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The powerful and vast true energy surged like a river, pouring into Xiaolongnu's back. Jiangnan's palm force was steady and heavy, unhurried and calm, using pure, upright, and peaceful internal force to crush and wash away the residual reverse energy in her meridians.

Ouyang Feng's method of sealing acupoints using the reversed Nine Yin Manual was bizarre and unconventional, with meridian restrictions that defied the common principles of martial arts, rendering all ordinary methods of releasing acupoints ineffective. However, faced with an absolutely profound foundation of internal energy, the strange force of the boundless water was like snow under the sun. In just a few breaths, the reversed true energy that had been entrenched in the major acupoints around Xiaolongnu's body dissipated layer by layer, melting away completely like snow meeting the scorching sun.

"Buzz—"

A subtle tremor resonated within Xiaolongnu's body, instantly dispelling the stiffness that had bound her limbs and bones, and allowing her stagnant blood and qi to flow freely again. Her eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly regained control of her body, and her previously dull and cold eyes gradually regained their lively luster.

The freed Xiaolongnu didn't say a word, and with a swift movement, she was about to leap out to chase after him. She didn't know who Ouyang Feng was, but seeing that the savage was crazy and unpredictable, and acted without any rules, she was afraid that Yang Guo was young and his skills were shallow, and that he would be in great danger if he fell into the hands of the savage.

Don't go.

Jiangnan raised his hand and gently stopped her, his tone calm and composed, full of confidence.

"That person just now should be the former Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison. It is said that he practiced the Nine Yin Manual in reverse, which made him mentally unstable and unpredictable in his attacks. You have just released your acupoints and your qi and blood have not yet recovered. If you rashly chase after him, you will only be restrained by his strange and unorthodox palm techniques. Yang Guo is his adopted son, so his life is not in danger for the time being. I will go."

Xiaolongnu looked up at him, her white robes fluttering in the wind, her eyes still holding their usual aloofness, yet concealing a hint of worry: "That person's martial arts are superb, you must be careful."

She knew that Jiangnan's cultivation was unfathomable; in the two years they had known each other, she had never seen him lose. However, Ouyang Feng was said to be one of the Five Greats of the martial arts world, having roamed the martial arts world for decades. He was a true grandmaster of martial arts, comparable to his ancestor, Lin Chaoying. This wild man was mentally unstable and had just been subdued in an instant, which made Xiaolongnu realize that this man's martial arts had become even more bizarre, domineering, and extremely dangerous.

"rest assured."

Jiang Nan smiled faintly, his expression relaxed and leisurely. He had spent two years in seclusion on Zhongnan Mountain, sparring with Xiaolongnu every day, and deducing the true essence of martial arts in the world in his spare time. Today, he could use the Western Poison's hand to verify the depth of his cultivation and confirm the results of his secluded training.

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't hesitate any longer. He lightly touched the bluestone ground with his feet and, without using any fancy footwork, relied solely on his powerful internal energy to activate the Golden Goose Skill. He transformed into a blur of light and disappeared into the vast mountain forest.

The Zhongnan Mountains are deep and secluded, with ancient trees reaching for the sky, their branches and leaves intertwining to block out the sun. The wind rustles through the forest, casting dappled shadows. Ouyang Feng, carrying Yang Guo, leaped and bounded along, his movements as swift as a ghost, his footsteps silent and his steps leaving no trace. In the blink of an eye, he had already penetrated deep into the heart of the mountains.

Yang Guo, gripped by his adoptive father's wrist, felt the wind whistling past his ears and the surrounding scenery rushing past, yet he felt no fear. Having experienced hardship and the harsh realities of life since childhood, he found unprecedented warmth and protection in the madman Ouyang Feng.

"Godfather, where are you taking me?" Yang Guo shouted, his eyes full of curiosity.

Ouyang Feng, running upside down with his head down and his hair flying wildly, had cloudy eyes that revealed a hint of fanatical obsession. Hearing this, he let out two strange, hoarse laughs, his voice odd: "Guo'er, that person's martial arts were too weak to teach you! Today, your godfather will impart to you unparalleled martial arts, guaranteeing that you will be invincible throughout the world!"

He was delirious and his thoughts were chaotic and disordered. He didn't care at all how domineering and barbaric his actions of suddenly attacking and sealing Xiaolongnu's acupoints and kidnapping Yang Guo were. He only thought about teaching Yang Guo martial arts.

Yang Guo felt a stirring in his heart, a mixture of anticipation and concern: "But my mother-in-law has treated me so well, I can't just abandon her without saying goodbye."

"Hmph!" Ouyang Feng snorted coldly, his tone full of disdain. He then suddenly stopped and stood upside down on the branch of a thousand-year-old pine tree.

Just then, a clear footstep sounded slowly from the forest path.

Unhurriedly, I crunched through the fallen leaves in the forest, the sound of the wind whistling past my ears.

Jiang Nan slowly walked out of the dense forest, his posture upright and graceful. His green robe was spotless. He stood several dozen steps away from Ouyang Feng, his expression calm and undisturbed, showing no sign of fighting spirit, but exuding the aura of a master who was as deep and imposing as a mountain.

He did not act rashly, but quietly observed the renowned Western Poison Master.

In his previous life, he had mastered martial arts, but among the Five Greats, he had only met Huang Yaoshi and Zhou Botong. He hadn't met the Northern Beggar, the Western Poison, or the Southern Emperor, nor had he gone to Jiangnan.

Now, seeing Ouyang Feng for the first time, it's a pity he's insane. The Ouyang Feng before me has a disheveled beard and hair, tattered clothes, and exudes a mad, manic aura, completely different from the ruthless and unparalleled master of White Camel Mountain of legend. Yet no one can deny that this seemingly mad old man is still a supreme figure standing at the very top of the martial arts pyramid.

He possesses countless unique skills, including the Reverse Nine Yin Manual, Toad Stance, Serpent Fist, and Instant Thousand Mile Movement. Even with his mental disability, his cultivation level remains unparalleled in the world.

"Huh? Who are you?"

Ouyang Feng's turbid gaze suddenly locked onto Jiang Nan, a sharp, fierce glint flashing in his eyes, and his aura instantly became violent and chilling. In his maddened state, he sensed danger from the stranger who had intruded.

  

When Yang Guo saw Jiangnan, he was instantly stunned, his eyes filled with astonishment.

He practiced martial arts diligently in the ancient tomb every day, and often saw this mysterious master who lived in seclusion in the mountains. He knew that Jiangnan's martial arts were unfathomable, and even his aunt had sparred with him for many years and was repeatedly defeated. He never expected that Jiangnan would actually chase him to this place, and it seemed that he would also fight his adoptive father.

"Mr. Jiangnan!" Yang Guo called out instinctively.

Ouyang Feng, driven by madness, stared intently at Jiang Nan and shouted in a strange voice, "Junior! Who are you? How dare you block the path of the number one in the world?!"

Before he finished speaking, a powerful gust of wind arose around him, causing the leaves of the surrounding trees to tremble violently, and an invisible, domineering pressure swept across the entire mountain forest. The overwhelming aura of a Five Great Master was so powerful that ordinary martial arts experts would have already been trembling in their hearts and kneeling on the ground.

Jiang Nan remained motionless, his expression calm, unaffected by the immense pressure enveloping him.

"Ouyang Feng," Jiang Nan spoke, his voice clear and steady, piercing through the howling wind, "The Ancient Tomb is a place of tranquil cultivation. You trespassed into Zhongnan Mountain, attacked a junior, and abducted another's disciple. This is far too domineering. Leave Yang Guo here, and I will let you leave safely."

This is the reason why Jiangnan can make things up at will; it's legitimate and justified, which is quite important.

"presumptuous!"

Ouyang Feng flew into a rage, his eyes wide open, his beard and hair standing on end, and his body was filled with the chaotic and agitated Nine Yin True Qi, which flowed out with a strange gray-white energy.

Throughout his life, he roamed the world with unparalleled arrogance and willfulness; no one had ever dared to speak to him or order him to back down. Even in his madness, the pride and domineering nature of a master remained undiminished.

"You insignificant nobody dares to point fingers at me! It seems you are ignorant of your own limitations. Today, I will show you what the greatest martial arts in the world truly are!"

As the roar subsided, Ouyang Feng did not hesitate any longer and his figure suddenly moved.

Without any warning, defying all conventional techniques, his inverted body suddenly leaped into the air, his legs crossing and kicking out, his inner energy surging, unleashing a chilling, domineering, twisted, and eerie force. This was the bizarre palm technique he had comprehended after practicing the Nine Yin Manual in reverse; its moves subverted the norms of martial arts, its attacks unpredictable, cunning, and insidious, making it impossible to defend against.

The air was torn apart by the force, producing a piercing whistling sound. The gray-white palm wind, carrying fierce power, rushed straight for Jiang Nan's vital points. Its speed was extremely fast, and it was already in front of him in an instant.

Yang Guo, watching from the side, was on edge, his fists clenched, barely daring to breathe. He knew his adoptive father's martial arts were so strong that no one in the martial world could stop him, and he was convinced that Jiang Nan was no match for him. He was afraid that if his adoptive father were seriously injured, he would not be able to explain it to his aunt.

Faced with this thunderous blow, Jiang Nan remained calm and composed.

He had long since reached the martial arts realm of overcoming all techniques with sheer force and breaking through complexity with simplicity. Others feared the strangeness of the Western Poison's moves, but in his eyes, the trajectory of all reversed meridians and abnormal moves was clear and unambiguous, without the slightest concealment.

"Practicing the Nine Yin Manual in reverse, the moves are unpredictable and the power is fierce, but unfortunately, it has gone astray and put the cart before the horse."

Jiangnan commented softly. As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly raised his arm. There was no earth-shattering momentum, no domineering phenomenon, just a simple punch.

This punch was neither forceful nor fierce, neither fast nor impatient, without any fancy moves; it was simply the purest and most profound flow of Taoist internal energy.

The righteous true energy is vast and boundless, upright and peaceful, and extremely pure, forming an extreme contrast with Ouyang Feng's sinister and twisted reverse energy.

"Bang!"

The two palms collided violently, and two completely different, powerful forces exploded and collided instantly.

A violent shockwave suddenly swept outwards from the point where the two were fighting, causing the branches and leaves of the towering ancient trees around to sway wildly, leaves to fly everywhere, and dust and pebbles to rise into the air. The entire mountain forest was filled with howling winds, creating a terrifying spectacle.

Click!

A faint sound of energy breaking apart quietly rang out.

Ouyang Feng's expression suddenly changed, his pupils contracted sharply, and the madness in his eyes faded, replaced by extreme astonishment and disbelief.

His proud Reverse Nine Yin Palm technique was domineering and devastating, capable of injuring even the most skilled martial artists. However, when it collided with Jiang Nan's seemingly ordinary punch, it was like ice and snow meeting a raging fire, or rotten wood hitting fine steel. Instantly, it shattered layer by layer and vanished without a trace.

The pure and righteous true energy pressed down and flowed into his body in reverse along his palm meridians, causing his blood and qi to surge and his meridians to tingle. He staggered back three steps before regaining his balance.

Each step that landed caused the ground to tremble slightly.

"You...your internal energy..." Ouyang Feng stared intently at Jiang Nan, his face filled with shock, his cloudy eyes filled with incomprehension. "Just Quanzhen internal energy?! How is that possible?"

This seemingly young junior in front of me has cultivated his internal strength to such a profound and pure level using only the basic internal skills of the Quanzhen Sect, far surpassing anything I have ever seen in my life. It is simply unbelievable!

Jiang Nan stood firmly in place, his figure as steady as Mount Tai, his clothes fluttering slightly. The fierce exchange of blows had not forced him to retreat an inch.

"The Nine Yin Manual is the general outline of all martial arts, the true path leads to the same origin, and all methods share the same source. You have abandoned the orthodox and followed the unorthodox, neglecting the essential and pursuing the trivial. Even if your moves are unpredictable, they are ultimately unorthodox and cannot withstand the true path of martial arts."

Jiangnan spoke calmly, yet every word revealed the fundamental flaws in Ouyang Feng's martial arts.

Practicing the Nine Yin Manual in reverse, while seemingly granting a surge in combat power and invincible techniques, actually constantly depletes one's foundation and distorts one's meridians and blood circulation. This is the root cause of Ouyang Feng's mental instability and inability to regain his clarity. His strength lies in defying the natural order and depleting his very essence, rather than representing the true pinnacle of martial arts.

"Nonsense!"

Ouyang Feng was struck where it hurt, and instantly flew into a rage, his madness surging once more, completely suppressing his shock. He was obsessed with martial arts all his life, extremely arrogant, and hated nothing more than others denying him, especially his madness.

"My supernatural powers are unmatched! No one in the world can rival me!"

With a roar, Ouyang Feng burst forth once more, his movements incredibly fast, transforming into a blurry black shadow. Instinctively, he unleashed his ultimate technique—Toad Stance!

His true energy instantly gathered in his dantian, his back arched, his shoulders shrugged, his posture bizarre, like a giant toad poised to pounce. The energy around him suddenly became condensed and domineering, no longer sinister and twisted, but filled with an unstoppable explosive power, powerful and fierce, shaking the mountains and forests.

Toad Stance is the unique skill of Ouyang Feng. Once unleashed, its explosive power is unparalleled in the world. It is fierce, domineering, and indestructible, and is the foundation upon which Ouyang Feng stands in the martial arts world.

In the instant of gathering his strength, Ouyang Feng pushed out with both palms simultaneously. The powerful palm force, carrying the might to split mountains and shatter rocks, slammed fiercely towards Jiangnan with a deep, explosive sound!

This strike was a full-force attack at the level of the Five Greats, far surpassing the previous sneak attack. The air currents in the mountains and forests instantly stagnated, and the oppressive feeling was suffocating and bone-chilling.

Yang Guo's face turned pale, his heart leaped into his throat, and he stared intently at the two people facing off in the arena.

Faced with the formidable Toad Skill that shook the martial arts world, Jiangnan remained unfazed.

He was well aware of the formidable power of the Toad Style, and even more so of its weaknesses in accumulating power and its shortcomings in strength. This skill excels in its instantaneous burst of power and unparalleled ferocity, but it lacks follow-through and has a weak defense. Once the accumulated power is broken, the offensive collapses without a fight.

He subtly shifted his body to the side, his steps seemingly slow, yet he precisely avoided the direct impact of the palm strike. His inner energy circulated throughout his body, his movements unpredictable, perfectly timed to the moment when the Toad Stance's power was at its peak.

At the same time, he brought his two fingers together, and a wisp of pure and sharp true energy condensed at his fingertips, piercing through the air!

This finger strike was simple and fluid, without any grand gestures, yet extremely precise, striking directly at the point where Ouyang Feng's Toad Style aura was at its strongest!

Although Jiangnan does not possess the pure Yang finger power of "One-Finger Divine Skill," when one's Taoist internal energy level is high enough and one's internal strength is profound enough, supernatural powers will naturally arise.

"puff!"

With a single finger strike, the target is precisely positioned where the momentum is strongest, which is also its weakness!

Ouyang Feng's body stiffened instantly. The Toad Stance power he had been accumulating for so long suddenly got stuck in his meridians, unable to be released or replenished. His domineering and powerful palm force instantly collapsed and backfired.

"Ugh!"

He groaned, his body trembled violently, his blood surged, a metallic taste rose in his throat, and he staggered backward uncontrollably, his face turning deathly pale.

The ultimate attack, which consumed his entire life's cultivation, was so easily countered by the opponent, who saw through its flaws at a glance!

Such a martial arts perspective and such a sense of proportion in combat are simply unheard of and unseen!

Ouyang Feng went completely mad. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was flying wildly, and his internal energy was chaotic and rampant. The reversed Nine Yin Manual and the remaining power of the Toad Stance were colliding and churning in his body, making his breathing increasingly unstable.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I am invincible!"

He had completely lost his mind, ignoring his injuries and the chaos of his inner energy. His body moved wildly, unleashing a barrage of palm, fist, finger, and leg techniques. The Serpent Palm was cunning and coiling, the Reverse Nine Yin Palm was unpredictable and ever-changing, and his movements were as elusive as a ghost. Countless moves, dense and layered, swept over Jiangnan like a tidal wave.

In an instant, a strong wind howled through the forest, palm shadows swirled, and moves spread in all directions, sealing off all of Jiangnan's escape routes. The offensive was ferocious and fierce, a veritable feast of killing in the martial arts world.

No matter how swift and violent Ouyang Feng's attacks were, Jiang Nan remained calm and composed.

He moved with a light step, his figure weaving through the barrage of attacks. Every dodge and every parry was precisely timed to exploit the weaknesses in the moves. Ouyang Feng's fastest movements appeared as slow as flowing water to him; the most unpredictable techniques were clearly discernible to him.

The overwhelming and violent attacks couldn't even touch a single hem of his clothes.

Jiang Nan occasionally raised his hand to block, his palm strikes powerful and balanced, seemingly gentle but containing immense force. Each collision caused Ouyang Feng's arm to go numb and his internal energy to fluctuate.

Dozens of moves passed in the blink of an eye.

Ouyang Feng launched a relentless and frenzied attack, rapidly depleting his inner energy. His breathing became increasingly erratic and heavy, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, his blood churned violently, and he suffered an unbearable chest pain. Yet, despite his relentless and all-out assault, he could not harm Jiang Nan in the slightest. The opponent remained calm and composed, his inner strength abundant and profound, showing no signs of depletion.

The difference in skill is obvious, and the outcome is clear.

Yang Guo stood aside, completely dumbfounded and lost in thought.

He had heard of the Five Greats' fame on Peach Blossom Island and believed that his adoptive father and Uncle Guo were the pinnacle of martial arts, invincible. But today, he witnessed firsthand that even the peerless Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, who was fighting with all his might, was completely suppressed by this reclusive gentleman from Zhongnan Mountain. He was being toyed with throughout, utterly powerless to fight back!

It turns out that there are such unfathomable martial arts in this world!

That's enough.

A faint sound rang out, piercing through the strong winds.

Jiang Nan, unwilling to continue fighting the madman Ouyang Feng, suddenly accelerated the moment he finished speaking.

The figure that had been calmly dodging suddenly broke through the air, so fast that it was difficult to see with the naked eye. Before the crazed Ouyang Feng could make another move, a palm was gently struck out, accurately landing on his chest.

This palm strike was executed with exquisite precision, neither forceful nor violent, but rather profound and refined, striking directly at Ouyang Feng.

"Buzz!"

The gentle yet domineering energy instantly invaded Ouyang Feng's body, suppressing his chaotic and rampant Reverse Nine Yin True Qi, sealing off the restless energy around him, and simultaneously dissolving all backlash.

"puff--"

Ouyang Feng's body trembled violently. He could no longer suppress the surging blood and qi within his body. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his strength dissipated instantly. He could no longer maintain his offensive and staggered back several steps before barely managing to stand up by leaning against a tree trunk.

He stared at Jiangnan with a look of horror on his face. In his bloodshot eyes, most of the madness had faded, leaving only extreme shock and awe.

Having roamed the martial world for half his life, mastering the Nine Yin Manual in reverse and cultivating an unparalleled evil skill, even with his incomplete mind, he believed his combat power to be unmatched in the world. Yet today, he was easily and silently crushed by an unknown junior.

The opponent's martial arts vision, internal strength cultivation, and combat control have long surpassed the level of the Five Greats, reaching a realm that he cannot comprehend.

"Who...who exactly are you?" Ouyang Feng's voice was hoarse and trembling, completely devoid of his previous domineering arrogance.

Jiang Nan withdrew his palm and stood up, his green robe unchanged, and spoke calmly: "A recluse in the mountains, nameless and faceless. Ouyang Feng, your cultivation is unparalleled, your talent is peerless, but unfortunately your obsession is too deep, and you have gone astray. You ruined your own martial arts path by practicing the True Scripture in reverse. It is truly a pity."

Everything he said was true. Ouyang Feng's martial arts talent was the best in both the Condor Heroes and Divine Condor Heroes eras. If he had practiced the Nine Yin Manual and adhered to the righteous path back then, his achievements would have been limitless, and he would not be the mad, crippled, and limited martial arts figure he is today.

Ouyang Feng stared at him blankly, his eyes churning with complex emotions. His mad mind was surprisingly clear for a moment. He gazed at Jiangnan and remained silent for a long time.

Jiang Nan turned to look at Yang Guo, who was already stunned, and asked gently, "Guo'er, will you come back to the Ancient Tomb with me or with your godfather?"

Yang Guo came to his senses, looked at his adoptive father who was breathing erratically and looked listless, and then looked at Jiang Nan who was dignified and unfathomable. He was filled with mixed feelings and told Jiang Nan that he would take care of his adoptive father and that he would go back later.

Jiang Nan nodded, no longer looking at Ouyang Feng, and turned to leave slowly. His clear voice echoed through the mountains and forests: "I will not harm you today, but your mind is clouded and your path has strayed. Staying in Zhongnan Mountain will be of no use. Leave quickly, and never again trespass into ancient tombs or disturb others."

Ouyang Feng stood there, watching the leisurely departing figure in green robes. All his rage dissipated, leaving only a heart full of loneliness and powerlessness.

The obsession with being invincible has been shattered today.