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

Yangzhou City.

Snowflakes, like goose feathers, danced wildly in the sky.

Inside the dead end, a cold wind, mixed with ice shards, rushed in relentlessly.

Lin Yuan stood in the wind and snow. His gray Taoist robe fluttered in the wind.

Ten steps ahead, a corpse lay face down in the snow. The back of its clothing was torn, and a thick layer of eerie blue ice crystals covered the wound.

The cloth bag at the corpse's waist was half-open. A corner of a booklet sewn with black gold thread was visible. In the dim light, the black gold thread shimmered with an extremely alluring luster.

On the right side of the alley. Behind a dilapidated brick wall.

Zhang Shihe held his breath, his body pressed against the cold brick surface.

He circulated his icy internal energy to its limit. Before the snowflakes falling around him could even get close to his body, they were condensed into even harder ice particles by his icy true energy and fell to the ground.

Zhang Shihe stared intently at Lin Yuan in the alley.

Yuwen Huaji issued a death order: the "Longevity Manual" must be retrieved. The corpse belonged to a notorious thief from Yangzhou who had stolen a fake copy and fled here, only to be killed by Yuwen Huaji with a single blow.

The fake booklet contained his full power of Ice Profound Energy.

The moment the gray-robed youth's greed takes hold and he reaches out to touch the Xuanjin book, the dormant Ice Xuan Energy will erupt instantly, rushing from his fingertips straight to his heart. Within three breaths, his heart will freeze and shatter.

A cold smile crept across Zhang Shihe's lips. Having spent years navigating the treacherous waters of the Tang Dynasty, he knew all too well the greed in human nature. No one could resist a manual that seemed to possess unparalleled martial arts.

Inside the alley.

Lin Yuan did not move.

He stared at the dark gold book. In his mind, the words of the fourth blood-red will had just faded.

"That was Yuwen Huaji's death warrant, used for fishing..."

Lin Yuan raised his eyelids.

His pure golden vertical pupils ignited silently in the dim, snowy landscape. Dragon Blood Talent activated.

On the retina, data streams are frantically flooding the screen.

Ten steps away, a ball of dark blue, high-density energy was slowly circulating on the surface of the booklet on the corpse.

Behind the brick wall on the right, another source of chilling energy is gathering strength. There is an extremely subtle attraction between the two energies.

Lin Yuan's lips curled into a mocking smile.

A poorly executed trap.

He didn't step forward. His hands were behind his back.

Within his dantian, the dark golden liquid internal energy suddenly boiled.

The profound foundation of Quanzhen internal energy, the extreme compression of the Nine Yin Manual, and the ferocity of dragon blood. The cycle of these three combined instantly accelerated to its peak.

Lin Yuan stomped down with his right foot.

The bluestone slab shattered on the spot.

A dark red stream of energy surged forward in a fan shape from the soles of his feet.

Word of Power: Lord's Flame.

There was no reservation, no probing.

The devastating heat descended directly upon them.

"boom!"

Within a radius of three zhang, the accumulated snow instantly vaporized.

There is no melting process. The extreme heat directly transforms the solid snow into high-pressure water vapor.

A deafening sonic boom exploded in the dead-end alley.

The corpse, along with the golden booklet in the pocket, turned to ashes within a tenth of a breath of the dark red aura. The icy energy clinging to the booklet didn't even have the chance to resist; it was forcibly erased by the intense heat.

The heatwave, unabated, crashed violently into the brick wall on the right.

"Bang!"

The half-foot-thick solid brick wall collapsed with a roar under the impact of high temperature and high pressure airflow. Broken bricks flew backward.

Zhang Shihe, hiding behind the wall, had no time to react.

He felt a wave of heat, hot enough to melt gold and iron, rushing towards him.

The Ice Profound Energy that the body was so proud of collapsed completely the moment it came into contact with this heat wave. The Yin-cold True Qi was forcibly reversed, and the moisture in the meridians evaporated rapidly.

"what!"

Zhang Shihe let out an extremely shrill scream.

He was thrown two meters away by the blast wave and crashed heavily into the snowdrift behind him.

His night clothes were largely carbonized. His skin was covered in a dense network of blood blisters.

Zhang Shihe coughed up a mouthful of blood. The blood hissed as soon as it hit the ground, drying out with the residual heat.

He was convulsing all over, his veins were ruptured.

My mind went completely blank.

What kind of martial art is this?

In the martial arts world of the Tang Dynasty, there are many masters who cultivate the most yang and hottest true qi. But the power to break through his Ice Profound Force in an instant, shatter a brick wall from a distance, and even burn metal wires to ashes is something he has never heard of before.

Even if Yuwen Huaji himself took action, he couldn't have done this.

The Three Grandmasters?

Zhang Shihe stared wide-eyed in horror, his gaze fixed on what lay ahead.

Amidst the billowing steam.

A figure in a gray robe slowly walked out.

Lin Yuan was completely unharmed. There wasn't even a wrinkle on his Taoist robe. His pure golden vertical pupils radiated a chilling pressure that sent shivers down one's spine.

Zhang Shihe used both hands and feet to desperately retreat backward, his back pressed firmly against the cold corner of the wall.

"Senior...spare me!" Zhang Shihe's voice was hoarse, and his teeth were chattering wildly.

Lin Yuan walked up to Zhang Shihe, looking down at him.

He did not kill anyone.

The world of the Tang Dynasty is a complex and treacherous place, teeming with powerful clans. As a newcomer, I need a powerful mouthpiece to disrupt Yuwen Huaji's plans.

Lin Yuan raised his right foot and stepped on Zhang Shihe's chest.

The force wasn't great, but it made it impossible for Zhang Shihe to breathe.

"The Longevity Technique is not something your Yuwen family can get their hands on." Lin Yuan's voice was calm, without any emotional fluctuation.

Zhang Shihe nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with despair and fear.

"Go back. Tell Yuwen Huaji." Lin Yuan moved his right foot away, "If he dares to bring out this piece of junk to fish again, I'll personally go to Jiangdu and twist his head off."

The words fell.

Lin Yuan turned around. With a flicker, he disappeared into the swirling snow.

Its speed broke the sound barrier, leaving a white trail that lingered for a long time.

Zhang Shihe collapsed onto the snow, panting heavily. He stared in the direction Lin Yuan had disappeared, his heart filled with turmoil.

A powerful dragon has arrived in Yangzhou.

We must report this to the steward immediately.

……

Half an hour later.

South of Yangzhou City.

A Taoist temple that had been abandoned for many years stood in the wind and snow.

Even the main gate had rotted and fallen off. The courtyard was overgrown with weeds and covered with snow.

Lin Yuan stepped through the snow and entered the Taoist temple.

Without stopping, they went straight to the backyard of the Taoist temple.

The final hint in the blood-red suicide note points directly to this place.

In the center of the backyard, there is a dry well.

The well opening was firmly sealed by a huge bluestone slab. The edges of the slab were covered with moss, indicating that it had not been moved for many years.

Lin Yuan walked to the dry well.

Press your hands against the edge of the bluestone slab.

Internal energy surged in his dantian. Dark golden true energy flowed into his arms.

work hard.

"Creak!"

The heavy bluestone slab, weighing over a thousand pounds, emitted a harsh scraping sound as Lin Yuan forcefully pushed it halfway away.

A stale, musty air rose from the bottom of the well.

Lin Yuan looked down.

The well was pitch black. Its bottom was nowhere in sight.

Without hesitation, he leaped into the air.

My body plummeted rapidly into the darkness. The wind whistled past my ears.

It fell nearly ten feet.

My feet landed firmly on the solid stone slab.

The space at the bottom of the well is extremely large, completely an underground stone chamber.

Lin Yuan had just regained his footing.

Sudden.

"Buzz!"

A crisp, high-pitched sword cry suddenly rang out from the dark bottom of the well.

The sword energy tore through the darkness, heading straight for Lin Yuan's brow.