Chapter 24

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Whoosh! Whoosh!

As the fat Taoist made his move, Qing Yu also drew his sword. The long sword was cold and icy, and the chilling sword light split into two, pointing simultaneously at Jiang Qingliu and Huang Qingli.

"One Qi Transforms into Three Purities!"

Huang Qingli shouted, surprised that Qing Yu's Wudang basic sword technique had reached such a level. The sword move "One Qi Transforms into Three Purities" could already split into two swords at once, and it was no less impressive compared to his own.

"Excellent move!"

Clang!

A deep and resonant sound of a sword being drawn, accompanied by a strange whistling wind, rang out. Huang Qingli made his move, and his broadsword, about four feet long, also split into two. Although the two sword shadows were still somewhat ethereal, they were much more substantial compared to Qing Yu's.

Clang! Clang!

The two swords clashed, the metallic tremors continuous, fierce like forging iron, with sparks flying.

In a moment, they had exchanged over ten moves. Compared to the Turtle-Snake Fist of the fat Taoist and Qing Ye, the confrontation between Qing Yu and Huang Qingli was much more intense.

When Wudang was first established, it became renowned for its Tai Chi boxing and sword techniques. In terms of swordsmanship, it was one of the best in the entire Han Empire. Over the years, some of the most brilliant figures among the Three Mad Taoists had refined the Wudang sword techniques, elevating them to new heights and even creating supreme sword techniques like the "True Wu Seven Section Sword."

Therefore, even the basic Wudang sword techniques, which were far more profound and intricate than those outside, were prefixed with "Wudang." Although some of these basic techniques had spread through hidden channels, they were not openly displayed and were only used by a few powerful factions to lay the foundation for their descendants or disciples in swordsmanship.

On the cliff.

Su Qinnian's eyes gleamed, and the two star points at the center of his forehead, connected like horns, emitted the first level of the "Mystical Soul Great Technique," spreading all his mental energy. He observed the subtle details, and although he might not be proficient in weapons, he could discern the sharpness in the fine details. He carefully noted everything down, and if he practiced weapon skills in the future, he could use these observations for reference.

Under the ancient osmanthus tree.

Four fiery red horses tore through layers of space, their vital energy like smoke, intertwining in the air.

Upon closer inspection, the vital energy horses of Qing Yu and the others were much more majestic, their bodies visibly larger, indicating they were on the path of transformation into blood-sweating steeds.

Not far away, Jiang Qingliu stood with his hands behind his back, calmly observing. His gaze was calm, but upon closer inspection, there were cold glints in his pupils.

It was only after a dozen moves.

Zhao Qinghu's and the fat Taoist Qing Ye's arms stuck together, pushing and drawing circles. This was the Wudang Tai Chi circle, the foundation of yin-yang principles, embodied in the fourth move of the Turtle-Snake Fist.

Wind and water flowed, yin and yang circled!

In Su Qinnian's eyes, Zhao Qinghu's figure seemed to disappear, leaving only a focal point of flowing wind and water. This made Su Qinnian's eyes light up, as it was said that the Wudang "Turtle-Snake Technique" had been continuously perfected by the Three Mad Taoists over generations. Although it was a foundational technique, its principles were as profound and intricate as any top-tier martial art in the world.

Among them, there was definitely a generation of the Three Mad Taoists who was proficient in array techniques, integrating the principles of feng shui and yin-yang into the fist technique.

The observer is clear!

Su Qinnian suddenly had a unique insight into the fourth move, "Wind and Water Flow." His gaze was gentle, and his hands moved slightly, creating a gentle breeze that was confined to a small area.

Puff!

As their arms intersected and drew the thirteenth circle, the fat Taoist Qing Ye's face turned pale. An invisible force tugged at him, making his bones creak and almost shatter. Unable to hold back, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Thud!

In the air above their heads, the two fiery red horses clashed. One let out a mournful cry and was shattered, blood and energy raining down.

The punch came like a hidden current, the force surging. Even though the fat Taoist Qing Ye blocked with his arms, using the momentum to his advantage, he was still powerless. The hidden force burst forth, and with a bang, he was sent flying, crashing into the ancient osmanthus tree. The sound of clear bone fractures echoed, indicating broken ribs. He spat out another mouthful of dark red blood, a sign of severe internal injuries.

Unable to move, he could only stare at Zhao Qinghu with fierce, bloodshot eyes.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The swords clashed, like fire trees and silver flowers blooming in the air. With each clash, Qing Yu's face grew paler. After ten moves, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, indicating internal injuries.

"Do you think my sword technique is just at this level?"

Suddenly, a cold smile appeared on Huang Qingli's lips. The broadsword in his hand changed its form, and the two sword shadows instantly became more substantial, forming vague sword shapes.

"One Qi Transforms into Three Purities, I understand it!"

Even Zhao Qinghu and Jiang Qingliu were drawn to this move. "One Qi Transforms into Three Purities" was the only move in the Wudang basic sword technique, with three levels. The first level split into two sword shadows, the second into three, and the third had no limit. If the practitioner's power was sufficient, they could split into four, five, or even hundreds of sword shadows.

In general, the fourth level of martial arts also applied here. In Zhao Qinghu and Jiang Qingliu's view, Huang Qingli's first-level "One Qi Transforms into Three Purities" had reached the level of understanding, where the two sword shadows could form distinct shapes. If he truly mastered it, the two sword shadows would be as real as the actual sword, indistinguishable.

Qing Yu, although also at the first level, splitting into two sword shadows, had a much lower level of understanding. His two sword shadows were only vague shadows, indicating he was at the level of integration.

Clang!

A shower of sparks flew as the swords clashed. The metallic sound shook the eardrums, and Qing Yu's sword flew out of his hand. Then, a fist, filled with hidden force, struck his chest.

Crack!

A series of bone-breaking sounds echoed as Jiang Qingliu suddenly attacked, his figure flashing, and a thunderous punch, with a hidden current, sent Qing Yu flying.

Puff!

Spitting out three or four mouthfuls of blood, Qing Yu looked at the fat Taoist, his vision blurry, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips. But then, the two looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"You're stupid!"

"You're the one who's stupid!"

"We're all stupid!"

Jiang Qingliu and the others looked at the scene with mocking expressions. Zhao Qinghu said coldly, "Now you realize how foolish you are, but it's too late."

"Everything is your own fault, and you have no one to blame but yourselves!"

Huang Qingli sheathed his sword, standing proudly. He was quite pleased with himself, as his display of "One Qi Transforms into Three Purities" had made Jiang Qingliu and the others somewhat wary.

"Ha ha ha, cough! cough!" The fat Taoist Qing Ye laughed, even as blood continued to trickle from the corners of his mouth, and he coughed uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face. He raised an arm and waved it at the three, sneering, "You know nothing! Three dogs! Don't talk to summer insects about ice!"

Jiang Qingliu and the others looked displeased. Zhao Qinghu's face darkened, his freckles wrinkling. He clenched his fist and walked toward the two, his eyes flashing with cold light. "I was going to let you go, but now I'll have to knock out all your teeth to teach you a lesson about the consequences of your loose tongues!"

Whoosh!

In the next moment, Zhao Qinghu lunged forward, appearing in front of the two. He swung both fists, ready to shatter their teeth.

"Be careful!"

Suddenly, Jiang Qingliu and Huang Qingli shouted in unison. Zhao Qinghu felt a blur in front of him, and a somewhat ragged figure appeared in front of the two.

A strong, powerful hand pressed on his arm, and the Tai Chi circle, with water and wind flowing, was formed.

A breeze suddenly arose under the ancient osmanthus tree, but upon closer inspection, it was confined to the area around Zhao Qinghu. The leaves danced, forming a perfect Tai Chi diagram in an instant.

"Wind and Water Flow! Mastered to perfection!"

In an instant, Jiang Qingliu and the others, who were about to attack, stopped in their tracks, their faces showing shock. They felt an invisible field enveloping Zhao Qinghu, giving them a sense of immense danger. (Please give me recommendations, please give me recommendations, please add to your favorites, please add to your favorites, la la la la la!)