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Chapter 403 The Power of the Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds

His gaze lingered briefly on Huang Xuemei, sensing the vital energy emanating from her body. Gu Shaoan chuckled and said, "Congratulations, Miss Huang, on successfully entering the realm of Condensing Yuan into Qi."

Gu Shaoan was not surprised that Huang Xuemei's internal energy cultivation had reached the level of Condensing Yuan and Forming Gang.

Because of Gu Shaoan's intervention, Huang Xuemei absorbed all the power of the "Wedding Dress Divine Skill" from Mr. Six Fingers and the two of them.

The combined power of the two of them amounted to more than 150 years.

Moreover, the power of the "Wedding Dress Divine Skill" is different from the power absorbed through the "Absorption Skill".

The unique characteristics of the "Wedding Dress Divine Skill," coupled with its shared origin, allowed Huang Xuemei to refine the internal energy within her body to achieve exceptional purity, without any side effects.

With such immense power, Gu Shaoan wouldn't be surprised if Huang Xuemei not only reached the level of internal energy condensation, but also directly condensed a seed of energy.

Feeling the vast and boundless internal energy within her body, Huang Xuemei couldn't help but laugh and say, "Yes! I never expected that entering the stage of Condensing Energy would be so easy."

But Huang Xuemei also knew.

If it weren't for Gu Shaoan, let alone reaching the level of Condensing Yuan and Forming Gang in internal energy cultivation, it would be questionable whether she would even be alive now.

After nearly two years apart, Huang Xuemei longed to catch up with Gu Shaoan, but unfortunately, the venue was inconvenient.

"I'll take care of the important business first."

Upon hearing this, Gu Shaoan nodded slightly, then gently stroked his palm, and the Heavenly Demon Harp on the table was pushed in front of Huang Xuemei by a gentle force.

The moment Huang Xuemei placed her left hand on the strings of the Heavenly Demon Harp, her internal energy began to circulate slowly. Her slender, fair fingertips gently plucked the strings, and soothing music gradually resonated outwards.

Huang Xuemei slightly raised her eyes, her gaze falling lightly on He Qinghua and the other two standing in the courtyard.

"I thought I could use this Heavenly Demon Harp as bait to lure Ren Donghai of the Round Moon Sect, but I didn't expect to attract only the three of you good-for-nothings."

Sensing the coldness in Huang Xuemei's words, He Qinghua and the other two felt a sense of unease.

"Damn it, it looks like they're coming for us."

"Today's game is clearly a trap. Could this girl be a successor trained by the Heavenly Dragon Sect?"

"What should we do now?"

The three of them, He Qinghua and He Qinghua, were constantly pulsating with their true energy, clearly using their true energy to transmit sound.

Huang Xuemei, however, seemed not to hear and continued playing the zither: "More than ten years ago, at the Reeds outside Xinyang Prefecture, the three of you, following Ren Donghai's orders, accompanied Dongfang Bai, a traitor of the Tianlong Sect, to the Reeds in the eastern suburbs of Xinyang Prefecture to deal with Huang Dong's family, the direct disciple of the Tianlong Sect. Huang Dong's father was killed by you, but Huang Dong's son died without illness. If you can tell me his whereabouts, I can spare your lives."

Upon hearing Huang Xuemei's words, the Fiery Ancestor seemed to realize something. He focused his gaze on Huang Xuemei's face, examined her closely, and then exclaimed in surprise, "You are Huang Dong's daughter?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Xuemei sneered: "As expected of the most cunning of the three, her reaction is indeed quick."

Upon hearing this, Gui Sheng and He Qinghua froze, their faces filled with astonishment as they looked at Huang Xuemei.

After learning Huang Xuemei's identity, the three realized that today's events were unlikely to end well.

After taking a deep breath, the Fiery Ancestor cupped his hands and said, "People in the martial world are often powerless to do as they please. The three of us were just following orders and attacked your family according to the instructions of the Round Moon Sect. We hope that Miss Huang will show mercy."

Huang Xuemei said with an icy expression, "That's not what I want to hear."

Upon hearing this, the Fiery Ancestor hesitated for a moment before replying, "To be honest, Miss Huang, when you fled with the Heavenly Demon Harp, we were focused on capturing you and didn't pay attention to your brother. When our sect members returned to report the news, we still hadn't found your brother's body."

He Qinghua and Gui Sheng, who were standing to the side, nodded slightly in agreement.

However, Huang Xuemei's brows furrowed sharply in response to the Fire Ancestor's reply.

For more than a year, Huang Xuemei devoted all her attention, apart from her cultivation, to searching for her long-lost younger brother.

To this day, Huang Xuemei still hasn't been able to find any information related to her brother.

Therefore, Huang Xuemei could only place her hopes on He Qinghua and the other two who had taken action in the first place.

But now, the unexpected answer caused Huang Xuemei's brows to furrow suddenly, and the last trace of warmth and patience in her heart vanished, replaced by a frozen killing intent.

The three, including the Fiery Ancestor, the Ghost Saint, and He Qinghua, keenly sensed the sudden surge of chilling killing intent emanating from Huang Xuemei, and alarm bells rang in their hearts.

Looking at Huang Xuemei's cold and beautiful face, He Qinghua's eyes flashed with a fierce glint, and she quickly said, "Old ghost Huo! Why are you wasting so much breath on her? She's just a step ahead of us in the Condensing Yuan Formation Realm. Realm doesn't represent strength. The three of us working together are not necessarily afraid of this little brat."

Both Ghost Saint and Fiery Ancestor were startled upon hearing this.

They knew that although He Qinghua's words were somewhat inflammatory, they were also true.

Internal strength level does not represent a martial artist's actual strength.

To outsiders, Huang Xuemei's ability to reach the level of Condensing Yuan and Forming Gang at such a young age must have required a great deal of time, in addition to her exceptional talent. It's possible that she might have a high level of internal strength but a low level of martial arts mastery.

Sensing the killing intent emanating from Huang Xuemei, the hesitation in their eyes vanished, replaced by resolve.

As their true essence circulated rapidly, Ghost Saint's black robes fluttered without wind, and Fiery Ancestor roared, his crimson cane suddenly blazing with a dazzling red light, like a red-hot branding iron.

"Do it!"

The instant He Qinghua shouted, she leaped up, her long whip transforming into a sharp black shadow, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, accompanied by a piercing whistle, aimed directly at Huang Xuemei's face.

As He Qinghua made her move, the Ghost Saint's figure flickered, as if blending into the shadows, silently approaching from the side, his pale, withered right hand condensing into a claw, ready to strike.

The Fiery Ancestor charged forward with the force of a raging bull, his crimson cane carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.

The three worked together seamlessly and approached each other via different routes.

Faced with this sudden burst of combined attacks, Huang Xuemei's lips curled into a cold smile.

As her internal energy surged, she suddenly slashed her left hand across the strings.

"Zheng——"

A high-pitched, stirring, and powerful zither melody suddenly exploded out.

As the zither music began, a visible, transparent sound wave emanated from Huang Xuemei and spread outwards with a thunderous roar. Waves of sound seemed to materialize out of thin air, surging towards the three of them like rolling ocean waves.

In an instant, He Qinghua's sharp whip came into contact with the sound wave first. The true essence infused into the whip dissipated instantly, like ice and snow meeting boiling oil. The whip itself let out a mournful cry and broke into pieces.

He Qinghua was struck as if by a heavy blow, and she was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.

The Ghost Saint and the Fiery Ancestor were in the same situation as He Qinghua. The moment they touched those sound waves, they were blasted away by the vast and powerful energy within them, and they coughed up blood as they fell to the ground.

Just one blow.

Three notorious villains, whose internal energy had reached the Qi Condensation Realm, were sent flying backwards by a single note of Qi energy casually played by Huang Xuemei. They were all seriously injured and vomited blood.

The courtyard was deathly silent, save for the heavy, painful breathing of the three people and the lingering, clear notes of the zither, which echoed coldly in the night sky.

Seeing this, Gu Shaoan couldn't help but shake his head.

A martial artist's internal energy level cannot completely determine their strength.

In the martial arts world, there has never been a shortage of stories of martial artists who have mastered Qi to the Yuan level surpassing those who have mastered Qi to the Gang level.

But everything depends on the circumstances.

Huang Xuemei's internal energy is now close to two hundred years old, and the internal energy cultivated from the "Wedding Dress Divine Skill" is domineering, fierce, and even surpasses that of the "Nine Yang Divine Skill".

With Huang Xuemei's current skill level, even ordinary martial arts techniques can exert tremendous power in her hands.

Not to mention that Huang Xuemei is still using "Tianlong Bayin" and the Heavenly Demon Qin.

The three are still alive only because Huang Xuemei is concerned about the other people around and has held back.

Just as He Qinghua and the other two were seriously injured and vomiting blood, struggling to get up but unable to do so, Huang Xuemei's right hand, which was placed on the strings, gently plucked the strings again with a soft gesture that contained a unique rhythm.

This time, the music was not as high-pitched and passionate as before; instead, it sounded somewhat low and eerie, with a strange penetrating power.

Accompanied by the sound of the zither, several visible, pale purple arc-shaped sound waves seemed to condense out of thin air and shot out from the body of the zither. They were as fast as lightning, yet elusive, and accurately shot towards He Qinghua, Ghost Saint, and Fiery Ancestor who had fallen to the ground.

With their injuries severe, the three had no time to dodge effectively and could only watch helplessly as the purple sound waves pierced their chests.

The moment the sound waves entered their bodies, He Qinghua and the other two trembled violently at the same time.

All three could feel their blood boiling instantly, as if it had been thrown into boiling oil and cold water. Their blood vessels bulged, and an abnormal flush appeared under their skin. An intensely burning pain emanated from their limbs and bones, causing them to let out suppressed groans.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Immediately afterwards, three muffled yet chilling explosions rang out almost simultaneously.

Amidst the horrified gazes of everyone around, the bodies of He Qinghua, Ghost Saint, and Fiery Ancestor exploded violently from the inside out, as if they were filled with explosives.

In an instant, blood mist mixed with shattered flesh and tattered clothing, like three suddenly blooming, tragically beautiful red flowers, splattered on the ground and walls of the courtyard.

The strong smell of blood instantly filled the air, pungent and nauseating.

Faced with this scene, gasps of astonishment rose and fell from the surrounding crowd.

Many of the bodyguards and guests turned pale, their legs went weak, and their eyes were filled with fear.

As bodyguards who traveled all over the country and risked their lives every day, the number of dead they had seen was probably countless.

But I've never seen such a bizarre and horrifying method of killing before.

Even Lu Tengkong, who was used to the battles of the martial world, felt his scalp tingle and subconsciously pulled his son Lu Lin back further, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Cheng Shifei's eyes widened in shock. After regaining his senses, he couldn't help but glance timidly at Huang Xuemei.

She displayed an unprecedented level of obedience.

The lingering notes of the zither seemed to still echo, but what should have been a melodious tune now carried, to the Flying Tiger Escort Agency members, a chilling aura of death. All eyes were fixed in awe on the figure seated playing the zither.

Gu Shaoan's eyes flickered slightly.

In Gu Shaoan's eyes, the special purple sound wave just now was actually a highly condensed and uniquely shaped elemental energy, which was transformed from the intangible into the tangible through the medium of music and directly injected into the enemy's body.

Once it enters the body, it can cause the opponent's qi and blood to become disordered, and can even control the invading qi to erupt in the meridians and internal organs, completely destroying life force from the inside out.

This also made Gu Shaoan secretly deduce in his mind how to operate the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms" so that the sound waves of the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms" could achieve such an effect.

After dealing with He Qinghua, Ghost Saint, and Old Ancestor of Blazing Fire, Huang Xuemei said calmly, "Arrange for people to go to Blazing Fire Palace, Ghost Palace, and Rakshasa Gate respectively. I don't want to hear about these three sects in the martial arts world three days from now."

"Subordinates take orders."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a voice came from the wall between the front yard and the street.

Many people present recognized that the voice was exactly the same as that of the wealthy man who had come to deliver the goods earlier.

Then, Huang Xuemei's gaze shifted slightly and landed on Lü Tengkong.

Feeling Huang Xuemei's gaze, Lü Tengkong's heart tightened, and cold sweat poured uncontrollably from his palms.

"More than ten years ago, when He Qinghua and others went to the reed marshes of Xinyang Prefecture, someone saw Chief Escort Lü leaving the city gate of Xinyang Prefecture and heading towards the reed marshes. Chief Escort Lü, do you have anything to say?"

Faced with Huang Xuemei's question, Lü Tengkong broke out in a cold sweat and cupped his hands, saying, "More than ten years ago, I did go to Xinyang Prefecture to escort goods and saw people from the Ghost Palace, the Blazing Fire Palace and the Rakshasa Gate. But I know nothing about the reed marshland that Miss Huang mentioned."

Seemingly worried that his explanation was insufficient, Lü Tengkong continued, "I am merely a bodyguard, and more than a decade ago, I had only just entered the Later Return to the Innate Realm, and my strength was meager. How could I dare to participate in the struggle between the Heavenly Dragon Gate and the Round Moon Gate?"

However, Huang Xuemei's gaze remained fixed on Lü Tengkong despite his explanation. She looked at him coldly and calmly while continuing to play the zither at a leisurely pace.

However, at this moment, Gu Shaoan suddenly spoke up: "I wonder if it would be convenient for Chief镖头 Lü to make room in the Flying Tiger Escort Agency so that I can catch up with my friend?"

Seemingly surprised that Gu Shaoan would suddenly speak, Huang Xuemei paused slightly.

The next second, Huang Xuemei gently pressed the strings with both hands, and the music immediately stopped.

(End of this chapter)