Chapter 11: The Hell of the Seven Sins

Yin Wu Lei!!

Since the boy’s primordial energy has leaked after losing his virginity, the yang qi of his heart and lungs fails to rise. So let the kidney’s water lead the wood qi of the liver, allowing yin qi to emerge first!!

Although in Zhang Lingyu’s heart, Yin Wu Lei was inferior to Yang Wu Lei, in truth, neither held superiority over the other.

In Zhang Luofu’s view, however, the threat of Yin Wu Lei was even greater to him.

When the pitch-black lightning struck, Zhang Luofu had no time to dodge even if he had wanted to.

A streak of starlight instantly appeared.

Star Breathing · Fifth Form · Yuheng Lianzhen!

The image of the Big Dipper reappeared behind Luofu—this time, the star that blazed brightest was the fifth star, Yuheng!!

The black lightning, though easily tearing through the starlight upon impact, had its power significantly weakened by it.

When it struck Zhang Luofu, it only numbed his body slightly—yet it did not disrupt his qi circulation.

Close combat was no longer feasible; Zhang Lingyu had played dirty, using golden light to manifest form and unexpectedly avoided close combat from the start. The rhythm and initiative of battle had already been seized by Zhang Lingyu.

Even with shared memories, Zhang Luofu lacked firsthand combat experience.

He could not match Zhang Lingyu, the young uncle of Longhu Mountain, who had sparred countless times with fellow disciples since childhood. In controlling battle rhythm, the two were fundamentally different.

Zhang Luofu could only rely on his self-developed techniques from chakra ninjutsu and Demon Slayer Breathing to catch Zhang Lingyu off guard. But once the uniqueness of these arts was exposed,

he would easily lose the initiative—just as he had now.

Of course, that did not mean Zhang Luofu could only endure passively.

Since direct confrontation was hopeless, he still had other methods unused!!

Beneath his comical head, seven pupils opened instantly on his forehead—one central pupil, and the remaining six evenly arrayed around it: the Seven Sins Eye.

The powers of pride, envy, wrath, sloth, greed, gluttony, and lust erupted from Zhang Luofu in an instant.

Aside from Feng Baobao, the uniquely pure-hearted being,

whether it was Zhang Lingyu, the first to be struck, or the two fat-and-thin Daoists, or even the members of Tianxia Hui and Zhang Chulan, all felt their inner states begin to be influenced.

Especially Zhang Lingyu.

Others might merely have weak xinggong cultivation and be stirred by the Seven Sins—but Zhang Lingyu, as the young uncle of Longhu Mountain, had a profound flaw in his heart.

Especially his envy toward Zhang Chulan’s ability to cultivate Yang Wu Lei—this envy exploded under the Seven Sins Eye into a terrifying wave of jealousy.

From envy over Zhang Chulan’s virginity enabling Yang Wu Lei cultivation, it extended to envy toward Zhang Luofu—the sudden, unknown intruder who wielded unprecedented techniques capable of easily injuring him.

Feng Shayan and others of Tianxia Hui coveted Zhang Chulan’s Qi-Ti Yuanliu; Zhang Chulan himself felt sudden rage at being dragged into the yiren world…

At this moment, the green grove had become a hell of the Seven Sins.

Taking advantage of Zhang Lingyu’s fluctuating expression as he suppressed the surge of the Seven Sins through stillness practice,

Zhang Luofu bowed to Zhang Lingyu and said: “Lingyu True Person, your techniques are truly formidable. Today I have gained much. Thank Itachi, Lingyu True Person. I take my leave—looking forward to our next encounter!!”

The moment he finished speaking, a pair of pitch-black wings, formed from primordial qi, unfolded behind Zhang Luofu.

Feng Baobao’s eyes lit up instantly.

“That’s the same trick again!! Itachi’re not getting away this time!!”

As she spoke, Feng Baobao drew her cleaver and charged toward Zhang Luofu.

Unfortunately, Feng Baobao’s reaction was half a beat too slow.

By the time she reached him, Zhang Luofu had leapt into the air, flapped his wings, and vanished like lightning into the distance.

“He flew away again!!” Feng Baobao gazed at the rapidly disappearing figure, slowly sheathing her cleaver.

Upon returning, Feng Baobao immediately sensed something wrong with Zhang Chulan, whose desires and sins were surging.

Without hesitation, she slapped Zhang Chulan across the face.

SLAP!!

A sharp crack echoed.

Zhang Chulan’s bloodshot, rage-filled eyes quickly cleared.

“Zhang Chulan, Itachi’ve been affected!!”

“Just now…?” Zhang Chulan’s stillness cultivation was weak, but he had practiced for years. Moreover, the Seven Sins Eye’s power differed fundamentally from the Twelve Labor Emotions Array.

The former stirred others’ Seven Sins from outside to inside; the Twelve Labor Emotions Array manipulated the Twelve Regular Meridians from within to outside, swinging emotions to extremes.

The former was pure emotion, unrelated to mingong; the latter was mingong influencing xinggong—nearly two extremes!!

Even Zhang Lingyu, once freed from the Seven Sins Eye’s influence, despite his inner flaws, quickly recovered from the negative emotions thanks to his years of xinggong foundation.

“Young Uncle!!” The fat and thin Daoists finally approached Zhang Lingyu, concerned: “Are Itachi alright? How’s your arm?”

Zhang Lingyu exhaled deeply, gripping his shattered arm in pieces: “Nothing serious—the bones are badly broken. I won’t recover quickly. I need extended rest.”

“Then let’s return to Longhu Mountain at once!!”

“Wait a moment!!” Zhang Lingyu waved them off, stepping before Zhang Chulan: “I intended to test Itachi myself, but that masked fool disrupted my plan. Still—I accept Itachi. In one month, I expect to see Itachi at Longhu Mountain’s Luotian Dajiao.”

“What’s a Luotian Dajiao?” Zhang Chulan was baffled.

Zhang Lingyu offered no explanation to Zhang Chulan. Instead, he turned to Feng Baobao: “Itachi’re from the Company, aren’t Itachi? Tell that man who attacked me—I want to see him at the Luotian Dajiao in one month.”

After a brief pause, he glanced unconsciously at his arm, then turned and walked away without another word.

Zhang Chulan shouted after him: “Whitehair! Itachi still haven’t explained what the Luotian Dajiao is!!”

“The Luotian Dajiao is a Daoist ritual,” Feng Shayan said, having also shaken off the Seven Sins’ influence. “But this one at Longhu Mountain is different. It’s to select the next Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain. Every participant is a candidate for Heavenly Master.”

“So that’s it. But I don’t want to be a Heavenly Master candidate!!” Zhang Chulan scratched his head in frustration. “By the way, does anyone know who that guy was who beat Whitehair?”

(End of Chapter)