The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with a Suicide Note and Conquering All Realms

The secret chamber of the Sutra Repository.

There was not a single ray of light in the darkness. Lin Yuan sat cross-legged on the bluestone slab.

The cycle of the three methods working together is operating at high speed within the body.

Dark golden dragon blood was pumped from the heart, flushing through the blood vessels with extremely high temperature.

The invisible power of the Nine Yin Internal Force suppressed from above, forcibly binding and compressing the raging dragon blood energy.

The Qi circulation route of Quanzhen internal energy opens all the pores, greedily absorbing the surrounding free spiritual energy.

The three forces converged in the dantian and dantian.

A drop of dark golden liquid internal energy condensed and fell into the dantian.

Then came the second drop, and the third drop.

Lin Yuan's breathing became long and even. His chest rose and fell very little, and each breath brought out a hot stream of air.

All twelve meridians have been fully connected.

The broad inner walls of the meridians were completely filled with dark golden liquid internal energy.

As the internal energy circulated, it emitted a dull, metallic friction sound.

Lin Yuan guided this immense power to attack the eight extraordinary meridians.

The Du meridian is broken.

The Ren meridian is broken.

The Chong meridian is broken.

The belt meridian is broken.

The absolute dominance of dragon blood crushed the meridian barriers of the low-level martial arts world.

The dark golden internal energy broke through all the acupoints and dead ends without any hindrance.

Lin Yuan opened his eyes.

A pure golden vertical pupil lit up in the dark, secret room.

Two beams of golden light pierced the darkness ahead, illuminating the dust-covered stone wall.

The realm of a top-tier master.

Lin Yuan clenched his right fist.

The fingers interlocked, producing a series of crisp sounds like firecrackers.

The muscle fibers became dense and tough under the reshaping effect of the dragon's blood, and a very faint dark golden luster flowed across the skin surface.

The ever-flowing internal energy within his body gave him an unprecedented sense of control.

Power is no longer a source of water.

He can freely expend the destructive power of Junyan, and the Quanzhen internal energy will continuously replenish it for him.

The moment of breakthrough is filled with energy.

Lin Yuan was unable to completely suppress this aura that transcended dimensions.

A wisp of dark red inner flame escaped from his pores.

The extremely hot air expanded within the sealed chamber, instantly penetrating the wooden floorboards and spreading outwards from the library.

Outside the east window of the Sutra Repository stands a century-old pine tree.

The heat wave swept across the branches of the ancient pine tree.

The once lush green pine needles were completely dehydrated within half a breath.

The bark curled and cracked, and the entire ancient pine tree instantly turned withered, yellow, and brittle.

On the mountain path behind the Sutra Repository, about 30 zhang away.

Wang Chuyi had his right hand on the hilt of his sword as he was on night patrol.

Chongyang Palace had just been attacked by Huo Du at night, and the Seven Masters of Quanzhen were on edge.

Wang Chuyi stopped in his tracks.

He turned to look in the direction of the scripture pavilion. An unusual, acrid smell wafted through the air, accompanied by an extremely subtle yet unsettling heat.

"A skilled infiltrator has infiltrated."

Wang Chuyi drew his conclusion.

The longsword was drawn.

The sword reflected the cold moonlight.

Wang Chu touched the ground with his toes and rose into the air.

Using his Quanzhen Lightness Skill to its fullest extent, he stepped on the treetops and rushed straight to the second floor of the Sutra Repository.

The sword energy tore through the night wind in mid-air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Inside a sealed room.

Lin Yuan's golden eyes caught the rapidly approaching sword energy.

Wang Chuyi, one of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.

Lin Yuan immediately dissipated the sovereign flame at his fingertips.

The golden pupils went out, and the pupils returned to a cloudy, dark brown.

He must conceal the extraordinary signs of the breakthrough.

A sickly man with no internal strength suddenly becomes a top-notch master. The Quanzhen Sect immediately regards him as a Mongolian spy or a heretic and attacks him en masse.

Lin Yuan stood up, kicked open the wooden door of the secret room, and rushed into the second-floor lobby.

Wang Chuyi's sword energy was only three zhang away from the east window.

Lin Yuan raised his right hand.

Within his dantian, the dark golden internal energy transformed into pure destructive power.

Instead of using the high temperature of the King's Flame, he simulated an extremely violent and insidious repulsive force of true qi.

He struck out with his palm.

The palm strike hit the carved window frame on the east side.

The wooden window shattered with a loud crash.

Wood blocks flew outwards.

A ring of charred and curled damage marks remained around the edge of the window frame.

After doing all this, Lin Yuan reversed the flow of qi and blood in his body without hesitation.

He forcibly suppressed the dragon blood's self-repair mechanism.

He abruptly severed the cycle of Quanzhen internal energy.

Blood surged in my chest. A metallic, sweet taste rose in my throat.

Lin Yuan opened his mouth and spat a mouthful of purplish-black blood onto the wooden floor in front of him.

He collapsed to the ground, curling up in a ball, clutching his chest tightly with both hands, breathing heavily. His face turned deathly pale in an instant.

"Bang!"

Wang Chuyi smashed the remaining window frame and rushed into the second-floor lobby.

A long sword was held horizontally in front of his chest.

Wang Chuyi scanned his surroundings but found no trace of the enemy.

He saw Lin Yuan lying in a pool of blood, convulsing.

Wang Chuyi sheathed his longsword and strode over to Lin Yuan's side.

He crouched down and placed two fingers on Lin Yuan's wrist.

The pulse was extremely disordered.

Two conflicting energies lingered within the weakened body.

This is a sign of being injured by the aftershocks of a top-tier master's true energy.

"Lin Yuan".

Wang Chuyi spoke in a deep voice, "What happened? Who's here?"

Lin Yuan opened his eyes with difficulty.

His body trembled violently, and his eyes revealed just the right amount of fear and bewilderment.

"Taoist Master..."

Lin Yuan's voice was hoarse and intermittent, "I was sleeping just now... when suddenly a gust of wind blew in... it was very hot."

Lin Yuan swallowed hard and continued:

"An old man...with messy hair...he stood by the window. Black smoke was coming from his body...he glanced at me, and it felt like I'd been hit in the chest with a sledgehammer...I vomited blood."

"Old man? Black aura?" Wang Chuyi frowned.

He stood up and walked to the broken window. His fingers ran over the charred, curled edges of the wooden frame.

This kind of domineering and insidious destructive trace is definitely not the orthodox martial arts of the Central Plains martial arts world.

A passage from Guo Jing's speech in the main hall flashed through Wang Chuyi's mind.

Ouyang Feng.

On Peach Blossom Island, Ouyang Feng went mad and fled.

The true energy of the Toad Style is black and exceptionally domineering.

The old poison master actually managed to reach Zhongnan Mountain.

Wang Chuyi felt a chill run down his spine.

Ouyang Feng is one of the Five Greats. If he were to go on a killing spree at Chongyang Palace, the Quanzhen Sect would surely face annihilation tonight.

"Which direction did he go?"

Wang Chuyi turned around and asked urgently.

"The back mountain...over there."

Lin Yuan raised his trembling finger and pointed to the endless black shadows outside the window.

That's the direction of the Tomb of the Living Dead.

Wang Chuyi did not linger.

"Stay here and don't move. I'll go and report to the Master."

Wang Chuyi drew his sword and leaped out of the window, his figure disappearing into the night as he sped toward the main hall of Chongyang Palace.

The footsteps disappeared completely.

The second floor of the library has returned to deathly silence.

Lin Yuan stopped trembling.

He stood up from the floor.

The movements were smooth and without the slightest hesitation.

Lin Yuan raised his sleeve and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He walked to the window and pushed open the broken wooden window.

The cool moonlight poured in without any obstruction, bathing him in its light.

The wide, old Taoist robe fluttered in the night wind.

The neckline was open, revealing a well-defined, muscular chest.

The muscles modified by the dragon's blood contain explosive power.

Lin Yuan looked down at the continuous palaces and temples of Zhongnan Mountain.

In his past life, he lay in a hospital bed, covered in tubes, and even breathing required a machine.

They could only wait for death to come in despair.

In this life, he holds the will in his hand, proceeding cautiously at every step. He kills the wicked beggar in the dilapidated cave, schemes against Huang Rong on Peach Blossom Island, and analyzes the formation in front of the Quanzhen Sect.

Every time, it's like dancing on the edge of a cliff.

Now, he finally has the power to overturn the chessboard.

A top-notch expert.

The three methods are combined into one.

Word Spirit Lord Flame.

Lin Yuan raised his right hand.

Bring your index and middle fingers together, pointing straight to the sky.

Within his dantian, dark golden internal energy surged.

A wisp of royal flame flickered at his fingertips, emanating a suffocating aura of destruction.

A withered pine needle was blown down by the night wind and drifted toward Lin Yuan's fingertips.

The moment of contact.

There is no flame combustion process.

Pine needles turn into extremely fine powder under extreme heat and dissipate with the wind.

Lin Yuan stared at the dark golden light on his fingertips.

He opened his mouth, his voice low and resonant, echoing in the empty library.

"A transdimensional testament forged my body, and the dragon blood and Taoist magic gathered my soul."

Lin Yuan withdrew his hand and fixed his gaze on the direction of the main hall of Chongyang Palace.

"Today there is only three feet of water in the box; tomorrow, all the people in the world will be slaughtered."

The dormancy period has ended.

From now on, he will no longer be that sickly boy who can be manipulated by others.

He wanted to take the initiative, seize the opportunity from the Ancient Tomb Sect, and completely drain the Quanzhen Sect's resources.

Night was falling.

The eastern sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

"Clang—clang—clang—"

The morning bell of the Quanzhen School rang out gently, its sound echoing among the mountains.

Lin Yuan turned and left the window.

He walked to the wooden cabinet and took off his old clothes, which were stained with blood.

He changed into a clean gray Taoist robe.

The Taoist robe fits perfectly.

Lin Yuan tightened his belt.

He stepped down the stairs and passed through the lobby on the first floor.

Lin Yuan pushed open the heavy wooden door of the Sutra Repository with both hands.

The morning mist drifted into the attic.

Lin Yuan stepped out of the threshold and stood on the steps.

His gaze pierced through the thin mist, past the buildings, and locked onto the direction of the martial arts training ground on the front mountain.