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But by sheer coincidence, he struck Gao Yuanshen's acupoint precisely.

Gao Yuan was completely powerless to resist. The moment the palm struck, he was forced to activate the Northern Darkness Divine Art, no longer caring about the danger of a small river swallowing a large river and overflowing.

Anyway, whether I swallow it or not, I'll die anyway, so it doesn't matter!

The black-clad man's palm force surged into Gao Yuan's Shenfeng acupoint, swirling and trembling in his dantian, causing Gao Yuan to feel a tightness in his chest.

He dared not inhale his immense internal energy into his dantian, but instead, a sudden inspiration struck him, and he began to visualize the divine seal circulating through his meridians.

At this moment, he felt a domineering true energy circulating in his meridians, which was then guided into the Lingxu and Shencang acupoints and then to the Laogong acupoint in the center of his right palm.

and so.

It appeared as if the two were exchanging blows, but in reality, the black-clad man's internal energy circulated within Gao Yuan's body before being guided back to his own palm to exchange blows with Gao Yuan's.

Therefore, this strange situation arose by sheer accident.

Gao Yuan was both surprised and delighted.

The amount of true energy that his dantian could absorb was ultimately limited. He thought he would at least suffer the fate of having all his meridians severed, but unexpectedly, he stumbled upon a new path for transferring energy.

The movement of the Northern Darkness in this way is as miraculous as the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth!

"What a clever tactic of using their own methods against them! The Zoroastrianism and the Murong family of Gusu have always kept to themselves. Boy, what exactly is your purpose in coming here?"

Gao Yuan had a sudden realization that was hard to put into words. He was still immersed in the joy of his new discovery and didn't hear what the man in black was saying for a moment.

Seeing that he remained silent, the man in black assumed that he had tacitly acknowledged his identity as a member of the Murong clan, which only fueled his irritation.

"The Murong family is not too far from Xuzhou. If they get involved in the affairs of the Holy Sect, things may change."

"This is bad. He's diverting my internal energy, which is like fighting against myself. I'll be worn down sooner or later. Then he'll be the butcher and I'll be the fish on the chopping block."

The man in black was even more horrified. The Murong family's "Shifting Stars" technique was indeed well-deserved, combining both strength and gentleness.

His internal energy, upon contact with it, was like a clay ox sinking into the sea; he could not resist in the slightest and could only be helplessly pulled along.

The young man opposite him was much older than the rumored Murong Fu, so he was definitely not him.

But the fact that even an unknown young man from the Murong family was so capable filled him with dread.

In the face of life and death, the man in black couldn't care less about anything else. His right palm was stuck and he couldn't move, so he could only forcibly seal the flow of internal energy in his left palm and withdraw his palms.

This was the crucial moment of the clash of internal energies. He sealed his acupoints on his own, and his chest immediately felt a sharp pain. At the same time, the copper and jade true energy drawn from Gao Yuan's body rebounded back like a tidal wave.

"puff--"

The two factors combined caused him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Before he could heal his wounds, the man in black took a deep breath, channeled his inner energy, and struck Gao Yuan's lower left abdomen with his palm again.

Seeing his fierce approach, Gao Yuan lightly touched the ground with his toes and moved backward.

Without the absorption of the Northern Darkness True Qi, the black-clad man's right palm, which was attached to Gao Yuan's chest, was finally able to break free.

Gao Yuan used a small pond to transport a large river, which damaged some of his meridians, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The two men stood facing each other, about two or three zhang apart, neither daring to make a move.

The man in black was now in a daze and could no longer discern whether Gao Yuan was real or not.

If he could concentrate fully and not compete with Gao Yuan in internal strength, but only use the method of striking and dismantling, the Tianshan Plum Blossom Technique, though profound, would be easily defeated by Gao Yuan's limited knowledge of it.

"Boy, I underestimated you. I didn't expect the Murong family's 'Star Shift' to have the effect of transferring other people's internal energy. It truly lives up to its reputation."

It turns out he mistook the Northern Darkness Qi Circulation Method for the Star Shift!

Gao Yuan thought for a moment, then blurted out, "I am Murong, my surname is Murong, my given name is Wu, and my courtesy name is Die."

The man in black was taken aback: "Your name is Murong Wu? And your courtesy name is Die?... I've been in the martial world for many years, and I've only heard that the young master Murong's son has a single character in his given name, but I don't know what your relationship is with him?"

Gao Yuan swallowed a mouthful of blood and laughed, "Don't worry about it, sir. Now that you've recognized 'Shifting Stars,' why don't you retreat? If we keep fighting, neither of us will come out on top."

The man in black frowned: "I underestimated you. I didn't know you could use 'Shifting Stars,' but you don't need to be so smug. Although you can transfer my internal energy, if I only fight you with your techniques, how long can you last with your rudimentary internal energy?"

Gao Yuan's expression hardened, and he straightened up: "Aren't you afraid of the Murong family's retaliation?"

The man in black sneered: "Your Murong family is wealthy and powerful, but our Holy Sect is not to be trifled with either. In the Jiangnan region, others may fear you, but we are not."

"You're really good at exaggerating. If you're so capable, then state your own name."

"Hmph, what's wrong with that? I am Ye Hanbing, a subordinate of the Cloud-Stepping Wheel of the Fire Worship Sect."

Gao Yuan, realizing he couldn't intimidate him, instead revealed a fierce expression: "I've heard so much about you. The path of the martial world is fraught with danger. Since you refuse to give up, feel free to try again."

"Snap!~"

A streak of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the world in an instant.

"Wait a minute."

Seeing Gao Yuan take half a step forward, adopting a desperate stance, Ye Hanbing's eyelids twitched slightly.

"Very well, I have always admired the old gentleman Murong. Although he is no longer alive, I cannot bear to put you to death."

He feigned regret and sighed, "I will let this matter drop for his sake."

After he finished speaking, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and turned to leave.

Gao Yuan was on edge, staring intently at Ye Hanbing. His heart was pounding; whether he could intimidate her depended on this moment.

One step, two steps... Ye Hanbing's footsteps seemed to tread on his heart.

"Pat-pat, pat..."

Just as the man in black was about to turn the corner, the sound of rapid wading through water rang out, creating small splashes.

Gao Yuan's mind tensed up again!

A few figures appeared around the corner: five or six men wearing straw raincoats and bamboo hats, with weapons at their waists.

"Long Fei, what brings you here?"

Upon seeing Ye Hanbing, the group of men were overjoyed and knelt on one knee: "Greetings, Your Excellency. Master Guo noticed that you had not returned for a long time, so he sent us to find you."

"Heh, get up, all of you."

After speaking, Ye Hanbing slowly turned around, and the group walked slowly towards Gao Yuan, a strange smile on his stiff and pale face.

He spoke to Gao Yuan as if in a casual conversation, "Young Brother Murong..."

"It suddenly occurred to me that inviting you to our church and not taking your life don't seem to be contradictory."

"The master of the Golden Wheel of Fire happens to be in Xuzhou. He has long admired the divine skill of 'Shifting Stars and Changing Constellations.' How about I introduce you to it, and we can have a drink and a chat? What do you think?"

Seeing that Gao Yuan remained silent, Ye Hanbing's tone suddenly became sharp: "Young Brother Murong, you'd better come with me, otherwise I'll have to force you to come. I wonder how many people you can fight alone right now?"

Gao Yuan stared intently at him, sighed, and said quietly, "People have pride, trees have bark, but you truly have no shame left. I admire you!"

Ye Hanbing remained expressionless as Gao Yuan taunted him. Several Zoroastrian disciples beside him quietly stepped forward, their swords half-drawn.

"The Holy Sect only cares about results, not face. Young Brother Murong, do not make a mistake for yourself."

Gao Yuan slowly straightened up, then suddenly smiled and said, "You outnumber me and I really can't afford to offend you. Oh well, fine, I'll go then, just don't get rough with me."