Chapter 93: Wood-Remainder Fist, Buddha-Fo Fo Mian Yin

Yuwen Tongxin and the Inner Guards are enemies.

In the world today, there are two famous Yuwen families. One is the Chang'an Yuwen family, the family left behind by a certain prime minister during the early reign of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang. They still have some manpower in and out of the imperial court, but their influence does not extend beyond the vicinity of Chang'an.

The other is the Yuwen family of the Jianghu.

The origins of this Yuwen family are relatively complex. It is said that they were originally orphans of the Northern Zhou imperial clan who drifted among the common people, keeping their heads down and hiding their names.

By the end of the Sui Dynasty, the powerful official Yuwen Huaji rebelled and declared himself emperor. Soon after, his cause failed, and his family declined. His relatives fled and merged with the remnants of the Northern Zhou, plotting to grow stronger among the grassroots.

Experiencing the An Lushan Rebellion, the Jianghu Yuwen family took the opportunity to expand and made great progress, specializing in training assassins, killers, and spies.

Rather than calling this a family, it is more accurate to say that it is already an organization with characteristics extremely similar to the Inner Guards.

However, the Inner Guards are loyal to the imperial court, while the Yuwen family works for the military governors.

In recent years, the Military Governors of Weibo, Pinglu, and others have rebelled one after another.

The Yuwen family received orders to send a large number of men to assist them in resisting the imperial court's forces, attempting to drastically change the pattern of the world.

In the end, the rebel armies were suppressed, and the Yuwen family also suffered significant losses at the hands of the Inner Guards.

Yuwen Tongxin's son was among those lost at that time.

This time, the Yuwen family needed to handle business in Nanzhao. The family head personally discussed it with Yuwen Tongxin, letting him take charge of the men sent to Nanzhao.

Yuwen Tongxin was very concerned about the existence of the Inner Guards at the time, feeling that the Inner Guards would certainly pay close attention to the situation in Nanzhao and would not remain unresponsive.

But the family head told him not to be overly anxious and to handle the business with peace of mind.

Now it seems that he was indeed more farsighted than the family head.

As Yuwen Tongxin thought of this, his killing intent grew firmer.

As for Seeing Chu Tianshu's strange remarks, he simply regarded them as verbal tactics to disturb an opponent during battle and paid them no mind at all.

Instead, he stared at Seeing Chu Tianshu's Adam's apple.

At the tail end of Seeing Chu Tianshu's muttering, he seemed to glimpse a flaw in the vibration of the Adam's apple and decisively struck with his blade.

Clang!!

It was that same faint feeling of something vibrating.

The blade light appeared suddenly, stabbing toward Seeing Chu Tianshu's neck.

When an ordinary person reaches the end of a sentence, it is precisely the moment for an unconscious shift in breathing.

Even for an expert, whose breathing capacity far exceeds that of a normal person, they would not feel short of breath after speaking a long passage, but the fluency of their breath is not as good as in a normal state.

Facing this blade, Seeing Chu Tianshu's body suddenly swayed, side-stepping only about half a foot.

His right hand was already drawing his sword at the same time.

In just an instant, the color of both his hands changed drastically.

His left hand clenched into a fist, turning red in an instant, and then completely transformed into a blue-black color.

It was not the look of a few blue veins bulging, but the entire fist, along with the skin of the forearm, had turned into a rigid, inhuman blue-black hue.

Force as iron, lethal hand as steel.

This is precisely the Wood-Remainder Fist from the Shaolin Heartfire Fist Frame!

The remainder of wood is charcoal.

When wood encounters high heat, if there is air, it becomes fire; if there is no air, it becomes charcoal.

The Wood-Remainder Fist refers specifically to the state where, while holding one's breath, one forces the muscles to exert power, causing blood pressure to rise rapidly, resulting in a state where strength is more rigid and fierce than usual.

Just as wood only needs an ordinary flame to burn into ash.

But to burn into good charcoal with the sound of gold and iron, it requires enduring even more terrifying high temperatures in the absence of air.

In Shaolin, this is already a top-tier fist technique, but in the writings of Yu Dayou, it is merely a movement to facilitate the rapid drawing of a sword.

Seeing Chu Tianshu's right hand had also turned blue-black, touching the hilt of the sword, and he drew it with extreme speed.

Clang!!!

The scene was like drawing a strip of iron wrapped spirally around a steel pillar.

Even though it was just the dull spine of the sword rubbing against the skin, the sound produced made people feel as if the blades of two great swords were pressed tightly together, rubbing against each other.

Yuwen Tongxin's stab missed.

The blade immediately veered, chasing with a slash, only to meet the sword Seeing Chu Tianshu had just drawn.

Clang!!!!

Blade and sword collided.

The strange vibrating sensation on the blade was forced into its true form by this sword strike.

One could see that on this blade, there seemed to be a layer of colorless shell, slightly larger than the outline of the blade itself.

When Yuwen Tongxin strikes with his blade, he does not need to perform any vibrating force himself; he only needs to swing the fastest blade with all his heart.

The soldier spirit automatically creates a layer of colorless shell, vibrating at high speed, with a frequency and intensity exceeding the state of the blade owner performing vibrating force himself.

When Yuwen Tongxin shattered the second-floor floor, he used this kind of power.

But now, this "air shell" was like a blurry crystal shell.

Seeing Chu Tianshu's sword edge cut directly into the crystal shell, colliding with the blade itself.

Boom!!!

The air shell exploded, and the blade and sword rebounded.

The powerful air current swept away the surrounding dust, causing the damaged wooden walls and window gaps to shake with a creaking sound.

The blue-black color on Seeing Chu Tianshu's arm spread to his face for an instant, his blue face like a statue in the mountains, his dark eyes carrying killing intent, his sideburns flying.

This meant that his whole body was exerting force, even his face was straining.

And the only outlet for the power that was desperately trying to expand and erupt was his right hand.

In less than the time of a blink.

Seeing Chu Tianshu's right-hand sword stabbed out dozens of afterimages.

Yuwen Tongxin could not see where the real sword was at all, and before he could even be surprised, he relied entirely on the desperate desire to survive to hack out the fastest chaotic blades.

The afterimages intertwined, connecting into a long "Clang!!" sound.

More than a dozen flickering sparks, as if without distinction of order, lit up among those ethereal afterimages.

Yuwen Tongxin retreated violently.

The number of sparks proved how many swords he had blocked.

But he did not block them all.

Rips in his clothing appeared on the right side of his neck, his left shoulder, his right waist, and his right leg.

The rips were very thin, and no blood had emerged yet, but he knew himself that the tendons in those locations had been severed.

Under this violent retreat, he could not even control his body, rolling on the ground to escape.

Three figures rose from various parts of the room to pounce and attack, covering Yuwen Tongxin's movements.

Those were the three people Seeing Chu Tianshu had smashed into this room earlier.

They were almost uninjured and had long since recovered.

It was just that the blade and sword clash between the two had been too fast, and the three of them had not had time to surround and attack.

Now that the three had pounced, the front and both sides were blocked by figures, which could obscure Seeing Chu Tianshu's entire field of vision.

Killing intent surged in Seeing Chu Tianshu's eyes, and in an instant, two sword shadows pierced the hearts of the two on the left and right, retracted as soon as they were released.

The head of the person holding the short blade in front suddenly flattened, blood exploded, the head disappeared, and only the body was like a nail, with the waist down driven into the ground.

That was Seeing Chu Tianshu striking his head with a sword, obliterating his head, and smashing his body into the ground.

If he had used the sword edge, even if he had split his body, he would not have obtained such a clear field of vision for a while.

Yuwen Tongxin, rolling in the room, was kneeling on one knee, his long blade propped diagonally at his side, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the blade.

A strange pattern immediately appeared on the surface of the blade.

A golden Buddha face.

That was a golden Buddha face stimulated by blood, about an inch in size, smiling compassionately in the bloodstains, and it was cracking from the forehead.

At the end of the Sui Dynasty, there was a great general named Zhang Xutuo, who defeated Wang Bo and Pei Shi, broke Beihai, and suppressed Qijun, truly the last pillar of the Sui Dynasty.

It was just a pity that the building was about to collapse, and a single pillar could not support it. He led his troops east and west, later encountered the Wagang Army, and was deadlocked for a long time. His subordinates scattered one after another, and he himself dismounted to fight to the death, dying in the chaotic army.

His personal treasure blade became an evil weapon after this battle.

That was a chaotic world, and even knowing it was an evil weapon, many people dared to use it.

The main general would often calculate the time, and before the blade owner completely became a puppet, he would forcefully separate the blade owner from the evil blade and reward it to the next blade owner.

In this way, the wild blade soul in the evil blade could barely continue its own existence without being too fierce and devouring its master.

A large group of people was even selected specifically to take turns using the evil blade to charge in battle to boost their prestige.

This blade was thus passed down and fell into the hands of the Yuwen family.

The Yuwen family has a blood-refining weapon art passed down from Emperor Wu of Northern Zhou, named "Buddha-Fo Fo Mian Yin," which contains both content on how to nourish the soldier spirit through one's own cultivation and methods specifically describing how to restrain the wild blade soul.

They take Buddha statues from large temples with prosperous incense, cut off the faces of the Buddha statues, grind them into powder, and mix them with essence blood to paint on the blade, practicing day and night.

Turning the evil weapon into their own use.

This method saves a lot of steps of nourishing the blade soul oneself.

The purity of the killing intent of the wild blade soul is often even higher than that of a normal blade soul, which is even more to the liking of an organization like the Yuwen family.

But because several generations of the Yuwen family have used this blade, even with deliberate control, they have unknowingly nurtured this wild blade soul to be quite heavy.

After it was passed to Yuwen Tongxin, he had been using the "Buddha-Fo Fo Mian Yin" to suppress it tightly, only daring to use half of the power in the blade soul.

Now the Buddha face is cracking, and the wild blade soul has completely awakened!

Yuwen Tongxin's face was snow-white, his eyes filled with an icy blue color, and an ice thorn the length of a finger grew from every wound on his body.

The cold air extended like a white line, suddenly reaching Seeing Chu Tianshu's feet.

In the snap of a finger, ice several inches thick had already frozen to his calves and was still spreading.

Yuwen Tongxin let out a low roar, swung his blade with both hands, rushed forward a large step, and hacked down at Seeing Chu Tianshu's head.

Power of the soldier spirit, Snow River Collapse!

This was Zhang Xutuo's unique skill during his lifetime.

Cold air entering the bones, plus a blade with the vibration of an air shell.

Even a statue made of raw iron could be shattered under this blade.

Ding!!

The blade edge that could split Mount Hua was held up by the sword tip that had thrust over, just like a long blade hacking onto the ram of a war chariot.

Seeing Chu Tianshu, who should have been invaded by the cold air, actually had this sword strike be extremely precise and extremely powerful.

With this one sword, he checked the downward hacking momentum of the long blade, and the sword body swayed again in an instant.

Yuwen Tongxin's eye sockets were painfully stretched, and his two raised arms were severed at the elbows.

The sword body struck the evil blade again, and the evil blade flew sideways with the two severed arms, with two feet of the blade body nailing into a pillar.

Crack!!

Seeing Chu Tianshu's left hand flashed, reaching over the headless corpse, and grabbed Yuwen Tongxin's neck.

"After activating the cold air, you have become slower."

The blue-black color on his face faded, and the drops of blood that had splashed onto his face just now became bright red and conspicuous, but his expression seemed a bit unsatisfied.

"Everyone knows that the soldier spirit is a part of martial arts, just an auxiliary, yet you pinned your hopes on relying on this to turn the tables?"

Yuwen Tongxin could not catch his breath, feeling pain, anger, and horror.

He certainly knew that fully activating the wild soldier spirit would have an adverse effect on himself.

However, the sword speed of the person in front of him was too fast. At that moment just now, without using the wild soldier spirit, he could not think of any other way.

How could it be so fast?

After the opponent drew his sword, it was equivalent to just one round, and the victory was already decided.

Seeing Chu Tianshu added a little force, pinched him until he fainted, changed to grabbing his lapel, and carried him away.

The ice layers frozen under his feet were directly torn apart by the power of his legs when Seeing Chu Tianshu was about to lift his foot, with a bang and a crack.

Walking outside the guest room building, Seeing Chu Tianshu looked up.

After the evil blade pierced through the pillar, one foot of the blade body was exposed outside the pavilion.

A transparent flame ignited on the Three-Seven Divine Sword, and Seeing Chu Tianshu swung it with force.

With a clatter, the snow-white evil blade was severed by him.

The wild blade soul let out an angry cry like a bird, and the cold and bloodthirsty aura began to dissipate.

Seeing Chu Tianshu had heard earlier that the enemies in the main hall had all been killed by Cheng Xiazi, so he was not in a hurry at this time.

Sure enough, when he arrived in the main hall, most of the guests had already fled, cups and plates were in a mess, and tables were overturned.

There were seven or eight corpses on the ground.

Cheng Xiazi's blade had nailed a corpse to the counter, and he was walking over to pull out the blade, turning his face toward Seeing Chu Tianshu.

"Your opponent over there is not ordinary, such a big commotion."

Cheng Xiazi exhaled and said, "I was in a hurry to help, but I heard that you were already complaining that the opponent had become slower."

"If I had known it was like this, I wouldn't have had to use lethal force just now; I should have left two living captives."

Seeing Chu Tianshu swept a glance at those corpses.

At least three corpses had died from injuries caused by the Bone-Folding Hand.

It seemed that Cheng Xiazi had thrown his blade to save the proprietress halfway through the fight, and had been killing with his bare hands ever since.

"It's fine, I left a living captive here."

Seeing Chu Tianshu threw Yuwen Tongxin onto the ground, suddenly his expression shifted, hearing the sound of swarms of footsteps approaching on the street outside.

Cheng Xiazi also looked outside: "This group of people is assassinating in broad daylight under the eyes of everyone, too ostentatious. It seems that the reaction in Wang Cheng this time is not slow..."

He said halfway, suddenly frowning.

"No, why does it sound like the footsteps of armored soldiers?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 94 =====