Chapter 235: Ability

As the young man finished speaking, the blood wound that had appeared on his right chest had nearly healed, leaving only a torn finger-sized hole in his pale white robe.

Seeing this, the hemp-clad elder and Lin Xuner both showed expressions of shock, their faces growing even more grim.

When they had just fought the opponent, they hadn’t even scratched him before being subdued and captured.

Naturally, they had no idea the opponent possessed such a powerful healing martial art.

And with such a formidable self-healing ability, who could possibly kill him?

Both the hemp-clad elder and Lin Xuner felt their hearts sink, then turned their gaze toward Li Muxian atop the pavilion.

Li Muxian had already acted, and the finger technique the opponent used was terrifyingly fearsome—clearly, Zheng Yunfeng, the peak lord of Bai Lian Peak, had been crushed by that very finger art.

Yet even so, the opponent still couldn’t kill the young man, filling both of them with a sense of helplessness.

They wanted to warn Li Muxian to leave quickly, but forgot they themselves had already been sealed off at their acupoints—unable to utter a single word.

At that moment, Li Muxian, seated atop the Baixiang Pavilion’s roof, slightly furrowed his brows, glanced down at the young man, then suddenly spoke with a thoughtful expression:

“Are you a divine being?”

Upon hearing this, the eldest disciple of Luoshen Peak visibly froze, then quickly regained his composure.

He looked up, squinting at Li Muxian, and said:

“You truly have broad knowledge—you actually know of divine beings.”

Li Muxian glanced at the opponent:

“To say I have broad knowledge only proves your vision is anything but sharp.”

He had cultivated in seclusion for fifteen years and had barely left Shun’an City—how could he possibly be well-traveled?

He had only learned of divine beings by chance, when he encountered a group of them at the Shengzhou Tianjinwei branch office.

Still, Li Muxian did find divine beings somewhat intriguing, since their abilities and powers clearly differed from martial cultivation.

Though not the same as Qilin blood or Azure Dragon true qi, they bore some resemblance—something of research value to him, who sought transcendence beyond martial dao.

“What is your innate divine ability?”

At this, Li Muxian studied the young man below.

The young man did not answer, but spoke to himself:

“You needn’t know. But I can tell you this—I am indeed a divine being, and I also cultivate martial dao. People like me are called ‘Divine-Martial Dual Cultivators.’”

“Divine-Martial Dual Cultivator?”

Li Muxian narrowed his eyes, then raised an eyebrow and said:

“I think you’re just showing off.”

With that, he suddenly reached down with his hand.

The eldest disciple of Luoshen Peak, who had been locking his qi signature onto Li Muxian, smirked slightly and said:

“No need to waste your effort—you cannot harm me.”

Yet no sooner had he spoken than he realized his body was soaring upward toward the Baixiang Pavilion’s roof.

His eyes widened instantly—he tried to mobilize his martial true qi to break free, but found the surrounding space as solidified as iron and stone, utterly immovable.

Sensing this, the young man immediately closed his eyes, and at once, a strange power began flowing through his body.

This power possessed a peculiar ability, transferring the true qi imprisoning him into the empty air around him.

At first, he clearly felt the imprisoning true qi loosen slightly.

But the next instant, he was stunned to find the imprisoning true qi had suddenly multiplied several times over—no matter how much he transferred away, it was utterly outmatched by the seemingly endless supply.

At that moment, Li Muxian’s voice reached his ears:

“I see. Your ability is some form of power and damage transfer—you can evade fatal harm or redirect the force attacking you elsewhere.”

The eldest disciple of Luoshen Peak’s expression changed sharply—and now he was already seized and brought to the Baixiang Pavilion’s roof.

The young man floated in midair, the heavens and earth around him sealed, his body utterly immobilized.

He stared at Li Muxian seated on the eaves, his face shifting rapidly, then said in a low voice:

“I admit, I underestimated your martial cultivation. But even if you’ve trapped me, you still cannot take my life.”

Hearing this, Li Muxian glanced at the young man, then suddenly laughed:

“You said you were confident—I didn’t think much of it. But now I see you’re not just confident—you’re delusional with it.”

And in the next instant, a series of talismanic lights quietly sank into the young man’s body.

At this, Li Muxian continued:

“You can transfer harm and power—but can you transfer pain?”

“Even if you can transfer your own pain, how much pain can you transfer?”

As he spoke, the eldest disciple of Luoshen Peak suddenly felt a torment like ten thousand ants gnawing at his flesh.

He immediately struggled to activate his divine ability to transfer it.

But it was barely effective—the endless pain kept surging, flooding every corner of his body, nearly swallowing his consciousness.

Instantly, the roof of the Baixiang Pavilion echoed with the young man’s agonized screams—a piercing sound that sent chills down the backs of the hemp-clad elder and Lin Xuner below.

After a while, the screaming young man fell silent. Now fully imprisoned, his face was deathly pale, his gaze hollow and unfocused.

As a divine being blessed by heaven and a martial genius with peerless physique and talent, he had never endured such torment or pain, never suffered such defeat.

This was the first time he had ever been so humiliated by another’s hand.

“Now, I will ask you some questions. I hope you answer truthfully—otherwise, the pain you just felt will continue indefinitely.”

Li Muxian stared at the young man before him.

Since the opponent had refused to answer his questions earlier, he now chose another method to make the man willingly enlighten him.

The eldest disciple of Luoshen Peak glanced at Li Muxian—his former confidence had vanished entirely.

Now, facing Li Muxian, he felt only fear—deep within, he did not wish to resist, could not bear to endure the pain of the Life-and-Death Talisman again.

Soon, Li Muxian extracted from this eldest disciple much information about divine beings.

To his surprise, it even touched upon Luoshen Peak’s greatest secret.

Li Muxian’s expression turned thoughtful; he looked again at the young man before him.

During questioning, to verify the truth of his words, Li Muxian had activated the Life-and-Death Talisman several more times—the man now stood on the brink of collapse.

(End of Chapter)