Chapter 53

Zhuang Wudao felt his breath stifled, struggling to continue. His entire body felt as if it were about to burst into flames, yet there were still over four hundred crimson butterflies swirling around him, dancing incessantly.

Is this what spiritual technique and divine power are? I have truly experienced it. Though not as grand as Beiting Wan'er's Hundred Cuts and Thousand Edges, it is even more entangling and impossible to resist!

Zhuang Wudao knew that if just three or fifty fire butterflies landed on him, he would surely be engulfed in flames and die. Yet he was utterly helpless, with no plan of action!

If he had the Magnetic Yuan Gang Body, he might have been able to resist. But at this moment, Zhuang Wudao could not recall any method or any boxing technique that could help him escape this predicament!

Am I really going to die here?

He wanted to seek help from the sword spirit, but the usual 'Yun'er' who always helped him turn danger into safety seemed to be non-existent. There was no sound of her in his mind, and even the burning sensation on his back was gone.

The temperature around him grew increasingly scorching. The clothes inside his armor began to ignite one by one.

Zhuang Wudao forced himself to suppress the fear and anxiety surging in his chest, maintaining the last bit of calm and composure.

The blood and qi within his body surged and surged, more turbulent and fierce than ever!

A powerful and intense resolve suddenly arose in his heart—how could he die when the person who wronged him was still alive, unscathed, and living freely in the world?

The initial reason for his martial arts training, the determination that led him to steal and kill to embark on the path of cultivation, had never been forgotten for a single day in the past dozen years. He would always remember it for life!

He wanted that person to regret his actions, to bow and apologize at his mother's grave, so that she could finally rest in peace, free from resentment.

How could he die at the hands of this person before achieving his goal?

Resentment and anger filled his heart. Suddenly, his left rib cage exploded, drawing almost all the blood and qi from his body to that spot. It pulsed like another heart had formed.

Zhuang Wudao's mind seemed to shatter, a loud boom echoing in his head. Countless memories flooded out, making it hard for him to control himself.

There were scenes of him practicing martial arts and boxing, the image of his mother's death, the images of street battles, and his insights into boxing techniques over the years. They flashed through his mind like a carousel, almost overwhelming his spirit.

Until Yun'er's cold voice rang out again: "Sword Master, be cautious! Once a mystic technique is formed, it cannot be easily changed. After the spirit acupoint opens, there is also a risk of destruction. Choose wisely, Sword Master."

Reminded by this voice, Zhuang Wudao's scattered thoughts quickly converged, and he instantly understood. His spirit acupoint had opened! The pseudo-spirit acupoint that he had been unable to open for many days while practicing the Sword Cultivation Technique was finally forced open today.

This meant that his mystic technique was about to be formed—

All杂念 were instantly dispelled, and useless memories faded away. In Zhuang Wudao's mind, only the external techniques of the Dragon Subduing and Tiger Taming, the Six Harmonies and Intention, the Great Boulder Hand, and the Bull Demon Yuan Body remained.

They flashed through his mind, either forming individually or merging into one.

Zhuang Wudao's eyes were hazy, unable to decide. It wasn't until he saw Mr. Mo, who was pinching the Dao seal and pale-faced, through the swirling fire butterflies that his eyes gradually cleared, revealing a determined look.

In his mind, a seemingly simple yet profound boxing stance was gradually forming, revealing a dozen or so subsequent changes.

In the pseudo-spirit acupoint below his left rib, a drop of light golden essence blood gradually condensed, and a thread of independent cultivator's 'true essence' was born. The way it circulated in the acupoint perfectly matched the boxing stance in his mind, as if they were born together, inseparable from his blood and spirit.

"Is this what is meant by the integration of life and blood, the cultivation of spirit and will?"

The mystic technique he was forming not only had the unique 'qi core' within the pseudo-spirit acupoint, which no longer required the mobilization of internal qi to activate, but had also been integrated into his blood and spirit.

So it is! When the fist moves, the will follows, integrating one's spirit, will, and blood power into the boxing technique and mystic technique.

How could such a mystic technique not be powerful? It has a divine might three to five times greater than ordinary boxing techniques and Dao techniques?

As the qi in his body gradually stabilized, Zhuang Wudao's agitated and complex mind quickly calmed down. The iron armor on his body had turned a deep red, almost melting into molten lava. The silver-threaded inner armor had lost all its luster, and dozens of fire butterflies were about to touch him.

Zhuang Wudao paid no attention, silently reflecting on everything he had just experienced. Within ten meters of his body, all the dust rose without any wind.

"Hmm?"

On the white eagle in the sky, Beiting Wan'er, who was about to leap off the eagle's back, suddenly stopped. She looked down at the figure surrounded by countless crimson butterflies, her eyes filled with surprise and joy, a complex expression on her face.

She had thought Zhuang Wudao was doomed to die. But now, the outcome of this battle seemed to be changing.

This change left even her speechless.

"Is this the qi change of a pseudo-mystic technique? He has even opened a pseudo-spirit acupoint. I wonder what kind of mystic technique it is? After the first level of Dragon Subduing and Tiger Taming, the most common mystic technique is 'Dragon and Tiger Joint Attack,' followed by 'Dragon Coiling and Tiger Crouching,' both of which are powerful and dominant."

Beiting Wan'er shook her head, unable to determine. Zhuang Wudao had displayed three top-notch techniques today, and while the Dragon Subduing and Tiger Taming was good, it was not particularly noteworthy in comparison.

Using top-notch external techniques to form a pseudo-mystic technique is indeed a pity and has a high risk of failure, but it is still a choice.

A look of satisfaction appeared in her eyes as she glanced at the Wangyun Pavilion. This battle was already decided.

The power of 'Dragon Coiling and Tiger Crouching' was slightly weaker, but it was more than enough to counter the nearly depleted fire butterfly technique.

The carefully planned ambush by the Gu Yue family ended in such a way, which surprised her. She also felt that Gu Yue Ming was truly pitiful, encountering such an extraordinary person.

The displeasure she felt after losing a game was completely gone. She rode the eagle and let out a series of silver bell-like laughs, feeling extremely satisfied.

Inside the Wangyun Pavilion, Gu Yue Ming closed his eyes with a heavy and bitter expression.

Beside him, Shen Quan clenched his fists tightly, the sound of his knuckles cracking. The smile on his face had not yet completely faded.

"Mystic technique!"

Shen Quan almost spat out these words through his teeth, filled with rage.

Shen Quan recognized the qi change of the pseudo-mystic technique. He could imagine that if this matter became public, he and the Gu Yue family would not only face a fierce counterattack from the Beiting family but also become a laughingstock in Yuecheng.

The ambush failed, and his subordinates were all killed by Zhuang Wudao. Even his own trusted men could not be saved, losing all face.

The only thought left in his mind was that pseudo-mystic techniques also have different levels. Zhuang Wudao's newly formed mystic technique might not be a match for Mr. Mo, who had been practicing for many years. Even if it failed to form, the spirit acupoint might be abandoned.

Gu Yue Ming opened his eyes again, his gaze clear. The battle today was already a defeat, but he wanted to see what kind of mystic technique Zhuang Wudao had formed.

In the alley, Mr. Mo narrowed his eyes, all traces of disdain and cold sneer gone.

The situation was wrong!

He had personally experienced the opening of a pseudo-spirit acupoint. He was very familiar with the qi changes in Zhuang Wudao's body.

Twenty years ago, he had opened his pseudo-spirit acupoint in the midst of battle, which brought him glory but also made it impossible for him to make any further progress in cultivation!

Was Zhuang Wudao about to take this step?

Mr. Mo's eyes, which were usually murky, now glowed with a red light, filled with both fear and jealousy. This young man's blood and qi were boiling, and his foundation was solid, far surpassing what he had been at that time.

With a cold laugh, Mr. Mo's left little finger suddenly exploded. A ball of essence blood burst out, causing the hundreds of crimson fire butterflies to accelerate and attack Zhuang Wudao.

Without hesitation, Mr. Mo retreated backward. Regardless of what kind of pseudo-mystic technique Zhuang Wudao formed, he did not intend to continue the fight. He was a guest of Shen Quan, not a dead loyalist of the Leilong Gang. Why should he risk his life for Shen Quan and the Gu Yue family?

However, after retreating a few steps, Mr. Mo felt a powerful qi force forcibly restraining his limbs and body, making it impossible for him to move.

From the distant red fire cloud, a pair of eyes, fierce like a wild beast, coldly stared at him.

Though he could not see, he could feel that dozens or even hundreds of qi forces were piercing through the air from a hundred meters away!

Among them, there was magnetic yuan, not only subtly controlling his body but also forcibly pulling him toward the fire cloud.

Even if Mr. Mo struggled with all his might, he was powerless. He could only watch as he was lifted into the air and dragged back.

Is this the pseudo-mystic technique formed by Zhuang Wudao? What kind of technique can draw a qi practitioner from a hundred meters away and make them unable to resist?

Suddenly, Mr. Mo seemed to realize something, his eyes wide with shock, his pupils losing focus.

"Dragon Seizing Force! How can it be the Dragon Seizing Force?"

On the white eagle, Beiting Wan'er was also stunned, almost losing her balance and falling off the crane's back.

It's actually the Dragon Seizing Force? How could the pseudo-mystic technique formed by Zhuang Wudao be the Dragon Seizing Force?

On the Wangyun Pavilion, Shen Quan's face was as pale as paper.

"Dragon Seizing Hand, I remember this