It is said that Jing Chun Daoist’s original na was "Zhao Chunxia." She was wrongfully convicted due to He Wentian’s treachery and was falsely labeled as a murderer. She should have been executed publicly, but was secretly transported to this place, imprisoned in a cave within the gorge, never to see daylight again.
Upon realizing He Wentian’s cunning nature, Zhao Chunxia regretted it deeply, but it was too late. Although she was captured and imprisoned, she remained resilient and calm: "He Wentian, you truly live up to your reputation. I trusted your na, only to let you harm . Since you didn’t kill on the spot, if I ever get the chance, I will surely ruin your reputation!"
She reassured Ji Hui with her eyes and whispered, "Calm your mind, my disciple. I will quietly wait for the right timing and then find a way to escape!" Ji Hui was greatly comforted and thought to herself, "Master is incredibly capable; with her around, I can feel at ease."
For the first three days, Zhao Chunxia combined her knowledge to examine the flaws in the cave and plan an escape route, trying to understand the enemy’s cultivation and capabilities. Her heart grew heavier with this knowledge, but she remained composed and adaptable, feeling that although the situation was difficult, it was not hopeless.
"Success depends on human effort. Although I wear shackles, my Inner Qi is sealed, and my abilities are less than one-tenth of usual, I still have so tricks. This stone prison is strong, but if I can escape the current predicant, then find a way to break the shackles and restore my state, I can use my skills to resolve the crisis."
Seated calmly, Zhao Chunxia’s face was slightly pale, her long hair flowing. She was serene and beautiful, untouched by dust, composed as always. The cave was narrow and dark, unable to hide her beauty.
The many cave rooms on the mountainside were all carved out of the rock face, with no roads to access them. Only iron chains descended from above, and daily als and supervision were delivered by servants climbing along these ropes to reach the various cave rooms.
On the fourth day.
Having observed for several days, Zhao Chunxia was full of confidence, feeling that the ti was ripe. She quietly waited for a servant to climb along the rope to the outside of the cave room and perford the "Spring Observation Sound as ," a Martial Arts derived from the "Spring Observation Treasure Manual" Health Care Skill. Using celestial sound and Chest Drum Thunder Sound, it requires no Inner Qi to aid it and invisibly confuses the enemy. As the saying goes, "observe spring as ;" those affected would montarily feel that they were both "" and not "," instead becoming Zhao Chunxia, contemplating matters from "Zhao Chunxia’s" perspective.
If engaged in a duel, the opponent under this celestial sound would no longer be themselves but Zhao Chunxia, while the real Zhao Chunxia stood opposite. This experience was extrely bizarre; who would want to wield their sword against "themselves"? Naturally, they would hesitate and be confused, sotis striking slantingly to avoid harming "themselves," sotis voluntarily stepping into the blade, ultimately leading to defeat.
Using this technique here, Zhao Chunxia could make the food delivery servant feel "like but not ," causing him to see "himself" trapped inside the cave room and naturally find a way to unlock the captivity, allowing "himself" to escape.
This plan was viable. The servant, enthralled by this strange skill, imdiately sought to assist.
However, the supervisor of the hidden gorge, nad Zheng Decun, was a slender figure with a long face, short nose, fine eyebrows, and large eyes, appearing both male and female. He was a Yin Yang People with a heavy Yin characteristic, difficult to deceive. He instantly noticed the irregularity and killed the servant with a single palm strike.
Zheng Decun was not angry but laughed, a voice filled with treachery: "Well, I’ve been hiding in the shadows, anticipating that you won have no small ans. I let you try it out to know how to prevent it!"
Zhao Chunxia’s face was as cold as frost: "Birds of a feather, indeed. When it cos to treachery, you are all of the sa breed!" Zheng Decun laughed, "Thank you for the complint. I’ll go fetch the clavicle pipa chain. You’d better behave, or else this grand instrunt will be used on your obedient disciple."
Though Zhao Chunxia was unwilling, she considered her disciple’s life and submitted to the punishnt. The "clavicle pipa chain" had four sharp hooks, two large and two small, lethally sharp. The two large hooks penetrated through the clavicle from behind.
The two small hooks were inserted into the ankles, and the iron chain extended, locking in the four corners of the cave. Zhao Chunxia endured the pain in silence, but her heart sank into an ice cave, feeling escape even more difficult. When the iron gate slamd shut, she was still in a daze.
She gritted her teeth through the pain and assessed her body’s condition. The clavicle pipa chain locked bone and Qi alike. When she secretly played the "Spring Observation Sound as ," the vibration of the bones would inevitably pull the clavicle, causing unbearable pain and a cold sweat. Moreover, the celestial sound played through the bone; the pipa lock connected through it, leading the sound out instantly.
The clavicle pipa chain also had the strange effect of "bone transformation." Worn for a long ti, the iron chain would fuse into the bone, becoming one with the person bound and impossible to separate.
When Zhao Chunxia played the celestial sound, the pipa chain rattled noisily, imdiately attracting the guard’s attention. Her techniques were difficult to deploy, and with both ankles pierced by hooks, although she could walk, stepping out of the cave was an unthinkable notion.
Ji Hui looked over with concern and anxiety. Zhao Chunxia, not wanting her disciple to feel frightened and hopeless, feigned calm and nodded reassuringly. Yet, she sensed her hope dwindling, feeling panicked inside.
Two more days passed. A servant climbed up to the wrought iron fence outside, ordered to extend his finger. Zhao Chunxia did not want to comply, but the situation was irreversible. The servant pierced his fingertip, channeling Qi to force out blood, filling a jade vial.
Zhao Chunxia realized in a daze: "So, He Wentian went to all this trouble, deceiving into captivity here, simply to continually extract my blood essence." She attempted to move, letting out a muffled groan, overwheld by the intense pain in her muscles and bones.
In the evening, with the sky darkening and an eerie silence around, an occasional chill wind blew.
Jing Chun Daoist wore a bitter expression, her beautiful face full of sorrow, thinking: "I co from the Sword Sect, dedicating my life to eradicating evil as my duty. Calmly cultivating, I gradually mastered the ’Spring Observation Treasure Manual,’ claiming to understand all worldly principles. The Mountain Sword Sect is great with many disciples, inevitably leading to conflicts. I chose not to participate, hence I sought another treasure mountain, spending my days observing spring, thus calling myself Jing Chun Daoist. Who would have thought I would fall prey to evil n when entering the world? I suffer from the tornt, and now Hui’Er also faces misfortune. But the most pitiable is my disciple, Wang Long. He... he is not a woman, so he must be... dead."
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