Chapter 76

75. Sever the Nine Yins, Weaken the Eight Yangs, Lock the Seven Natures (3/3)

Yang Rui nodded repeatedly: “That’s right, that’s right!”

Given how dangerous and complex the Ghost Immortal path is, can Master simply fulfill the Five Misfortunes and Three Deficiencies to enter it? Zhou Chang asked carefully again, “I feel things won’t be easy...”

“Yes...” Yang Rui nodded solemnly, “The first realm of becoming a Ghost Immortal is called ‘Sever the Nine Yins’—eradicating the Six Yangs within the body and opening the Three Yins without, bringing one to the brink of death!”

Then comes ‘Weaken the Eight Yangs’,

The long, vertically descending lightning bolt shattered at its turning point; ten thousand heavenly bolts instantly surged toward Jun Mianchen, flashing a single eternal, blinding light within his clear eyes.

“You can’t hold me!” Yue Fengyang thought, and dragon-scale armor and dragon claws appeared; facing the lizard chieftain’s slash, he did not dodge, only blocked with his arm.

After the meridians were rebuilt, Yue Fengyang noticed the black meridians still writhing, so he quickly withdrew the crystal membrane. Without the membrane’s restraint, the black meridians writhed more vigorously, thickening further; when the writhing finally ceased, Yue Fengyang saw his new meridians were twice as thick as before.

The barrage of comments flooding Ruǎn Ruǎn’s name Qiahao drew Lin Fenfen’s attention to the livestream audience’s dissatisfaction, while she simultaneously took pride in her Italian dish having utterly defeated Ruǎn Ruǎn’s.

“What’s your intention?” Yue Fengyang pointed at the large group of troops and supplies behind Gongshan Zhiou.

Could it be related to the soul artifact taken from him? Jia Nan vaguely suspected—he knew soul artifacts could sense each other, and even across the world’s membrane, some special method might exist to transmit information.

After tasting it, Ruǎn Ruǎn’s eyes lit up with joy and excitement—Lin Fenfen’s Italian cuisine was indeed authentically superior.

Han Chengli had come from the urban channel; seeing Ye Xiaofeng, he smiled.

Especially since Li Yan and Xia Lan seemed connected, Ye Ziyi now didn’t want Su Yunyue to take any further risks.

Unbeknownst to others, Biqi his terrifying gaze, his inner murderous intent had already spread through his entire body—he merely suppressed it fiercely, preventing it from spilling out.

At that moment, a scout reported: in Chang’an, the panicked Xiahou Ru and the Jingzhao Governor learned Ma Chao was charging straight for Tongguan, and had immediately dispatched half of the city’s remaining ten thousand defenders—five thousand troops led by General Zhang Shun—to rush to Tongguan under cover of night.

Others claimed Cao Cao ruled harshly, slaughtered excessively, and usurped the Han throne; hearing Liu Bei was a Han imperial relative who practiced benevolent governance and cared for the people, and had long fought to restore the Han, the common folk had longed for Liu Bei to seize the realm. Now that Liu Bei’s Cavalry General had led his army back into Guanzhong, the fall of Wei and the revival of Han seemed imminent.

Zheng Han glared at Cao Yue again, as if dissatisfied. Cao Yue merely chuckled, offering no explanation.

Yang Lin was driven mad by these people’s complaints, never imagining they’d be so hard to please. In contrast, Liu Qing and the others were already used to it, unmoved.

Unless something special happened, neither Zheng Han nor Cao Yue would skip class or take leave.

Yun Leng looked at Nalan Yanran and nodded approvingly—Nalan Yanran was the hope of Yunlan Sect to break into the Jiaman Empire, and Yunlan Sect placed immense importance on her.

It was like two dueling swordsmen, dueling atop the imperial palace, crowds thronging below, spectators packed tight, cold wind howling, wine banners fluttering, black clouds pressing down on the city, thunder and lightning flashing within the dark clouds.

He knew reporting the crime would have no effect on the other side. But if reporting was useless, that didn’t mean other methods were useless.

So far, success had been achieved—the opening went well. This ambush was crucial, and it had already met its intended effect.

Yan Yu was still watching when suddenly the man beside her stirred—he rolled over, his tall frame covering her, propped above her body.