Chapter 31: Defeating the Golden Wheel Lama

The Ancient Tomb Sect has two types of poison needles: one is the Ice-Piercing Silver Needle, which Li Mochou used to kill countless people, striking fear into the Wu Lin whenever it was mentioned; the other is the Jade Bee Needle, which is even more toxic than the Ice-Piercing Silver Needle—but unlike the latter, its poison does not kill outright, instead causing an unbearable itch deep in the organs, like the Life-and-Death Charm.

The Golden Wheel Lama, caught off guard, was struck by this needle and immediately felt the agony in his five viscera!

Gu Qing had ambushed him; the Golden Wheel Lama would make him pay.

Seeing this, Gu Qing walked straight to Sun Bu’er and Hao Datong, drew Sun Bu’er’s sword, which shimmered with a brilliant blade glow, quite extraordinary.

Among the gathering at the Heroic Assembly, most had not known Gu Qing before; now seeing his connection to the Quanzhen Sect, they inquired, and upon learning his identity—that he was a Qing-character disciple—they regarded him as a heroic young man of exceptional caliber.

“Proceed with utmost caution; if you cannot hold out, call for help immediately.”

“With Guo Jing here, he will come to your aid in time.”

Sun Bu’er and Hao Datong gave their warnings separately.

……You two won’t lend a hand?

Right, you’re too weak.

Gu Qing spun back, stepping on the Golden Goose Technique, thrusting his sword toward the Golden Wheel Lama.

The Golden Wheel Lama advanced with his wheel, spinning it with a low hum—it was his most trusted weapon. Though strange in appearance, a single spin could disarm any opponent’s blade, whip, or staff. Now he swung the wheel at Gu Qing’s sword, its rotation aiming to snatch it away.

Gu Qing’s sword was already forward; he flicked his wrist, splitting the blade’s light into three, the Quanzhen Sect’s One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones technique. He pointed the tip at vital points around the Golden Wheel Lama’s body, the swordlight refined, revealing the profound subtlety of Daoist art, forcing the Golden Wheel Lama to guard tightly, parrying left and right with his wheel. In moments, they exchanged twenty strikes—Gu Qing’s sword tapped the edge of the wheel, transmitting force through the blade, then he stepped back.

Seeing this, the Golden Wheel Lama shook his wheel and charged after Gu Qing.

Gu Qing thrust his sword straight ahead, its light clear and its changes unfathomable. The Golden Wheel Lama, relying on his weapon’s uniqueness, pressed down with the wheel, intending to disarm him. As their weapons clashed, a sharp “clang!” rang out—and suddenly, Gu Qing’s body floated upward like paper, utterly weightless, while the struck sword spun three times, then shot toward the Golden Wheel Lama’s brow.

This move filled the Lama with dread; he flung his wheel aside, leaping back six or seven steps to escape the lethal blade. He saw Gu Qing standing in the center, fingers forming a seal.

“Father, did that monk lose?”

Guo Fu saw only the Golden Wheel Lama retreating and asked Guo Jing.

Guo Jing’s expression was grave; he whispered, “That monk’s martial skill is no weaker than mine. But for some reason, his hand trembles uncontrollably, preventing him from unleashing his full strength. Gu Qing’s swordplay is outstanding and could not overpower him outright—just now, he lured the monk forward with his blade, then countered with Quanzhen’s needle-hidden-in-cotton technique… Though the Golden Wheel Lama retreated, in my view, it was a draw.”

Guo Jing said so, but Sun Bu’er and Hao Datong were now on the verge of tears.

Wang Chongyang had been dead for a long time. Among the Quanzhen disciples, Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi had worked hard to cultivate their arts—but no matter how hard they tried, their martial arts always lacked something essential compared to Wang Chongyang’s. This deficiency greatly weakened Quanzhen’s power. Now, Gu Qing had restored that missing essence.

Internal qi fused, radiant light emitted outward.

Just like when Wang Chongyang was young.

He’s back!

Wang Chongyang is back!

“Again!”

The Golden Wheel Lama glared at Gu Qing with hatred. He had been struck by the Jade Bee Needle; his five viscera and six bowels burned with unbearable itchiness, and he could only use one of his five wheels—his strength severely diminished. Now, forced back by Gu Qing’s sword, he felt humiliated.

Gu Qing held Sun Bu’er’s sword, examined it carefully, then tossed it casually—it flashed through the air and slid neatly into Sun Bu’er’s scabbard.

“I don’t need a sword to beat you.”

Gu Qing walked through the arena, took a common sword from a martial artist’s hand, shook it twice—the blade wobbled. As his Primordial Qi flowed into it, the sword rang sharply.

“This sword is enough!”

Gu Qing pointed the sword at the Golden Wheel Lama, glancing sideways.

Many martial artists around him could not judge the skill, but they knew Gu Qing had just driven back the Golden Wheel Lama—and now he faced him with a plain sword, showing utter contempt. They all cheered loudly.

Seeing this, the Golden Wheel Lama’s face darkened. He spun his wheel with a shrill whine, then hurled it straight at Gu Qing, his palm gathering power to follow behind.

This move was the Golden Wheel Lama’s ultimate technique.

Gu Qing did not meet force with force. Seeing this, he dodged left and right—his Golden Goose Technique proved endlessly versatile. After evading the Lama’s lethal strikes, he saw the wheel return to the Lama’s hand—and suddenly surged forward, thrusting his sword at the Golden Wheel Lama!

The Golden Wheel Lama was still affected by the Jade Bee Needle, already furious. Seeing Gu Qing thrust with the sword, he noted its exquisite technique—but ultimately, it was just an ordinary weapon.

The Golden Wheel Lama shook his wheel and smashed it directly into the sword!

“Crack!”

The wheel struck the sword, twisting—this time, Gu Qing did not fly with the blade. Instead, the ordinary sword snapped cleanly. As the Golden Wheel Lama secretly rejoiced, he saw the broken blade whistle and spiral toward his forehead!

“Twisting Skyward Blue!”

Yang Guo recognized this technique.

It was a martial art from the Ancient Tomb, which Xiaolongnu used to make her silk ribbons fly through the air. Now Gu Qing first broke the sword, used internal force to vibrate it, then applied this technique to twist the blade within a narrow space, gaining full advantage!

The Golden Wheel Lama saw the broken blade only a foot from his brow, its twists and turns too swift to analyze—he flicked his left hand straight at the blade, while his right hand whirled wildly to shield his front.

“Hit!”

Gu Qing’s remaining half-blade tapped the Golden Wheel Lama’s wheel. His force surged and seized the momentum of the Dragon and Elephant Bodhi Power, causing the Lama’s hand to freeze.

Gu Qing’s other palm struck the Golden Wheel Lama’s chest with full force!

“Treading Frost, Shattering Ice Palm!”

The Golden Wheel Lama barely blocked the broken blade, but the blow to his chest sent him reeling backward until he collapsed onto the ground.

Gu Qing wins!

“I won’t accept this!”

The Golden Wheel Lama growled.

He lost only because the Jade Bee Needle poisoned him, robbing him of his full strength, and because Gu Qing’s techniques were bizarre and unexpected. If he could unleash his true power, he would kill Gu Qing!

“Oh.”

Gu Qing merely replied, “If you’re Bufu , hold it in.”

(End of Chapter)