A Secret Manual shot out from the Crystal Pillar.
But unlike the other Cultivation Techniques, it didn't fly in a fixed direction. Instead, it hovered in the void for a good while.
The entire Secret Manual suddenly trembled, as if it sensed sothing, and transford into a streak of black light that rushed toward Hong Yu.
"Hm?"
'This Secret Manual can actually choose its own master?'
'This is an incredibly rare treasure. I have to seize it!'
Seeing this, the other experts all revealed greedy expressions.
Ordinary Secret Cultivation Technique Manuals were just inanimate objects made of paper, completely incapable of having any subjective will. Whoever snatched one, it was theirs!
But according to legend, so sufficiently advanced Secret Cultivation Technique Manuals could develop sentience.
The weaker ones would know how to choose their own master!
The stronger ones, such as the legendary Supre Treasure Scripture, the "Nine Yin Nine Yang Profound Skill," could even take on human form, comparable to a Venerable Realm expert!
This Secret Manual before them was clearly one of the weaker sentient ones.
Even so, its value could not be underestimated!
Within a Sect like the Cyan Nether Sword Sect, which dominated an entire kingdom, the number of Cultivation Techniques capable of choosing their own masters could be counted on one hand.
One could only imagine how powerful and precious this Cultivation Technique was!
"Well, damn. I was just about to fight for you, and you just threw yourself at ?" Hong Yu was stunned.
He had just been preparing to charge into the fray. After taking only two steps, this Cultivation Technique—the one capable of making the Profound Celestial Tower tremble—delivered itself to his doorstep. Gazing at the strange Secret Manual that had burrowed into his robes, Hong Yu wore an exceptionally complicated expression.
"Hong Yu, hand over that Cultivation Technique!" Hong Long's eyes were bloodshot, glinting with greed as he roared.
Hong Renjie led a group of experts, their intimidating gazes fixed on Hong Yu.
Although he didn't speak, anyone could see that his eyes never left the Secret Manual in Hong Yu's hands.
A Secret Manual that could choose its own master... this was a Cultivation Technique that even Primordial Core Realm experts would covet. How could he not be moved?
Ding Yuanshan snorted coldly and stepped forward. "Hong Yu, as long as you hand over this Cultivation Technique, I will guarantee your safety for the rest of our journey." As he spoke, Ding Yuanshan shot a defiant glare at Hong Renjie.
This man was cunning and shrewd; how could he fail to see the grudge between Hong Yu and Hong Renjie? By conventional logic, Hong Yu was rely at the Half-Step Earth Soul Realm. No matter how heaven-defying his strength, he couldn't possibly be a match for a Half-step Heavenly Soul Realm expert like Hong Renjie. It was precisely for this reason that Ding Yuanshan extended an olive branch at this mont.
Unfortunately for him, he was dealing with Hong Yu!
A playful look on his face, Hong Yu smiled faintly. "Master Ding, you really intend to guarantee my safety?"
"Of course!"
Ding Yuanshan nodded proudly.
Hong Yu looked at him mockingly. "In that case, I'll have to ask Master Ding to help resolve all my troubles and hidden dangers!"
"Hm?"
Ding Yuanshan froze for a mont, then looked toward Hong Renjie and his group.
Hong Renjie's expression turned grim. "Ding Yuanshan, are you out of your mind? This kid is deliberately trying to provoke a fight between us. Once we're both heavily injured, who will be left to take this Cultivation Technique from him?"
Ding Yuanshan's sharp brows knitted together, but his gaze shifted to Hong Yu. "I've suddenly realized... it would actually be much simpler and more profitable to just kill you and take the Secret Manual than to kill Hong Renjie!"
"Hong Yu is a disciple of my Cyan Nether Sword Sect! If you touch him, you make an enemy of our Sword Sect!"
Tie Shou's face was cold as he looked at Hong Renjie. "And you, Hong Renjie, you would collude with outsiders to harm a fellow disciple of our Sword Sect. If you dare harm Junior Brother Hong, I will definitely report this to the Sect Leader when we return to the Sect."
Ling Tian also shouted coldly, "Younger Brother Hong, if it's a fight they want, I'll fight alongside you!"
Looking at the two n who had unhesitatingly stood by his side, a warm current surged through Hong Yu's heart. The corners of his lips lifted slightly as he whispered, "Thank you, both of you!"
The three of them looked at each other and nodded.
Hong Renjie frowned, weighing whether the risk was worth it.
But Ding Yuanshan sneered with contempt. "What can you accomplish by being so wishy-washy? If you're worried about them leaking secrets, just kill them all."
Hong Renjie's eyes lit up.
The indecision in his eyes vanished in an instant. When he looked up again, his expression was chillingly grim. "Hong Yu, Tie Shou, Ling Tian... I've already given you a chance, but you didn't know how to cherish it. In that case, don't bla for disregarding our bond as fellow disciples. In your next life, rember that so people you just can't afford to offend!"
The mont his voice fell, a great battle was imminent!
"Master Ding, I'll deal with Hong Yu. I'll leave the others to you!" Hong Renjie's eyes turned cold as he growled.
Ding Yuanshan gave a savage laugh. "Leave them to ! I'll make sure no one disturbs you while you torture and kill this kid!"
"Many thanks!"
Hong Renjie roared with laughter and executed a swift body technique, appearing before Hong Yu in the blink of an eye.
As for Ding Yuanshan, he charged straight for Ling Tian and Tie Shou.
With his strength, facing both of them at once was more than manageable.
The lee was exceptionally fierce.
"Hong Yu, do you rember what I said before we entered the Eight Desolates Mansion? Offend , and you're destined to never have a chance to turn things around!"
His crimson tongue licked the corner of his mouth, a savage, bloodthirsty smile on his face.
"Cut the crap. If you want to fight, then let's fight!"
Hong Yu straightened his posture, his spine as straight and unyielding as a pillar holding up the heavens. He stood proud and erect. "This Cultivation Technique is mine and mine alone. If anyone dares to covet it, unless they can step over my dead body, then..."
"I will slay gods if they block my path, and slaughter buddhas if they stand in my way!"
Every word was resolute and forceful.
The Long Spear in his hand trembled slightly. His five fingers gripped the shaft tightly, his soaring battle intent becoming uncontrollable.
"Hahaha, you think you can fight with your paltry Half-Step Earth Soul Realm cultivation? Today, I will step right over your corpse..."
Hong Renjie's gaze was like that of a ferocious tiger as he bared a mouthful of savage white teeth.
"Rising Sun Divine Fist!"
Hong Renjie roared. His fist was like the rising sun, bursting with a blinding brilliance as it swept forward.
The vast Fist Force descended like a crimson fla from the sky.
The terrifying pressure from the Fist Montum made the muscles on Hong Yu's body twist and contort.
"Hong Yu, be careful! That Rising Sun Divine Fist is a Mortal Level Lower Grade Martial Skill with a burning effect. Its power is terrifyingly extraordinary. You absolutely cannot face it head-on!" Tie Shou's expression changed drastically when he sensed Hong Renjie's terrifying killing move, and he roared out a warning.
From within his own battle, Hong Long heard this and sneered with contempt. "You think warning him will do any good? Brother Jie's Rising Sun Divine Fist has long since reached the Realm of Perfection. Among the True Disciples, only the top five can withstand it. You think Hong Yu has that kind of ability? Heh heh, just wait and watch as his head gets blown apart by a single punch!"
A triumphant and arrogant sneer was plastered on Hong Long's face.
However, he wouldn't be smiling for long...
"Hong Long, don't get too cocky! I'll be your opponent!"
Ling Tian suddenly spun around. Executing the Nine Transformation Wandering Body Technique, he unleashed a flurry of Martial Skills as he charged toward Hong Long.
"Fuck, you're a madman..."
Hong Long's face contorted in alarm.
Although Ling Tian hadn't been in the Sword Sect for long, his fa had already spread throughout the inner sect of the Cyan Nether Sword Sect. The moniker "Ling Tian the Madman" ca not only from his terrifying talent but, more importantly, from his reckless, life-risking fighting style!
The saying "injure the enemy by a thousand, but suffer eight hundred in losses" wasn't even enough to describe Ling Tian's madness.
Just as Hong Long was being forced back step by step by Ling Tian, howling and screaming in misery, the battle on Hong Yu's side also reached a fever pitch.
"Rising Sun Divine Fist? Break for !"
Hong Yu's eyes narrowed as he let out a low growl.
His Long Spear rose like a Flood Dragon ascending to the sky. The imnse force caused the spear's shaft, forged from Refined Iron, to twist. Under the pressure of the Rising Sun Divine Fist's montum, a web of fine cracks spread across the shaft, gradually growing.
"Hahaha, Hong Yu, even your weapon is about to break! What else do you have to break my attack? Die!"
Hong Renjie laughed coldly, his eyes filled with contempt and the thrill of about to eliminate a thorn in his side.
"Shatter!"
Hong Renjie parted his lips, the chilling word accompanied by a surge of power.
BANG!
The silver Long Spear in Hong Yu's hand exploded violently. The impact of the Fist Force sent Hong Yu's body flying backward, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Damn it..."
Hong Yu rubbed his aching chest and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. 'If this keeps up, I'm definitely going to die here today. Damn it... I'll risk it all!'
"Oh? You still want to resist? It seems you still don't understand how vast the gap between us is..."
Hong Renjie's gaze grew colder and colder. The aura around him steadily climbed, and his clothes began to inflate like a balloon.
Streaks of fiery sunlight and lightning crackled around his body. Every ti they collided, they would let out a booming crackle that made one's teeth itch. The blue veins hidden within his muscles writhed like earthworms, filled with explosive, terrifying power.
"Rising Sun in the Sky... Burning World Fist!"
Burning World Fist!
This was the second stance of the formidable Mortal Middle Grade Martial Skill, "Rising Sun Divine Fist." Its power was not to be underestimated.
Hong Renjie's Power of Primordial Spirit contained the Supre Yang Fire.
When he truly channeled it, his Proud Sun Primordial Spirit burned scorching hot, as if a real sun was constantly supplying energy from within his body. Under this infusion of nearly endless energy, the illusion of a Golden Crow sun appeared behind Hong Renjie, its golden brilliance illuminating the land.
In that instant, the surrounding air beca scorching and arid.
Hong Renjie abruptly stomped on the ground.
Amidst a SIZZLING sound, a plu of green smoke rose.
Two scorched footprints now marked the spot where Hong Renjie had just been standing. The Golden Crow Illusion enveloped his back, its pair of Flaming Wings vibrating majestically as they coalesced over his fists, forming a fiery fist-shadow the size of a calf.
This fiery fist-shadow was awe-inspiring and terrifying to behold.
Especially when feeling the heart-pounding, suffocatingly hot temperature emanating from it, one couldn't help but associate it with its na—Burning World Fist!
"In that case..."
In the hot wind of the Burning World Fist, Hong Yu felt his life was in danger. The ferocious gale from the punch felt like it was about to snap his spine.
Hong Yu still gritted his teeth and stood firm, his jaw making a CREAKING sound.
He raised his eyes slightly, staring at the figure of Hong Renjie before him, who looked like a Golden Crow War God, completely without fear.
A faint cyan light swirled within his left eye. In the very depths of his pupil, a vast sea of stars unfurled. More than ninety thousand stars orbited within, emitting a faint, dim starlight. Surrounded by countless rays of starlight, streams of energy poured into his cyan pupil.
His gaze blood with a profound Cyan Nether sheen.
In that instant, Hong Yu's left eye seed capable of piercing through the eternal void, as if it had reached a level where it could see the true essence of things, its gaze fixed upon heaven and earth.
The cyan light flowed, and the Star River seed to shift.
His sharp eyebrows furrowed, his gaze fixed on the void. As he slowly raised his hand and spread his fingers, the Breaking Army Spear was suddenly in his grasp.
Hong Yu shifted his feet into a lunge. He drew the Breaking Army Spear back slightly along his arm, the long-brewing, power-gathering strike now ready.
Not until Hong Renjie was nearly upon him!
Did Hong Yu finally make his move...
"Sea of Fire—Scorching Heavens!"
[The third chapter will be updated soon!]
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