Chapter 192

"It will shorten your life." Xu Jianhua's exclamation hit the blue brick wall. The scene of becoming an apprentice fifteen years ago suddenly emerged: the young boy collecting dew in the herb garden turned around and slapped the "Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon" onto his chest, the morning dew wetting the "Lin Yu" vermilion seal on the title page.

The silver needle trembled in Lin Yu's fingers: "Forty-nine years ago, Master passed the Seven Star Life-Extending Array to me; he was waiting for today."

When the last silver needle sank into the Baihui acupoint, he was like a Soul-Suppressing Stele covered in copper nails, sitting in a pool of blood and laughing softly: "Do you remember stealing the tiger bone wine I had aged for seven years?"

"That jar was buried under the old locust tree at the Yulong Pavilion." Xu Jianhua's voice suddenly choked up. The roar of helicopter rotors tore through the night, and twelve sealed boxes slammed onto the bluestone floor, the cold air of the thousand-year snow lotus condensing into white frost in the summer night.

Lin Yu pulled open the hidden button on his collar, and the gilded needle pierced into his Tiantu acupoint along his throat.

In an instant, golden light erupted from the three hundred and sixty-five major acupoints on his body, and the True Qi surging in his Danzhong acupoint formed a tortoise-shell pattern under his skin.

When the first Golden Wheel of Primordial Spirit appeared above his head, Grand Secretary Yan's withered fingers suddenly twitched.

"Get out!" Amidst a roar, Lin Yu grabbed the rhino horn powder and scattered it toward the shrine.

In the purple smoke rising from the bronze incense burner, the blood ginseng and dragon brain burned into an eerie concentric circle.

He took a deep breath of the poisonous mist mixed with datura, and the moment he pressed his palm to Grand Secretary Yan's brow, a spiderweb-like line of blood appeared on his entire right arm.

When Xu Jianhua in front of the monitor saw the values soaring, Lin Yu was using his teeth to tear open the vein in his left arm.

His pupils had turned into eerie double pupils, and the bloodstains winding on the ground gradually outlined the pattern of the River Map and Luo Book.

When the seventh helicopter unloaded the Kunlun Mysterious Ice, the beams and pillars of the Zhongcaotang suddenly creaked; the energy shock caused by the empowerment was tearing through the barrier of the reality dimension.

Amidst the incense burner smoke, cold sweat beaded on Lin Yu's forehead.

Ordinary painkillers had long since failed, and he could only take extraordinary measures to temporarily suppress the excruciating pain.

With another low shout, the bronze incense burner was placed heavily beside the stretcher, and the young man's palm emitted spiritual light, once again pouring True Qi into Grand Secretary Yan's meridians.

When his internal energy reached its peak, Lin Yu's consciousness suddenly fell into a mysterious realm. The object of this meditation was no longer the inheritance diagram, but the dying old man before him.

In the silent medical hall, the auras of two generations of martial artists gradually blended, and a second light wheel of spiritual energy quietly appeared behind Lin Yu's head.

Yan Nanshan, the last descendant of the Gu Ao Fist Sect. This unique skill, known as the "Mother of Internal Fist," had once given birth to twelve branches including Taiji, Bagua, and Xingyi.

At this moment, golden light flowed around the old man, and the martial arts memory of his self-created "Cloud Hand Transforming Force" from his youth was pouring into Lin Yu's sea of consciousness through True Qi resonance.

In the illusion, time reversed, and Lin Yu was startled to find himself standing on the training ground wearing an indigo martial robe.

The twenty-seven-year-old Yan Nanshan stood with his hands behind his back: "The youth has a clear and unique bone structure; are you willing to study the Gu Ao True Meaning with me?"

In reality, a third light wheel of spiritual energy suddenly bloomed, and a misty white fog rose around the two.

Just as the fourth light wheel appeared, a startling suction force suddenly erupted from within Grand Secretary Yan's body.

The True Qi in Lin Yu's meridians surged out like a broken river, and a gilded Immortal Crown condensed behind the old man's head.

At this moment, thunderclouds surged over Miao Street, and seven-colored lightning flickered within the clouds.

This fluctuation, which broke through the shackles of martial arts, swept across Huacheng, and Jiang Wenfeng, who was drinking tea, suddenly crushed his teacup: "Who could possibly verify the Dao through martial arts?"

Deep in the bamboo forest on the outskirts of the city, Tang Hansheng shattered the chains around his body and sneered at the old man who had escaped into the shadows: "Tell that old ghost, Tang's immortal path needs no guidance from others."

Tang Hansheng turned suddenly, his hands forming seals and grabbing into the air, ghostly blue lightning bursting from between his fingers: "This guiding spirit actually has a connection to my past life; today I will take it as a spiritual servant under my seat."

"How dare you, you brat." An aged, angry roar exploded from the sky, and in an instant, it returned to silence.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor of the Zhang Group, Li Lin gripped the edge of the sandalwood desk tightly, her gaze looking toward Miao Street in panic.

The jade pendant at her neck moved without wind, drawing fine red marks on her snow-white skin: "Martial arts reaching the heavens, killing to break through realms; what kind of sacred being is this?"

At this moment, deep in Miao Street, Lin Yu was surrounded by spiritual mist that had condensed into substance, as if an immortal had descended to the world.

In the Contemplation Realm, he was experiencing the excruciating pain of meridian remodeling, his vast internal energy surging like a torrent, every inch of his meridians experiencing a cycle of destruction and rebirth.

In the illusion, the crane-haired, youthful-looking Yan Nanshan stood at the peak of the sea of clouds with his hands behind his back: "The three essentials of Ao Fist: force penetrates hardness and softness, Qi connects heaven and earth, the body blends yin and yang. This is a killing sacred art created by the personal guards of the ancient Yellow Emperor, passed down from the bloody battle of Zhu Lu to this day, spanning five thousand years of spring and autumn."

The young master raised his sleeves to start, his fist wind whipping up thousands of piles of snow: "Watch closely, hard force destroys mountains and peaks, soft force breaks flowing water. External Qi suppresses the eight wildernesses, internal Qi guards the spiritual platform."

Lin Yu focused and followed every movement; in the space-time-distorted Contemplation Realm, the stars had crossed the firmament three times.

"With the mountains and rivers shattered, how can one sit still?" One day, Yan Nanshan looked at the propeller fighter planes sweeping across the sky, his black long gown moving without wind: "Today I teach you the final lesson: a martial artist should build a Great Wall with flesh and blood." After speaking, he leaped into the space-time turbulence.

Lin Yu witnessed his master go from a trench soldier to a protector of the nation, witnessing how those iron fists continued to strike one hundred thousand times every day even in times of peace.

The moment Yan Nanshan was conferred as the Pillar of the State, the pain struck reality like a thunderbolt, and Lin Yu was startled to find that most of his internal energy had flowed away!

Amidst the flowing immortal light, the three golden light wheels behind Yan Nanshan's head were as brilliant as the sun, yet there was still no sign of him waking up.

Lin Yu gritted his teeth and poured his last bit of internal energy into him, until all four of his Immortal Crowns were annihilated. When his sea of Qi was completely exhausted, he slumped onto the bluestone floor, his nails digging deep into his palms.

"Damn it, did it still not succeed?"

Lin Yu clenched his fists and slammed them heavily into the ground, a low roar like a trapped beast coming from his throat. His reddened eyes stared fixedly at Grand Secretary Yan's gradually cooling body, his nails digging deep into his palms.

"Wonderful, this is the Martial Venerable Golden Body!"

A sinister, strange laugh suddenly exploded, and a hunched figure wrapped in a mysterious golden Daoist robe appeared in mid-air. The mysterious person circled around Grand Secretary Yan, rubbing his withered hands excitedly, a greedy green light flashing in his turbid eyes.

"You bastard, stay away from him."

Lin Yu surged up to pounce on the ghost shadow, but stumbled and hit the stone wall; that illusory body actually passed through him like mist.

The black-robed old man raised his eyebrows in surprise: "A mere ant can actually see my spiritual body? Wait until I seize this Martial Venerable shell..."

Before he could finish, he turned into black smoke and drilled into Grand Secretary Yan's brow.

"Stop."

Lin Yu roared hoarsely, but it was to no avail; he tried to circulate his True Qi but found his meridians empty and powerless, unable to even lift a finger. Just as despair gnawed at his heart, a sudden change occurred.

Grand Secretary Yan's chest suddenly heaved violently, and a dazzling golden light erupted from his body, with five Immortal Crowns behind his head blooming layer by layer like sun wheels.

Amidst the violent shaking of space, the black-robed old man screamed as he was ejected, his spiritual body disintegrating inch by inch in mid-air: "Impossible, how could a Martial God appear in the Age of Dharma Decline..."