Chapter 40: Refining the Blood Curse in the Eight Trigrams Furnace

Jiang Xuan walked forward, his steps slow, his eyes full of admiration.

"Impressive, impressive!"

His words were full of awe at Wu Wudi's ultimate move, all martial arts integrated into ten supreme martial paths, further transforming martial arts into soldiers; though this move was not yet perfected, its power and artistic conception were rarely matched under Heaven.

Whoosh!

Wu Wudi regulated his over-exhausted True Qi and martial will, panting violently, his originally extremely strong body now somewhat listless.

"How is it possible?!"

Wu Wudi's expression changed slightly, recalling Jiang Xuan under his sky-covering attack.

That glimmer of light?

Did that unremarkable glimmer of light block his full-power strike? Not even causing Jiang Xuan the slightest injury?

Hum!

At this moment Wu Wudi felt his mind in chaos, how could it be, how could there be such a solid defense, a thousand times more formidable than Shaolin Temple's Golden Bell Cover and Dong Ying's Indestructible Golden Body.

How could there be such a formidable fleshly body in the world?!

If that Jiang Xuan attacked with full power, blocking his ten strongest paths would be nothing; there are many talents under Heaven, and Wu Wudi was not necessarily the first in talent.

But Jiang Xuan gave up resistance, merely standing with hands behind his back; in the flicker of glimmering light, all his attacks, all his force and fist intent, were completely dissipated.

Not even causing Jiang Xuan the slightest trouble.

This made Wu Wudi, who had roamed Tianxia, doubt himself for the first time.

Jiang Xuan walked out from the dust and smoke, a gentle smile on his face; all dust and ashes rolled down one foot before him, not a speck touching him.

Wu Wudi's attack of the ten strongest paths was solidified into myriad forms, almost no different from a physical divine weapon attack, but even so, under his fleshly body's Eight Trigrams Purple Ribbon Immortal Robe, it achieved no effect.

He, who had already cultivated the Eight Trigrams Purple Ribbon Immortal Robe, had unrivaled defense under Heaven; though the ten strongest paths were terrifying beyond compare, for Jiang Xuan they were still not enough to break his defense.

With a lingering gaze, Jiang Xuan looked directly at Wu Wudi, whose breathing was urgent and whose face was full of disbelief:

"It seems, this ferocious weapon, Wu Xiansheng cannot take away."

He glanced sideways at Xie Wang Zhi Zhu, seeing this ferocious weapon king, originally fierce and domineering, now showing complete docility.

Grasping the hilt, he waved it casually, and the Void surged with ripples.

"Jiang Bangzhu, this Xie Wang Zhi Zhu is of vital importance to me, can I..."

Wu Wudi at this time could not care about the dignity of a strong expert, hoping Jiang Xuan would yield this ferocious weapon to him, but the words reached his lips and he truly could not speak them; such a peerless divine weapon as Xie Wang Zhi Zhu was not something others would hand over at a word, and besides, Jiang Xuan's martial arts realm far surpassed his.

But if Jiang Xuan was the master of Xie Wang Zhi Zhu, could he in his lifetime truly surpass this person and unravel the bloodline curse?

The result of the battle just now was obvious.

He was defeated thoroughly; his peak full-power strike could not even cause the slightest injury to him; if the other party truly got serious, he was certainly no match.

Wu Wudi had Heavenly Pride talent, indeed a prodigy, but the person before him was not yet of weak crown age, and his martial arts had already reached such a realm—how could it be described as a prodigy or monster genius?

"This Xie Wang Zhi Zhu is equally useful to me; I cannot yield it."

Although he had already expected it to be impossible, upon hearing this Wu Wudi could only gloomily accept the facts.

"If Wu Xiansheng has come to resolve the family curse, although Xie Wang Zhi Zhu cannot be given to Wu Xiansheng, I have some study of curses; let me take a look."

"I once received Wu Xiansheng's ten strong martial paths inheritance; returning a gift for a gift, I follow the Heavenly Principle."

Wu Wudi's dim gaze suddenly brightened; Jiang Xuan's next words reignited hope in him.

Jiang Xuan's martial arts were so accomplished; perhaps there really was a way to unravel the curse.

Force surged; centered on the two, dust and smoke rushed in all directions, clearing out a clean area.

Sitting opposite each other, Jiang Xuan's divine power circulated, moving through Wu Wudi's major acupoints; crimson divine light appeared, endless killing intent surged, and the sky and earth were filled with an aura of slaughter.

Wu Wudi's hairs stood on end instantly, a trace of regret flashing in his heart.

Was this Jiang Xuan's method of unraveling the curse? Another's power roaming within his body, life and death at the whim of another.

But upon second thought, Jiang Xuan's martial arts were profound; if he truly had ill intent, there was no need for such trouble, and he immediately set his mind at ease, focusing on feeling Jiang Xuan's strange power.

The more he felt it, the more his heart palpitations.

This sword intent roaming within his body was filled with the most ferocious power of annihilating all things; Wu Wudi had never seen such a degree of ferocious power annihilating everything; compared to Xie Wang Zhi Zhu, it was far inferior.

But was this ferocious power really suitable for unraveling the curse? Wu Wudi was very uneasy in his heart.

Jiang Xuan controlled the Reveal Self Sword Intent circulating within Wu Wudi's body; now the Reveal Self Sword had been refined by him into his right arm, and using it was truly "as if driving with his arm."

In an instant Jiang Xuan also understood why the Wu family's curse was inherited by later generations.

He found Wu Wudi's bloodline filled with a vast evil thought; this evil thought caused the meridians and veins to be blocked, even affecting the brain and making one foolish.

Ordinary aptitude, poor comprehension; no wonder no genius could be born.

More importantly, this evil intent had completely fused with the bloodline and could actually be inherited; the evil intent would weaken with inheritance, but over time, as the Wu family members grew, it would absorb their evil thoughts and grow strong again.

It could be said that for every Wu family member, the older the age, the stronger the curse within the body.

After a long while, Jiang Xuan stopped his investigation and exhaled deeply.

"How is it?"

Wu Wudi asked uneasily; it concerned the Wu family's fortune, and he had to take it seriously.

"Somewhat troublesome, but not a big problem; it depends on whether Wu Xiansheng can endure the pain of unraveling the curse."

Jiang Xuan laughed lightly, half-joking.

"As long as this century-old curse can be broken, what is a bit of pain? What is there to fear?"

Wu Wudi spoke boldly; all pain would only make his martial intent more condensed.

"I do not know how Jiang Bangzhu plans to help Wu?"

"Refining the Blood Curse in the Eight Trigrams Furnace!"

"Refining the Blood Curse in the Eight Trigrams Furnace?"

Wu Wudi was baffled, about to say something, when he only heard an illusory Eight Trigrams Divine Furnace condensed from Essence Qi Spirit descend from the Heavenly Dome, covering him head-on.

Bang!

……

"Chief Jiang, for such great kindness I have no words of thanks; should there be any entrustment in the future, Wu will surely fulfill it even at the cost of my life."

Wu Wudi, emerging from the Eight Trigrams Furnace, now had his clothes completely tattered, hair and beard disheveled, his bearing unrestrained and dissolute, just like a beggar wandering the streets, yet his eyes were filled with a brilliant light that showed his excitement at this moment.

Recalling the three days and three nights of Fire Force scorching, during which Jiang Xuan would from time to time send that supremely fierce Sword Intent into his body, like ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, that kind of pain — even with a will as staunch as his — could not help but make him struggle violently; that kind of pain, no one would want to experience a second time.

However, compared to lifting the curse, all the pain was worth it; Primordial Spirit True Qi scanning his fleshly body, Wu Wudi only felt a kind of great refreshing sensation of breaking free from a cage and returning to nature.

True Qi Martial Intent had not the slightest change, yet Wu Wudi indeed knew that his bloodline curse had been unlocked; this was an intuition, profound mystery upon profound mystery, yet incomparably accurate.

"Mister Wu speaks too heavily; helping Mister Wu break free of the curse is also a great gain for me — the Single Thread of curse is truly wondrous and bizarre."

While unlocking the curse, Jiang Xuan could not help but gain an understanding of the Dao of curses, and even gained a new comprehension of the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

"However, this curse-unlocking only unlocked the curse on Mister Wu alone; at leisure, Mister Wu may bring his clansmen to the World Assembly, and I can unlock the curses together."

Jiang Xuan spoke slowly; the curses of the other Wu clan members with shallow martial arts, to him, could be cracked in the time of a single incense stick.

(Chapter End)