Chapter 183: Fossil Divine Art (Fourth update, asking for monthly tickets)

At the end of the road, there is a manor.

This manor was built against the mountain; it does not occupy a vast area, nor is it particularly imposing, but every tile and every room is constructed with such delicate, exquisite, and ingenious craftsmanship that it possesses a unique charm.

Walking inside, one finds a small courtyard and small reception rooms; although not a single servant or attendant can be seen, every inch of the place is swept clean, spotless.

Yu Liancheng, Zhang Jing, and Tie Xinlan were led to a spacious courtyard, where Gu Renyu personally served tea to welcome them, though this honest man was so reticent that he could barely squeeze out a word, making the atmosphere quite dull.

As for Xiaoyuer, he was taken by Murong Jiu to a room filled with medicinal herbs.

Murong Jiu threw a small black jade bottle down with a "clatter" onto the table in front of Xiaoyuer and said coldly, "Take half internally and apply half externally. Within three hours, your little life will be saved, and then you can leave my manor."

After she finished speaking, she turned to leave.

Xiaoyuer said with a grin, "I didn't beg you to save me; it was you who didn't want me to die here. So, if you've been angered by someone else, don't you dare take it out on me."

Murong Jiu turned around abruptly, glaring at him coldly.

The light-gong of that person from earlier was truly astonishingly high; he had sealed her acupoints and left before she could even react.

This could not help but remind her of Heizhizhu, who is famous in the Edo for his light-gong; it is said that this person can fly ten zhang in a single leap, known as "Divine Spider Soaring, Silver Thread Crossing the Void."

But that person also relies on the silk spun by a thousand-year-old South Sea divine spider, stored in a special spring-loaded mechanism; with a flick of his hand, the spider silk flies out, and no matter where the silver needle at the tip of the silk nails into, he follows, truly elusive and fast as a ghost.

Furthermore, that is more suitable for long-distance travel; the ghostly movements of that person earlier could not be achieved that way.

Xiaoyuer ignored Murong Jiu entirely, swallowing half the medicine as if nothing were the matter, then applying the other half to his wounds.

Murong Jiu snorted, turned, and left, finding Yu Liancheng to say coldly, "Follow me."

Before leaving, however, she took a deep look at Zhang Jing.

Zhang Jing sneered, "I heard a very sensible saying a few days ago: in this world, there are only invincible people, not invincible martial arts. Even if you manage to master that so-called Fossil Divine Art, you will never be my match, and I will never have designs on your Fossil Divine Art, so you can rest easy."

"That would be for the best."

Yu Liancheng left with Murong Jiu, and after turning into a courtyard, they soon disappeared from sight.

Not long after they left, another sneaky little fellow appeared, his eyes darting around, and he gritted his teeth: "I want to see just how good this bullshit Fossil Divine Art is."

This person also walked toward the courtyard, but just as he stepped into the gate, the space in front of him suddenly darkened, and a figure blocked his path, smiling, "Little ghost, where are you going?"

The little ghost looked up and saw the smiling Yu Liancheng and the ice-cold Murong Jiu, and could not help but laugh sheepishly: "I have a stomachache; this manor is too big, and I haven't found where the latrine is. Do you two know?"

"No need to look anymore." Yu Liancheng flicked out a Dopokongzhijin, and Xiaoyuer was instantly unable to move.

"You little ghost, you are truly dishonest and love to play tricks. I know you have copper tendons and iron bones, so my finger force will be a bit heavier; I will seal your acupoints for three hours, not a moment less, not a moment more."

Yu Liancheng shook his head: "Let's go, Miss Jiu."

The two turned and twisted, arriving at another pharmacy; this pharmacy was much larger than the previous one, with all kinds of medicinal herbs piled on all sides, as well as copper cauldrons and furnaces for refining pills.

This Murong Jiu is proficient in medicine, especially skilled in alchemy.

It is just a pity that although the pills here are precious, they are of little use to Yu Liancheng.

Soon, they arrived in front of another copper door; Murong Jiu hesitated for a moment before finally opening it.

Inside the copper door was a cellar, chilling and cold, filled with ice blocks stored from winter.

Hanging on the wall were nine paintings, which were the legendary Fossil Divine Art.

I saw that the first painting depicted a naked woman standing upside down on an iceberg on her hands and feet, with a few lines of small characters carved beside it: "Fossil Divine Art, can only be practiced by a virgin with a Profound Yin body; this is the first step of the Fossil Divine Art, success in three years, the mantra is as follows..."

Yu Liancheng naturally could not practice this martial art, but he could absorb its essence and integrate it into his own martial arts.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the first painting, a look of contemplation appearing between his brows.

After a quarter of an hour, his gaze fixed on the second painting.

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

He looked at every painting very carefully, and the further he went, the longer he spent looking.

When he reached the sixth, Murong Jiu, who was to the side, finally could not help but say, "Can you really make up for the flaws in the Fossil Divine Art?"

Yu Liancheng did not speak; his mind seemed completely immersed in the Fossil Divine Art.

Murong Jiu waited for a moment, watching the focused Yu Liancheng, her eyes sharpening, and a murderous intent suddenly rose in her heart. If she struck now, the other party would likely find it hard to defend or parry.

But just as this murderous intent arose, she heard Yu Liancheng suddenly let out a cold snort.

This cold snort sounded like a thunderclap; Murong Jiu felt her entire spirit, strength, and True Qi shattered by this thunderclap, and her body trembled, involuntarily collapsing softly.

Yu Liancheng ignored Murong Jiu, his mind still focused on the Fossil Divine Art.

This martial art sparked his inspiration, granting him some mysterious and indescribable wonderful insights.

His Qi also seemed to shift with these paintings; when looking at the first few, his aura was as ethereal and unpredictable as usual. But as his insights deepened, he himself became like a towering peak suddenly rising from flat ground, heavy and massive.

Fossil Divine Art.

Stone is the foundation of the mountain.

Yu Liancheng had originally intended to integrate the essence of the Fossil Divine Art into the "Ruyi Heavenly Demon Art," but discovered that this martial art actually fit perfectly with the two sword moves "Immovable" and "Alluring City," which was an unexpected joy.

And Murong Jiu, who was in the secret room, only felt Yu Liancheng's aura growing increasingly vast, to the point where she felt she could not breathe.

This feeling also seemed to grow stronger and stronger, as if a great mountain were looming over her heart.

Fortunately, this feeling did not last long.

Yu Liancheng had closed his eyes, his aura dissipated, and he fell into deep thought.

I do not know how much time passed, but his eyes suddenly opened, a brilliant light flashing within them, and he muttered to himself: "This Fossil Divine Art turns a person into stone; not only does the body become stone, but even the heart seems to be cast from stone, cold and icy, devoid of spirit. What if I were to add this spirit back in?"

Yu Liancheng's thoughts shifted; he extended his finger, using it as a brush, and with the grace of a dragon and snake, he actually began to write on the hard stone wall.

PS: Four updates, asking for monthly tickets.