Chapter 51

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Su Qinnian closed his eyes.

In the desolate graveyard, with ghostly lights flickering, he stood amidst the dense bones, his demeanor calm, standing out starkly.

Waiting for death?

Old Hu and others sighed inwardly. The few martial artists finally slumped to the ground, never before had they felt death so close.

Buzz!

But in just an instant, Su Qinnian suddenly opened his eyes, two dazzling golden rays shot out, like the rising sun at dawn, dispelling the darkness, the clear air rose, and the turbid air sank.

A finger lifted, behind Su Qinnian, the air trembled, and a realistic neighing sound echoed. A fiery red horse with long mane and bowl-like hooves descended into the world.

"Blood-sweating Arabian!" The black-robed youth's gaze trembled.

Then, everyone saw Su Qinnian's finger suddenly become crystal-clear and blood-red, a condensation of his vital energy. The finger seemed carved from fire jade, emitting a scorching, righteous, and radiant aura.

As soon as this aura appeared, the entire graveyard shook. Around Su Qinnian, the dozen or so little boys screamed in panic.

"Yunnan Dao Dali Prefecture, Duan Family's One Yang Finger, no!"

The demon roared in anger, but Su Qinnian's finger had already struck down. With the movement of his arm, it created a dozen afterimages, and a dozen or so crimson, crystal-clear blood auras shot out like arrows.

At this moment, in the eyes of the black-robed youth and the demon boy, it seemed as if the sun had risen above the horizon, dispelling the darkness and filth of the night, leaving no trace of darkness or yin energy. The sunlight shone brightly, filling the world with vibrant life.

"True Intent!"

The demon boy managed to utter only two words before the dozen blood auras sliced through the air, piercing through each of the boys. When it finally struck the third boy from the east, a loud explosion echoed, and a real figure was sent flying. The entire graveyard collapsed, the sky brightened, and a full moon rose, its cold moonlight bringing a sense of vitality to Old Hu and the others.

"Child!"

At this moment, the young couple rushed forward, holding the boy in their arms. The boy was now breathing faintly, but his sharp nails had returned to normal, and his previously dark lips had regained some color. It was clear that the demonic aura and spirit that had possessed him had been completely dispelled by Su Qinnian's finger.

With a slightly pale face, Su Qinnian stood firm. Exerting this finger had consumed a great deal of his energy, not just his vital energy, but also his spirit. Using such a method to injure an enemy had drained nearly half of his energy, and the second level of the "Mihun Dafa" mental power had also been consumed by more than half when it merged with the golden sun in his divine court.

At this moment, Su Qinnian noticed that the golden sun in his divine court had vanished. He had a sudden enlightenment about the intricacies of the "Xunyang Finger" technique, and a vast power seemed to be imprinted in his spirit.

"The demon said it was True Intent? According to legends, second-rate Dragon and Tiger Realm martial artists begin to comprehend the True Intent of martial arts, emulating nature and aligning with the will of heaven, cultivating their own martial momentum. But I have already grasped the True Intent of this 'Xunyang Finger' technique. Could it be that..."

"True Intent Seed!"

Su Qinnian took a deep breath. In both the Daoist scriptures and various Buddhist and Confucian texts, there are records. According to legends, True Intent Seeds are the inheritance seeds that can only be condensed by creators of second-rate or higher martial arts. Without a True Intent Seed, martial artists must rely on their own comprehension to grasp the True Intent, which is no less arduous than retracing the steps of their predecessors. With a True Intent Seed, however, the creator's spiritual comprehension is integrated, and as long as the martial artist can touch the threshold of the technique, they can merge with the True Intent Seed and initially grasp the martial art's essence.

At this moment, Su Qinnian thought of the woman in the light yellow dress, beautiful beyond the mundane, a member of the Duan family from Dali, Yunnan. He suddenly felt that even if it was a fortuitous encounter, according to the Buddhist concept of reincarnation, the karmic connection was quite significant.

How rare are True Intent Seeds? Even on Qingyang Peak, in the broken Qingyang Pavilion five hundred years ago, only one True Intent Seed of the "Qingguang Sword Technique" remained, which was taken by Jin Suo Peak.

A True Intent Seed can be inherited at most three times.

"Is the demon dead?" Mao Jiu asked, with a sense of joy after surviving a crisis.

But he soon realized something was wrong, as Su Qinnian's body was still tense, and one hand was raised, resting on the hilt of his sword.

"You use the Duan Family's One Yang Finger technique, you must be a Duan Family descendant!"

In the disordered room, the沧桑 (weathered) middle-aged voice spoke again, now filled with intense wariness.

Huh?

The black-robed youth and others exchanged glances. How could a Duan Family descendant from Dali, Yunnan, be in Shiyan Prefecture? But considering Su Qinnian's age and martial arts prowess, it was likely that only a top-tier lineage could produce such an outstanding individual.

"But it's a pity. You haven't yet established your foundation. If you had, even at the initial Third-Rate Kai Tian Realm, with your grasp of this finger technique's True Intent, this demon would have fled. Now, there's no such opportunity... wait..."

A cold chill filled the room, even more intense than before, indicating that the demon's true form was now present.

The demon's voice abruptly stopped, and Su Qinnian's mental power shifted, focusing on a corner. A few moments later, the black-robed youth and others also sensed something amiss. Footsteps sounded, accompanied by a faint, intoxicating aroma.

"Drinking the monk's wine, sleep soundly without a headache! Drinking the monk's wine! The Buddha of Ling Mountain does not live long! Drinking the monk's wine, step onto the ninth floor in one stride! Ninth floor! Reaching the other shore without looking back! Not looking back, setting the seasons under the Bodhi tree..."

Then, a young monk in a white robe, with clear features and a rosy complexion, appeared, holding a bamboo staff and wearing straw sandals, staggering toward the group.

"This is..."

Mao Jiu and the other martial artists were dumbfounded. How could they encounter so many strange young people today? The strangeness of this day far exceeded the dangers they had faced in the past decade.

A master!

Perhaps others didn't notice, but Su Qinnian's mental power was incredibly sharp. He immediately recognized that this young monk, not much older than himself, was definitely a martial arts master.

At this moment, he held the hilt of his sword, his sharp aura was building, but when he looked at the young monk, he saw nothing but vulnerabilities. However, these vulnerabilities, when combined, gave him a sense of immense danger. If he truly attacked, he would likely not fare well.

Suddenly, Su Qinnian's gaze changed. He looked at the room, where the cold demonic aura receded like a tide.

"Don't go, come and drink with the monk."

Without any warning, the young monk suddenly moved, still appearing drunk, but as soon as he acted, a vast and solemn aura rose, accompanied by the sound of chanting, resonating deep within everyone's hearts.

Golden Buddha light shone like a brilliant sun, faintly revealing the Western Paradise of Ling Mountain, the Great Thunderclap Temple, and a Vajra with an angry expression, extending a massive hand that seemed to grasp the universe, descending in an instant.

"Great Vajra Palm!"

In the void, the demon's voice echoed, filled with shock, anger, and a terrified rasp.

Boom!

A loud explosion shook the ground. This time, it was not an illusion but a real display of power. A fierce wind swept through, and Su Qinnian also retreated. His mental power was sharp, piercing through the dust, and he saw a shocking scene.

Where the room had been, only ruins remained, with a palm print nearly seven or eight zhang wide, the coarse palm lines clearly visible.

The power of a single palm, so majestic!

"Great Vajra Palm! One of the 108 supreme techniques of Shaolin!"

Su Qinnian's eyes flashed with a sharp light. This was a Shaolin disciple!

When the dust settled, even the black-robed youth's pupils contracted. His face, previously cold and proud, was now filled with shock and intense focus, staring intently at the young monk who appeared so casual and carefree. (Midday update, please support with recommendations, new readers, please add to your collection, I humbly thank you.)