Chapter 56: Eagle Seal Steals Spirit

Xu Yuan’s level was lower than Xing Guolong’s; using alchemical methods in combat, Xing Guolong firmly suppressed him—yet Xing Guolong couldn’t understand how Xu Yuan had detected his ambush, when it was well within the scope of his fourth brother’s “Illegal.”

The fourth brother’s seventh-tier “Illegal” still had some shortcomings and gaps.

For instance, when the eighth brother burst in, Xu Yuan could see him.

But if the fourth brother advanced to sixth-tier, then even if the eighth brother smashed Xu Yuan’s skull with one punch, he still wouldn’t see a thing.

Yet before his ambush, he had been hidden entirely outside the scope of “Illegal”—yet Xu Yuan had clearly anticipated the attack, even seeming to know his exact position.

Among all of Xu Yuan’s allies and abilities, the only one unaffected by “Illegal” was Xu Yuan’s Destiny.

Xu Yuan couldn’t see people concealed by “Illegal,” but “Destiny Sight” could see their destinies.

The eighth brother’s destiny was orange—slightly better than the green “destiny”—and he was the first enemy Xu Yuan had encountered with a “Destiny Pattern.”

His Destiny Pattern was “Eagle Seal Steals Spirit,” which, in unseen ways, siphoned the “vital qi” from those around him to nourish himself, granting robust blood and boundless energy.

This Destiny Pattern was perfectly suited for Wu Xiu cultivation.

Thus, whenever the eighth brother unleashed his martial arts, his aura surged like a tiger descending the mountain or a great river rolling forward.

Xing Guolong didn’t understand any of this, yet he had absolute confidence in this operation.

With him and the eighth brother working together, and the fourth brother’s “Illegal” restricting Xu Yuan, how could they fail to take down this brat?

The eighth brother saw his elder brother charge in and sneered, his legs twisting as he swiftly closed the distance to Xu Yuan, flinging his left hand wide to seize the umbrella’s fabric, then yanking hard to create a gap—his right hand striking through the air!

Boom!

A muffled thud echoed through the void; a palm-shaped shadow shot from the eighth brother’s hand, hurtling straight for Xu Yuan’s chest!

At the seventh-tier level, Wu Xiu cultivators could cultivate their own unique martial techniques, called “Wu Mi”—this was the eighth brother’s Wu Mi: Void Receiving Force.

Xu Yuan tried to dodge, but Xing Guolong spat fire from his belly, rolling and blazing; with a finger swipe, he split the fire into two walls that blocked Xu Yuan’s left and right, leaving him no escape—he could only brace for the blow.

Xu Yuan spat out a Yin Soldier Pill.

A tiger’s roar erupted as a vast shadow surged forward to intercept the palm print.

Wu Xiu’s brute force inherently suppressed yin spirits; the moment Xu Yuan released the Tiger Yin Soldier, the tiger unleashed all its ghostly retinues.

They rushed forward in waves, each wave consuming more of the palm print’s power.

The palm print shattered layer after layer of ghosts, then struck the Tiger Yin Soldier itself—crushing it—but its force was now spent; Xu Yuan, wearing gloves, met it with a palm strike.

Crack!

Xu Yuan staggered back two steps; behind him, the fire wall surged up, nearly scorching his back.

Xing Guolong pressed in from behind, spitting seventh-tier belly fire that formed two rolling walls, his hands gesturing as the golden pill-turned-blades leapt from the flames like fish bursting from the sea, stabbing viciously at Xu Yuan’s nape.

Xing Guolong laughed cruelly as he struck: “You’re an alchemist—do you only know yin and demonic tricks? Hahaha!”

If you take the bait and fight me with alchemical methods, you’ll play right into my hands.

Xu Yuan suddenly retracted his umbrella.

The umbrella was a Craftmaster artifact, its mechanism immensely powerful; its fabric was thin and slippery—the eighth brother lost his grip.

Xu Yuan pulled the umbrella in, stepped back slightly, then snapped it open again, crouching low behind it.

The umbrella deflected Xing Guolong’s “Sword Pill,” and using its cover, he rolled on the ground, daringly breaching Xing Guolong’s fire walls.

Xing Guolong cursed inwardly—this brat had escaped again.

He charged forward, but found the boy’s speed astonishing—he took huge strides, lifting three feet off the ground, and in a blur of whooshes, vanished dozens of zhang away.

Xing Guolong sneered: “Foolish fantasy—you won’t escape.”

Not only won’t you escape, soon the fourth brother will use “Illegal” to invert the concept of “forward” and “backward”—you think you’re running ahead, but you’re actually running straight into me and the eighth brother!

But Xu Yuan suddenly stopped running, crouched low to the ground, and shouted from behind the umbrella: “You want to see alchemical methods? Fine—I’ll show you mine!”

Xing Guolong roared with laughter: “Excellent! Today you’ll learn what it means to teach your grandmother to suck eggs—”

Even as he spoke, Xing Guolong remained vigilant, prepared for every possible alchemical technique an eighth-tier alchemist could wield.

He signaled the eighth brother with a glance, warning him to beware of hidden external pills.

The eighth brother grinned dismissively, rejecting needless caution, and strode forward.

The time the fourth brother fought so hard to buy must not be wasted a single moment.

I’ll take this brat down—then saving the fourth brother is up to you, elder brother.

Wu Xiu could be this brazen—their nature meant that against any cultivator of lower level, they could ignore all their techniques and crush them with sheer force.

Xing Guolong frowned slightly but didn’t stop his younger brother.

And there were no other alchemical techniques in the vicinity—especially nothing like Yin Soldier Pills.

Lao Qian died in their hands—he must have had many yin soldiers sealed into external pills.

Xing Guolong sneered inwardly—this was just bluster.

Boom!

A deafening explosion erupted beside Xing Guolong—immense in power, unleashing a massive cloud of gray-black smoke, with countless shards flying outward.

A tall figure was blasted flying along with the explosion!

Xing Guolong had guarded against every possible alchemical technique Xu Yuan might use.

But he never imagined the “Sword Pill”—even an incomplete one—tightly locked by his own “Mechanic Phantom Claw” Pill would explode!

The “Mechanic Phantom Claw” Pill hovered just three chi from Xing Guolong, having seized Xu Yuan’s Sword Pill and now drifting nearby.

At such close range, and with the internal pill infused with the properties of the Secret Mechanism Cannon powder, the explosion was several times stronger than before.

The “Mechanic Phantom Claw” shattered instantly; simultaneously, Xing Guolong was blasted backward.

The Sword Pill shattered into countless fragments—each more deadly than the original golden pill; some pierced Xing Guolong’s body.

From the moment he was blasted away until he hit the ground, Xing Guolong had no idea what had happened.

Why the hell did such a terrifying explosion just happen beside me?!

After crashing to the ground, he remained dazed for a moment—then suddenly realized his entire right side had gone numb.

His right eye was blind.

He had his own cultivated pills—he immediately tried to spit them out to heal his wounds—but when he opened his mouth, no pill came out—only a gush of blood mixed with internal organ fragments.

The golden pill shards had pierced his entire body, riddling it with holes.

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