r18novel Page 148
Page 148
"You little rascal, you've got some nerve."
"Forcibly prying into secrets that do not belong to you will backfire."
His voice carried a hint of a senior’s gentle reproach towards a junior.
“If this internal injury is left untreated, it may affect the foundation of your future cultivation.”
Upon hearing this, Wang Ye was startled once again.
He never expected that the internal injuries he sustained from forcibly using the Feng Hou Qi Men technique several times would be seen through by the other party at a glance.
Such keen eyesight is truly beyond the comprehension of gods and ghosts.
"younger generation……"
He was about to say something polite like "It's alright".
Zhang Yunyuan had already raised his hand.
He pointed his fingers like a sword and made a light tap on Wang Ye's chest.
There was no earth-shattering fanfare, nor any dazzling light and shadow.
Only a wisp of pure, unadulterated white Qi, seemingly capable of purifying all the filth in the world, quietly emerged from his fingertips and silently entered Wang Ye's body.
Wang Ye felt a warm and peaceful power, like the warm sun in spring, instantly flowing through his limbs and bones.
Wherever that power passed, the intricate, spiderweb-like dark wounds in his body caused by forcibly peeking into the secrets of heaven were repaired and smoothed out at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Those stagnations in his meridians that hindered the flow of his Qi were all cleared up by this force.
In just a few breaths.
Wang Ye felt a lightness throughout his body, and an unprecedented, harmonious and clear feeling rose from the depths of his dantian.
The internal injury that had troubled him for so long was actually...healed?
So casually dismissed, so... unreasonable.
Wang Ye was stunned as he felt the unprecedented comfort and peace within his body, and could no longer suppress the excitement and gratitude in his heart.
He suddenly stood up and bowed deeply to Zhang Yunyuan, his voice trembling with excitement.
"I will never forget your kindness in saving me!"
"This junior does not know how to repay your great kindness, senior. However, if you ever need my assistance, I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"
Looking at him like this, Zhang Yunyuan had a look of both amusement and exasperation on his face.
He waved his hand, signaling him to get up.
"Alright, you brat, kneeling all the time, what kind of behavior is that?"
He looked at Wang Ye, a playful smile flashing in his eyes.
"It's not really about repaying a debt. It's just... I've only heard of the Feng Hou Qi Men technique, but I've never actually witnessed its wonders. I wonder... if you could broaden my horizons?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Ye did not hesitate at all.
For him, although the Feng Hou Qi Men technique was a closely guarded secret of his sect, what did it matter compared to the life-saving grace of his senior?
Moreover, given this senior's level of expertise, he has probably already seen through all the illusions and realities of Feng Hou Qi Men. To keep it hidden would only make him seem petty.
"If you wish to see it, senior, then I will certainly obey!"
He immediately stood up, assumed a fighting stance, and demonstrated all the unpredictable and ingenious variations of Feng Hou Qi Men to Zhang Yunyuan without reservation.
He stepped to the Qimen Dunjia divination position, made hand seals, and his aura instantly changed.
Sometimes, the four dials are turned, making the flow of time around them sometimes fast and sometimes slow;
Sometimes it controls all directions, freezing a flying stone in mid-air, and then making it run in a trajectory that completely violates the laws of physics;
Sometimes it transforms itself into the central hub of Qimen Dunjia, as if it has become the absolute master of this world, and can summon wind and thunder in an instant.
Those unpredictable and mysterious methods made Zhang Yunyuan, who was standing to the side, nod in approval.
He didn't deliberately try to remember them; he simply imprinted all the changes into his chaotic sea of consciousness.
With his heaven-defying, almost demonic, comprehension, and the terrifying ability of the Primordial Dao Qi to simulate all laws.
He had already mastered all the essential elements of this extraordinary art of the time, and understood them thoroughly.
He didn't make a fuss, but silently deduced in his mind, comparing the "change" of Feng Hou Qi Men with the "guard" of his Zhen Wu Qi Men, and unexpectedly gained many new insights.
The next day, the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony's quarterfinals officially began.
The first match was the highly anticipated battle.
King Wudang faced off against Zhuge Qing, the Marquis of Wu.
One is lazy and easygoing, yet he is hailed as the most likely young Wudang prodigy to inherit the mantle of the old Celestial Master.
One is a gentle and refined descendant of the Zhuge family, who has mastered the Wuhou Qimen technique to an unparalleled level.
The duel between the two masters of Qimen Dunjia instantly ignited the entire audience.
On the arena, Zhuge Qing exuded an extraordinary air. He bowed to Wang Ye from afar, a confident smile on his face.
"Master Wang Ye, please."
Wang Ye still looked like he hadn't woken up yet, yawned, and casually waved his hand.
"let's start."
Without probing at all, Zhuge Qing took a step forward and instantly set up a complete Wuhou Qimen formation.
"Li Zi Chi Lian!"
With a flick of his finger, a blazing fire appeared out of thin air, like a fire dragon, sweeping towards Wang Ye.
However, Wang simply stood still, neither dodging nor avoiding.
He didn't even change his orientation; he just slightly raised his eyelids.
The fierce fire dragon, just three feet away from him, suddenly collapsed as if it had crashed into an invisible wall, turning into a sky full of sparks.
"what?!"
Zhuge Qing's expression changed.
He discovered that his invincible Wuhou Qimen technique was completely ineffective against his opponent.
His position, which was clearly the "gate of life" in the game, has now become the "gate of death" where he is constrained at every turn.
His prized magic was forcibly interrupted and dismantled at its source by an invisible force before it could even fully take shape.
He felt less like he was dueling with a peer of the same level of skill and more like he was a puppet on strings, his every move being tightly controlled by that unseen hand.
"This...this is..."
Zhuge Qing looked at Wang Ye, who was still standing in the same spot and hadn't even finished yawning, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief.
“The character '巽' (xùn) and the wind rope.”
Wang Ye finally moved.
He simply waved his hand casually.
Zhuge Qing felt the air around him tighten, and countless invisible ropes made of wind appeared out of thin air, instantly binding him tightly and rendering him unable to move.
Zhuge Qing looked at Wang Ye, then at his own Qimen formation which was completely suppressed, and finally, a bitter yet relieved smile appeared on his face.
He bowed to Wang Ye, completely convinced of his superiority.
"Feng Hou Qi Men... truly lives up to its reputation."
"I lost."
Thus, the four finalists of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony were determined.
Zhang Chulan of the Celestial Master's Mansion, Wang Ye of Wudang, Zhang Lingyu of the Celestial Master's Mansion, and... Wang Bing of the Wang family, one of the four great families.
Chapter 174 The Night Before the Match: The Decision to Forfeit
The draw results for the top four of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony were like a boulder thrown into boiling oil, instantly causing an uproar throughout the entire Longhu Mountain.
Zhang Chulan versus Wang Ye.
One is the "Shameless One" who, with his unpredictable "good luck" and amazing lightning magic, has gone all the way down the dark path.
The other is the Wudang prodigy who crushed the successor of Wuhou Qimen with overwhelming force and is regarded by countless people as the favorite to win the final championship of this year's Grand Ceremony.
This match was almost universally regarded as a premature final.
Those who like to stir up trouble have already driven the odds on the two players to the sky.
Countless eyes and discussions were focused on these two young people who were about to clash, anticipating a showdown of epic proportions.
However, on the eve of the highly anticipated match, outside the bustling mountain road, in a secluded guest room, the atmosphere was completely different from the excitement outside.
The moonlight, like water, streamed through the window and quietly fell upon Wang Ye's face, which always carried a hint of languor.
He sat cross-legged on the futon, the tea in front of him had long since gone cold, but he didn't touch it.
Finally, a very faint sound of footsteps came from outside the courtyard, almost blending into the night breeze.
Wang Ye's eyelids twitched, and he slowly opened his eyes, which were always half-open and half-closed.
The door was pushed open silently, and a figure quietly walked in—it was Zhang Yunyuan.
"Young Master."
Wang Ye stood up and bowed to Zhang Yunyuan, his posture still respectful.
But his expression was more confident and composed than when they last met on the cliff.
Zhang Yunyuan didn't speak, but walked to the table and sat down, pouring himself a cup of cold tea, as if waiting for him to speak.
Wang didn't keep anyone in suspense; he got straight to the point, his voice low but each word clear.
"Young Master, I've decided to withdraw from the competition."
Zhang Yunyuan's hand, holding the teacup, paused slightly in mid-air, then he casually brought the teacup to his lips and took a small sip.
The tea was ice-cold, just like his calm, unwavering gaze.