Chapter 185: Covering the Changes of the Heavens, Transforming Myself into the King of the Solar Terms (Requesting Monthly Tickets!)

The qi that was about to break through vanished instantly, like spring snow melting under the sun.

Worse still, Wu Su discovered with horror that her body had become completely immobilized, a thread of despair creeping into her heart.

The moment she formed this thought, her mind froze, and the world around her was instantly drowned in deep blue.

Flowing wind, darting shadows, projected light—all "matter" and "energy" touched by the spreading deep blue glow were frozen in place.

This naturally included Han Shengxuan and the other two who had been preparing to attack.

Whether crimson threads, violet lightning, or solidified fist aura, all remained frozen mid-motion, less than half a foot from Wu Su.

Yet this mere half-foot seemed as distant as the ends of the earth—no matter how hard they strained, they could never reach it.

"Good. Looks like I didn't arrive too late…"

A voice filled with amusement rang out, jarringly out of place in this frozen world.

Beside Wu Su, Wu Xian in his blue robe released his hand from her shoulder and turned toward the three figures across from him, a faint smile curling his lips.

Then he lifted his left hand and turned it slightly in the air, as if adjusting something.

The next instant, a massive Jiugong Bagua diagram appeared beneath his feet, spanning nearly a kilometer in diameter, slowly rotating in sync with his hand motion.

Eight Marvelous Techniques—Fenghou Qimen!

As the only one of the Eight Marvelous Techniques with a clearly defined advancement method, the entry requirement for 【Fenghou Qimen】 is currently the most difficult.

Having the talent to become a sorcerer is secondary; the true key is resisting the temptation to control all celestial transformations and become the sovereign of the world.

Otherwise, one risks madness at best, or immediate death, with the spirit perishing within an inner illusion.

Yet this weakness is precisely the core of Fenghou Qimen—even the main deity version cannot fully eliminate it. Thus, after obtaining the secret manual, Wu Xian never trained it.

Only recently, after his spiritual power broke through to the planetary level, did the Lunhuizhe Wu Xian attempt it, eventually mastering the technique by shattering the inner illusion with his staggering spiritual strength.

In the setting of this world, the true use of Fenghou Qimen is not to expand its range outward, but to collapse inward, establishing the Central Palace within the body, thereby using primordial Qi to govern the seventy-two solar terms and transform oneself into all things born of heaven and earth.

Once the seventy-two solar terms are fully subdued and mastered at will, that is the true state of "Covering the Changes of the Heavens, Transforming Myself into the King of the Solar Terms."

Unfortunately, as he has only just begun to master it, Wu Xian cannot yet achieve this—he can only use the surface-level abilities of Fenghou Qimen.

That is, activating the Qimen formation at will, manipulating the Four Plates to make myself the direction, myself the fortune or misfortune, and even employing the Luajin Tuo technique to freeze temporal and spatial changes within a set range.

Of course, there is a side effect: the mortal body cannot withstand the rapid shifts of solar terms; only those who master the advanced method can be exempt.

Fortunately, this is no issue for Wu Xian—his physical strength has long surpassed mortal limits. Though not yet at the level of bodily ascension to sainthood, brief durations of solar term shifts pose no threat to him.

Back to the matter at hand.

As Wu Xian's hand ceased its rotation, the Jiugong Bagua diagram beneath his feet stabilized—but the auspicious and inauspicious directions had undergone a complete reversal.

He and Wu Su were now great fortune; Han Shengxuan and the other three were great misfortune.

With a faint smile, Wu Xian released the Luajin Tuo technique, and the space resumed its flow.

The other four present blinked, and all except Wu Su wore expressions of utter disbelief.

Before Han Shengxuan, a storm of fist aura surged, striking directly at his vital points.

Before the stern elder, crimson threads filled the air, slicing like blades ready to carve him into a thousand pieces.

The mysterious fist master collided head-on with the thunder array—and before he could react, he was engulfed by wild lightning.

BOOM—!!!!

Amid the deafening roar, Han Shengxuan and the stern elder were blasted backward, the former's crown falling off, his hair disheveled, his chest torn open, leaving a clear fist imprint.

The latter fared no better—his body crisscrossed with bloody gashes, half his blue robe now drenched red.

As for the fist master… he had been vaporized by the thunder, dead beyond any doubt.

What the hell?! Why am I the one being attacked?!

The two exchanged glances, both reading shock and confusion on each other's faces.

While there were indeed martial arts in the Jianghu that redirected force or substituted targets, what just happened didn't feel like that—it felt more like a direct spatial swap, shifting the target of the attack onto them.

Can martial arts achieve this? Or did a high Daoist just intervene?

As the two hesitated, the dust ahead gradually cleared, revealing the scene within.

Good news: Wu Su was still alive.

Bad news: There was now another person inside.

"You're… the Sword Demon Wu Xian?!"

As a powerful eunuch of the imperial court, Han Shengxuan was well-informed—he had seen Wu Xian's portrait long ago and recognized him immediately.

Recalling the intelligence describing this man's power, beads of cold sweat formed on the forehead of the Human Cat.

A peerless martial genius rivaling Wang Xianzhi… such a powerhouse had entered Tai'an City, and not a soul knew.

And why had this man saved Wu Su? Rumors claimed he had personally destroyed the Wu family's Sword Tomb—surely they were enemies. So what was going on now?

Wu Xian merely smiled, then looked at Han Shengxuan, who stood ready for battle, and said: "I hear you specialize in Zhi Xuan killing Tian Xiang?"

As he spoke, his form vanished, and he brought down an ordinary-looking fist toward Han Shengxuan's chest.

Countless crimson threads shot from Han Shengxuan's sleeves—only to turn to dust and vanish, along with his flesh.

The foremost Zhi Xuan expert of the age, one of the few beneath the Land Immortal tier, fell without even blocking a single punch, reduced to ashes. Had one not seen it, no one would believe it.

Nearby, the stern elder, witnessing this, turned and fled without hesitation, vanishing twenty li in a single breath, about to escape the palace gates.

Yet in the next instant, a massive hand appeared out of thin air and clamped over the elder's face.

Five fingers tightened like iron bands—bones cracked with sharp pops—while a brilliant blue light surged into his soul and consciousness.

"You're Liu Songshi, right? Your thunder arts are impressive. Now they're mine."

(End of Chapter)