Chapter 117: Curly-haired Punk, I've Been Annoyed with You for a Long Time!
The Xuanwu True Skill is divided into two parts: internal and external cultivation.
The internal cultivation is Xuanwu Inner Power, while the external cultivation consists of the Ten Supreme Martial Arts.
The technique Ten Directions Invincible is an advanced realization derived from the Ten Supreme Martial Arts.
What Chu Yang needed to do was reverse-engineer the entire process.
When it came to talent and comprehension, with the support of his numerous clones, Chu Yang was in no way inferior to Nie Feng.
If Nie Feng could master this technique, then there was no reason why Chu Yang couldn't.
In just half a day, Chu Yang had thoroughly grasped all the essentials of Ten Directions Invincible.
At this point, he had already accomplished his main objective in coming to Lingyun Cavern.
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"There's a dragon vein hidden below… but this thing is useless to me. Taking it serves no purpose…"
The dragon vein, which had transformed into the spine of the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, did not enhance one's cultivation. Its sole purpose was to suppress demonic influences—such as the demonic intent generated by Nie Feng's Berserk Blood.
It wasn't even suitable as a weapon, as it was too rigid and uncomfortable to wield.
However, the dragon vein was also a symbol of a nation's fortunes and destiny. If it were destroyed, it would plunge the world into chaos, unleashing demonic turmoil.
At that time, countless hidden ancient monsters would resurface, stirring up storms across the martial world.
From one perspective, this was beneficial to Chu Yang, as he could freely seize the martial arts techniques of those individuals.
But Chu Yang had no intention of doing so.
Though he was not a self-righteous or altruistic man, he at least understood basic principles.
When the world fell into chaos, it was never the schemers or ambitious warriors who truly suffered. They lived or died by the rule of the victor becomes king, the defeated are condemned.
The real victims were always the common folk—ordinary people simply trying to live their lives.
"When gods wage war, mortals suffer the most."
"When the gates of the city are set ablaze, the fish in the moat perish."
These short phrases encapsulated the plight of the masses.
If his own greed were to push these innocent people into a life of suffering, Chu Yang wouldn't be able to forgive himself.
"It's better if I take the dragon vein with me. Even if disaster is inevitable, at least I'll have peace of mind."
With that, Chu Yang made his decision.
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Meanwhile...
The Heaven Society had just experienced a major upheaval.
Xiongba had arranged for his adopted daughter, Kong Ci, to marry his first disciple, Qin Shuang.
However, Bu Jingyun, who had always loved Kong Ci, attempted to rescue her on the wedding night, only to be intercepted by Nie Feng.
A fierce battle ensued.
During the fight, Bu Jingyun accidentally wounded Kong Ci, severing her heart meridians and causing her death.
In the end, Bu Jingyun left with Kong Ci's lifeless body, formally becoming enemies with Heaven Society and Nie Feng.
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At the Wind God Hall
"I was so foolish, truly foolish! I should have listened to Ayang earlier… I should've been honest with Brother Yun from the start and let him take Kong Ci away."
"I actually believed our master still had some sense of kinship toward us three disciples…!"
Nie Feng sat slumped, clutching Ming Yue, his face filled with self-recrimination.
Because of his hesitation, his childhood companion—his sister in all but blood—Kong Ci had died.
Ming Yue comforted him gently:
"This wasn't your fault. It was fate. Besides, given Bu Jingyun's personality, even if you had warned him, he probably wouldn't have believed you without experiencing this tragedy firsthand."
"As for Qin Shuang… his loyalty to Xiongba far exceeds yours…"
"Feng, let's leave. Before Xiongba decides to kill you, let's escape the Heaven Society and find a quiet place to live in seclusion, away from the martial world forever."
Ming Yue embraced Nie Feng, trying to soothe his pain.
However, Nie Feng seemed completely unresponsive to her words.
His eyes remained shut, lips murmuring incoherent words, and his body began trembling violently—as if he was on the verge of losing control.
Ming Yue failed to notice this change, assuming he was merely overcome with grief.
Suddenly—
Nie Feng grabbed Ming Yue's wrist with terrifying strength, causing her to cry out in pain.
"Feng, what are you doing?!"
Ming Yue looked down—only to see Nie Feng's blood-red eyes glaring at her.
His pupils were filled with demonic energy, devoid of any humanity.
Her face turned ashen with fear as she tried to break free.
But Nie Feng had already lost all reason.
Not only did he tighten his grip on her wrist, but he also reached out to strangle her neck!
At this moment of crisis, a glow of emerald light erupted from the Yin Sword, forming a protective barrier around Ming Yue and sending Nie Feng flying backward.
This was a defensive formation set up by Chu Yang—originally meant to guard against Xiongba—but unexpectedly, it was now protecting her from Nie Feng instead.
Though temporarily safe, Ming Yue was horrified.
She never imagined that Nie Feng would attack her!
"Feng, what's wrong with you?!"
"Look at me! I'm Ming Yue!"
"Don't scare me like this!"
No matter how she pleaded, Nie Feng remained emotionless, his red eyes locked onto her like a predator stalking its prey.
Even with the protective barrier, despair filled Ming Yue's heart.
"If Nie Feng has succumbed to madness… then what's the point of me surviving?"
The moment Nie Feng pressed his hand against the barrier, the Yin Sword emitted a soft golden glow.
A voice rang out from behind him:
"Sigh… so the Berserk Blood finally erupted. I had hoped that as long as Ming Yue was safe, you would never fall into this state."
Chu Yang had arrived.
Nie Feng whipped around—only to be met with a forceful strike from a bare, rigid spine, slamming across his handsome face.
The force sent him spinning in place, momentarily dulling the demonic aura in his eyes.
Ming Yue was overjoyed by Chu Yang's sudden appearance.
Before she could explain the situation, Chu Yang was already swinging the spine again!
Nie Feng activated his Wind God Legs, his figure becoming a blur, seemingly about to evade the attack—
But Chu Yang's speed soared in tandem, his figure flashing golden, instantly appearing behind Nie Feng and grabbing his throat.
Then, he began mercilessly beating him with the spine.
Nie Feng's screams of agony echoed throughout the hall.
"Alright, alright! Ayang, stop! I'm going to die from pain!"
With his face swollen like a pig's head, Nie Feng begged for mercy, his rationality restored.
Chu Yang reluctantly released him.
Ming Yue rushed forward, embracing Nie Feng in concern.
"Are you alright, Feng?"
"I'm fine now, don't worry."
Nie Feng held her gently, his heart still filled with fear at what could have happened if Chu Yang hadn't arrived in time.
"So… do you know what just happened?"
Ming Yue turned to Chu Yang for answers.
"Nie Feng's ancestors once battled the Fire Qilin and were accidentally tainted by Qilin Blood. Though the Qilin is a sacred beast, its blood drives humans into madness, leading them toward demonic corruption."
Upon hearing this, both Ming Yue and Nie Feng's faces paled.
Nie Feng could fall into the demonic path at any moment, which also meant Ming Yue was constantly in danger.
"Ming Yue, it looks like I can't stay by your side anymore."
"No! Feng, even if it means death, I want to be with you."
The two gazed at each other affectionately.
Chu Yang got goosebumps and couldn't help but interrupt them. "The Qilin Blood is powerful, but it's not entirely incurable."
His sudden words made both of them uneasy.
Ming Yue and Nie Feng looked at him resentfully.
If it was so important, couldn't he have said it earlier?!
"I can extract the Qilin Blood, but doing so will cost Nie Feng the opportunity to grow stronger. If he can suppress and control the Berserk Blood, his strength will reach an unimaginable level."
Chu Yang decided to give Nie Feng the choice. After all, this was his opportunity, and no one else should make the decision for him.
"Please extract the Qilin Blood for me, Ayang."
Nie Feng's attitude was resolute. The moment he realized he might harm Ming Yue, he had already decided to abandon this power.
"The power of the Berserk Blood would allow you to easily surpass Xiongba."
Chu Yang reminded him once more.
"I understand, but I don't want it. Just now, I almost killed Ming Yue. I hate this power."
Nie Feng answered firmly.
Chu Yang nodded. Deep emotions were both Nie Feng's strength and his weakness—his decisions were never made with pure reason.
Having absorbed all the blood of the Fire Qilin, Chu Yang could sense the presence of the Berserk Blood in Nie Feng's body. With just a single thought, he could activate it.
As he did so, Nie Feng showed immense pain.
It was as if Chu Yang were forcibly tearing away a vital organ from him—without anesthesia.
Nie Feng's black hair turned white, and his skin withered, making him look like an elderly man on the brink of death.
This was the effect of losing a vast amount of life force in a short time.
Chu Yang immediately replenished Nie Feng's body with pure life energy. His skin quickly returned to normal, but his hair remained white.
Ming Yue gritted her teeth, anxiously watching Nie Feng.
A moment later.
The Qilin Blood in Nie Feng's body was completely removed, leaving him weak and feeble, as though he had just survived a severe illness.
He barely managed to thank Chu Yang before collapsing to the ground. Seeing this, Ming Yue hurriedly stepped forward to support him.
"The Berserk Blood is gone. Now, tell me what's been happening lately."
Chu Yang had been in Lingyun Cave for a long time and was unaware of the outside world.
Nie Feng, looking dispirited, recounted how Bu Jingyun had turned against Tian Xia Hui. He blamed himself for not listening to Chu Yang's advice, which led to Kong Ci's death in their conflict.
Hearing this, Chu Yang could only sigh, "Such is fate."
"I never expected that my master… that Xiongba could be so ruthless. If Brother Yun returns, I will join him in killing that old tyrant!"
Nie Feng clenched his fists in anger.
"If Bu Jingyun returns, he might kill you too. He hates Xiongba—do you think he wouldn't hate you as well?"
"I've told you before, don't assume you understand a girl's heart."
Chu Yang said indifferently.
Nie Feng gave a bitter smile, sinking into guilt and self-reproach.
"Feng, let's leave. We'll find a quiet place to live in seclusion."
Ming Yue earnestly tried to persuade Nie Feng to leave. She truly didn't want to be caught up in this mess.
"With Wushuang City fallen, Tian Xia Hui is now undoubtedly the number one faction in the martial world, with influence spanning the land. If Xiongba wants to find us, there will be nowhere to hide…"
"Even a divine figure like Mud Buddha couldn't escape."
Nie Feng's meaning was clear—unless they helped Bu Jingyun take down Xiongba, he and Ming Yue would never escape Tian Xia Hui's pursuit.
Ming Yue was about to argue when Chu Yang suddenly raised his hand to stop her.
"I agree with Nie Feng on this. If Xiongba doesn't die, neither of you will have peace."
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