Free Web NovelChapter 351: Chapter 351: All Are Resources
Xu Yunfan was not satisfied. If these people were to retreat, he would lose the chance to seize the True Qi from their bodies.
He cast aside all restraint. The True Qi in his body instantly began to boil, his Ten Extremes True Qi flaring up like a blazing inferno. In that same moment, the ground beneath his feet caved in with a deafening roar, spiderweb cracks spreading across the surface.
The next instant, his form blurred. The air, compressed by his extreme speed, let out a deafening sonic boom. A visible shockwave, like a furious tide, blasted outward, sending rubble and weapon fragments at the edge of the Martial Arts Arena flying into the air.
His figure became a crimson streak of light tearing through the sky. Wherever he passed, the compressed air formed visible, concentric white rings that rippled outward.
The purple-robed Elder from the Nine Radiance Sect had no time to react. His vision blurred, and Xu Yunfan was suddenly before him like a phantom. Xu Yunfan’s palm, wreathed in the all-devouring Ten Extremes True Qi, descended like an iron pincer and clamped down hard on his skull!
The purple-robed Elder’s pupils shrank. Before he could even circulate his Nine Luminaries True Qi—a power as vast and fierce as a wildfire—a terrifying suction force emanated from the crown of his head. The True Qi in his very flesh and blood began pouring out like a river bursting its dam.
The purple-robed Elder convulsed violently. His once-oceanic Nine Luminaries True Qi was being devoured by Xu Yunfan’s palm, gushing out of him like a flood through a broken dam.
His skin shriveled at a visible rate, his muscles atrophied, and his bones became starkly prominent. His once-dignified face twisted like deadwood, his eye sockets sinking and his lips cracking. Before he could even scream, he had been reduced to a skeletal, desiccated corpse!
Xu Yunfan felt the influx of Nine Luminaries True Qi. His own Ten Extremes True Qi churned like a millstone, grinding down and purifying the Exotic True Qi, ultimately converting it into pure energy that merged with the flow of his own blood and qi.
He slowly exhaled a breath of Dirt Qi. The exhalation was like a dragon’s breath, laced with wisps of Black Qi—the impurities he had completely purged from the True Qi.
The remaining essence, however, nourished his entire body like a welcome rain, causing his aura to surge once more!
At the same time, the moment the True Qi made contact with his flesh, it coursed through his body like a furious tide. Every inch of his flesh and every piece of bone underwent a cataclysmic transformation, scoured by the surging power.
His muscle fibers twisted and reformed like coiling serpents, his bones began to glow with a jade-like luster, and from deep within his organs came the faint clang of metal on stone.
An ordinary Martial Artist subjected to such a violent influx of True Qi would have had their mind shattered by the surging power long ago. Their passions and desires would have run rampant like wildfire, leading to qi deviation at best, or a gruesome death by bodily explosion at worst.
However, Xu Yunfan’s eyes remained as clear as a Cold Pool.
For him, a long-time practitioner of the Linn Character Technique, there was no adverse effect whatsoever.
The Self God, condensed from the Linn Character Technique, sat enthroned in the center of his Sea of Consciousness, suppressing any and all stray thoughts and worldly desires.
This mysterious spiritual cultivation Secret Technique, which he had obtained from Yuu Congling’s Relic Shell, now acted as his Stabilizing Needle. No matter how the True Qi roiled and churned within him, his Spirit Platform remained immaculate.
Guided by the Mixed Element True Seed, his Ten Extremes True Qi flowed through his body with perfect control, as easy as moving a finger. Each circulation pushed his physique one step closer to an inhuman state.
This was no longer a simple breakthrough in the Martial Dao; this was the beginning of a slow evolution in his very level of existence!
Down below, the faces of everyone who witnessed this drained of color in sheer horror.
They could clearly sense that the figure, wreathed in the tangible aura of Ten Extremes True Qi, was surpassing the limits of the Nine Realms Qi Cultivation at a terrifying rate.
What was even more terrifying was that throughout this violent transformation, Xu Yunfan’s presence remained as calm and deep as an abyss, as if his body were inhabited not by a mortal, but by an Exiled Immortal.
The disciples of the Nine Radiance Sect were utterly petrified. Some staggered backward, others fell to their knees on trembling legs, and still others simply collapsed where they stood, their eyes filled with utter despair.
They had never imagined that a mighty expert of the Nine Realms Qi Cultivation could be sucked dry in a matter of breaths!
"What in the world is this Demon Skill?"
One of the experts from the Five Great Sects couldn’t stop his lips from trembling, his grip on his sword hilt faltering.
"Demon Fiend!"
Another expert from the Nine Radiance Sect snapped back to his senses. Gritting his teeth with a ferocious expression, he erupted with Fiery Sun True Gang, preparing to fight to the death.
"Demon! Stop!"
A venerable-looking Daoist from the Profound Daoist Sect, with white hair but a youthful face, roared as twelve Golden Light Talismans shot from his sleeve, transforming into chains that coiled toward Xu Yunfan’s neck.
Without even turning his head, Xu Yunfan flicked the fingers of his left hand. His Ten Extremes True Qi condensed into five crimson threads that, upon colliding with the talisman chains, instantly melted them into molten gold.
The old Daoist grunted and stumbled back, smoke rising from his wide sleeves.
"Those Golden Light Talismans must be one of the Profound Daoist Sect’s most prized treasures. A shame to waste them like this. If you had nurtured them for a few more years, they might have recovered a fraction of their former power."
Xu Yunfan spoke slowly, his tone laced with pity. After spending so much time in the Taoist Sect, his knowledge had naturally expanded.
This Golden Light Talisman was also known as the Mountain Talisman. It had been refined two thousand years ago by a supreme expert from the Profound Daoist Sect who had reached the Land Immortal Realm. In its prime, a single talisman could conjure a mountain to crush a target. Under the weight of billions of tons, what mortal could possibly resist?
But after so many long years, its power had eroded. Now, the Mountain Talisman couldn’t even summon the weight of a small hill.
At the same time, the expressions of the three Female Cultivators from Penglai Pavilion hardened. They spread their hands, and a deep blue Water Element True Qi began to radiate from their bodies.
The tall figure beside them suddenly ripped off its cloak.
With the RIP of tearing fabric, a ferocious, ten-foot-tall figure was suddenly revealed!
It was none other than Penglai Pavilion’s Sea Guardian Envoy, "Mystic Scale." His body was covered in scale armor forged from Deep Sea Ten Thousand Year Profound Iron, and each individual scale was inscribed with an ancient Sea-Suppressing Rune.
The gills on his cheeks flared violently as a hair-raising gurgle rumbled from his throat. When he roared, he revealed a mouthful of serrated fangs that glinted coldly, faintly emanating the oppressive might of a dragon!
"Bind him!"
The three Female Cultivators cried out in unison, and together with Mystic Scale, they flung out nine Profound Iron Chains that gleamed with an eerie blue light.
The instant the chains left their hands, the Nine Nether Demon-Suppressing Talismans inscribed upon them lit up in sequence. The tip of each chain morphed into a vicious snake’s head, spitting a bone-chilling mist as they formed a Heaven and Earth Net to ensnare Xu Yunfan’s legs.
’A Divine Weapon capable of such transformations?’
A sharp glint flashed in Xu Yunfan’s eyes. The instant before the chains reached him, he tapped his toe lightly on the empty air.
He spun like a tornado, his Ten Extremes True Qi forming a vortex of Spiral Qi around him. The nine Cold Iron Chains, infused with Mystic Scale’s Hundred Years of Cultivation, were deflected by the rotational force. With a series of CLANGS, they wrapped tightly around the high-ranking Mituo Temple monk of the "Ci" generation, who had been attempting a sneak attack from behind!
The monk’s body was a mass of bulging, armor-like muscles, glowing with a golden sheen. But the light instantly dimmed, and his face froze in a mask of pure astonishment.
The Demon-Slaying Pestle in his hand was a mere six inches from Xu Yunfan’s back!
Mystic Scale roared in fury. A foul-smelling slime began to ooze from the gaps in his armor. The muscles on his massive arms bulged as he yanked on the chains, dragging not only the ensnared monk but also the three Female Cultivators several stumbling steps forward.
