"Below are spirits, divergent paths conceal chaos."
...
Wang Xuanmiao took a step back, and through Primordial Spirit Observation, she was able to see a spot three inches before her where starlight surged, resembling a portal, and it was actually absorbing the True Yang from Wang Xuangang’s palm.
"Giant Gate Avoiding Calamity Technique!?" Zhang Fan recognized it.
This is a Daoist Skill from the Worshiping Star Sect.
Among the Beidou Seven Stars, the Jung Star governs matters, transforming fortune and misfortune.
In ancient tis, if one got involved in a lawsuit, one would invite a Dharma Aspect of the Jumn Star Monarch within the Daoist Temple, enshrine it at ho, and worship it facing north, praying to dissolve the matter and turn adversity to good fortune.
Within the Worshiping Star Sect’s Daoist Skill, the Jung Star lineage specializes in resolving and blocking.
Buzz...
The True Yang from Wang Xuangang’s palm leaked out, even his own palm lost its target and changed direction, as if drawn by an invisible force.
Bam...
At this mont, Wang Xuanmiao unexpectedly charged forward, turning defense into offense, clenching both fists, and using the prominent joint of her index finger to strike, her left and right bows aid respectively at the ear gate acupoints on both sides of Wang Xuangang’s skull.
"Double Peak Piercing Ear, what a killer move!" Zhang Fan’s eyes slightly narrowed.
Undeniably, although Wang Xuanmiao was a woman, she was deeply hidden and unfathomable. Whether it was strength or courage, she surpassed Wang Xuanqing.
First, she feigned weakness, using a single move of "Giant Gate Avoiding Calamity" to dissolve Wang Xuangang’s fierce assault, and as she retreated, she countered with a strike, aiming directly at vital points with "Double Peak Piercing Ear."
The so-called "Double Peak Piercing Ear" targets the ear gate acupoint, using the protruding joint of the index finger as the peak. Once hit, at worst it causes deafness, at best instant death, making it a deadly move.
"Indeed unfathomable."
Nearby, Wang Xuanfei couldn’t help but show a peculiar expression. In her eyes, the usually low-profile and concealed Wang Xuanmiao displayed unexpectedly rich combat experience, deftly shifting from defense to offense, swiftly putting Wang Xuangang in peril.
Wang Xuanmiao’s movents were as quick as lightning. With Double Peak Piercing Ear, the Yang-filled fingertips accurately struck the ear gate acupoint on Wang Xuangang’s skull.
Buzz...
However, an inconceivable scene occurred. Wang Xuangang’s skull buzzed like a great bell resounding, shaking violently.
He rely tilted his neck slightly; the blood didn’t even rush to his face, and a noticeable sinister smile erged at the corner of his mouth.
"You... How could you..."
Wang Xuanmiao was shocked, unable to believe it. She had used True Yang fully, attacking the fatal point; however, an ordinary person would have already died, yet this madman remained unhard?
"I have refined my True Body with Beidou, and you are scratching an itch?"
Wang Xuangang sneered with an open mouth, dropping his large hand, as True Yang surged like a tide, suddenly pressing down on Wang Xuanmiao’s face. The next mont, he fiercely pressed down onto the ground, and with a sound "crack," the ground shattered, blood splattering everywhere.
Wang Xuanmiao staggered and fainted instantly.
"So damn brutal."
This brutal scene shocked everyone present into silence.
"Wang Xuangang, are you trying to rebel?"
At this mont, Wang Zhenshi finally couldn’t hold back. As the person in charge of the hall, he was seeing Wang Xuangang becoming increasingly insane, pushing things too far, reaching a point where he could no longer be cleaned up.
"One more word and you’re next."
Without turning his head, Wang Xuangang carried the fainted Wang Xuanmiao, walked towards Zhang Fan, casually beckoning.
"Let’s go."
"Alright."
Zhang Fan put his hands in his pockets and gave Jiang Hu a retreating glance.
"You damn... can you stop dragging into this kind of thing in the future?"
Amid the hostile stares, Jiang Hu followed Zhang Fan, lowering his voice.
"Taxis are too expensive, who told you that the Five Spirits Rainbow Light key was in your hands?"
Zhang Fan assured with a reasonable explanation.
"..."
"Lawless... Absolutely lawless..."
Wang Zhenshi’s eyes were ablaze, almost crazy.
"Even if he is gifted, being so lawless, keeping him is trouble."
At this mont, a voice was shouting in Wang Zhenshi’s mind.
For years, the controversy regarding Wang Xuangang had not ceased within the Wang Family; so believed that despite his madness and extraordinary behavior, his talent was too high, his Dao practice growing day by day. Keeping him would be a trump card for the Wang family, capable of protecting the Dao.
But so felt that Wang Xuangang’s temperant was too difficult to manage; the higher his Dao practice, the greater the risk. Once his Divine Techniques reach Great Success and he becos manic, he would be more of a calamity than a blessing for the Wang family, and should be suppressed or erased early.
It was precisely because there was no conclusion within the clan that Wang Zhenshi was still cautious, not daring to take drastic asures.
"If this boy isn’t eliminated, he will surely beco a great problem in the future."
Wang Zhenshi’s eyes flashed with ruthlessness. This ti, he was determined to persuade the clan to resolve this hidden danger.
...
Beidou Hall, third floor.
Within a room, this was Wang Xuangang’s bedroom, larger than Zhang Fan’s ho.
With a splash...
Wang Xuangang picked up a glass of icy water, directly splashing it onto Wang Xuanmiao’s face. The cold sensation instantly awakened her, dispersing the blood coagulated on her face.
"What are you trying to do... just do it."
Wang Xuangang casually sat to the side, entrusting Wang Xuanmiao to Zhang Fan.
"You... What are you going to do?"
As Wang Xuanmiao looked at the three n before her, a hint of panic flashed in her eyes, resembling a frightened fawn, instinctively retreating.
Zhang Fan noticed her reaction, yet he sat down by himself.
"Did you take care of Xiong Qianxing and Ming Chenxuan?"
"You all..."
This term was worth pondering, implying that the actions she and Wang Xuanqing took that night were already known to the man before her.
"I... I don’t know what you’re talking about."
Wang Xuanmiao’s heart was montarily overwheld with thoughts, yet she quickly regained her composure, shaking her head in denial.
"Oh? So, you plan to hold your ground until the end?" Zhang Fan smiled gently.
"If you dare, just kill . To slander is not what a man does." Wang Xuanmiao coldly laughed.
She was undoubtedly not an ordinary woman, looking resolute, no matter what these three n intended to do to her, she planned to hold her ground until the very end.
"Good, I do enjoy your unyielding spirit."
With that, Zhang Fan slowly stood up and walked towards Wang Xuanmiao.
"What are you doing?" Wang Xuanmiao asked, alert.
"You."
With a single word softly spoken, Zhang Fan extended his hand, touching Wang Xuanmiao’s forehead.
Buzz...
A peculiar vibration arose, akin to an Out-of-Body Experience, transforming into a fog of smoke and clouds.
"This is..."
"Primordial Spirit Invasion Technique!?"
Wang Xuangang’s eyes slightly narrowed, recognizing Zhang Fan’s formidable and eerie approach, swiftly invading the Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery of Wang Xuanmiao.
"Is this White Crane Temple’s Daoist Skill!?"
"Grand Sect Law, Appearance and Spirit Divergence!"
Jiang Hu couldn’t help being moved, showing a heavy expression.
On that day within the Shen Family, Zhang Fan used this technique to pull him out of the abyss, avoiding the calamity of Great Night is not bright.
He couldn’t understand why Zhang Fan was versed in the Daoist Skill of White Crane Temple; at this point, Zhang Fan appeared increasingly mysterious to him.
"Young man, let’s divine fate, predict fortune and misfortune, and inspect the prospects."
At this mont, images of light and shadow appeared in Wang Xuanmiao’s Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery, presenting themselves before Zhang Fan.
A vague figure was captured by him in an extrely familiar setting, shielding Wang Xuanqing and Wang Xuanmiao.
"When it rains from heaven, the ground gets slippery. What surna does your father have, so do you!"
"Let’s see if you’re right."
"When you hail a taxi, isn’t it a cab? Isn’t your dad’s sister called aunt?"
"Am I right?"
The blurry figure spoke self-importantly, adopting the deanor of a fortuneteller.
Wang Xuanqing and Wang Xuanmiao regarded the man as if he were a clown, casually throwing a hundred-yuan bill, as if giving alms to a beggar, saying nothing before turning to leave.
"Star Monarchs above, people below, within Beidou, who is enthroned?"
At this mont, the blurry figure suddenly whispered, causing Wang Xuanqing and Wang Xuanmiao to pause.
"Who are you?" Wang Xuanqing asked in a deep voice.
"Heh, easy to say... You can call ..."
"Rooster!!!"
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