Beichen Sword Sect's Headmaster's Secret Records

Chapter 352 Slaying the Dragon at Jushui
"This kid's got a bit of a screw loose..."

Huangfu Yi, who said he was going up the mountain to pick some leaves, actually brought back a human head. The Lingwu soldiers were all amazed and secretly admired his awesomeness.

"Why did you bring this thing back? There's no money to reward you for it."

Guo Aman stared curiously at the Taoist boy whose eyes bulged out, face was distorted, and who had died a gruesome death. He poked the drooping, bluish-purple tongue with the scabbard of his knife.

"Hiss... Some demons... Huff... Their heads are cut off, yet they can still live... Huff... If you move them further away, they'll die... Huff... I've tied the rope back up..."

Huangfu Yi took out a handful of leaves and handed them to Aman. He inhaled the cold air, clutched his ribs, and sat down to recover his energy, his face covered in cold sweat.

The young Taoist looked young, but his skill was truly astonishing. A single finger thrust pierced through three layers of armor, broke a rib, and directly injured his lung. With the slightest exertion, half of his body was in excruciating pain; it was a struggle for him to even walk. If they were to engage in a direct confrontation, he would likely be in mortal danger after only two moves.

Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to know much about fighting. When he was suddenly attacked, he hurriedly got up and even tripped over his own robe, which gave Huangfu Yi the opportunity to knock him over and kill him. Now, thinking about it, he felt a little scared.

"Hmph, showing off. Lift up your clothes."

Old Feng had already rubbed the wound medicine and medicated wine on his hands, then pressed them against Huangfuyi's wound to stop the bleeding and disinfect it. He also immobilized the broken bone and hastily bandaged it up.

Sun Tiezhu remained silent, put his arm around Huangfuyi's shoulder and helped him up, and then the team continued their journey, heading north towards Suolongjing.

"Huh...huh..."

"Stop breathing."

Sun Tiezhu suddenly spoke, glancing at the head that Huangfuyi had tied to his waist.

"He injured your lungs and internal organs, sealed your Qi channels, and let Daoist energy enter your body, damaging your tendons and meridians. You will not be able to circulate your energy for three months."

Huangfu Yi looked at him.

"You practice Qi cultivation?"

Sun Tiezhu nodded.

Huangfu Yi swallowed hard, enduring the pain.
"Thank you... Phew... I'm alright..."

Sun Tiezhu hesitated for a moment, then said in a muffled voice,
"You're from the Fire Department, right?"

Huangfu Yi was startled, realizing he had somehow revealed the secrets of the Imperial Guard, and couldn't help but cough.

After waiting for him to calm down for a while, Sun Tiezhu spoke calmly.
"The techniques of the Fire Department are mostly fierce and intense, with immense power, but they also have many hidden dangers. If used for a long time, they will cause a host of hidden illnesses and there is always the risk of sudden death. Be careful."

"Thank you for telling me..."

After all, it was a family secret technique, so how could Huangfu Yi not know about the hidden dangers and ailments?

Yes, although the Immortal Venerable has already proven that the Gang Fist is invincible, and body cultivators can fully master it and become unbeatable, even shattering the void with their fists to ascend to immortality, this doesn't mean that the Gang Fist has no technique whatsoever. It just means that even the Immortal Venerable, with his wild, unrestrained punches, can shatter the void, and normally, dealing with mere demon gods and monster ancestors, a few light punches to the chest would be enough.

Therefore, the twenty-eight constellations of the Celestial Palace, guarding the military headquarters in the four directions of east, west, south, and north, naturally had a proper lineage of cultivation and weapon-training methods. This is known as the Plague Fire Thunder Fighting, the four orthodox methods of the Gangquan Fighting Qi combat technique.

The Huangfu family had been stationed in the western garrison for generations, so the Fire Division combat techniques were naturally a family tradition. Huangfu Yi had long since memorized them, but his cultivation was still in its early stages, and his foundation was not yet solid. At most, he could only reach the sixteenth level of Qi, far from meeting the requirements for releasing Qi externally to perform combat techniques. Unexpectedly, Tie Zhu saw through it at a glance.

The world is indeed full of talented people... It's just a pity that most of these talented people keep their abilities hidden, and none of them are willing to make a move. Alas...

Getting back to the main point, the Dragon-Locking Well is located on the banks of the Ju River to the north. There used to be a village there, and the well was built later. However, the village has long been abandoned. It is said that it was emptied overnight. No one knows whether it was eaten by a demonic dragon or slaughtered by bandits. In any case, no one lived there for many years, so the old Taoist priest used it to imprison the dragon.

Following the village road, crossing the mountain ridge, and before even seeing the village, one could hear the roars of dragons and the howls of beasts in the distance, the earth shaking and the mountains trembling, as if some ferocious beast was struggling desperately beneath one's feet, as if the earth dragon was about to break free from its seal at any moment.

However, Lingwu's soldiers are quite interesting. They are extremely wary of gods, ghosts, demons, and magic, but they are not afraid of giant monsters like flying dragons and tigers at all.

The group chatted and laughed all the way, discussing how if the demonic dragon broke free, they should just kill it, skin it, pull out its tendons, and divide it among themselves, so they could also taste the dragon's flesh and gall. They spoke with certainty, not as if they were just bragging. They probably didn't care about anything that could be killed with their powerful fist techniques.

Unfortunately, although they were eager to try it, they didn't get to enjoy it. The dragon had clearly not escaped its predicament. As soon as they reached the village entrance, they heard the sound of chains rattling from the well.

"Have a drink of water, take a break, and we'll head back to the city later."

Old Feng saw that it was getting dark, so he led his team into the village. After passing the archway at the village entrance, which was covered with yellow paper talismans, the group felt a little more at ease and rested by the well.

Guo Aman fetched water and handed it to Huangfu Yi.
"Come on, Brother Bai, try the taste of Dragon Soup."

Huangfu Yi was also curious at the time.
"Can we drink this water freely?"

"Why can't we drink it? If we couldn't drink it, then that dragon would have died long ago."

Sun Tiezhu nodded as well.

"The water is mixed with dragon's saliva and dragon's blood, which is very beneficial to our cultivation as body refiners. It can be considered a little benefit given by that old Taoist."

Therefore, although patrolling at night is hard work, everyone will still come over for a drink of water.

"I see. No wonder..."

Who told the celestial soldiers to be so greedy, only acting when there's something to gain...?

Huangfu Yi drank a bowl and found that the well water did have a strange taste, as if it was mixed with rust. However, since he had been used to eating all kinds of demon and beast meat in the north, he could not say that it was unpleasant to drink.

But today was destined to be eventful; the fact that the Dragon Locking Well was unharmed didn't mean tonight would be peaceful. Before the Spirit Warriors could even rest, a cloud of pink mist suddenly appeared from afar, stretching across the sky and landing directly in front of the village in the blink of an eye. It spread out instantly, creating a thick fog that enveloped the entire village.

The soldiers weren't blind, and they knew something was up again. They immediately jumped up, drew their bows and arrows, and formed a circular formation with shields and halberds.

"Who is coming!"

The pinkish mist lingered at the village entrance, seemingly deterred by the talisman, before dissipating. A fragrant breeze filled the air, and then, amidst the misty haze, a graceful figure emerged, her lotus-like feet light and swaying.

This was a woman, past her prime, yet still possessing a captivating charm. Her skin was as smooth and supple as jade, almost translucent, and her oval face was exquisitely flawless, breathtakingly beautiful. Her eyebrows resembled distant mountains, her phoenix eyes were slightly upturned, her expression languid, her gaze naturally alluring. Her nose was straight and elegant, her rouge a delicate, tempting color, and her two lips parted slightly, revealing a row of pearly white teeth, moist and glistening, alluring to the eye. Her black hair was styled in a high bun, adorned with a jade hairpin shaped like a lotus flower, the tip of which held a pink lotus blossom.

She wore a light pink silk skirt that cinched her waist and revealed most of her collarbone. The skirt was thin and light, with undulating curves that were sometimes as slender as a willow branch, seemingly delicate enough to be grasped in one hand, and sometimes as arched as a full moon, towering into the clouds. On the semi-transparent silk skirt, flesh-colored lotus flowers were visible, appearing and disappearing with her breath and rising and falling with her steps.

It was a decadent atmosphere, spreading like the fragrance of lotus blossoms, with enchanting whispers that soothed to the bone. Every glance and movement was captivating, every gesture alluring and mesmerizing.

The men stared in disbelief, their mouths went dry, their bodies felt hot, and they were panting heavily, unable to move.

The woman showed no shame, letting a group of men stare intently at her slender figure. She walked all the way to the village entrance, stopping beneath the archway adorned with talismans. Hands on her hips, eyebrows raised, she parted her delicate lips and let out a soft, melodious whisper.
"Which boy harmed me?"

The soldiers instinctively turned their heads to look at the boy blocking their way.

Knowing that his enemies had come looking for him, Huangfu Yi forced himself to stand up.

Unexpectedly, Sun Tiezhu pinned him to the ground, stepped forward with an iron spear in hand to block his path, and coldly shouted,

"Witch! How dare you trespass into the forbidden area of ​​Emei! A lifetime of cultivation is not easy, I advise you not to seek your own death!"

"Ha. Emei. A hermit of the mountains and fields, spouting nonsense."

The woman chuckled softly, her eyes revealing disdain.

"What? You dare harm my Yufeng Tower's servant boy, but you don't have the guts to face the consequences? Coward!" Huangfu Yi immediately became enraged, leaning on his bow as he stood up and raised the servant boy's head.
"I'll take responsibility for my own actions! Bring it on if you dare!"

Sun Tiezhu glared at him, grabbed Huangfuyi and threw him into the circular formation, then held his long spear horizontally to block the village entrance.

"Nonsense! You'll have to get past me first!"

"Hey, what's wrong with Tiezhu today? Why is he so agitated?"

"Hey, you're getting excited seeing women, aren't you?"

"Ah, but this woman, tsk tsk, she's got some flavor, hehe."

"Hehehe. Yes, yes, I think this beep beep beep is also beep beep beep."

"Yeah, yeah, this beeping is really beeping."

The woman seemed unconcerned by the group of thugs' encrypted communication, their eyes gleaming with malice, eager to make their move. She gave a cold laugh, sized Sun Tiezhu up and down, pinched her slender fingers together, made a hand seal, and then stomped half of her jade-like leg out from under her skirt, her embroidered shoe landing on the ground.

"Shaking mountains and shaking the earth."

Sun Tiezhu roared in horror.
"spread!!"

"boom!"

In an instant, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, the mountains and rivers changed color, the ground shook and the sky collapsed and the earth caved in!

The earth cracked open like a chasm! From the spot where her jade feet had stepped, the chasm burst open like a serpent! It instantly tore the entire village in two, leveling it to the ground! Houses collapsed one after another, and even the archways and gate towers crumbled! The runes and magic seals were blown away and scattered by this terrifying roar!

But that's not the most fatal thing...

"Ow-!!"

A dragon's roar echoed through the heavens!

"boom!"

Explosion again! The village, which had just been destroyed in an instant by the witch's magic, was once again blasted away by the strange force from the ground!

"Crash!"

With the clanging of chains, a demonic aura surged! Demonic light shone everywhere! Blood gushed into the sky!
A single horn! Fangs! Crocodile jaws! Amidst the deafening roar and upheaval, the head of a dragon as large as a city wall emerged from the well! Its bright yellow demonic eyes gazed at the full moon in the sky! A long, mournful howl erupted! It shook heaven and earth! It moved even the gods and ghosts to tears!
By this time, the Lingwu soldiers had already been shaken and scattered everywhere, some buried in the ground and others lying on the ground. When they saw the giant dragon that broke out of the seal, they were all paralyzed and stunned on the spot.

"Take the talisman!! Slay the dragon!!"

But at that moment, Sun Tiezhu leaped into the air! He raised the scattered talismans high, slammed them against his long spear, and charged straight at the dragon, his energy flowing through his body! The spear struck directly! It hit the dragon's eye!

"Heavenly Dragon-Slaying Spear!!"

"Bang!!"

"Ow—!"

Like shattered glass! The dragon's eye was pierced by the long spear! Demonic blood gushed out! It drenched Tie Zhu's body and face!
"Aaaaaah!"

The dragon cried out in pain, swung its claws, and sent Sun Tiezhu flying ten feet away! It opened its fangs and bloody mouth and bit at him, but suddenly, with a "clang!" the chain snapped, and it was pulled back by the dragon-locking chain!
It's still sealed! Strike while the iron is hot!
"Form ranks!! Slay the dragon!!"

Old Feng roared at the top of his lungs!
"sudden--!!"

"Slaughter! Slaughter! Slaughter!!"

So the warriors, who had been scattered all over the ground and were wearing heavy armor, got up one after another, like the undead souls of the battlefield. They picked up the glittering talismans around them and charged at the dragon that was pinned to the ground and could not move, with bows and crossbows, swords, or clubs.
"Slaughter! Slaughter! Slaughter!!"

Swords cleaved, axes slashed, hammers pounded, and halberds thrust—as if they had foreseen this day, the military equipment imbued with Emei Daoist talismans transformed into sharp blades and divine weapons! The normally impervious scales of the dragon were now like paper, smashed to pieces by the chaotic blows and hammers, shattering everywhere, with demonic blood and dragon essence splattering wildly! The warriors, their killing intent soaring to the heavens and their bodies covered in blood, were slashed down, turning them into ghosts and gods!
"Ow—!"

The dragon roared! It struggled! It rolled! It howled! But it was all in vain!
Because Gangquan is designed to fight monsters like this!

You think you're so big? You think you're so huge? You think you're so thick? Well then, if I throw a punch at you, you fucking dodge it!

Fourteen soldiers! Fourteen pairs of powerful fists! We are determined to blast this scoundrel to smithereens!
"Slaughter! Slaughter! Slaughter!!"

Amidst the roaring battle cries, the dragon was pinned to the ground and brutally beaten by fourteen burly men, while Huangfu Yi, drawing on his local hunting experience, pounced on the dragon's spine and roared with fury.

The bow had been knocked away somewhere, so he simply activated the Sixteen Force Fist, tore open the reversed dragon scale, and used that dragon scale as a shovel to desperately chisel into the spine.

His injuries were certainly not healed yet. In fact, every breath, every movement, every strike was excruciating, piercing to the very marrow of his bones, almost killing him! But the pain and the power of the Gangquan were irrelevant!

No matter how painful, tired, or exhausted you are in battle, you can still unleash the Gangquan!

Whether you use a knife, an axe, or a sword, you can use Gangquan!

This is a unique skill that is invincible in the midst of death and suffering on the battlefield, ignoring pain and danger!

It is an invincible combat technique that the Immortal Venerable comprehended from endless slaughter and boundless suffering!

boom!
boom!
boom!
boom!
"Die! Die!"

"Crack!"

"Aaaaaah—!"

Amidst the crisp sound of bones cracking and the mournful roar of the dragon, Huangfu Yi severed the dragon's spine.

The enormous demon, now like a dead snake, lay limp and twisted in the blood-soaked pit, utterly powerless to resist. Its remaining single eye could only watch as the soldiers of Lingwu continued to fight, tear, and bite, wreaking havoc on its body, tearing it to pieces, scattering its bones to ashes, until it was finally utterly obliterated and reduced to ashes.

"Tsk, the Celestial Palace... its fate is not yet over..."

The woman stood outside the village the whole time, neither breaking the seal nor participating in the dragon-slaying. She just watched as a group of men roared and beat the dragon to death with their fists.

Then she stopped calculating with her fingertips, took a light step, and in the next instant, celestial clouds brushed her face and the fragrance of lotus blossoms filled the air as she landed in front of Huangfu Yi.

"Since you killed one of my boys, you must return one to me."

"You dare, you witch!"

Sun Tiezhu roared, drew his spear, leaped into the air, and thrust it at the demoness!

"boom!"

The woman didn't even glance at him. With a flick of her arm, she sent the burly man, who was wearing a suit of armor weighing dozens of kilograms, flying even further than when Long had struck him earlier, shattering his armor and scattering it across the ground.

Without even glancing at the soldiers around her, she kicked her foot, causing her skirt to flutter. Thousands of silk ribbons sprouted from beneath her skirt, binding Huangfu Yi like a dumpling and dragging him into her silk skirt.

Then, with a light touch of her lotus feet, she rose into the air, riding the clouds, and in an instant transformed into a cloud of pink, heading straight south.

(End of this chapter)