[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn":3,"chapter-thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-chapter-84":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Thirteen Years as King of the Great Song, I Learned I Was the Dragon",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2271779,4437,"Chapter 84","thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-chapter-84",84,"\u003Cp>Zhao Ti lifted a finger and tapped forward; the illusory yin finger force emitted a faint, ethereal hum, striking straight toward Jiumo Zhi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the illusory yin finger force were not projected outward, merely using finger techniques to strike acupoints caused little noise—but when true qi was released externally, it was entirely different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiumo Zhi heard the finger wind and instantly paled; he had once been struck by Zhao Ti’s finger in the Heavenly Dragon Temple in Dali, and the memory still haunted him—he had spent an entire month melting the lingering illusory yin qi with his Flame Blade’s inner power before fully purging it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the Flame Blade belonged to yang, it was not pure yang energy, which explained why it took so long to neutralize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, seeing the illusory yin finger again, Jiumo Zhi’s divine composure shattered; his face twisted into a snarl: “It’s you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti rose slowly from his cushion and smiled faintly: “The famed Tibetan National Dharma King Jiumo Zhi, versed in Buddhist doctrine and endowed with great wisdom, holds a teaching assembly every five years, drawing high monks from across the Western Regions and Tianzhu to the Great Snow Mountain’s Great Wheel Temple to debate sutras—all depart delighted and praising.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiumo Zhi’s expression flickered uncertainly: “Are you of the Great Song imperial family?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti clapped his hands: “Who I am matters little; what matters is that such a revered monk should sneak into a private estate to steal—truly astonishing. Could it be true, as the Demon King claimed, that in the Final Dharma Age, demon sons and grandsons infiltrate temples, don monk’s robes, corrupt the Dharma, twist the sutras, and utterly violate the precepts?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nonsense!” Jiumo Zhi’s eyebrows nearly stood upright. “What do you know of Buddhist doctrine, you brat? Spouting nonsense! Today, I shall take you to the Great Snow Mountain’s Great Wheel Temple and make you meditate before the Buddha for thirty years to learn what true Dharma truly is!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti shook his head: “I fear you lack the ability. One foot of Buddha outweighs ten feet of demon. Rather, I shall take you, the Dharma King, and properly instruct you in repentance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiumo Zhi’s face remained expressionless, but inwardly he thought: Back at the Heavenly Dragon Temple, had those seven not attacked together, how could I have been struck by that icy finger force? Now, in this cave, no other experts remain—I have mastered the Minor Formless Skill, far surpassing last year’s strength. I must seize him swiftly, torment him, then take him away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a word, he moved abruptly, closing the distance to Zhao Ti in an instant, then slashed with the Flame Blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti smiled and said, “Sword, come!” His finger wind struck Li Qingluo’s grounded longsword; the blade leapt into his palm. Then his form erupted like light and smoke, evading the Flame Blade’s palm wind, flashing beside Jiumo Zhi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiumo Zhi’s eyes widened in surprise—he had not expected such swift agility; it resembled the eunuch’s movement, yet subtly different, leaving him puzzled about their connection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Guan, just about to flee and call for help, froze at the sight of Zhao Ti’s footwork; then he saw Zhao Ti’s sword strikes—elusive, spectral, seemingly formless—and turned ashen, standing motionless as if turned to stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti seized the initiative; the Vajra Flower Scripture swordplay surged like waves on a midnight sea—endless transformations, relentless links—forcing Jiumo Zhi back seven steps in succession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiumo Zhi was stunned—he had underestimated this opponent. Beyond that icy finger technique, the man possessed astonishing mastery in swordplay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now too close, Zhao Ti’s sword too fast, Jiumo Zhi’s Flame Blade palm strikes turned sluggish and clumsy; he abandoned the blade entirely, using one hand to strike directly, the other rapidly unleashing the Flower-Plucking Finger, Formless Jie  Finger, and Dharma Leaf Finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti wielded the sword with one hand, the other deploying Illusory Yin Finger to counter Jiumo Zhi’s three Shaolin finger techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All three finger arts were profoundly subtle, and Jiumo Zhi had mastered them thoroughly—but Illusory Yin Finger followed the path of Heaven’s One Generating Water; no matter how the other fingers shifted or how intricate their mysteries, none could pierce Illusory Yin Finger’s defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more Jiumo Zhi fought, the heavier his heart grew. He had always prided himself on never carrying weapons, relying solely on palms and fingers to traverse the world—but now he suffered for it, ensnared by a single sword like a vast net.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Flame Blade palm had struck the sword’s spine countless times. Li Qingluo’s blade was fine, but not forged from Spring-Autumn divine metal—his power should have shattered it long ago. Yet the sword moved like a phantom, never meeting force directly; instead, each strike was used to redirect, thrusting toward new targets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiumo Zhi let out a long, frustrated roar, feeling utterly stifled. He possessed multiple supreme arts and superior inner power—yet had no room to unleash them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cry jolted Tong Guan from his stupor. Tong Guan’s face turned as white as rice paper; his mind spun wildly, whispering: “It’s over, it’s over—the Prince has mastered the Vajra Flower Scripture. I am a traitor now. What do I do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing him frozen like a statue, Li Qingluo cried from the ground: “Eunuch, why aren’t you calling for help outside?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Guan snapped back to himself and bolted for the exit—but a doubt lingered: the Prince’s footwork and swordplay were unmistakably the Vajra Flower Scripture… yet why did they differ so from his own practice?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiumo Zhi heard Li Qingluo’s words and his heart stirred; he frowned. If this was the Song imperial family, how could only two be here? There might be other experts—or soldiers—outside!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realizing the danger, he drew a deep breath. If he couldn’t seize the boy swiftly, disaster loomed. Retreating through the three-foot wall hole was impossible—it was too narrow, and he couldn’t bend backward to exit. Besides, would the opponent let him retreat safely? Entering would be suicide. Nor could he flee to the other side of the hill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the main entrance remained—but it would be guarded. Imperial processions always carried powerful bows and crossbows. Unless he captured this boy as a hostage, he could not escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiumo Zhi’s mind raced, searching for an opening. Zhao Ti’s swordplay and footwork formed a seamless whole—no flaw to exploit. The phantom light and smoke—what martial art was this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti’s sword flowed effortlessly, one technique following another without end, his form like a shadow, elusive and weightless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Observing the swordplay and footwork, Jiumo Zhi felt sudden insight—what martial art was this? Entirely unlike any other, yet radiating extraordinary power. He had never seen a sword hook upward then slash down, nor a body dodge with such bizarre, inverted motion—but it was profoundly mysterious—a supreme art indeed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought inwardly: Perhaps I can simulate it with my newly acquired Minor Formless Skill—perhaps its power will surpass, and shock the opponent into revealing a flaw, giving me the chance to seize him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly resolved, Jiumo Zhi activated his newly formed Minor Formless qi, shattered a nearby bookshelf, seized a sturdy wooden rod as a sword, and began mimicking Zhao Ti’s sword techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti showed no surprise—he had anticipated this. He slowed his assault, engaging Jiumo Zhi in a circling duel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, Jiumo Zhi found the Vajra Flower Sword movements agonizingly awkward—every posture seemed deliberately perverse. But as he continued, the motions grew strangely natural; his blood seemed to boil—truly a peerless art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the wooden rod, Jiumo Zhi unleashed the Vajra Flower Scripture’s derived swordplay, growing ever more fluent, ever more delighted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti shifted from offense to defense, watching Jiumo Zhi coldly, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, hurried footsteps approached the entrance of the Langhuan Jade Cave. Jiumo Zhi had now turned the swordplay into a vast, sky-covering net of blades, his form a phantom, dark and silent, darting ceaselessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he pressed forward, seemingly on the verge of victory—he suddenly screamed, “Ahh!” as if a spinning top had halted abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face flushed crimson as blood; his eyes bulged from their sockets; he stood frozen, expression bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his monk’s robes tore apart inch by inch; veins swelled like snakes crawling across his arms and body; his heart pounded violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti stepped back two paces, squinting. Jiumo Zhi let out a piercing cry, clutching his groin, staggering backward three steps, crashing into the wall, then sliding slowly to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood seeped from his skin; a pool of crimson gathered below; his lips trembled: “You… you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti blinked, rubbed his chin, and stepped forward slowly: “This… I only learned now—the Minor Formless Skill cannot simulate this sword art. If one forces it… then…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiumo Zhi’s eyes bulged like ox’s, blood trickling from his corners; his lips moved, but no sound emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti muttered softly: “No wonder Li Qiushui fled immediately after simulating the Vajra Flower Scripture—she didn’t even finish the final strike…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought inwardly: Li Qiushui had wounded Li Xian—adding one or two more sword thrusts would have taken mere breaths. Yet she fled in panic, failing the kill—clearly, she suffered backlash from the Vajra Flower Scripture. She must have been terrified, unable to comprehend the injury, and ran. I wonder how badly she was hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Vajra Flower Scripture is a martial art of extreme yang and yin transforming into each other—in essence, severing yang thought, transforming yang into yin. That’s why one must castrate—to generate extreme yang qi that transforms into extreme yin, preventing the body from exploding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Minor Formless Skill, by mimicking the Vajra Flower Scripture’s forms and steps, stirs and agitates the body’s yang qi, igniting internal fire—but without castration, there is no way to neutralize it, resulting in the same fate as one who practices the Scripture without castration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Tong Guan and others rushed into the cave, surrounding Jiumo Zhi, shouting: “We’re late in protecting the Prince!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti waved his hand: “Bind this monk and carry him out. His injuries prevent walking—handle him carefully. Don’t jostle him to death.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1688,"2026-06-19T22:30:31.989Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f199e6b7717fb976cba6dd9c2789a18c57cfe750cf48f12635d521c68771c0f3","thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-chapter-85","thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-chapter-83",270,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-cover.jpg"]