Chapter 3 The Great Jianghu Turmoil (1/2)

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Hong Feibai heard the noise from within the room, his heart clenched, and he hurriedly stepped out, only to look utterly bewildered as soon as he emerged. The Yin siblings fell to one side, their expressions shocked. The Ghost Owl Sword, who had been shouting challenges just moments ago, now had an entirely changed complexion. He had originally planned to make a move against Wang Anfeng, radiating killing intent with his sword already drawn with his right hand. But now, he staggered back sharply, folding his body multiple times in the air, landing right at the doorway, wanting to leave but also reluctant to give up the treasure within reach, he hesitated. The falling snow descended once more. A Martial Artist fused with his horse, wielding a spear and weighing thousands of pounds, had his eyes wide with fury, veins on his forehead bulging, while the steed below snorted white air from its nostrils, pawing the ground restlessly, yet unable to advance even a step closer. Wang Anfeng stood just in front of the mounted warrior. Clad in plain clothing, his body stood erect, his black hair like ink, draping from his temples. His calm black pupils gazed forward. With his left hand behind his back, the crudely forged Crude Iron Heavy Spear in his hand trembled slightly, shattering the falling snow, yet halted three inches away from the young man's heart, the trembling and humming never ceasing. A pale palm grasped the shaft of the spear. The spear could not advance another inch. "Ahhhhhh!" After a moment of dead silence, the warrior atop the horse shifted from shock to disbelief, then to anger, suddenly shouting out loud, his muscles bulging, a wild Qi Force contouring around, rolling back the falling snow upward towards the sky, while his vigorous horse reared, letting out a long neigh, exhaling white air like an angry dragon. The fierce and magnificent presence filled the space in an instant. The woman in purple couldn't help but exclaim, stepping back half a step, her hand lightly covering her lips as her eyes flickered, saying, "This, this is..." The man beside her said in a low voice, "It's the 'White Horse Howl at the Glacier,' a killer move from the Red Lotus Gang." "In this region of Fufeng in Jianghu, second only to the Giant Whale Gang's Gang Leader, the Cloud Swallowing Spear wielder Gongsun Jing's own technique of man and horse as one, channeling strength throughout his body, like a white horse turned dragon, howling atop a glacier and snowfield. Even martial artists with stronger Inner Strength can only retreat from its edge!" "With this move, he should at least be able to break free from this person's restraint..." Hong Feibai's expression changed drastically upon hearing this, wanting to step forward to help, but with the situation as it was, he couldn't intervene, his heart in turmoil. Just then, with the man's shout growing more intense, the surging Inner Qi defined Heaven and Earth, rolling the wind and snow into the likeness of a dragon, which shot up towards the sky with a roar. Within a thousand meters, it was clearly visible. The Heaven and Earth of this winter day were already depressingly fierce; with this move, the power appeared even more formidable and beyond that of mortals. Wang Anfeng looked up, feeling tremendous force transmitting from the spear blade. The young man's shoes sank into the accumulated snow. Yet his expression remained tranquil, whispering to himself, "Mount Meru is three hundred thirty-six thousand leagues high in the great sea. Its roots are three hundred thirty-six thousand leagues deep in the ocean floor..." Buddha's Strength Mountain Moving Sutra. The Tathagata, the ten strengths. With a sudden clench of his right hand, the falling snow agitated by the warrior's Vigorous Qi was instantly shattered into fine powder. The blast spread all around. The accumulated snow, swept up by the powerful winds, pelted against everyone's faces, stinging sharply, halting the Yin siblings' breaths for an instant. The leaden sky was low, and without notice, more snow like ember remnants began to fall again. Making the entire world between Heaven and Earth seem vast and endless. In the midst of this expanse, the exotic beast Dragon Horse's proud and heroic neigh suddenly turned into a pitiful wail. Both rider and horse, with their combined strength of over ten thousand pounds, were flipped over and crashed heavily to the ground causing a thunderous impact that sent the snow flying, their pained screams echoing as they struggled in vain, unable to move. Raging waves of energy swept through, with frost and snow flying. "Dammit!" "Damn tricky! Whoever wants it can go for it—I don't want it anymore..." The Ghost Owl Sword's face turned pale, as he screamed out and turned to run. Loud ringing and howling ensued. The Yin siblings also drew their weapons and retreated backward in flight, their expressions somewhat panicked yet not losing their composure. The two always traveled together and in terms of martial arts alone, they were not inferior to an ordinary Seventh Rank Martial Artist. If they joined forces, even among the elders of the three sects, they could still escape with their lives. They had just taken a few steps. Suddenly, they sensed a malicious wind coming from behind them. The strength of the attack was so great that, even before it reached them, it caused an excruciating sensation of being torn apart. Both were terribly frightened, and with their sword and knife embodying the intentions of Yin and Yang's completeness and deficiency, they slashed diagonally backward. A loud clashing sound ensued. The snow whirled up by the powerful Qi instantly exploded. In less than the time of a breath, the fierce airstream blew them back, making it impossible for them to hold onto their blades. Their faces turned white as they stumbled back, coughing up blood. Blood fell upon the white snow. With a whooshing sound, a dark crude iron heavy spear pierced the air waves and stabbed into the ground, its Qi force pulsating, trembling ceaselessly. Wang Anfeng soared into the air and then landed, lightly tapping the tail of the spear with his right foot. His Qi stretched long and, in the eyes of the onlookers, seemed to hang frozen in midair. The spear's blade had penetrated several inches deep into the ground. Taking advantage of the force, the young man's figure unfurled like rolling clouds, bursting forth. The man who arrived with the Yin siblings had already sat fallen, his face deathly pale. Had the spear's blade gone up by just an inch as it brushed past his nose, would he still be alive? As this thought crossed his mind, he was filled with a chilling sensation. And at that moment, as Wang Anfeng's sleeves fluttered, he had already swept across the airspace above the gaunt man. The latter, running wildly on the ground as if sensing something, suddenly rolled to the side with great force. The young man descended, his right foot lightly touching a patch of falling snow. Inner Strength circulated, entered the snow, then rolled back against his own Inner Qi. His figure, like the receding roll of clouds, leapt into the air again, and landed next to the Ghost Owl Sword. Snowflakes fell quietly, still as clear and sparkling as ever. Ghost Owl Sword let out a strange cry, pulled out his longsword from his waist, and stabbed at the young man. The fiercely cold sword edge, having pierced through countless throats, in an instant, lashed out hundreds of times, forming an almost tangible dark cyan sword shadow. In the blink of an eye, it was a life-snatching menace. Wang Anfeng stepped to the side. The sword edge merely grazed his shoulder. His body shifted, his expression still calm. He bent his right fingers and lightly tapped on Ghost Owl Sword's wrist. The latter felt a sudden, sharp pain in the acupoints of his forearm, cried out in agony, and could no longer grip his weapon. With a clang, it fell to the ground, humming incessantly. The young man's right hand brushed past like caressing clouds, striking Ghost Owl Sword's abdomen. Within a three-meter radius, the snow rolled back. A visible burst of Qi shot out from Ghost Owl Sword's back, causing the green pines to sway. The gaunt man's eyes bulged, his face ashen, as he coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood. It felt as though boundless surging Inner Strength, seemingly inexhaustible, had poured into his body from that casual strike, instantly breaking through several vital acupoints in his Inner Strength circuit. In a flash, he was injured both internally and externally. Wang Anfeng's palm vibrated, and the man spat out blood, flying backward into the courtyard. The latter, with exceptional qinggong, somehow managed to control his direction in midair, landing on the ground, staggering back two steps before stabilizing. Still, he couldn't help but half-kneel, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth to the ground. His feet landed precisely in the footprints. It was only then that he realized he had landed exactly where he had been standing earlier; not a step out of place. Ghost Owl Sword was skilled, but seeing this, his face turned deathly pale, feeling as if the vast snowy wilderness had settled directly into his very heart. His body stiffened, unable to move. At that moment, high above in the sky, the piercing calls of eagles resounded through the air. The sound of horseshoes thundered, sweeping across the frost and snow. Those who had come with the man earlier finally arrived late. But as soon as they arrived, they witnessed the scene that had just unfolded. The several people on horseback were immediately engulfed in deadly silence. The next moment, they turned their horses around like fleeing for their lives. Wang Anfeng stood still, his right hand brushing his waist. A dozen streaks of cold light shot out from the small pouch at his waist, tearing through the gloomy snowy sky like a direct thrust, embedding into the acupoints on the backs of those fleeing. The five or six martial artists suddenly stiffened, unable to coordinate well with their horses and tumbled down one by one. Read the latest on My Virtual Library Empire Wang Anfeng's move had not completely sealed their movements; these martial artists only felt an incessant itch in their bodies, rolling on the ground. The leader, a rather beautiful woman, struggled to look forward. In the sky, the cry of the eagle was deafening. The exotic beast, Flying Eagle, known for tracking the miracle medicines from Pharmacist Valley, circled and descended, revolving around the young man as if there was something extremely attractive on his arm, pecking incessantly. The woman's face had turned deathly pale as she said, "We, we were just passing by, we didn't mean to disturb the gentleman..." "If, if we have been a nuisance, please forgive us." This was because although the Inner Strength the woman cultivated was not designed for combat, it enhanced her hearing. Despite the considerable distance earlier, she had vaguely caught what the young man had said about not allowing reckless use of swords and spears in the school. At that moment, thinking that she had not entered it, she believed that the other party would probably feel embarrassed to make a move against her. She harbored a trace of hope. seaʀᴄh thё Nôvel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Yet in the vast snowy wind, the young man simply looked at her quietly. He extended his hand in a welcoming gesture, saying indifferently, "A guest comes from afar." "With such heavy snow outside, since you've arrived, why not come in and sit for a while?" "I also have some questions I'd like to ask you all, for instance..." "Where did you obtain this 'Thousand Li Drifting Cloud'." The woman's face turned pale, and she opened her mouth but dared not retort. She lowered her head, silent for a moment, then said haltingly, "It is..." "Senior..." PS: The first update is here...

Chapter 3 The Great Jianghu Turmoil (1/2)

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