From martial arts sects to immortality sects

Chapter 59 The Three Sects of the Dynasty, the Mysterious Yin Technique
Yang Jueding noticed that Li Yang was already at his limit. He calculated the time and figured that the disciple should have arrived at the sect by now, given his speed.

He immediately turned and charged toward Li Yang. The already injured Guang Lantian and Zhang Songjing attacked again, causing a fierce glint to flash in his eyes.

"That's practically courting death!"

Yang Jueding unleashed his full power with the Nine Heavens Divine Palm, his inner energy surging like a torrent, sending Guang Lantian and Zhang Songjing flying backward, coughing up blood.

With skillful footwork, he quickly arrived beside Li Yang, grabbed the back of his robe with one hand, and carried Li Yang towards Qingxiao Gate. Along the way, he continuously swung his other hand, knocking away those who tried to stop him.

Guang Lantian crashed onto the snow, spitting out another mouthful of blood. He turned his head and looked at Yang Jueding with horror in his eyes.

"This guy……"

He couldn't comprehend Yang Jueding's strength. A few years ago, when Yang Jueding joined the Seven Mountains Alliance, his strength was still quite mediocre. Now, he could easily injure him.

Are the legendary martial arts skills in the martial arts world really that powerful?
Yang Jueding, carrying Li Yang, quickly broke through the encirclement. The experts from the three sects immediately gave chase, and the sects that were watching the spectacle hesitated for a moment before also joining the pursuit.

After a fierce battle, Yang Jueding had exhausted all his energy. The palm strike he delivered to Guang Lantian and the other man had used up all his remaining energy; otherwise, it would have been difficult to severely injure them.

However, Qingjiao, Tieyuefeng, Qiyuemeng, and other experts, one after another top-notch experts, quickly rushed to his sides and launched continuous attacks on him.

As Yang Jueding ran, he bent down to dodge a brutal whip kick. He then leaped up, jumping over a broadsword that slashed horizontally. He then raised his palm and struck the man wielding the sword in the chest, causing him to cough up blood, kneel on the ground, and slide backward.

Li Yang did not feel relieved as Yang Jueding lifted him up, because he felt a great sense of humiliation and his whole body was tense.

boom!
Yang Jueding was kicked hard in the back, causing him to stumble and lose his balance, rolling forward. Li Yang was thrown around and became dizzy.

After rolling around a few times, Yang Jueding used his palm as a pivot point to support his body, and at the same time turned his body to face backward.

He looked closely and saw that the person who made the move was none other than Duan Tu, the leader of the Green Sect.

Although Duan Tu was short, he appeared domineering at this moment, like a killing god on the snow, exuding a fierce aura.

Many years ago, Yang Jueding had fought Duan Tu and suffered a great loss. When he saw Duan Tu blocking his way, he narrowed his eyes and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Duan Tu lunged at Yang Jueding again, and not only him, but also more than a dozen experts from major sects rushed forward. If it were a one-on-one fight, Yang Jueding could easily kill them, but now Yang Jueding was exhausted and lacked strength, so he could only be forced to dodge.

As soon as Li Yang's vision cleared, a knife was placed in front of him. He looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a scar on his face, wearing a dirty black robe and a straw hat.

His gaze met the other person's, and he was immediately stunned.

Those were incredibly cold eyes; he had never seen such a gaze before, as if they had killed countless people and their hearts had been hardened to the point of being devoid of emotion.

“You…” Li Yang subconsciously wanted to ask, but saw the middle-aged man with the knife turn his head to look. He subconsciously followed the other man’s gaze and then his eyes widened.

He saw someone riding towards him, and it was none other than his cousin, Zhao Linglong.

Some people tried to stop Zhao Linglong, but they were blown away by a powerful force and could not be stopped at all.

Duan Tu turned his head and rushed forward, trying to stop Zhao Linglong in the same way he had stopped Li Yang. However, as soon as he made his move, he was blasted away by a powerful force, and blood gushed from his body.

Li Yang stared in disbelief, doubting her own eyes.

With Zhao Linglong's forceful intrusion, the experts who were besieging Yang Jueding had to stop, surrounding Yang Jueding while warily watching Zhao Linglong.

Zhao Linglong rode her horse up to Li Yang and the other person. She reined in her horse with one hand, and the spirited horse reared up and neighed. Her blue dress fluttered on the horse's back, and she exuded a powerful aura, completely different from her usual frail appearance.

Zhao Linglong's eyes were as cold as those of a middle-aged man holding a knife, exuding a powerful sense of oppression.

As the spirited horse dismounted, she stared at the middle-aged man holding the knife and said, "Bloodthirsty Blade, Dian Ming, you have been retired from the martial world for more than ten years. Why are you getting involved in the affairs of the martial world in Guzhou?"

Her voice was gentle, but at this moment it was filled with murderous intent. Her voice carried far and wide, allowing Yang Jueding and the others to hear it.

"The Bloodthirsty Blade Dian Ming... the number one martial artist in Weizhou ten years ago..."

A martial arts master from Tieyue Peak muttered to himself, a look of surprise and doubt in his eyes.

The experts from the Seven Mountains Alliance and the Green Sect also realized something was wrong. They had not invited anyone from Weizhou. They looked at each other and exchanged glances, only to find that none of them recognized Dian Ming.

Dian Ming held the sword in one hand. His Bloodthirsty Blade was like a willow leaf, with blood-red grooves on both sides of the blade. Snowflakes fell on the blade and turned into wisps of heat.

His face was weathered, with a ten-centimeter-long scar on his right cheek that looked ferocious and terrifying. His beard was mixed with some white hair, making him look like an old, vicious wolf.

"To have such skill at such a young age, even the most talented person couldn't do it. What's your surname?" Dian Ming stared at Zhao Linglong and asked coldly.

The gangs that arrived later all stopped in their tracks and watched from afar as Zhao Linglong and Dian Ming confronted each other. Anyone with eyes could see that Dian Ming was no ordinary person.

Zhao Linglong did not dismount, but looked down at Dian Ming and said, "Zhao." A cold glint flashed in Dian Ming's eyes, and he sneered, "So that's how it is. You must be the current successor of the Profound Yin Technique. You have been passed on at least two hundred years of power. It seems that the old man has already breathed his last."

Two hundred years of skill!
Not only were the experts from various schools intimidated, but Li Yang was also stunned. He hadn't expected his cousin to be so powerful.

No wonder he didn't want to take Zhao Linglong with him back then, but his father insisted that he take her. It turns out that he didn't want his cousin to gain experience, but rather for her to protect him.

Along the way, he always managed to escape danger and turn misfortune into good fortune. He was often puzzled, never expecting that the person who made the move was right beside him.

Zhao Linglong didn't look at Li Yang lying on the ground. She stared intently at Dian Ming and asked, "Do you also have your eye on the legendary martial arts skills of the martial arts world?"

Dian Ming grinned menacingly, "That kind of divine skill is even more powerful than your Xuan Yin Technique."

He suddenly raised his sword and slashed at Zhao Linglong. The slash was as fast as lightning, and Li Yang, who considered himself capable of defeating top-level masters, couldn't keep up with the speed of his sword swing.

Zhao Linglong reacted just as quickly. She leaped over the horse's head like a ghost, landing in front of the wild horse. She raised her palm and struck out, unleashing her inner energy to form a visible shield that protected her and the wild horse.

boom--

Dian Ming unleashed three sword energies with a single strike, which swept past Zhao Linglong's protective aura and swept backward. The domineering sword energies cleaved through the snow, and the four martial arts masters, unable to dodge in time, were directly blasted into pieces by the sword energies, which flew across the snow, frightening the other martial arts masters into taking cover.

Zhao Linglong glanced back, then went to meet Dian Ming and engaged him in combat.

The two figures moved in a blur, their speed so fast that even Yang Jueding found it unbelievable. To onlookers, the two seemed to create afterimages, their moves so fierce and impossible to catch.

Blade energy and qi emanated from the ground, causing the snow beneath their feet to melt continuously. From high above, the color of soil appeared on the pale snow, and it was rapidly expanding.

Guang Lantian swayed as he stood up, looking at Zhao Linglong and Dian Ming with fear in his eyes.

Is there really someone in this world with such high martial arts skills?
He felt that the mysterious person who invaded the Seven Mountains Alliance that night was no match for these two.

Bai He, the vice leader of the Qing Cult, pushed through the crowd like a vengeful ghost. He stared at the battle in front of him, his face covered in blood and gore, his eyes wide open, and he dared not go forward for a moment.

"Senior Yang, please take my cousin up the mountain."

Zhao Linglong's soft voice rang out, and Yang Jueding came to his senses. He immediately bypassed the battlefield between the two, came to Li Yang's side, helped him up, and led him to escape towards Qingxiao Sect.

Just as the experts from the Qingjiao, Qiyue Alliance, and Tieyue Peak were about to give chase, Zhao Linglong turned around and unleashed a palm strike. The palm energy swept across the ground and passed right in front of them, startling them into stopping in their tracks.

What terrifying skill!

Dian Ming did not pursue Li Yang, but focused on fighting Zhao Linglong. The two were evenly matched and their strength was difficult to determine.

Yang Jueding carried Li Yang in one hand and ran quickly. He exclaimed, "Top Scholar, your cousin is really amazing! What is the origin of that Xuan Yin Technique? It can actually pass down two hundred years of power. I have never heard of it before."

Li Yang came to his senses and said with a wry smile, "I didn't know she was so powerful. As for the Profound Yin Technique, I've heard of it. It's the ultimate technique of the Li Yin Sect, one of the three major sects of the dynasty. It's said to have a thousand-year history and can transfer one's own power to others. However, once it's passed on, one must die. I never thought someone could pass on two hundred years' worth of power..."

Yang Jueding continued to question him as he moved forward, his pace slowing as he began to feel tired.

After running for several miles, Yang Jueding finally spotted a figure. He looked closely and saw that it was Zhang Yuchun leading a group of disciples. He was delighted.

After cultivating the Hunyuan Scripture, he knew how powerful the Hunyuan Scripture's Nourishing Yuan Realm was. Zhang Yuchun was a master of the second level of the Nourishing Yuan Realm, and since Zhang Yuchun had arrived, Xu Ning would probably be here soon.

Upon seeing Yang Jueding and his companion, Zhang Yuchun immediately used his Gale Technique to quickly approach them. The disciples following behind him were those who practiced martial arts in the lower half of the mountain, whom he had called along the way, while the other disciples were still catching up.

He went to Yang Jueding's side, took Li Yang from him, and asked as he walked back, "How is the situation?"

"Li Yang's cousin held off the enemy for us, and the battle took an unexpected turn when the former number one expert in Weizhou appeared," Yang Jueding said quickly.

Zhang Yuchun frowned. He suddenly sensed something and shoved Li Yang and Yang Jueding away. A whooshing sound followed, and a flying knife passed between him and Li Yang.

The throwing knife flew straight at the Qingxiao Sect disciples who were rushing to the scene.

A figure leaped up from behind the Qingxiao Sect disciples, landing with the grace of a startled swan, severing the flying knife in two with a single sword strike—it was Xu Ning.

Xu Ning smoothly sheathed her sword, displaying a style reminiscent of Li Qingqiu.

Upon seeing Xu Ning arrive, Yang Jueding completely relaxed. He turned his head and frowned.

Seven figures were walking towards him through the swirling snow. He had never seen these seven people before, but each of them made him feel dangerous. They all seemed to be peerless masters no weaker than Dian Ming.

As things progressed to this point, Yang Jueding realized something was wrong.

No matter how powerful the Qing Cult is, it's impossible for them to invite so many unparalleled masters.

Could there be an even stronger force behind this?
(End of this chapter)