Chapter 121: Changing Flowers and Grafting Trees

The people of Qingshan Tower and the two old eunuchs instantly froze, then their expressions drastically changed!

Logically, such a powerful attack striking any person's body should not have elicited no reaction whatsoever.

Even a supreme expert of the Heaven-and-Mortal Realm could not withstand their combined strongest strike without using any Martial Way true qi—yet Li Musheng appeared utterly unfazed.

Yet Li Musheng had done exactly that, making it undeniably eerie, even chilling.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

The purple-robed elder shouted urgently.

Simultaneously, his Martial Way true qi erupted violently, and he immediately retreated backward at full speed.

The others snapped to their senses and did nearly the same—each activated their body movement martial art to the utmost, desperately trying to flee away from Li Musheng.

But at that moment, Li Musheng suddenly smirked and subtly moved a finger.

The next instant, the bronze greatsword, quietly hovering beside him, its blade towering like three or four stories high, suddenly collapsed downward like a crumbling skyscraper.

Though the bronze greatsword's fall appeared slow in the water, it was in truth extremely fast.

Like a flyswatter swatting a swarm of buzzing flies, it instantly pinned down the two old eunuchs and all of Qingshan Tower's people.

The purple-robed elder, who had been the first to react and attempt escape, was no exception—his entire body was crushed beneath the sword's hilt, several zhang long.

Though he had sensed the sword's fall the instant it began, what filled him with despair was that even as he poured all his strength into his body movement martial art, he could not outrun the sword's speed—he could only watch helplessly as the massive blade pinned him down.

Even now, as he desperately unleashed his Heaven-and-Mortal Realm cultivation, trying to break free from beneath the bronze greatsword, he could not move an inch.

The sword upon him felt like a celestial mountain pressing down—he could not budge it even a fraction, no matter how hard he strained.

The two old eunuchs of Da Li and the others of Qingshan Tower shared the same predicament.

The bronze greatsword radiated a heavy, dense, weight surpassing ten thousand jun, binding and trapping them beneath the deep pool.

They now felt as if bound by the heaviest chains in the world—every muscle, every bone bore unbearable pressure; they were utterly powerless, like fish on a chopping block.

At that moment, Bu Chengyang, who had rushed forward intending to assist, froze upon seeing this scene—his expression stilled, and he halted abruptly in the water.

Earlier, when Li Musheng had been surrounded by five Heaven-and-Mortal Realm experts and six other Martial Way cultivators, his situation had seemed dire.

Yet in an instant, the situation had reversed—before he could react, Li Musheng had effortlessly subdued all eleven men in this bizarre manner.

Bu Chengyang's gaze swept over the purple-robed elder and the others beneath the bronze greatsword, then turned to Li Musheng with stunned disbelief, unable to help asking:

"Young master, what martial art did you just use? How could you withstand the combined assault of five Heaven-and-Mortal Realm experts without using any heavenly or earthly true qi? It's unheard of."

Hearing this, Li Musheng squinted slightly and spoke with casual indifference:

"It's just a little-known martial art. If you must name it, you may call it 'Changing Flowers and Grafting Trees' or 'Moving the Universe'—either works."

Bu Chengyang pondered, then furrowed his brow and shook his head in confusion:

"I've studied many martial arts from various sects and schools, yet I've never heard of such a technique as you describe."

Li Musheng smiled faintly and waved his hand lightly:

"They're just some crude, unrefined techniques I invented myself. Not knowing them is only natural."

At these words, Bu Chengyang froze, his face twisting into utter disbelief.

Invented martial arts?

He well understood how difficult it was to create a single Martial Way cultivation technique—if Li Musheng wasn't lying, then the young man was no mere martial genius—he was an unprecedented, monstrous prodigy.

Meanwhile, Li Musheng glanced at Bu Chengyang, observing his reaction, then nodded slightly:

Hmm, good. Simple, yet effective showmanship.

Then, satisfied, he stepped forward and stepped atop the bronze greatsword crushing Qingshan Tower's people.

He had temporarily spared their lives not only to extract clues about the key to the Tianqi Secret Treasury from these remnants of the Da Qi regime, but also because he was curious about how to use the Divine Dragon Sword.

Li Musheng scanned the purple-robed elder and the others, then flicked his fingers—eleven Life-and-Death Talisman glyphs struck each of them.

Then he turned and waved toward Cang Cang Yin Yue and the others nearby:

"Let's leave the bottom of the pool first."

Saying this, he swiftly rose upward, while the bronze greatsword beneath him dragged the eleven captives along without letting them touch the water.

Seeing this, Cang Cang Yin Yue hurried after him—she had seen Li Musheng's earlier move, but now she was utterly unfazed, calm as ever.

But beside her, Abin could not possibly remain calm—he stood with his mouth gaping wide, unable to close it for a long time.

This was fucking terrifying!

In the martial world, sect leaders of Heaven-and-Mortal Realm status were no better than chickens before Li Musheng—who would believe this?

No wonder Uncle Bu was so spineless—he acted like a lapdog before him. What Heaven-and-Mortal Realm cultivator wouldn't kneel and kowtow to Li Musheng first?

Abin's shock was beyond words—when Bu Chengyang noticed his dazed state, he snorted coldly:

"Unworldly fool."

He grabbed Abin's collar and dragged him upward toward the surface, lest the boy drown in the deep, dark pool.

Not long after, Li Musheng, standing atop the bronze greatsword and dragging the eleven captives beneath it, burst through the water's surface and landed within the bronze palace.

Outside the bronze hall, scattered combat sounds still echoed, but Li Musheng paid them no mind.

He immediately activated the Life-and-Death Talismans to torture the eleven men, then summoned Cang Cang Yin Yue to interrogate them one by one.

During this time, Bu Chengyang and Abin, who had risen from the cold pool, stood silently to the side.

Watching the purple-robed elder and the others writhing in unbearable agony, both were chilled to the bone, their faces pale and grim.

Abin glanced fearfully at Li Musheng, then quietly transmitted a voice through true qi to Bu Chengyang:

"Uncle… isn't this just killing a chicken to scare the monkeys?"

"Think of a way—how should we act later so we won't suffer this inhuman torture? I'm about to piss myself!"

(End of Chapter)