Yefutidaolu

Chapter 411 Awakening
Damaged by alcohol and women? Impossible, absolutely impossible!
The person in front of me is clearly a martial artist with a solid foundation and whose vital energy should be incredibly abundant!
Judging from his physical strength, he has definitely been through countless trials and tribulations. How could he possibly look like he has been drained of his body and energy by wine and women?

What's even more paradoxical is that if one's mind is truly clouded and one's vital energy is depleted, how could one possibly radiate such pure and forty-foot-high divine light? This divine light cannot be faked; it is a direct manifestation of one's mind, will, and spiritual clarity!

A debauched man could not possibly possess such skill.

"Yin and yang injuries coexist? Yin and yang are combined? Both internal and external are in decline, yet divine light shines on its own... Strange, strange..." Shui Wuyai withdrew his hand, looking at the unconscious Gao Jian, his eyes flickering uncertainly.

This situation was completely unprecedented for him and defied all the common sense of spiritual practice.

That divine light seemed like water without a source, a tree without roots, yet it truly existed.

"Yin-Yang combined injury?" Upon hearing this term, Wang Gang, who was standing nearby, showed a thoughtful expression on his rugged face, stroking his chin. "It sounds familiar... I feel like I've heard something similar before..."

However, he was, after all, a pure martial artist, and did not have a deep understanding of the medical principles of Qi cultivators or the Yin-Yang dialectics within the body. He couldn't recall where he had heard of it for a while, but he felt that the description of the symptoms had a peculiar sense of déjà vu.

Unable to recall, he gave up and said directly to Shui Wuyai, "I don't understand these intricacies. Since you can't figure it out for now, and you think it's useful, why not wake him up and ask him? Or just search his soul? Don't waste your time here; this place is no benevolent place."

His suggestion was simple and direct, and it represented the thoughts of most of the powerful families behind him. They didn't really care why Gao Jian was so insightful; they only cared about what value he could provide and how to handle things in the most convenient way.

Shui Wuyai glanced at Wang Gang, his mind filled with countless doubts, but he knew this was not the time to delve into them. His gaze returned to Gao Jian, a subtle glint in his eyes.

“Very well.” Shui Wuyai straightened up and gestured to a ninth-realm Shui family elder behind him who was skilled in water therapy. “Use the Water Essence Dew to keep him alive and bring him back to his senses. I will question him myself.”

A ninth-realm cultivator from the Shui family stepped forward as instructed. He was well-versed in the Water Element Healing Technique, and a soft, pale blue light emanated from his palm, as if it contained a clear spring. He gently pressed it against Gao Jian's chest. The pure and gentle Water Element spiritual energy, like a trickle, carefully seeped into Gao Jian's depleted meridians and damaged internal organs, nourishing his life force and attempting to awaken his dormant physical functions.

Nourished by the Water Spirit Dew, Gao Jian's hideous wounds began to heal slowly at a visible speed, and his charred right arm regained some color. Although the internal injuries were far from healed, at least his appearance was no longer so horrifying, and his breathing became slightly more stable, no longer like a candle flickering in the wind.

However, the expression on the face of the ninth-realm expert from the Shui family who was performing the spell gradually changed from composure to surprise and uncertainty, even showing a hint of disbelief. He suddenly raised his head to look at Shui Wuyai, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly:

"Ancestor, this is a brilliant insight, a brilliant insight—"

"What's wrong? Why are you stammering?" Shui Wuyai frowned, somewhat impatient.

Others also cast curious glances.

“He…he is at the seventh realm!” the ninth realm cultivator said hurriedly.

"Nonsense!" someone nearby immediately scoffed. "The difference in their auras is obvious. We're not blind; we can naturally see that he has entered the seventh realm."

Judging a cultivator's level of cultivation is not difficult for these high-level cultivators, as they can roughly determine it by observing the energy field and life force naturally emanating from their bodies.

Of course, this can only give a general idea. The specific acupoints opened, and the foundation used to open them, are infinitely varied and cannot be fully explained. This is due to each person's background and is extremely difficult to predict.

There are only three possibilities if you want to guess it.

First, the other party will tell you themselves; second, they will allow you to explore freely and do whatever you want, checking the opening status of your own acupoints.

The third method involves guessing your situation through external manifestations, such as rebirth through blood dripping or martial arts divine intent.

The first two types of things generally don't happen to people you don't trust, so getting a foot in someone's shoes is still a secret. As for the third type, well, that depends on your own abilities.

For this reason, Gao Jian's situation has remained unknown to outsiders.

At this moment, as this ninth-realm cultivator was treating Gao Jian, his water elemental spiritual energy penetrated deep into Gao Jian's body, naturally allowing him to sense the distribution of his injuries, the flow of his qi and blood, and... the condition of his acupoints!
He originally just wanted to get better treatment, but he inadvertently glimpsed a scene that shocked him to his core!

"Ancestor! It's not a matter of cultivation level!" The ninth-realm cultivator's voice was urgent, filled with barely suppressed shock. "It's...it's his Divine Gate! This person's Divine Gate...it's only the Niwan point that's open!"

"Hmm?" Shui Wuyai was taken aback at first, then dismissed it. "What's so strange about that? He mainly cultivates martial arts, his physical body is strong, but his cultivation of the Divine Gate is lagging behind. It's possible that he's only opened one aperture..."

It is common knowledge that martial artists focus on the physical acupoints and meridians, while Qi cultivators emphasize the cultivation of the spiritual gates.

"It's not a delay! Ancestor!" The ninth-realm cultivator almost shouted out loud. He was so excited that his hand, which was maintaining the healing spell, trembled slightly. "He... he successfully opened the Divine Gate while only opening the Niwan Aperture!"

These words came out like a thunderclap from a clear sky!

The previously noisy scene instantly fell silent!

All eyes instantly focused on Gao Jian, filled with disbelief and horror!
He successfully unlocked the divine gate by opening just one aperture?!

They didn't suspect the Shui family of lying; how could someone at the Ninth Realm lie so easily?
However, this completely overturned the ironclad rules of the cultivation world!
As everyone knows, the prerequisite for opening the Divine Gate is to at least open three apertures of the Divine Gate and form a preliminary cycle in order to activate spiritual energy and knock on the door of the Divine Gate! This is the foundation of cultivation, common sense, and an unchanging truth throughout the ages! Opening the Divine Gate with only one aperture? Unheard of! It's simply like a fantasy!
"What?!" Even the usually composed Wang family patriarch, Wang Gang, widened his eyes in shock and disbelief. He took a step forward, his thick finger pointing directly at Gao Jian's brow. A more domineering yet cautious surge of martial arts energy entered Gao Jian's body. He wanted to personally verify this astonishing claim!
However, just as Wang Gang's internal energy entered Gao Jian's body—

Gao Jian, who had been lying unconscious on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes after his eyelashes trembled violently a few times!
At first, there was some confusion and weakness in those eyes, but it was instantly replaced by cold vigilance and sharpness!

The Water Essence Dew finally took effect, forcibly waking him from his deep coma and self-repair. What he saw when he opened his eyes was a group of top cultivators from Cangzhou, led by Shui Wuyai and Wang Gang, with different expressions, surrounding him.

Their eyes met, and the atmosphere instantly solidified.

The next instant, the confusion in Gao Jian's eyes vanished, replaced by two cold stars! Though his body was severely injured, his mind moved first! The rusty knife that Wang Gang had considered ordinary iron emitted a low hum, and without him even making a move, the blade flashed like lightning in a dark room, tearing through the air and slicing straight at Shui Wuya's slender neck!
fast!
This strike was unlike anything a critically wounded, dying person could unleash; it was as swift as a venomous dragon that had been lying in wait for a long time—once it strikes, blood will surely follow!
Wang Gang's gaze darkened, and the fighting instincts of a tenth-realm martial artist acted before his thoughts even began!

He held out his hand.

However, instead of blocking the blade's flash, he suddenly grabbed Shui Wuyai's shoulder and pulled him backward, while his other hand seemingly casually reached forward—

Ding!
A clear and melodious metallic clang rang out, echoing in the deathly silence of hell, sounding particularly jarring.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Gang's two fingers precisely clamped the blade of the rusty knife!
The rusty knife had lost all its sharpness and was firmly held in place by two fingers, unable to go any further!

"A mere seventh realm cultivator dares to attack a tenth realm cultivator?" Wang Gang's tone was calm, as if he were merely pinching a falling leaf. With a slight exertion of his fingers, an overwhelming force was transmitted through the blade, threatening to shatter Gao Jian's arm.

The brute strength of a tenth-realm martial artist, their control over qi and blood, and their meticulous manipulation of qi and blood far surpass that of a seventh-realm martial artist!

Shui Wuyai, who was standing to the side, only realized what was happening at this moment, and a bead of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

He was no ordinary fighter; a tenth-realm Qi cultivator possessed powerful divine sense, swift spellcasting, and was no weakling in close combat. However, the speed of Gao Jian's strike just now had exceeded his warning limits! If it weren't for Wang Gang, a martial arts expert and killer, being right beside him with an absurdly fast reaction, he probably would have suffered a minor loss.

As a Qi cultivator, his speed is actually quite fast. Among the many cultivation schools, Qi cultivators are already among the best at both close combat and magic.

However, he couldn't keep up with the martial artist in front of him.

Close-quarters combatants are a nightmare for all cultivators.

'This kid…' Shui Wuyai's eyes turned completely gloomy.

But in the next instant, another unexpected event occurred!
Gao Jian's wrist, gripping the knife, suddenly flicked, twisted, and lifted! The movement was small and exquisite, like a fish swaying its tail or a willow swaying in the wind. Wang Gang immediately felt as if the blade between his fingers had become a slippery loach, or as if he had stirred up a pool of spring water. The fierce force he had emitted was cleverly deflected and neutralized!

Not only that, but a sharper, more concentrated force with a penetrating quality surged up his fingers, causing his finger bones to go slightly numb!
"Huh?!" Wang Gang exclaimed softly, as his two fingers were actually pried open by this skillful force!
It's this tiny gap!
Gao Jian moved with the blade, becoming almost one with it, advancing like a ghost! The rusty blade trailed a dark arc of light, no longer a straight slash, but transformed into countless afterimages of dots, smears, flicks, and stabs, covering Wang Gang's major acupoints like a storm!
Each strike was cunning and ruthless, aimed directly at vital points, and contained an extremely refined martial arts spirit!
"Good lad! Interesting!" Wang Gang was not surprised but delighted, his eyes blazing with a burning light, as if he had seen a priceless treasure! "All of you step back! I'll personally test my skills against him! I want to see just how much he's hiding!"

He was increasingly pleased by the strength he encountered. Gao Jian's swordsmanship, power, and strange divine intent, which far surpassed the understanding of the seventh realm, completely ignited his fighting spirit. He was determined to extract this kid's secrets inch by inch from his fists, feet, swords, and blades!

Upon hearing this, Shui Wuyai immediately led everyone in a flying retreat, leaving a large open space. He knew Wang Gang's martial arts fanatic nature all too well, and it would be unwise to stop him now. It would be a good opportunity for Wang Gang to test the limits of this brilliant idea.

In the center of the battlefield, the two were completely locked in combat!
Wang Gang abandoned his contempt. Although he did not use his full strength, his every move revealed the terrifying power of a tenth-realm martial artist.

He no longer used his fingers to hold the knife, but instead his hands flew, sometimes with fists, sometimes with palms, sometimes with fingers, sometimes with claws. His moves were simple and grand, yet incredibly sharp!

He threw a punch, the air in front of his fist was compressed to an extreme degree, producing a thunderous explosion. Pure power condensed into a transparent column of air that was visible to the naked eye, and shot straight towards the core of the Takami Blade Curtain.

This is about using force to overcome skill; no matter how many variations you make, I will crush you with one punch!
Gao Jian's sword light suddenly subsided, going from complex to simple. The rusty sword slashed down vertically, the tip of the blade trembling slightly, as if it had precisely struck the weakest point of the collapsing mountain pillar!

Gao Jian's greatest skill is breaking through enemy moves. Back in the Netherworld, he used this method to defeat many of the Netherworld's true disciples.

But this time——

boom!
The force of the punch was so great that Gao Jian's blood and qi surged, and he slid back more than a mile, plowing two deep furrows in the ground with his feet. But he actually managed to take the punch!
Moreover, in an instant, Wang Gang had already arrived in front of him.

His change of move was as fast as a ghost. Before the power of the Crushing Fist was exhausted, he transformed the fist into a palm. His arm was as soft and flexible as if it had no bones. With a pull and a guide, a supple and long-lasting coiling force was generated out of thin air, which was about to pull Gao Jian and his knife into it and lock him completely in place!
A perfect blend of strength and gentleness! Wang Gang is more than just someone who acts recklessly!

Gao Jian felt the air around him become incredibly viscous, and his sword strikes felt like they were sinking into a quagmire.

His swordsmanship changed again. He no longer pursued killing, but used the sword as a substitute for his body to perform a set of extremely agile and nimble movements. The sword light moved close to his body, like a swimming fish or a flying swallow. He made the most of his limited space and "slipped" out from the gap of the continuous and entangled force!

Wang Gang stepped forward and struck out with both palms in quick succession. The force of his palms was layered and stacked, like the raging waves of the sea, one wave higher than the next. The wind from his palms howled and covered the surrounding area, leaving no one able to avoid it!

Gao Jian took a deep breath and stopped dodging completely. The light of his heart lamp flickered slightly, his mind was highly focused, and the rusty knife was held horizontally in front of him. The blade trembled slightly and started shaking at an extremely high frequency!

He actually tried to use skillful force to analyze and partially deflect the surging palm force!

Bang bang bang!

A series of explosions erupted, sending Gao Jian flying once more. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his sword-wielding arm trembled violently, clearly indicating internal injuries. Yet, his eyes shone with an even more terrifying light, his inner light illuminating everything. With each clash, he frantically absorbed, learned, and adapted to the power generation methods and combat rhythm of a tenth-realm martial artist!

(End of this chapter)