Chapter 116: The Fire Qilin is a Treasure Trove

The Ming family ancestral tomb.

Having lost his son, the Wushuang City Lord, Dugu Yifang, led a group to pursue Nie Feng and Ming Yue to this location.

Among them was Nie Feng's good friend, Duan Lang.

Dugu Yifang had captured Ming Yue's grandmother, Ming Jing, forcing the two into a desperate situation.

Severely wounded, Nie Feng and Ming Yue's strength was far inferior to Dugu Yifang's; even with the Wushuang Sword in hand, they could not shake him in the slightest.

The outcome was predictable.

Before long, the two were easily defeated by Dugu Yifang.

At the brink of death,

Nie Feng and Ming Yue looked at each other with deep affection.

They gripped each other's hands tightly, fearing they would be separated forever.

It was at this very moment that their true feelings triggered the mystery hidden within the Wushuang Sword.

The sword flew.

And the people flew up along with it.

Each holding a sword, they slowly rose into the air, spinning under the pull of a mysterious force, their bodies radiating a strange brilliance.

Thunder flashed along the blades of the Wushuang Swords, and the lightning carved several large characters in the sky.

"Love of the Peerless City!"

The style shifted instantly from martial arts to fantasy.

"To be honest, seeing this in person is actually a bit embarrassing..."

Chu Yang, who had arrived on the scene long ago, watched from the shadows and couldn't help but complain after seeing the characters in the sky.

The next moment,

the glowing characters of the "Love of the Peerless City" suddenly exploded, turning into countless balls of light that pelted the earth like a torrential downpour.

Rather than martial arts, it was more like sorcery.

Under this barrage, the Wushuang City forces were completely wiped out, leaving only Dugu Yifang struggling to hold on.

Duan Lang was not the target of the "Love of the Peerless City" attack, and since Nie Feng did not want to hurt him, he was not significantly affected.

Seeing that Dugu Yifang was about to die, Ming Jing, who was blindly loyal to the Dugu family, suddenly rushed out to block the fatal blow for him.

Seeing her grandmother suffer a fatal wound, Ming Yue's mind fell into chaos, and the "Love of the Peerless City" came to an abrupt end.

Nie Feng and Ming Yue plummeted from the sky together.

This was the moment Chu Yang had been waiting for.

If Ming Jing did not die, even if Ming Yue survived, she could never be with Nie Feng and would never be happy.

Just as Dugu Yifang was preparing to deal the killing blow to Nie Feng and Ming Yue, he suddenly felt an immense killing intent behind him.

He turned his head and saw a strange young man walking toward him.

"Who are you?"

Dugu Yifang asked with a frown.

In truth, during his time in Wushuang City, Chu Yang had crossed paths with him many times, but how could Dugu Yifang, the City Lord, remember a lowly servant?

"A-Yang, why are you here?"

Ming Yue, who was holding her grandmother's corpse, also saw Chu Yang, a trace of surprise appearing on her tear-stained face.

"You are... a servant from Ming Yue's side?"

Nie Feng had also met Chu Yang once before, but he remembered his appearance.

"Hahaha, a servant dares to block me? You two idiots, don't tell me you pinned your hopes on him?"

Dugu Yifang looked up and laughed, looking at Chu Yang as if he were a clown.

Chu Yang said nothing, just walked over silently.

"City Lord, rest assured, let Duan Lang teach this ignorant servant a lesson!"

Duan Lang, who had been idling for a long time, saw the situation completely favoring Dugu Yifang and, hoping to gain more favor, volunteered to teach Chu Yang a lesson.

In Duan Lang's eyes, Chu Yang was nothing more than a servant desperate to protect his master, having somehow learned of Ming Yue's whereabouts and rushed over.

Duan Lang held his sharp sword, flashed before Chu Yang, and thrust it toward his heart.

"No!"

Ming Yue screamed in sorrow; the death of her grandmother had left her devastated, and she could not bear to see anyone else around her leave.

"Duan Lang, stop!"

Nie Feng's face flushed red, and he spat out blood again.

Duan Lang's eyes were cold; even hearing Nie Feng's voice, his movements did not hesitate in the slightest.

Decisive and ruthless!

However,

a bizarre scene occurred.

The moment the sharp sword in Duan Lang's hand struck Chu Yang's heart, it could not advance an inch further, as if it had struck something incomparably hard.

Duan Lang roared, exerting all his strength, the veins on his arms bulging.

The sword still did not move in the slightest.

Seeing this, the smile on Dugu Yifang's face suddenly froze, and his eyes gradually became grave.

He knew Duan Lang's strength well; he was no slouch, and it was impossible for him to fail to break through the defenses of an ordinary expert.

The only possibility was that the enemy's hard-body martial arts had reached the pinnacle.

Duan Lang realized something was wrong and hurriedly tried to retreat.

Suddenly,

a hand grabbed his wrist.

Chu Yang stared coldly at him, exerted force with his fingers, and with a crisp *crack*, snapped Duan Lang's wrist.

Duan Lang's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"Get lost!"

Chu Yang kicked him away.

Duan Lang, who slammed into the ground, felt his internal organs shift, and blood continuously spilled from the corners of his mouth.

"Good skills, hiding in my Wushuang City for so many years, what exactly is your scheme?"

"Could it be that you also came for the 'Love of the Peerless City'?"

Dugu Yifang sneered.

On the other side,

Ming Yue looked at Chu Yang in disbelief. "Is it really like this? Did you stay by my side on purpose just for the 'Love of the Peerless City'?"

"I've never had friends since I was little; all this time, I've considered you my best friend..."

The successive heavy blows left Ming Yue unstable, looking as if she might faint at any moment.

Nie Feng, dragging his heavy body, walked to Ming Yue's side to support her.

"Ming Yue, I don't mean to look down on you, but in my eyes, the 'Love of the Peerless City' is trash," Chu Yang said sincerely.

Any random spell or ninjutsu he cast had a greater impact than the "Love of the Peerless City"; let alone Dugu Yifang, destroying the entire Wushuang City would be no difficult task.

Neither Ming Yue, Nie Feng, nor Dugu Yifang had expected Chu Yang to give such an answer.

Dugu Yifang was furious, laughing in anger: "What a loud-mouthed brat! The peerless skill I've obsessed over for so many years is trash in your mouth?"

"In your eyes, is it possible that I, the Wushuang City Lord, am also trash?"

Chu Yang said matter-of-factly: "Yes! The real Dugu Yifang is trash, and you, the fake one, are even more so."

"Occupying the magpie's nest for so many years, do you really think of yourself as a figure?"

"A word of advice: don't get too deep into the role."

Dugu Yifang's pupils contracted, and he exclaimed in shock: "Who exactly are you?"

Seeing Dugu Yifang's reaction, Ming Yue and Nie Feng realized Chu Yang was telling the truth and suddenly felt a chill run down their spines.

Realizing his secret was exposed, Dugu Yifang knew he couldn't leave anyone here alive, and his killing intent surged.

"First, I'll kill you, this loud-mouthed villain."

Nie Feng and Ming Yue were severely wounded and temporarily unable to use the "Love of the Peerless City," so in Dugu Yifang's eyes, they were not much of a threat; his primary target was Chu Yang.

"So what if you're a hard-body expert? My Invincible Tyrant Fist is designed to break the vital points of golden-bell defenses!"

Dugu Yifang's eyes were fierce, his internal energy coursing through his body, and his already robust frame grew even taller.

His fist, wrapped in tyrannical internal energy, smashed toward Chu Yang.

"What a coincidence, my Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art is also meant for beating old turtles like you."

The Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art he had obtained in the martial arts world had been cultivated to the tenth level through Chu Yang's tireless efforts across many worlds, with only three levels left to reach perfection.

Chu Yang now possessed the strength of ten dragons and ten elephants; against an enemy like Dugu Yifang who excelled in overpowering others with sheer force, it was a dimensionality reduction strike.

The two exchanged a plain, unadorned punch.

Dugu Yifang, who had absolute confidence in his Invincible Tyrant Fist, had his face change drastically.

His arm exploded instantly!

Dugu Yifang, who had been full of confidence a second ago, was beaten into a cripple by Chu Yang in the next.

Nie Feng and Ming Yue were shocked beyond measure.

Dugu Yifang was an expert on par with Xiongba! The man who had driven them to despair! He had been beaten into losing an arm so easily.

Dugu Yifang was even more shocked than them; he looked down at his empty right shoulder, a look of disbelief on his face, even temporarily forgetting the pain.

"My... Invincible Tyrant Fist?"

Dugu Yifang was confident that the Invincible Tyrant Fist was in no way inferior to Xiongba's Three-Point Return to Origin.

Yet, after just one punch with that loud-mouthed brat, he had been defeated so thoroughly!

"Hahaha, for so many years I've pretended to be Dugu Yifang, and now, I can't even tell who I am, and the result I've obtained is so laughable."

Dugu Yifang laughed hysterically, the laughter eventually turning into wails.

Like a desperate beast.

Blood gradually flowed from Dugu Yifang's seven orifices, and his life force slowly faded until he became a cold corpse.

With that punch just now, Chu Yang hadn't just shattered his arm, but his heart meridian as well.

The strength of ten dragons and ten elephants was not something a mortal body could withstand.

His death was clearly a foregone conclusion.

Having witnessed Dugu Yifang's death, Ming Yue now believed that Chu Yang was not coveting the "Love of the Peerless City."

As for why he had been bullied in Wushuang City, Ming Yue had no heart to investigate.

"Perhaps he had his own reasons..."

At the very least, Chu Yang had come here specifically to save her, which proved that Chu Yang really did consider her a friend.

Ming Yue could only comfort herself this way.

Nie Feng, also unwilling to speculate about others with malice, walked to Chu Yang with a full smile and bowed: "Thank you for your help today; otherwise, Ming Yue and I would certainly have died at Dugu Yifang's hands."

Chu Yang shook his head: "Ming Yue saved my life; I am merely repaying a favor, nothing more."

Nie Feng looked at Dugu Yifang's corpse and asked curiously: "He... is a fake, then where is the real Dugu Yifang?"

Chu Yang replied: "Eighteen years ago, the Sword Sect leader Jian Hui wanted to pass on his unique skill, 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin,' and his disciple Wuming and his own son Pojun held a duel to decide who would inherit it. Jian Hui invited experts from all sides to watch, and the real Dugu Yifang was among them."

"Pojun was no match for Wuming, but Jian Hui harbored selfish motives and only wanted to pass the skill to his son, so he used the 'Heaven-Returning Ice Technique.' As a result, not only did he freeze himself, but he also froze the twelve experts watching the battle."

Hearing this, Nie Feng showed a shocked expression: "So that's how it is. However, where did you learn such martial arts secrets, A-Yang?"

Chu Yang replied casually: "I heard it on the grapevine."

Nie Feng did not press further, silently walking to Ming Yue's side to help her collect her grandmother's remains, and then the two buried her in the Ming family ancestral tomb.

Standing outside the tomb, Chu Yang asked: "What do you plan to do from now on?"

Nie Feng and Ming Yue looked at each other, their eyes filled with hope for the future.

"I must return to the World Association first to report these events to my master, and then I will retire from the martial arts world with Ming Yue," Nie Feng said with a smile.

"You might as well retire directly; there's no need to return to the World Association," Chu Yang said.

"A-Yang, you don't need to worry; I will not abandon Ming Yue."

Nie Feng seemed to think Chu Yang considered him fickle and unwilling to give up his status in the World Association.

"If you go back this time, Xiongba will kill you."

Chu Yang said bluntly.

Nie Feng and Ming Yue were both shocked.

Ming Yue asked hurriedly: "Nie Feng is Xiongba's favorite disciple; why would he want to kill him?"

Nie Feng also seemed not to believe it, looking at Chu Yang with a complex expression.

"Back then, the Mud Bodhisattva gave Xiongba two lines of prophecy; the full couplet is: 'The golden scale is no creature of the pond; once it meets the wind and cloud, it turns into a dragon.'"

"Therefore, he took Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun as disciples, and afterward, you fought for him in all directions, building the World Association into what it is today."

Ming Yue hurriedly interrupted: "Isn't that very good? Why would Xiongba still want to kill Nie Feng?"

Chu Yang sighed: "Don't be anxious, listen to me finish first."

"Ming Yue, wait for A-Yang to finish," Nie Feng patted Ming Yue's shoulder, using a gentle gaze to soothe her.

He was steady by nature, or perhaps he had heard too many secrets today and was already accustomed to it, remaining very calm at this moment.

"The Mud Bodhisattva had two more lines of prophecy: 'The dragon's roar in the nine heavens brings a shocking change; the wind and cloud meet to roam in shallow waters,' implying that Xiongba's years of hegemony would be overturned by the two of you."

"Xiongba doesn't know the last two lines yet; once he sends people to find the Mud Bodhisattva, you and Bu Jingyun will become thorns in his side."

"Having spent so many years together, you should know what kind of person Xiongba is; anyone who stands in his way—let alone disciples he raised himself, he probably wouldn't even care about his own kin."

Chu Yang explained the ins and outs, then waited quietly for Nie Feng's response.

Ming Yue looked anxiously at Nie Feng; she still chose to believe Chu Yang's words, because Chu Yang had no reason to lie to them.

Nie Feng's expression shifted uncertainly, and finally, a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "I still have to go back."

"Feng, why?" Ming Yue hugged Nie Feng's arm excitedly. "Believe A-Yang; even if it's fake, you don't need to take the risk."

"Of course I believe A-Yang; he saved our lives," Nie Feng replied solemnly. "What I'm worried about is Brother Yun; he doesn't know about this yet. If I leave, what will happen to him?"

"Just now A-Yang said that 'Wind and Cloud' refers to me and Brother Yun; if Master wants to kill me, he certainly won't let Brother Yun go either."

*Why do you like your Brother Yun so much? *

Chu Yang really wanted to curse; if it weren't for hoping Ming Yue could be happy, he wouldn't bother with the mess of the Wind and Cloud.

Nie Feng's character was just like that; call him gentle, but he was even more indecisive.

"Xiongba doesn't want to kill you himself, but wants you and Bu Jingyun to kill each other; as long as you don't go back, he will be helpless."

"Brother Yun and I have a deep bond; we would never do such a thing."

"Bu Jingyun likes Kong Ci, and Kong Ci likes you; he will use Kong Ci to divide the two of you. What will you do then?"

"Kong Ci... she grew up with us; there is only a sibling bond between her and me."

"Laughable. You say it's a sibling bond, so it's a sibling bond? Did you call Kong Ci to ask?" "A-Yang, what is a telephone?"

"You brat, can't you hear the point? I really want to give you a slap." Chu Yang's patience was exhausted, and he stared at Nie Feng with ill intent; in the end, he just wanted to go back and notify Bu Jingyun.

Nie Feng rubbed his nose awkwardly; if Chu Yang really wanted to slap him, he would be powerless to resist.

Ming Yue tugged at Nie Feng's sleeve and whispered: "I don't know what Miss Kong Ci thinks, but if I had grown up with you since I was little, I would definitely have fallen in love with you."

Ming Yue's confession warmed Nie Feng's heart, but after thinking for a long time, he still shook his head: "I still cannot abandon Brother Yun and leave."

Chu Yang stroked his chin and asked Nie Feng seriously.

"Do the two of you really have something going on?"

Don't look at Nie Feng's gentle character; when he gets stubborn, he is even more difficult than the "Weeping God of Death," Bu Jingyun.

Chu Yang couldn't just knock him out and take him away.

By then, there might even be a rift between the two sides.

As for Ming Yue, naturally, she would go wherever Nie Feng went.

Ming Yue loved him so much that even if the road ahead were dangerous, she would accompany him.

Nie Feng's decision to return to the World Association could not be undone.

"Since you are determined, I will not try to persuade you anymore. I have things to do and will not be traveling with you."

Chu Yang's words made Ming Yue's heart sink.

She had fantasized that if Chu Yang went back to the World Association with them, Nie Feng's safety could be guaranteed.

After all, even Dugu Yifang, who was on par with Xiongba, had been killed by Chu Yang in one move; such combat power could be called the best in the world.

"That is only right. A-Yang, you have already saved me once; if you were to take risks for Nie Feng again, what face would I have left?"

Nie Feng smiled freely, as if he had already cast aside all thoughts of life and death.

Chu Yang ignored him and took the Wushuang Sword from Ming Yue's hand, carving a formation onto it with his bare hands.

The Wushuang Sword was a pair, divided into Yin and Yang; the one Chu Yang took was the Wushuang Yin Sword in Ming Yue's hand.

Ming Yue and Nie Feng didn't understand what Chu Yang was doing, but they could feel that Chu Yang was doing something for them, so they stood guard quietly on the side.

Chu Yang carved two formations onto the Wushuang Sword: one was a defensive barrier that could protect Ming Yue from harm, and the other was the Flying Thunder God.

After finishing the carving, Chu Yang returned the Wushuang Sword to Ming Yue and instructed: "No matter what happens, this sword must never leave your side, including when you bathe or go to the restroom..."

Ming Yue nodded, blushing.

Chu Yang turned to Nie Feng and said: "It takes at least half a month to travel from Wushuang City to the World Association. News will certainly arrive faster than you. Once Xiongba knows Dugu Yifang is dead, he will accelerate his search for the Mud Bodhisattva."

"Don't be surprised if Xiongba has already set a trap by the time you return; don't lose your composure."

Nie Feng nodded solemnly.

"If my affairs go smoothly, I will naturally appear at the World Association in half a month. If not, do your best to protect yourselves and wait for me," Chu Yang said.

Smiles bloomed on Ming Yue and Nie Feng's faces again; Chu Yang's words provided more security than any promise.

Before parting ways, Chu Yang asked Nie Feng for the location of the Lingyun Cave.

When Nie Feng answered, his eyes were filled with an indelible worry; his father had died there, and the Lingyun Cave and the Fire Qilin were nightmares in his heart.

Ming Yue also understood what "important matter" Chu Yang was talking about and asked nervously: "A-Yang, are you going to the Lingyun Cave to find the Fire Qilin?"

Chu Yang nodded and smiled: "The Fire Qilin is a mythical beast; others avoid it, but to me, it's just a bit stronger than Dugu Yifang."

Nie Feng tried to persuade him: "Even so, that Lingyun Cave is an ominous place; there is no need for you to take such risks."

Chu Yang waved his hand, not bothering to explain further, and turned to leave amidst their calls.

In the early stages of the Wind and Cloud story, there weren't many valuable things, but the Lingyun Cave was a treasure trove not to be missed.

There were the Fire Qilin and Blood Bodhi there.

Qilin blood was a violent poison to others and the "mad blood" that caused Nie Feng to fall into demonic ways, but in Chu Yang's eyes, it was a peerless medicine.

After bathing in Qilin blood, his already powerful body could reach another level.

Blood Bodhi went without saying; its effects were miraculous, a holy medicine for healing that could also increase internal energy.

If he was lucky, it might allow his martial arts, including the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art, to be forcibly pushed to the realm of perfection.

This way, he could save years of bitter cultivation.

It would allow him to melt all his martial arts into one furnace as soon as possible, striving to create a Great Dao comparable to the Taiji Intent.

Inside the Lingyun Cave, there were also the Snow Drink Saber and "Cold-Defying Six Decisions" passed down by Nie Feng's ancestors, and the Fire Scale Sword passed down by Duan Lang's ancestors.

However, compared to the Fire Qilin and Blood Bodhi, these three items were of little value, and Chu Yang had no great interest in them.

What really interested him was the Dragon Vein hidden deep in the Lingyun Cave, and a unique skill left behind by the "Ten-Direction Martial Artist," Wu Wudi.

Ten-Direction Invincibility!

In the later plot, Nie Feng, through a stroke of fate, found a Qilin mural in the Lingyun Cave and comprehended this unique skill, his combat power soaring from the bottom to the top tier.

But Chu Yang wanted more than just that.

"Ten-Direction Invincibility" was derived from Wu Wudi's core martial art, "Xuanwu True Skill." Chu Yang hoped to reverse-engineer all the mysteries of the "Xuanwu True Skill" based on this unique skill.

"Xuanwu True Skill" covered many martial arts routines: saber, spear, sword, halberd, staff, fist, palm, leg, claw, and finger were all included.

It was somewhat similar to the "Nine Yin Manual" in the martial arts world, capable of improving a person's martial arts attainments in all aspects.

It was very suitable for a "hotpot" practitioner like Chu Yang, helping him categorize other martial arts and merge them into one.

This was one of the top-tier martial arts Chu Yang could currently access; as for other existences more heaven-defying than "Xuanwu True Skill," they required too much effort and he didn't have the conditions for them yet.

After Chu Yang left, Nie Feng and Ming Yue also set off on the road to the World Association.

Compared to Ming Yue's worry, Nie Feng appeared relatively relaxed on the road, perhaps even too relaxed.

This gave Ming Yue a bad feeling.

She realized she had overlooked a very important thing! Nie Feng was a very sentimental person; the years of upbringing by Xiongba and the master-disciple bond between them could not be erased by Chu Yang's few words.

The worst possibility was that Nie Feng still harbored a trace of unrealistic fantasy in his heart.

Thinking of this, Ming Yue hugged the Wushuang Sword in her arms tightly.

The Leshan Giant Buddha was a very famous landmark; even in ancient times, you could easily ask anyone for a detailed route.

Chu Yang didn't spend much effort finding the Lingyun Cave.

Because of the legend of the Fire Qilin, few people came here, and it was very quiet, but Chu Yang heard movement at the entrance.

He took a closer look.

*Whoa! * It was an old acquaintance! Duan Lang!

Duan Lang, who had been beaten into a pulp at the Ming family ancestral tomb, appeared in the Lingyun Cave for some reason; Chu Yang thought he might have come here looking for comfort.

Chu Yang followed Duan Lang into the Lingyun Cave.

The temperature inside the cave was obviously much higher than outside; Duan Lang had only been in for a short while before he started wiping sweat continuously.

Chu Yang, following behind him, activated his Observation Haki to search for the Fire Qilin's location.

It was very close to them!

Watching Duan Lang moving cautiously ahead, Chu Yang's mouth curled up, and he suddenly appeared behind him and gave Duan Lang's butt a hard kick.

"Ouch!"

"Why is it you?!"

Duan Lang, who had fallen flat on his face, turned his head to see Chu Yang and screamed in terror.

Chu Yang sneered and retreated quietly.

Not long after,

a scorching red light illuminated the cave, and waves of heat struck.

Duan Lang's face turned deathly pale.

"Fire Qilin..."

Duan Lang, trapped in a desperate situation, finally understood why Chu Yang had suddenly appeared—it was to use him to attract the Fire Qilin.

"This person is so vicious!"

Duan Lang stood up and ran desperately toward the cave entrance, growling with a ferocious face.

He never once thought that his own attempt to surround and kill his friend Nie Feng with Dugu Yifang was a hundred times more vicious than Chu Yang's actions.

The Fire Qilin's roar grew closer, as if it were right in his ear.

Duan Lang felt his heart jump out of his throat; the huge shadow of death loomed over him, and Duan Lang's eyes turned blood-red, crying and laughing in increasing madness.

He didn't know how long he had been running when he vaguely saw the sparse light outside the Lingyun Cave, a flash of relief at surviving a disaster in his eyes.

At this moment,

a scorching aura rushed from behind, giving Duan Lang the illusion that he had fallen into magma, followed by a sharp pain in his shoulder.

"No! Don't!"

Duan Lang reached out desperately, seemingly wanting to grab the light outside the Lingyun Cave.

The Fire Qilin gave a fierce tug, and he was dragged back into the Lingyun Cave, drifting further and further away from that sliver of light; in Duan Lang's eyes, the flames became the deepest darkness.

The entire cave echoed with the Fire Qilin's roar and Duan Lang's screams.

Chu Yang followed at a leisurely pace.

Duan Lang had to die here today!

If he were let out, he would sooner or later make Nie Feng's life miserable, and Ming Yue would never be able to live a peaceful life.

If it weren't for Nie Feng and Ming Yue, Chu Yang would have wanted to kill Bu Jingyun as well, to reduce an unknown variable.

"This matter is settled, and the debt of saving my life is considered repaid."

Listening to Duan Lang's weakening voice, Chu Yang shook his head and walked slowly toward the bloodthirsty Fire Qilin.

Just as the Fire Qilin noticed Chu Yang, Chu Yang directly released an "Avada Kedavra," precisely striking the Fire Qilin.

The magic from another world frantically devoured the divine beast's life force; the Fire Qilin staggered and swayed in the cave, but did not die immediately!

"As expected of one of the Four Auspicious Beasts; it cannot be compared to those knock-offs."

Chu Yang's eyes showed admiration, and without hesitation, he fired several more Killing Curses; even the King of Heaven himself wouldn't be able to survive this.

Sure enough,

the Fire Qilin fell straight down, its eyes still filled with resentment toward Chu Yang.

It had died too indignantly! It would rather have fought a strong enemy for hundreds of rounds and died of exhaustion than die in such an inexplicable way.

The Four Auspicious Beasts could be resurrected as long as their true essence was not destroyed and their bodies remained.

If they met again in the future, the Fire Qilin would definitely fight Chu Yang to the death.

Chu Yang also sensed the Fire Qilin's thoughts and smiled: "If we meet again, feel free to come and take your revenge."

He didn't intend to kill the Fire Qilin easily; at the very least, he had to "leech" off its Qilin blood for a while.

Only when the Qilin blood had no effect on him would he come to take the Fire Qilin's true essence, which would maximize the benefits.

The Fire Qilin's pupils dimmed, and its life force was completely severed.

Duan Lang's remains were at its feet, now scorched beyond recognition by the flames.

Chu Yang used a Fireball Spell to burn him clean, as if he had never appeared in the world.

Carrying the Fire Qilin's body, Chu Yang walked deeper into the Lingyun Cave, searching for the Blood Bodhi scattered along the way.

Until he reached an area with a deep pool.

Chu Yang stopped.

The temperature of the Qilin blood was very high, and Chu Yang was worried it would cause a fire outside, so he chose this place.

This was also the place where Nie Feng and the Fire Qilin had fought.

Chu Yang stripped off his clothes to take a bath, then used magic to drag the Fire Qilin into the air and made a cut in its neck.

Golden Qilin blood dripped down, gathering into a stream of blood that drenched Chu Yang's body; the high temperature in the blood instantly turned Chu Yang's skin red, even making him feel a slight burning sensation! "With my physique, Qilin blood can actually burn my skin; not bad at all."

Surging power wrapped around Chu Yang's whole body like the sea, entering his body in the most brutal way.

Scalding and intense!

Chu Yang's physical body was growing stronger at a terrifying speed! "Qilin blood is already this strong; the blood of the other three Auspicious Beasts shouldn't be much worse."

"Dragon blood and Phoenix blood are related to Di Shitian; that old pervert's whereabouts are unknown, which makes them hard to find."

"As for the Dragon Turtle, I have to find Xiao Sanxiao; that old guy is even more troublesome than Di Shitian, making him even harder to find."

"Xiao Sanxiao's martial arts value is no less than the Dragon Turtle's spiritual blood..."

"In Wind and Cloud, there are monsters that have lived for thousands of years, and they like to run around everywhere; can't they just stay in one place so I can take them all out at once?"

After letting his mind wander for a while, the Qilin blood gradually dried up; not a single drop was wasted, all absorbed into Chu Yang's body.

He was now radiating high heat, and the surrounding pool water even showed signs of boiling.

Chu Yang struck while the iron was hot, stuffing a handful of Blood Bodhi into his mouth.

With the addition of Blood Bodhi and Qilin blood, he began to attempt to push all his martial arts to the realm of perfection.

Among them, the most important was the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art.

A day in the mountains is a thousand years in the world.

His martial arts attainments improved at a speed like cheating, leaving Chu Yang unable to extricate himself, and he practiced for half a month.

"If I keep practicing, the grass on Ming Yue's grave will grow tall; I'd better stop for now!"

Chu Yang stopped, still feeling unsatisfied.

At this time, most of his martial arts had reached perfection, while the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art had improved by a major realm, reaching the eleventh level, unprecedented and likely never to be surpassed.

It was still a bit short, after all.

But Chu Yang was very satisfied with the effects shown by the eleventh level of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art.

I don't know what the reason was.

The actual increase in strength from the eleventh level of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art was much greater than described in the manual.

It wasn't the strength of eleven dragons and eleven elephants, but a full doubling! The strength of twenty dragons and twenty elephants! The last three levels of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art had always existed in legend; except for Jinlun Fawang, no one had cultivated to the tenth level, let alone the realms beyond.

Chu Yang was the first.

Therefore, there was no consensus on what the last three levels looked like; perhaps even the creator of the theory behind this technique didn't know.

All in all, it was an unexpected surprise.

To ensure the Fire Qilin's body didn't meet with any accidents, Chu Yang sank it into the deep pool, waiting for it to resurrect itself at full health.

As for whether it would drown, that was none of Chu's business.

After finishing these things, Chu Yang continued to explore the Lingyun Cave; the Dragon Vein was one thing, but he had to find the Qilin mural.

The sooner he got his hands on "Ten-Direction Invincibility," the better, so he would have more time to comprehend it.

The Lingyun Cave was crisscrossed; if he really wanted to find something, it would take some time. Chu Yang searched for a full three days before finding the Qilin mural Nie Feng had seen.

It depicted the origin of the grudge between the Qilin Demon and the Peerless Sword, hiding the essence of the "Ten-Direction Invincibility" martial art.

Chu Yang sat down cross-legged and observed it carefully; after a while, he gradually began to see the clues.

(End of chapter)