Chapter 59 The Three Sects of the Dynasty, the Mysterious Yin Technique

Yang Jueding noticed that Li Yang was at the end of his rope. He calculated the time, and with that Disciple’s speed, he should have already reached the School.

He immediately turned and charged towards Li Yang. The already injured Second Alliance Master and Zhang Songjing attacked again, causing a fierce glint to flash in his eyes.

“You’re truly seeking death!”

Yang Jueding struck with full force, unleashing the Nine Heavens Divine Palm. His inner Qi surged like a flood, and with a single palm strike, he sent Second Alliance Master and Zhang Songjing flying back, spitting blood.

He used a subtle footwork technique, quickly arriving beside Li Yang. He grabbed the back of Li Yang’s collar with one hand, lifting him as he ran towards the Qingxiao Sect, continuously striking with his other hand, sending away every obstructors who tried to stop him.

Second Alliance Master crashed onto the snowy ground, unable to stop another gush of blood from spurting from his mouth. He turned his head, his gaze towards Yang Jueding filled with horror.

“This guy…”

He couldn’t comprehend Yang Jueding’s strength. Years ago, when Yang Jueding went to the Seven Peaks Alliance, his strength was still mediocre, but now he could easily gravely injure him.

Is the martial arts myth’s divine art truly that powerful?

Yang Jueding, carrying Li Yang, quickly broke through the encirclement. Experts from the three Schools immediately gave chase, and the Schools watching the spectacle hesitated for a moment before joining the pursuit.

After a bitter struggle, Yang Jueding’s Origin Qi was almost completely depleted. He had used his remaining Origin Qi for that palm strike against Second Alliance Master and the other, otherwise it would have been difficult to gravely injure them.

However, the Qing Cult, Iron Peak, and Seven Peaks Alliance still had other experts. One after another, first-rate experts quickly rushed to his sides, continuously attacking him.

Yang Jueding bent down while running, dodging a crude whip kick. He then leaped up, jumping over a horizontally slashing broadsword. He took the opportunity to raise his palm, striking the chest of the person wielding the saber, knocking him to his knees, spitting blood, and sliding backward.

Carried by Yang Jueding, Li Yang did not feel relieved. Instead, he felt immense humiliation, his body tensed.

Bang!

Yang Jueding felt a heavy kick to his back, causing him to stumble and lose balance, rolling forward. Li Yang was thrown around, disoriented.

After rolling a few times, Yang Jueding used his palm as a pivot point to support his body, simultaneously turning to face backward.

He focused his gaze. The attacker was none other than the Qing Cult’s Branch Master, Duan Tu.

Although Duan Tu was short, his figure at this moment appeared imposing, like a God of Killing on the snowy ground, exuding a malevolent Aura.

Many years ago, Yang Jueding had fought Duan Tu and suffered a considerable loss. Seeing Duan Tu actually block him, he narrowed his eyes, a murderous intent flashing within them.

Duan Tu lunged at Yang Jueding again. Not just him, but also a dozen or so experts from major Schools swarmed him. If it were a one-on-one fight, Yang Jueding could easily kill them, but now Yang Jueding’s Origin Qi was exhausted and his strength was insufficient, forcing him to dodge.

Li Yang’s vision had just cleared when a saber was placed in front of him. He looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a scar on his face, wearing a dirty, old black robe and a bamboo hat.

His gaze met the other’s, and he was immediately stunned.

Those were incredibly cold eyes. He had never seen such a gaze before, as if they had killed countless people, and his heart had been honed to be devoid of emotion.

“You…” Li Yang subconsciously wanted to ask, but he saw the middle-aged man holding the saber turn his head. He instinctively followed the man’s gaze, then his eyes widened.

He saw someone riding a horse, and it was his cousin, Zhao Linglong.

Someone tried to stop Zhao Linglong, but she was pushed aside by a brute force Qi, completely unable to block her.

Duan Tu turned his head and immediately rushed forward, intending to block Zhao Linglong just as he had blocked Li Yang earlier. However, as soon as he made a Move, he was shaken back by a powerful Qi from a distance, blood spurting from his body.

Li Yang watched, stunned, doubting his own eyes.

With Zhao Linglong’s forceful intrusion, the experts Siege Yang Jueding had to stop. They surrounded Yang Jueding while vigilantly looking at Zhao Linglong.

Zhao Linglong rode her horse in front of Li Yang and Yang Jueding. With one hand, she reined in her horse, and the spirited horse reared its front hooves, neighing. On horseback, her green robes fluttered, revealing an Aura of a strong person, completely different from her usually frail self.

Zhao Linglong’s eyes were as cold as the middle-aged man holding the saber, containing a powerful sense of oppression.

As the spirited horse lowered its front hooves, she stared at the middle-aged man with the saber and said, “Blood Severing Saber, Dian Ming, you’ve been retired from the Martial Forest for over ten years. Why are you getting involved in the Martial Forest affairs of Guzhou Prefecture?”

Her voice was soft and beautiful, but at this moment it carried a murderous intent. Her voice traveled far, reaching Yang Jueding and the others.

“Blood Severing Saber Dian Ming… the number one Martial Forest expert in Weizhou Prefecture ten years ago…”

A Martial Forest expert from Iron Peak muttered to himself, a look of surprise and doubt in his eyes.

The experts from the Seven Peaks Alliance and Qing Cult also realized something was wrong. They hadn’t invited anyone from Weizhou Prefecture. They looked at each other, communicating with their eyes, and found that no one knew Dian Ming.

Dian Ming held his saber with one hand. His Blood Severing Saber was like a willow leaf, with blood-colored grooves on both sides of the blade. Snowflakes falling on the blade immediately turned into wisps of hot air.

His face was weathered, and the scar on his right cheek was ten centimeters long, hideous and terrifying. His beard was streaked with some white, making him look like an old wolf in its twilight years.

“To have such Cultivation at this age, even with the highest talent, it’s impossible. What is your surname?” Dian Ming stared at Zhao Linglong and asked coldly.

The Gangs that arrived later stopped their steps, watching Zhao Linglong and Dian Ming confront each other from a distance. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Dian Ming was far from simple.

Zhao Linglong did not dismount. She looked down at Dian Ming and said, “Zhao.”

A cold glint flashed in Dian Ming’s eyes. He sneered, “So that’s it. You must be the current inheritor of the Profound Yin Art. You must have at least two hundred years of Cultivation passed down to you. It seems that old fellow has already kicked the bucket.”

Two hundred years of Cultivation!

Not only were the experts from various Schools shocked, but Li Yang was also stunned. He hadn’t expected his cousin to be so powerful.

No wonder his father insisted he bring Zhao Linglong along when he didn’t want to. It turns out it wasn’t for his cousin to gain experience, but for his cousin to protect him.

Along the way, he always turned danger into safety, which often confused him. He never expected the person who helped him was right beside him.

Zhao Linglong did not look at Li Yang, who was lying on the ground. She stared intently at Dian Ming and asked, “Are you also eyeing the martial arts myth’s divine art?”

Dian Ming grinned hideously and said, “That kind of divine art is even more powerful than your Profound Yin Art.”

He suddenly raised his saber and slashed at Zhao Linglong. This saber strike was as fast as lightning. Li Yang, who prided himself on being able to contend with first-rate experts, couldn’t even keep up with his saber’s speed.

Zhao Linglong’s reaction speed was equally fast. She leaped over the horse’s head like a ghost, landing in front of the spirited horse. She raised her palm and struck, her inner Qi erupting and forming a visible Qi shield to protect her and the spirited horse.

Boom—

Dian Ming actually unleashed three Saber Qi with one saber strike, sweeping past Zhao Linglong’s Qi shield and wreaking havoc behind them. The domineering Saber Qi sliced through the accumulated snow. Four Martial Forest experts, unable to dodge in time, were directly blasted into minced meat, splattering onto the snowy ground, frightening the other Martial Forest experts into scattering and dodging.

Zhao Linglong glanced backward, then charged forward to engage Dian Ming in battle.

Their figures intertwined, their movements so fast that even Yang Jueding found it incredible. In the eyes of others, the two seemed to transform into afterimages, their Moves fierce and impossible to grasp.

Saber Qi and Protective Aura overflowed, causing the accumulated snow beneath their feet to continuously melt. From high above, the pale snowy ground revealed the color of soil, which was rapidly expanding.

Second Alliance Master swayed as he stood up, looking at Zhao Linglong and Dian Ming. His eyes were filled with terror.

How could there be people in the world with such high martial arts Cultivation?

He felt that the mysterious person who invaded the Seven Peaks Alliance that night couldn’t compare to these two.

Bai He, the Vice Cult Master of the Qing Cult, pushed through the crowd like a vengeful spirit. He stared at the battle ahead, his blood-stained face and wide eyes showing that he dared not approach.

“Senior Yang, please take my cousin up the mountain.”

Zhao Linglong’s soft voice sounded. Yang Jueding snapped out of his daze and immediately bypassed the two’s battlefield, came beside Li Yang, helped him up, and fled with him towards the Qingxiao Sect.

The experts from the Qing Cult, Seven Peaks Alliance, and Iron Peak were about to give chase when Zhao Linglong turned and unleashed a palm strike. The palm Qi swept across the ground in front of them, scaring them into stopping.

Such terrifying Cultivation!

Dian Ming did not pursue Li Yang, but focused on fighting Zhao Linglong. The two were evenly matched, neither gaining the upper hand.

Yang Jueding, carrying Li Yang with one hand, ran quickly. He sighed, “Scholar, your cousin is truly amazing. What is the origin of that Profound Yin Art? To be able to pass on two hundred years of Cultivation, it’s truly unheard of.”

Li Yang came back to his senses and said with a wry smile, “I didn’t know she was so powerful either. As for the Profound Yin Art, I have heard of it. It’s the unique skill of the Liyin Cult, one of the three major sects established at the founding of the dynasty. It is said to have a thousand-year history and can transfer one’s Cultivation to others, but once transferred, one must die. I never expected someone could transfer two hundred years of Cultivation…”

Yang Jueding questioned him as he moved forward. His steps grew slower and slower, and he began to feel tired.

After running several miles, Yang Jueding finally saw figures. He looked closely and saw Zhang Yuchun leading a group of Disciples. A joyful expression appeared on his face.

After Cultivating the Hunyuan Scripture, he deeply understood the power of the Hunyuan Scripture’s Nourishing Origin Realm. Zhang Yuchun was an expert at the Nourishing Origin Realm, Second Layer, and since Zhang Yuchun had arrived, Xu Ning was probably also close.

When Zhang Yuchun saw Yang Jueding and Li Yang, he immediately used the Gale Technique and quickly went to meet them. The Disciples following him were those who practiced martial arts in the lower half of the mountain and were called upon by him along the way, while other Disciples were still catching up from behind.

He came beside Yang Jueding, took Li Yang, and walked backward while asking, “How is the situation?”

“Li Yang’s cousin is holding off the enemies for us. There’s been a change in this battle; a peerless expert, once the number one in Weizhou Prefecture, has appeared,” Yang Jueding quickly explained.

Zhang Yuchun frowned. He suddenly sensed something and abruptly pushed Li Yang and Yang Jueding away. A sound of something cutting through the air followed, and a flying saber passed between him and Li Yang.

This flying saber went straight for the Qingxiao Sect Disciples who were catching up from behind.

A figure leaped from behind the Qingxiao Sect Disciples, landing like a startled swan. With a single sword strike, she cut the flying saber in half. It was Xu Ning.

Xu Ning smoothly sheathed her sword, displaying quite a bit of Li Qingqiu’s demeanor.

Seeing Xu Ning arrive, Yang Jueding completely relaxed. He turned his head and frowned.

He saw seven figures walking through the swirling snow. He had never seen these seven figures before, but each of them made him feel dangerous, as if they were all peerless experts no weaker than Dian Ming.

As things developed to this point, Yang Jueding realized something was wrong.

No matter how strong the Qing Cult was, it was impossible for them to invite so many peerless experts.

Could there be an even stronger force behind this matter?