Blind Ghostwriter: Starts with the full level of Nine Yang Magic Skill

Chapter 185: Legend of the Eldar (I)

"Master!"

The young monk who was chatting with Yu Shijiu saw Master Jingkong being injured, and suddenly became very anxious and rushed over with a broom.

Yu Shijiu quickly reached out and grabbed the little monk and threw him into the corner. He then quickly took the iron sword from his back and rushed forward.

He had been living next door to Master Jingkong since he was nine years old, and for five years now, he was well aware of the depth of Master Jingkong's cultivation. And at this moment, Master Jingkong had been beaten so badly, regardless of whether the opponent had attacked him by surprise, he was definitely a master, not someone that little novice monk could stand up to.

At that moment,

Yu Shijiu flew over quickly, like a swallow skimming the waves. In a flash, he arrived, picked up Master Jingkong, and tried to retreat.

At that moment, an old man with gray hair suddenly appeared in the Zen room. His eyes were like lightning, and with a flick of his sleeves, his left palm, carrying a whistling wind, struck Yu Shijiu in the chest.

Yu Shijiu's eyes fixed, and without thinking too much, he shook his wrist, and the sword moved lightly. A cold light pierced the old man's palm like a meteor chasing the moon.

In an instant, there was a loud "bang", like the ringing of a huge bell. Yu Shijiu felt a huge force like a tidal wave rushing towards him, and the long sword in his hand broke into pieces like rotten wood.

The powerful force had not yet weakened, and it sent him flying backwards like a kite with a broken string. He fell more than three feet before he landed on the ground.

Yu Shijiu supported Master Jingkong with one hand and looked up. He saw a strange bronze luster on the old man's palm, and a chill emanated from the broken sword in his hand. His pupils shrank slightly and he said, "Zombie Kung Fu... You've come for revenge!"

Master Jingkong spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with surprise, and said, "Donor Yu, you know... forget it, let's not talk about it anymore, let's go!"

"Master Jingkong, you can't leave today."

The old man in the Zen room strode out from the dust.

Yu Shijiu's pupils shrank slightly. Only then did he recognize that the man was actually Xie Huaizhou, a famous figure in the Mobei martial arts world.

At the same time, a figure appeared in each of the meditation rooms on both sides.

When Master Jingkong saw the two men, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes. He said, "Donor Shahui, Donor Shitao, could it be that you two have also practiced the zombie technique?"

Yu Shijiu's face darkened. Although he didn't know these two people, he had heard of their names. Like Xie Huaizhou, they were both masters in the Mobei martial arts world.

"Do it!"

Sha Hui and Shi Tao had no intention of saying anything more to Master Jingkong, and they attacked directly. They didn't hide their intentions and directly used their zombie skills. A bronze sheen emanated from their bodies, and sharp, hard nails grew on all ten of their fingers. They flew straight at him and killed him.

"Donor Yu, please leave quickly. I will stop them."

Master Jingkong stepped forward without the slightest hesitation, his face flushed, and it was obvious that he was forcing himself to fight to the death to buy time for Yu Shijiu to escape.

Just as Yu Shijiu was well aware of Master Jingkong's martial arts skills, Master Jingkong was also well aware of Yu Shijiu's own strength. He believed that if they fought alone, Yu Shijiu could defeat any of the three, even if they had practiced zombie skills. However, with the three of them teaming up and him being seriously injured, Yu Shijiu had no chance of winning.

Therefore, the moment Sha Hui and Shi Tao appeared, Master Jingkong had already made a decision. He fought to the death to give Yu Shijiu a chance to escape.

but,

At that moment,
Yu Shijiu did not run away, but said, "No need to run." Then he turned around and drew out the long sword on his back with a "clang".

In an instant, the yellow sand shattered, and an extremely sharp sword intent made a buzzing sound, just like a dormant beast suddenly opening its eyes.

At this moment, Yu Shijiu seemed reborn, his entire being fused with the sword, emitting a chilling, murderous aura. The longsword in his hand seemed to transcend the qualities of ordinary iron, and wisps of sword energy lingered around the blade, like a materialized blade, wantonly slicing through the surrounding air with a whirring sound.

Shi Tao, Xie Huaizhou, and Sha Hui all felt a strange sense of trepidation at that moment. However, they were confident in their own invulnerability, and although they felt a slight sense of pressure, they were not overly frightened and did not stop their attacks.

The moment Yu Shijiu drew his sword, he closed his eyes.

At that moment, his figure was moving back and forth in the temple, but all one could see were cold stars and flashing sword shadows, like sharp chisels, cutting shocking wounds on the three people's iron skin and bones.

But in the blink of an eye, a cold light flashed, and a bottomless sword hole appeared on each of the three men's foreheads. Their eyes were filled with disbelief, and their bodies slowly collapsed, sending up a cloud of dust. Yu Shijiu gripped the longsword, his arms trembling. The sword continued to hum. He held it tightly, his eyes still closed. After a long moment, the humming sound faded in his ears, and the sword shadow dancing in his sea of ​​consciousness vanished.

"This is not your sword."

Master Jingkong saw Yu Shijiu wake up from that special state before he dragged his injured body and slowly walked over.

Yu Shijiu sheathed his sword, turned around, supported Master Jingkong, and said, "This is indeed not my sword. It belongs to a very, very high master."

Master Jingkong sat down on the ground, his mouth oozing with blood. He wiped it gently and said, "It seems that the master admires you very much. The sword intent hidden in his sword is similar to your swordsmanship, but his sword is more decisive. It's a pity that you can't be as fearless as him. If you can let go of your obsession and truly comprehend his sword intent, your realm will advance by leaps and bounds."

Yu Shijiu shook his head slightly and said, "You know, I can't possibly do that."

Master Jingkong sighed and said, "What a pity! You should have had a very broad world."

"Okay, I'll heal you first."

As he spoke, Yu Shijiu carried Master Jingkong into a meditation room. When he reached the door, he turned around and said to the several novice monks in the courtyard, "You stay outside and guard. No one is allowed to come in without my permission."

Afterwards, Yu Shijiu entered the house, closed the door, and helped Master Jingkong sit on the stool. He bent down, pulled out a dagger from his boot, and gently cut a wound on his palm.

The flesh and skin were instantly tumbled open, a horrifying sight. However, strangely, no blood immediately gushed out. Within his palm, a faint stream of bright red blood could be seen flowing, seemingly unconnected to the tumbling flesh and skin. The blood flowed on its own, the flesh on its own. Despite the glaring wound, the blood, as if drawn by some inexplicable force, continued to circulate as normal, not a drop leaking.

Yu Shijiu's face was solemn. He quickly made a strange hand gesture with his left hand and muttered something in a low and mysterious voice, as if he was communicating with the mysterious power between heaven and earth.

As he chanted, a faint luster gradually appeared on the wound, like twinkling stars in the night sky. Soon, a drop of blood slowly condensed into a round, blood-colored pearl, floating gracefully in Yu Shijiu's palm, emitting an eerie aura.

Then, what was even more strange was that in an instant, the horrific wound on the palm of Yu Shijiu's hand healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, it returned to its original state, smooth and flat, without a trace of scar.

Subsequently,

Yu Shijiu handed the drop of blood to Master Jingkong and said, "Hurry up and swallow it, otherwise it will be ineffective. Once you have healed your wound, run away quickly. You never know if the other party has a trick up their sleeve."

Master Jingkong had obviously known about the strange behavior of Yu Shijiu for a long time and did not show any surprise. He took the blood bead and swallowed it directly, then began to practice internal energy to heal his wounds.

In an instant,

Master Jingkong's pale face turned rosy, and then became redder and redder, as if his body was being roasted. There seemed to be a faint flame flowing in his skin, and bursts of heat began to appear on his body.

After a while, Master Jingkong gradually calmed down, and all his injuries were almost healed.

He looked up at Yu Shijiu and said with emotion, "Donor Yu, your spirit race... is truly peculiar. There is actually a unique race like you in this world, possessing such unique talents. Even though I've known about this for many years, I still find it incredible."

Yu Shijiu said in a deep voice, "But this isn't a good thing. It's this unique talent that has brought our clan such a tragic fate since ancient times. We've faced countless dangers of genocide. If word gets out, our clan will be hunted down by the entire world. This isn't a gift from God, but a curse!"

If the outside world knew that there was a race whose blood held the power to cure all diseases and revive the dead, then from that moment on, in the eyes of the world, our people would no longer be human, but renewable natural treasures. Whether they were commoners, royalty, nobles, or heroes, they would only regard us as blood banks.

Master Jingkong sighed softly, "I can't imagine how great a crisis your clan will face if this gets out."

Yu Shijiu said, "There have been several instances in history where they were hunted en masse and nearly wiped out. If not, how could our tribe have developed such an evil skill as the Zombie Kung Fu, which is detrimental to the harmony of nature? It has led to the deaths of so many people."

Master Jingkong shook his head and said, "This isn't your clan's fault. The Zombie Art was originally a magical skill created specifically for your clan's unique characteristics. It wasn't meant for killing, but it was tampered with and became the Zombie Art. However, Donor Yu, I've always been a little puzzled. The Zombie Art is so powerful, and it's a magical skill created based on your clan's spiritual blood. Why don't you practice it? With the characteristics of your clan's spiritual blood, you don't have to worry about the cold poison when practicing the Zombie Art, and you don't have to suck blood to kill people."

Yu Shijiu shook his head slightly and said, "It's not as simple as you think. Although the Zombie Art was created based on the spiritual blood of our race, it doesn't mean that we can practice it casually.

The zombie skills that are circulating nowadays have been modified. They absorb the foul and cold air between heaven and earth. However, the original zombie skills of our clan absorb the spiritual energy emitted by our clan's treasure.

However, three hundred years ago, a traitor emerged from our clan. He was the most gifted individual in a thousand years, and like me, he was the chosen protector of the clan. But after seeing the outside world, he refused to live in seclusion and eventually stole our clan's greatest treasure. Three hundred years have passed, and there has been no news of him.

"Three hundred years? Is it possible that he could still be alive?"

(End of this chapter)