Ask Wudang Chapter 063

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Seeing the Persian Ming Cult members acting so shamelessly, Zhang Wuji was instantly enraged and cursed, “How can the dignified Persian Ming Cult not even abide by the rules of a martial arts contest? It’s truly laughable.” Then he added, “Eighth Uncle, I’ll help you.”

As soon as he spoke, he was about to leap into the fray.

Ye Qingfeng said, “Wuji, don’t meddle in other people’s business. Just watch from the side.”

He alone faced the eighteen top experts of the Persian Ming Cult, yet still had leisure to respond to Zhang Wuji. This level of cultivation was truly terrifying.

“Whoosh whoosh whoosh…”

His figure flickered continuously, and the True Martial Sword in his hand became faster and faster with each strike. When the sword momentum was agile, it was like a nimble snake emerging from its hole. When the sword momentum was heavy, it was like Mount Tai pressing down. The agile and heavy sword momenta coexisted, giving rise to even more miraculous changes. Sword qi, sword momentum, and sword intent combined into one, guided by profound internal energy, forming two illusory figures: a snake and a tortoise.

The agile snake and the heavy profound tortoise, combined, formed the image of Xuanwu.

At this moment, Ye Qingfeng’s sword intent seemed to have been sublimated. The sword net composed of infinite sword qi, as if weighing ten thousand jun, directly enveloped the Six Great Saintesses and the Twelve Baoshu Kings, completely trapping them.

“Mercy!”

Although his subordinates’ unauthorized actions greatly angered Assassin, they were, after all, trying to help him. At this moment, seeing his subordinates trapped in Ye Qingfeng’s sword net, with their lives hanging by a thread, how could he remain indifferent? After a soft shout, he directly circulated his internal energy, raised his whole body’s internal energy, one hand radiating ice, the other heat, and directly flashed towards Ye Qingfeng.

Ye Qingfeng naturally noticed Assassin’s flash attack, but he had no intention of showing mercy. His right hand continued to weave the sword net, while his left hand suddenly lifted, his little finger rapidly pointing out, aiming directly at Assassin’s mid-section. It was precisely a Shaoze Sword.

Originally, he and Assassin were engaged in a fair martial arts contest, and he greatly admired Assassin’s talent and ability, even feeling a sense of mutual appreciation. However, these Six Great Saintesses and Twelve Baoshu Kings had to break the rules, so he couldn’t be blamed.

In an instant, only a “chi” sound was heard, and Assassin’s left shoulder was already struck by the sword. Even with his Glazed True Qi protecting his body, he still couldn’t block the erosion of the Six Meridians Divine Sword, and his skin immediately split open, bleeding profusely. However, he completely disregarded his injury and continued to flash forward, determined to force Ye Qingfeng to stop and disrupt his sword net rhythm. It turned out that Assassin could have dodged Ye Qingfeng’s Shaoze Sword just now. The reason he didn’t dodge was that he wanted to exchange injury for injury to save the Six Great Saintesses and the Twelve Baoshu Kings.

“He’s truly a ruthless man!”

Seeing Assassin disregard his injury to rescue his subordinates, Ye Qingfeng couldn’t help but praise him in his heart. After a word of praise, he immediately swayed his body, retreated two steps, and at the same time, sheathed his sword. Then, with both palms, he drew two semicircles, meeting Assassin’s palm strikes.

“Pop!”

As their four palms met, Ye Qingfeng’s body swayed slightly, and he retreated two steps, then stabilized himself.

Assassin stepped forward two steps, intending to achieve complete success in one go. Unexpectedly, as soon as his ice and fire internal energy came into contact with Ye Qingfeng’s palm, it was like a clay ox entering the sea, instantly disappearing. At the same time, a powerful suction force emerged from Ye Qingfeng’s palm, continuously pulling and devouring the internal energy within his body. This abnormality was unprecedented, immediately causing him to turn pale with fright.

“This… what kind of martial art is this?”

“All rivers run into the sea, which is tolerant to great extent; this art is the North Profound Divine Art!”

Ye Qingfeng’s two steps back just now did not mean his cultivation was inferior to Assassin’s; on the contrary, his cultivation was superior to Assassin’s. The reason he retreated two steps was to buffer Assassin’s palm force and prepare to unleash the North Profound Divine Art.

The North Profound Divine Art has only one drawback: it cannot absorb the cultivation of an opponent stronger than oneself, otherwise one’s own cultivation will flow back into the opponent’s body. With Ye Qingfeng’s current cultivation, only his master Zhang Sanfeng could surpass him in this era, so the drawback of the North Profound Divine Art was not a drawback for him at all. Moreover, Ye Qingfeng had already cultivated the North Profound Divine Art to the Grand Completion realm, and absorbing cultivation from a distance was also not a problem. At this moment, with his palm against Assassin’s, the suction force was even stronger, and Assassin simply couldn’t break free.

In just a few breaths, Assassin had two-tenths of his cultivation absorbed.

“Holy Lord!”

Seeing Assassin in trouble, the Six Great Saintesses cried out in alarm and then flew over together, one after another, pressing against Assassin’s back. However, once they touched Assassin, they could no longer break free. They had thought that Assassin was competing in internal energy with Ye Qingfeng and wanted to lend him a hand, but they never expected this result.

“Charge together!”

The Twelve Baoshu Kings, not understanding what was happening, also flew over, one after another, all linked together in a chain.

“Ahhh, my cultivation…”

“What kind of martial art is this?”

“No, don’t absorb my cultivation.”

For a time, the Twelve Baoshu Kings wailed incessantly, filled with extreme regret, but it was all too late.

In fact, Ye Qingfeng had not intended to use the North Profound Divine Art. The reason he still used it was to deter Assassin. He had originally planned to just absorb two or three tenths, so that Assassin would admit defeat. He never expected that the Six Great Saintesses and the Twelve Baoshu Kings would still revert to their old habits, delivering themselves one after another. He couldn’t be blamed for this.

As the saying goes, “If Heaven bestows, but one does not take, one will suffer for it.”

The cultivation of the nineteen top experts of the Persian Ming Cult—what an astonishing fortune that was!

After the time it takes to eat a meal, over eighty percent of the nineteen people’s cultivation had been absorbed. Ye Qingfeng ultimately did not feel the urge to kill, and immediately, with a shift in his internal energy, he stopped absorbing. As soon as the suction ceased, the nineteen people immediately collapsed to the ground, their faces pale, weak and powerless, as if they had aged more than a decade in an instant. At this moment, their gazes towards Ye Qingfeng were as if they had seen something terrifying.

Suddenly absorbing so much cultivation, Ye Qingfeng inevitably felt a little uncomfortable and needed to guide his qi back to emptiness.

“Wuji, go collect those twelve Sacred Fire Tokens.”

After instructing Zhang Wuji, he sat down cross-legged on the spot, circulating his internal energy to guide his qi back to emptiness.

“Oh.”

The stunned Zhang Wuji finally came to his senses, responded, and quickly complied.

As Ye Qingfeng continuously circulated his internal energy, the vast amount of absorbed cultivation continuously transformed into North Profound True Qi. Every bit transformed was stored, all accumulated within the Dantian Qi Sea. It took a full incense stick’s worth of time for him to complete the transformation of all the cultivation.

Once these cultivations were transformed, they were stored within the Dantian Qi Sea.

And Ye Qingfeng’s self-cultivated internal energy was stored within his lower Dantian.

Under the harmonization of the Grand Ultimate Divine Art, the two were clearly distinct and did not conflict.

It is worth mentioning that this single absorption and transformation yielded cultivation comparable to Ye Qingfeng’s years of arduous practice, and even surpassed it. Feeling this, Ye Qingfeng couldn’t help but exclaim that the North Profound Divine Art was indeed the strongest cheat.

That Assassin was truly impressive; during the interval when Ye Qingfeng was guiding his qi back to emptiness, he actually recovered some of his vitality. Seeing Ye Qingfeng finish his meditation, he immediately spoke, “Your Excellency’s martial arts attainment is truly beyond my reach. It’s laughable that I, content in the Western Regions, still called myself the Son of God. I was truly a frog in a well, making a fool of myself. In today’s battle, I am utterly convinced of my defeat.”

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