I'm only one year old, what the hell is the counterattack system?

Chapter 444 Respectfully presented by Sword Cultivator Chen Yi (Please subscribe)
Uncle?

A person who can be addressed as "Uncle" by the immortal Yin Wuji is certainly no ordinary person.

Firstly, he must be a person from the realm of reincarnation.

Secondly, he must be a living person in the present world.

Only in this way could Yin Wuji's expression change drastically.

Seeing that tall and domineering figure blocking his way, Yin Wuji could no longer care about anything else.

His aura became even more ferocious, and when his fist swept out, he was like an arrow nocked on a bowstring.

Suddenly, it soared straight up the tall and magnificent outer wall of the gate.

Even if you are my uncle, you still can't stand in my way!

Yin Wuji's eyes blazed with fury as he stared intently at the illusory figure, and roared:

"Even if you are my most respected elder, I will never stop at your level!"

not only that.

At this moment, what Yin Wuji was thinking about most was that he absolutely could not stay in fourth place, otherwise he would be even worse than Yun Ze.

At least, at least—he should stand in third place in martial arts!
However, faced with such a powerful punch, the tall and slender phantom only extended one finger.

"The power of a domineering fist is not only reflected in your fist, but also in your own magnanimity and spirit."

"If you don't even understand this much, I wonder which of the realms of reincarnation you are descended from."

As he spoke, the figure sighed and gently pointed out with one finger, striking the strongest point in Yin Wuji's fist technique.

"The point of maximum force is also the point of weakness. If you break through this point, your punch will be as fragile as glass."

The voice remained calm and unchanging, yet it easily shattered Yin Wuji's punch, causing him to stop at the fourth position in the martial arts path.

Even if all that remains of his body is a jagged ravine, he can still only be ranked below the top three.

My fist can shatter the heavens—Yin Wuji!

Yin Wuji stared wide-eyed at the suddenly appearing line of text, his face contorting with a hint of ferocity.

This was completely different from what he had previously thought.

"I thought that after cultivating for so long, I had thoroughly grasped the Dao of Fist. Among all the talents in the world, throughout history, no one could be stronger than me. But why, Uncle... why..."

"Why have you never displayed such a domineering attitude in the Samsara Realm?"

Upon hearing this, the figure did not respond immediately, but instead stared at the name next to the fourth line of text.

"Yin Wuji? You are your elder brother's son."

"No wonder."

The figure smiled and shook his head, then looked at the somewhat distraught Yin Wuji and said:
"Although I do not know what happened to me in the realm of reincarnation, I can tell you that whether it is the way of fist, Confucianism, Taoism, or Buddhism, the word 'concealment' comes first."

"The path of martial arts lies not in fighting, but in 'concealing'. Even if you throw countless punches, I will remain invincible as long as I don't throw a single punch."

As soon as he finished speaking, two figures appeared on the two lines of text above.

One of them wore a robe with a wide-open chest, had a rugged and bold face, a full beard, and carried a wine gourd with him, looking like a wandering knight-errant.

The second figure was a woman in an elegant long robe, with beautiful features and flowing long hair.

The two men, one above the other, looked down at the crowd below, their gazes naturally falling on Yin Wuji.

The woman gave it a cold glance and then disappeared on her own, seemingly disdainful of speaking.

The burly man at the top laughed and said, "Yin Bai, your son is a bit immature."

The tall, slender figure cupped his hands in greeting and replied with a smile, "Brother Han Yu, please forgive me. This young man has been reckless and has spoiled the heroism of us martial artists."

"Bad? Not really, it's just a pity that there are only four fist intents left on this Kanbian Gate."

As the man named Han Yu spoke, he casually patted the ground beneath him and asked with a smile, "What do you think?"

Ok?
Just then, Chen Yi, who had been keeping the [Mask of Illusion] activated, felt a slight movement in his mind, and saw a large golden character float past before his eyes:
[At forty-six years old, having reached the pinnacle of the Celestial Realm, you directly confront the Kan Transformation Gate of the Ancient Dao Court's Myriad Realms Water Elemental Grand Priest, Marshal Tianpeng's Grotto-Heaven, using the [Mask of Illusion]. Reward: +10 Counterattack Points.]

[Since your comeback mission is not yet complete, the comeback points you gained will be converted into cultivation points.]

Chen Yi ignored the prompt and focused his gaze on the left side of the Kanbian Gate—on the seemingly unchanging wall made of Xuanjing metal, an extremely illusory figure flashed by.

Moreover, the figure was extremely faint, like mist or smoke, and was also very short, like a child.

Perhaps sensing Chen Yi's gaze, the figure seemed to glance over before disappearing again.

But along with it disappeared the walls that Yin Wuji had previously damaged, as well as the writings left by the predecessors who practiced martial arts.

It was as if Yin Wuji had never made a move.

However, the words "Breaking the Sky" that he left behind were clearly ranked fourth.

"hiss!"

Many powerful figures who understood what had happened couldn't help but look in astonishment at the figure at the very top of the boxing ring.

"Han Yu? Who is this senior?"

"He was clearly just leaving behind a trace of his fist intent, how could he possibly change what's happening in the present world? That wall was clearly destroyed by 'Linxian'!"

"Yes, this is the strangest place."

"How could such a miraculous change occur? Could Han Yu be the spirit of this Kanbian Gate?"

Most people were puzzled, but a few saw the true spirit of Kanbian Gate appear.

However, few of these people spoke up, keeping it a secret in their hearts, thinking about finding the treasure that might exist in this Kanbian Gate.

Chen Yi ignored all of that and looked at Han Yu, wondering about his ability to summon the spirit of the Kanbian Gate.

Think for a moment.

He asked, "Master Mu Zi, do you know Han Yu's identity?"

Although his voice wasn't loud, it didn't attract the attention of anyone except for Sword Maniac and other people from Xunwangtian.

Following the sound, Qingfeng looked at Zhao Muzi and Zhao Tianhe and asked, "Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, I also want to know if this Senior Han Yu is that strong?"

"Even though no one else is here, how could the Kanbian Gate be repaired?"

Qingfeng was the one who did not see the "Spirit of the Kan Transformation Gate," hence his question.

The Sword Maniac and Ah Lang beside him were roughly the same.

Only Xiao Liu'er saw the short, illusory "Spirit of the Kan Transformation Gate," so her gaze was fixed on Chen Yi, guessing that he had seen it too.

Zhao Muzi turned her head to look back, smiled and nodded: "This Han Yu is the guardian of Tianpeng Cave, a celestial general who followed Marshal Tianpeng in ancient times."

"His strength was not top-notch, but his mastery of boxing was enough to make him stand out on Mount Taizhou, and he was highly regarded by Marshal Tianpeng. Unfortunately, for unknown reasons, he passed away early, leaving behind only this boxing intent."

Chen Yi raised an eyebrow: "Died in ancient times?"

No wonder Han Yu was able to summon the "Spirit of Kanbian Gate"; it turns out he was originally from the Tianpeng Palace.

Zhao Muzi said with a touch of emotion, "He had already perished before the ancient times were annihilated, and I don't know the specifics of how."

"The reason I know these things is because I saw the records in the library inside this secret place when I explored the depths of this place years ago."

"If you wish to investigate further, you can visit the Tianpeng Palace after you have entered the inner sanctum. However, please remember that those books are treasures of the Tianpeng Palace. It is fine to look at them inside, but if you try to take them out, you will surely be crushed by the great formation."

Chen Yi nodded upon hearing this, silently noting it down. He would look for the library after venturing deeper into the secret realm.

As for whether he can bring out those classic texts... he is least afraid of attacks from large formations or the like.

If those books were useful, he could have emptied this place out of everything.

Qingfeng, Jianchi, and the others standing to the side nodded seriously, but their focus inevitably shifted after hearing what Zhao Muzi said.

One by one, they began asking about the treasures they could obtain, or any fortuitous encounters or lucky breaks.

Zhao Muzi shared her knowledge without reservation, offering guidance in detail. Finally, she said, "However, you don't need to force it. If you can get the opportunity, then do so; if you can't, then don't force it."

"This secret realm is unpredictable and ever-changing. Being too persistent will inevitably lead to unforeseen dangers. The most important thing is to ensure your own safety."

"Thank you, Taoist Master."

Just as Chen Yi and the others were discussing the treasures and opportunities within the secret realm of Tianpeng Palace, Yin Wuji had already landed back on the ground, his expression revealing his dejection.

This time, his fist only ranked fourth, even worse than Yun Ze's previous performance, which inevitably made him feel resentful. After a moment of silence, Yin Wuji's arrogance diminished slightly, and he took a deep breath, tilting his head back and saying:
“Uncle, I will ask you for your guidance again when I return to the Realm of Reincarnation.”

The tall, slender figure named Yin Bai'a nodded and said with a smile:

"Every path of cultivation has its strengths and weaknesses. You can choose to take the path of dominance, but remember, too much rigidity leads to breakage!"

"Thank you for your guidance, sir."

After that, Yin Wuji stopped speaking, bowed, and silently walked towards the door, clearly unwilling to linger there.

At this moment, one of the Confucian and Taoist sages in the Yuelu region spoke up:

"So this is 'Linxian'. He's only ranked fourth in the martial arts. I thought he was stronger because he was so domineering. But he's still not as good as my Yunze."

A scholar standing nearby smiled and nodded, "Too much rigidity leads to breakage; what that senior said is true."

Yunze frowned slightly upon hearing this, but seeing that everyone around him was either his elder or fellow disciple, he let them speak.

Hearing these words, Yin Wuji, who was already somewhat displeased, became annoyed. He suddenly stopped, turned around, and stared directly at the group.

"I'll be waiting for you deep within the secret realm!"

After saying that, he walked through the door without looking back.

Only that chilling killing intent lingered faintly outside the Kanbian Gate, causing many powerful figures to feel apprehensive.

The expression of the person from the Yuelu Realm who had previously provoked them also changed somewhat.

Yunze looked at him and shook his head: "Senior brothers, follow me closely from now on. Although Yin Wuji's martial arts skills are not as good as the three seniors, his strength is still not weak."

"Thank you, junior brother..."

Seeing this, the many powerful figures around them exchanged glances, and smiles inevitably appeared on their faces, probably because they all wanted to see a good show.

“Sage Yunze is right. The ranking of those who left their names at the Kanbian Gate does not represent their strength. Just based on the domineering power of ‘Linxian’s’ punch just now, ninety percent of the people present could not have stopped it.”

"Even the Sage Yunze would probably have to struggle."

"yes……"

As discussions arose, and as Yunze and Yin Wuji made their moves, the other prodigies followed suit.

Buddhist and Taoist disciples stepped forward to leave some Buddhist scriptures, but they didn't even make it into the top ten.

Led by the "Old Demon King," the people from the Demon Realm went to the far right corner, where they challenged many evil spirits, only to be defeated and left looking disheveled.

The Taoist lineage naturally exists as well, but the practices of the Taoists are varied, including Taoist methods and Qimen Dunjia. It is very difficult to find a piece of neatly arranged handwriting left by a Taoist.

Urged on by Jian Chi and the others, Chen Yi followed them to the left side of Kanbian Gate and met up with Lei Jingming and the others.

Qingfeng, Alang, and Xiaoliu followed as well.

Only the two Taoist priests, Zhao Muzi and Zhao Tianhe, stood still, watching from afar.

"Third Senior Brother, how about it? Would you like to go up and demonstrate your swordsmanship?"

Sword Maniac chuckled and said, "As one of the few holy sites of swordsmanship on Mount Taizhou, wouldn't we be ridiculed if we didn't leave our mark here?"

Lei Jingming glared at him: "You're going too?"

"Third senior brother, you're making things difficult for me. You know perfectly well that my cultivation and sword skills are insufficient, and I still can't even break through that wall."

"otherwise……"

Sword Maniac's eyes darted around, and he pointed at Chen Yi beside him, saying, "How about letting Yi-ge go first?"

Lei Jingming glanced at Chen Yi, who was smiling gently, and shook his head, saying, "Never mind, let's go first."

It wasn't that he was afraid Chen Yi's swordsmanship was too powerful and would overshadow those seniors, but rather that he was worried that after witnessing Chen Yi's swordsmanship, he and the other talented individuals from Sword Dao Heaven, whose strength was sufficient, would no longer have the desire to draw their swords.

Therefore, after Lei Jingming finished speaking, he gestured for the three genius disciples above the sixth level of supernatural power beside him to step forward together.

"Brother Chen, wait a moment. We'll go and give it a try first."

Chen Yi smiled and nodded: "Brother Lei, please feel free to do as you please."

Seeing Lei Jingming standing under the Kanbian Sect with three junior disciples of the Sword Dao, his gaze once again fell upon the inscription left on the wall.

To be precise, it landed on "Chen Liang," which was ranked first.

"Alone I sit atop the clouds in eternal solitude, the three feet of paper in my palm hold the will of Heaven."

From this single sentence and the sharp, incisive words, Chen Yi could see the sword cultivator's unwavering dedication to his own sword path.

It's roughly the case that with a single sword strike, all things are annihilated.

As he watched, Chen Yi couldn't help but think of himself—the sword path of killing to stop killing, he didn't seem to feel that he had that kind of dedication to the sword.

In his eyes, however, no swordsmanship could hide its true nature.

After a while.

Chen Yi smiled wryly and stopped thinking about swordsmanship.

For him, whether his swordsmanship is strong or weak doesn't matter, as long as he can ultimately achieve his goal.

He then looked at Lei Jingming and the others.

In fact, before they arrived, several sword cultivators had already tried to attack below the words left by the senior sword masters on that wall.

The result was similar to that of other Dao Realm cultivators who used supernatural powers and divine intent.

No one can match the heights of Yunze and Yin Wuji.

"That statement is absolutely true. The ancients may be ancient, but that doesn't mean their Dao realm was weak."

As Chen Yi pondered this, he watched Lei Jingming and the others make their move.

First, three young disciples tried, and the best one only reached the twenty-third position.

When it was Lei Jingming's turn, his expression was already solemn.

At this moment, he represents not himself, but the inheritance of the Sword Dao Heaven, and is the role model for his generation of sword cultivators. The pressure is immense.

soon.

As Lei Jingming thrust out his sword, the divine sword intent he inherited from the Sword Dao Ancestor rose from the bottom up, reaching the tenth position.

On that golden wall, a phrase was left: "The Way of the Sword is the Essence of Emotion."

Seeing this, Lei Jingming couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He led a few juniors back and said with a wry smile:
"Our sword cultivators have produced many outstanding predecessors, including many ancestors of the Sword Dao Heaven. We are truly no match for them."

Sword fanatic looked curiously at the writing on the wall and asked, "Is there someone from our Sword Dao Heaven? Which one?"

"Both the fourth and the seventh are correct."

As he spoke, Lei Jingming looked at Chen Yi and gestured for him to enter. "Brother Yi, please give me your guidance."

Chen Yi nodded, and without refusing, stepped forward alone.

Sword Maniac laughed and shouted, "Brother Yi, don't hold back!"

Ah Lang, always eager for drama, chimed in, "Brother Yi, that Senior Chen Liang also shares the surname 'Chen,' he's not necessarily better than you."

Upon hearing this, Qingfeng and Xiaoliu couldn't help but criticize them, "You two, don't put pressure on Yi-ge'er."

"Don't worry, don't worry, Yi-ge'er has seen it all..."

When Xun Wangtian and his companions spoke, it naturally attracted the attention of the surrounding cultivators.

Many people are familiar with Chen Yi, the "Azure Dragon Sword Immortal," and his performance naturally attracts attention.

"I almost forgot, this Azure Dragon Sword Immortal's talent is no less than that of Yunze and 'Linxian'. I wonder where his swordsmanship ranks."

"third?"

"Fifth, although his swordsmanship is fierce and deadly, there are many senior swordsmen, and it is no worse than fist fighting. It is difficult for the Azure Dragon Sword Immortal to have the momentum of 'approaching immortality'."

"You'll see when you look..."

Chen Yi ignored the murmurs behind him, rested his hand on the Spring Rain Sword, looked up for a moment, and then spoke:

"Respectfully submitted by sword cultivator Chen Yi."

(End of this chapter)