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Scholar Xiu had long contemplated his path and ultimately felt that he was not suited for the front lines. Every morning, he practiced his speeches, studying the speech that Zhao Yang had given him, searching for patterns and resonant points that could stir the emotions of the audience. This was essential for any orator.
Scholar Xiu chose to pursue the path of healing arts, a route that was looked down upon by many in the Cultivation community.
In the world of Cultivation, strength was paramount, which essentially meant that whoever could fight was considered the leader. Healing practitioners were not regarded highly; while there was no outright discrimination, many believed that medical cultivators were merely a useless lot, as cultivators could heal themselves and medical practitioners could not bring the dead back to life. Since the onset of wars in the Cultivation world, medical cultivators had proven to be of little use.
At this moment, Nangong Wuxin suddenly felt his pain dissipate, replaced by a refreshing sensation.
However, his neck still burned fiercely.
Though Nangong Wuxin was taciturn, he had been closely observing Divine Peng Young Master’s actions. He recalled that at the beginning, when Divine Peng Young Master had passed through him, a phantom had brushed against his neck. At that time, he hadn’t sensed anything amiss; only now did he realize there was a small spike embedded in his neck.
A massive blade was thrust into his neck, causing him excruciating pain.
Familiar sensations washed over him. Over the past year, Scholar Xiu had applied his studied healing techniques on himself countless times. Nangong Wuxin gritted his teeth against the pain and without hesitation pulled out the spike from his neck.
As soon as the spike was removed, blood gushed forth; his carotid artery had been severed. The scene was gruesome, but cultivators were different from ordinary people—while a regular person would surely have perished from such an injury, a cultivator could recover their wounds in a short time and mend their meridians. If they had a Holy Dan on hand, they could restore themselves instantly.
The enormous shadow behind Nangong Wuxin withdrew its massive blade abruptly, but in the next moment, its movement halted. A gigantic Phantom appeared alongside Nangong Wuxin; this Phantom resembled him closely but was much larger and bore a strange mark on its forehead resembling a sun and moon pattern or blooming plum blossoms.
The colossal Phantom of Nangong Wuxin emerged and grasped the shadow with one hand; with just a gentle squeeze, it turned the shadow into smoke, vanishing from sight.
In an instant, both Nangong Wuxin and his giant Phantom moved simultaneously. They formed strange hand seals with their hands while chanting incantations. A soul-chilling aura surged forth towards Divine Peng Young Master. The latter shifted his position swiftly to ten paces away; however, this aura made him feel as if his very essence was being stripped away.
Before Divine Peng Young Master could relax, an ominous sensation crept up behind him. A flicker of terror crossed his face as he attempted to shift again. No matter how he moved, that unsettling technique followed him like a shadow. Moreover, astonishingly enough, the longer this technique traveled through space, the more powerful it became—intensifying his dread.
“Demon Hunting Soul Pursuit Technique?” came a voice from an aged elder nearby.
The abbot of Xuanfo Temple shook his head; he had never heard of such a technique.
The fierce battle between Nangong Wuxin and Divine Peng Young Master unfolded on the grass of Sky One Tower, allowing everyone present at Sky One Tower to witness their confrontation.
Caught in a predicament and increasingly anxious, Divine Peng Young Master crossed his fingers over his chest and shouted: “Explode!”
A series of crackling sounds erupted from Nangong Wuxin's body as jets of blood shot forth before he collapsed to the ground, his complexion turning blue and purple.
This is the seed planted by the Divine Peng Young Master during his eight crossings into Nangong Wuxin's acupoints, capable of igniting the acupoints and causing chaos in a cultivator's meridians, leading to misalignment of acupoints, rendering them useless, or even resulting in madness and death.
However, just before Nangong Wuxin closed his eyes for the last time, he revealed a faint smile to the Divine Peng Young Master, a smile filled with confidence and joy, as if to say, "You are already dead."
The Demon Hunting Soul Pursuit Technique does not cease until it has harmed its target; no defense can block it. It once appeared in the cultivation world during Ancient Times and was known as absolute damage, meaning that anyone targeted by the Demon Hunting Soul Pursuit Technique could not escape. Its greatest characteristic is that the longer it persists, the more powerful it becomes, until it ultimately kills its target.
Unless the attacked individual remains at a speed permanently faster than the Demon Hunting Soul Pursuit Technique, it will always catch up to them.
If the target is merely a person, they may still have a chance at survival. However, if it is a demon, the outcome is less certain because the Demon Hunting Soul Pursuit Technique was specifically created to deal with demonkind. For a long time, it had never shone brightly in the cultivation world.
After Nangong Wuxin fell unconscious, Zhao Yang and Scholar Xiu carried him toward Xuanfo Temple. Meanwhile, the Divine Peng Young Master suffered severe injuries; he had dodged hundreds of times and had already elevated the power of the Demon Hunting Soul Pursuit Technique to an unmanageable level.
As a result, all of Divine Peng Young Master's meridians were shattered into fragments. His gaze was hollow; had he not still shown signs of life, others would have already deemed him dead.
However, from that day forward, no one in the imperial city ever saw Divine Peng Young Master again; the royal family would never support a useless person.
After Divine Peng Young Master was taken away, Nangong Wuxin's complexion gradually changed from purple-blue to blood-red and then finally to pale. His energy points were completely sealed off. If not for the fact that the Demon Hunting Soul Pursuit Technique nearly killed Divine Peng Young Master, Nangong Wuxin would have suffocated to death.
In retrospect, Nangong Wuxin felt lingering fear about this incident. Without such a unique technique as the Demon Hunting Soul Pursuit Technique, no matter how high his cultivation level was, he would ultimately have been killed by Divine Peng Young Master. More crucially, Scholar Xiu had secretly entered his body with a medical avatar to help him heal; otherwise, just the nails in his neck could have paralyzed him and rendered him unable to fight.
No one dared to speak against Xuanfo Temple's protection over Nangong Wuxin; even those backed by royalty refrained from making demands because Datong had revealed his murderous intent. His aura enveloped the entire third floor of Sky One Tower, causing everyone to feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave and could barely move.
"Speak and die. Remain silent and leave. You can test this if you don't believe me," Datong Zen Master said. His voice was like a demonic sound that made those who heard it—especially those he targeted—tremble and stumble as he stripped them of their right to speak.
In the cultivation world, there is no such thing as paying with one's life for murder; whoever has the stronger fist is considered the boss. To punish someone like Datong without a Divine General stepping in would be suicidal for these minor High Priests who dared not seek their own demise over someone unworthy.
That unworthy person was none other than Divine Peng Young Master; he was merely a noble offspring—a pawn behind Central Sovereign's grand ambitions.
Geniuses are never lacking in this world; claims of being unprecedented or unparalleled are empty words until proven otherwise.
Perhaps even a genius hailed as number one in heaven and earth could choke on a grain of rice while eating and die—that's how unpredictable talent can be. What others perceive as genius may differ from one's own view; what fate decides has never been certain.
After a year apart, Zhao Yang finally reunited with Scholar Xiu. Scholar Xiu spoke at length about many things that had happened over the past year.
A year ago, his grandfather Huang Long Laodao used his avatar's power to rescue Scholar Xiu and Nangong Wuxin from their great escape. However, after that incident, Huang Long Laodao did not appear again. Thus, Scholar Xiu and the awakened Nangong Wuxin began their journey together through Zhongzhou.
They later arrived at the place where they had once fled, hoping to gather information about Zhao Yang and the others. However, it was a desolate wasteland stretching for miles. In the center of this scorched earth lay a massive gorge, filled with spring water that often erupted with Spirit Energy, dispersing in all directions like the earth's Spirit Energy had been unleashed.
Although the two were astonished that someone could cause such devastation, they did not believe Zhao Yang was responsible. Despite Zhao Yang's unparalleled combat power and intelligence, it seemed unlikely he could create such widespread destruction; it was too exaggerated. A wasteland spanning thousands of miles was beyond even a deity's capabilities.
Feeling disheartened, Nangong Wuxin and Scholar Xiu practiced there for over a month, making significant progress in their cultivation. They later heard about an explosion in the Haotian Secret Realm and went to the location where the Hao Tian Realm had once existed, finding some fragments of pills but realizing that forming a core was impossible.
Thus, following Huang Long Laodao's words before his avatar vanished, Nangong Wuxin and Scholar Xiu set out to find a treasure he had left behind in a certain sacred place.
Huang Long Laodao was an extraordinary figure in the cultivation world; no one knew his true abilities or how high his cultivation level was. However, everyone recognized him because he frequently appeared in various locations to make prophecies. Most of his predictions were accurate, though occasionally he would make mistakes. Huang Long Laodao explained that once a heavenly secret is spoken, it can be altered.
However, whenever Huang Long Laodao appeared, it meant someone was destined to die—and not just any ordinary person; often many lives were at stake.
As a result, no one liked Huang Long Laodao; he was seen as a harbinger of disaster.
Yet sometimes he could be particularly enthusiastic because he enjoyed playing the mediator. However, disputes between parties he intervened in typically escalated into violent confrontations far worse than ordinary gang conflicts. There had been instances where two factions clashed fiercely, resulting in each side losing a member who then chose to end their own lives in silence.
Thus, Huang Long Laodao was not only a bringer of calamity but also a reaper of souls. Nonetheless, he had a good rapport with people because he treated everyone kindly, engaging in equal conversations even with low-level cultivators without any hint of arrogance.
In the cave paradise found by Huang Long Laodao, Nangong Wuxin successfully formed his core while Scholar Xiu achieved transcendence. After consolidating their cultivation for some time, they set off again to wander among mortals, observing the bustling crowds and experiencing the world's splendor. They sought to understand a certain state Zhao Yang had once described—walking among thousands of people, feeling the warmth and coldness of human emotions, existing within the world yet also transcending it.
This was the foundation of Enlightenment.
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