Chapter 91

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With the strength of a single汗血宝马 (sweat-blooded precious horse)!

This is the full power of the seventh level of Huashan's *Hunyuan Gong*. Many seasoned travelers, mostly past their forties, sighed in amazement that a young man of just seventeen or eighteen had already achieved the skill to open his dantian and cultivate internal energy.

Poverty for scholars, wealth for martial artists—this is the fundamental difference between martial arts sects, families, and ordinary wandering travelers.

"Not good! Is this young man scared stiff? Why isn't he retaliating?"

"If this palm strikes true, even a few inches thick stone slab would shatter."

Soon, some of the travelers whispered. In their line of sight, the somewhat arrogant young man stood there calmly, motionless, seemingly oblivious to the powerful palm strike from Huashan's Lin Ming, which could split stones and crush boulders, as if he were in a daze.

Only a few people, and some experts and veterans from sects and families, frowned slightly, their eyes brightening. The young man's demeanor was too composed, like an old turtle that had been dormant for years, unmoved by the harsh cold, scorching heat, or the cutting winds and snow.

The wind rushed to his face, and one could see Lin Ming's cold, stern gaze. His large hand fell mercilessly, striking solidly on Su Qignian's shoulder.

Puff!

A faint sound, unexpectedly weak, almost inaudible. In that instant, many martial artists and sect experts' eyes flashed with insight, guessing something.

Gu Xuantong frowned, seemingly surprised, while a few other Huashan disciples, with their keen eyesight, shouted, "Junior Brother, be careful! This is the fourth move of Wudang's Turtle and Snake Fist, *Panfeng Zuoshui*, which excels at yin-yang rotation and neutralizing force!"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Lin Ming's mouth. His palm strike was in vain, but his expression remained unchanged, as if he had anticipated everything.

"Neutralizing force? We'll see if you can withstand the power of Huashan's *Hunyuan Gong*!"

Boom!

In the next moment, Lin Ming let out a long whistle, his qi and blood surging, his cultivation reaching its peak. His qi and blood surged like a drumbeat, and a blood-red, crystalline qi field appeared, covering an area of several feet, pulling Su Qignian into it.

Crack!

Within the blood qi field, some stones shattered into fragments. This was pure physical strength, the condensed power of Huashan's *Hunyuan Gong*, which left many young people on the training journey awestruck. However, the young man remained motionless.

Not only motionless, but within the blood qi field of Huashan's *Hunyuan Gong*, Su Qignian's clothes fluttered slightly, and he said calmly, "Is this all the strength you have?"

Is this all the strength you have?

Nine words, like nine gusts of wind, cutting harshly into Lin Ming's face. His eyes widened in anger, finally losing his composure. He let out a long whistle and struck repeatedly, circling around Su Qignian, his feet stepping on the *Hunyuan Pile*, stirring the air like ripples in an ancient well, distorting everyone's vision.

"Hunyuan Heavenly Drum! Giant Spirit Suppressing Mountain! Nine Heavens如意 (Ruyi)! Vast Sea Barrier!"

He struck four palms in succession, the palm winds intertwining, forming chaotic air currents that engulfed Su Qignian.

Within the three-foot blood qi field, it was hard to see anything clearly, with palm winds and distorted air everywhere. But many experts from sects and families could still see that Su Qignian remained motionless, standing calmly like a pillar, his clothes not even stirred.

This was no small feat. The seventh level of Huashan's *Hunyuan Gong* was as powerful as a single汗血宝马 (sweat-blooded precious horse), and Lin Ming's *Hunyuan Palm* was fierce and condensed, with pure power. He had mastered four levels of martial arts, reaching the third level.

Such a few palms, even if one had not yet established a foundation, would be impossible to withstand so calmly. Even a third-rate expert who had just established a foundation would likely have their nascent internal energy disrupted and injured.

"Penetrating the essence."

Suddenly, Gu Xuantong spoke. His gaze, no longer gentle, became as calm as water. But some familiar Huashan disciples knew that this elder, who had long been respected in the martial world, was displeased, but for the sake of the sect's dignity, he did not easily show it.

Even so, those four words were like a thunderclap, echoing in everyone's ears.

Not far away, an elder from the Dianjia family of the One-Word Lightning Sword frowned and hesitated, "Wudang's Turtle and Snake Fist, has it reached the level of penetrating the essence?"

Many people were speechless. Wudang's Turtle and Snake Fist, based on the harmonious principles of Wudang Tai Chi, was easy to learn but difficult to master, involving the Daoist mysteries of yin-yang changes and the rotation of Tai Chi and feng shui. But how old was Su Qignian? He had probably been practicing martial arts for no more than a year.

Bang!

Before anyone could think deeply, the blood qi field surrounding Su Qignian collapsed, the palm winds shattering into a chaotic wind that scattered in all directions. Among them, Huashan's Lin Ming flew out like a scarecrow, landing several dozen feet away, face down in a puddle of mud.

Hiss!

At that moment, many wandering travelers couldn't help but draw a sharp breath. Even the few protectors and elders of a first-rate sect like Sifang Dao couldn't help but look sideways. They carefully examined Su Qignian from head to toe, sensing something unusual from his penetrating gaze, but they never expected his martial arts to have reached such a level.

In fact, although they couldn't clearly see Su Qignian's foundation-building cultivation, they were certain that this young man had not yet established a foundation, had not opened his dantian, and had not cultivated internal energy.

Lin Ming, a Huashan disciple, was not weak, and Huashan's *Hunyuan Gong* and *Hunyuan Palm* were not just empty names. This only highlighted the young man's profound martial arts and deep understanding. If he had rescued several martial artists from the burial pits earlier, it now seemed that it was not just a rumor.

"Damn brat!"

At that moment, the mud splattered, and Lin Ming, who had lost his composure, was covered in dirt, his face black. Just as he was about to strike again, his entire body went numb and he collapsed, his qi and blood scattered, making it impossible to gather again for a while.

"Come back!"

Gu Xuantong spoke, his voice unusually calm, but it made Lin Ming's entire body tremble, extinguishing his anger. He returned to the group of Huashan disciples, his face full of shame, wishing he could disappear, his eyes shooting cold glares at Su Qignian.

"Young man, you are quite impressive. The Qingyang Peak lineage having a successor like you, I look forward to it."

The deadly sword immortal only glanced at Su Qignian and then turned and walked away, saying no more.

"Elder!" A Huashan disciple spoke, clearly unwilling.

"Let's go."

At this point, the Huashan elder's voice was almost devoid of emotion, but no one dared to say another word. They followed him silently to visit and greet the other sects and families.

Taking a deep breath, Su Qignian's gaze was heavy. He vaguely sensed the elder's intentions, the various martial world tactics, and especially that last glance, which, though seemingly calm, almost broke through his mental defenses, leaving him almost completely drained.

Why did he stop? Su Qignian was puzzled.

"The True Wu of Wudang's Tianzhu Peak has arrived!"

At that moment, someone shouted, and the entire area trembled. This was the first arrival of a martial world titan, a top-tier figure.

Buzz!

A vast wave of energy instantly swept through heaven and earth. It was a warm, spring-like breeze that tore apart any evil, impure, bloody, or decaying aura it encountered.

The demonic fog above the sky was pierced, revealing a hole several miles wide. The winter sun was soft and radiant, enveloping the entire Blood Shackles Mountain.

Sizzle!

A thick, black-red smoke, like a raging fire, rose from the mountain, the accumulated blood of countless years being purified by the warm, spring-like force.

The blood smoke, covering several miles, rose into the sky and was extinguished by the sunlight, turning into sparkling raindrops that fell, warming the bodies of the martial world travelers, filling them with qi and blood, and restoring their previous exhaustion.

For Su Qignian, his nearly depleted mental energy was rapidly replenished, recovering more than two-tenths in a single breath. (Evening update, please give recommendations and new readers, please follow. A grand drama is about to unfold, hahaha.)