How did I, a fake bodyguard, become a terrestrial immortal?

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained the max-level martial art—Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms!]

As the system's voice faded, eighteen different palm techniques simultaneously flooded into Lu Yang's mind.

The dragon that soars too high will regret it; the dragon flies in the sky; the dragon appears in the field...

There were no obscure or difficult-to-understand incantations, and Lu Yang did not need to start cultivating again.

The energy flow and variations of each palm technique are directly transformed into bodily instincts.

For the first time, the Xuanwu Qi and blood, which had been buried deep in the flesh and blood and only passively defended, had a way to be released outward.

Lu Yang subconsciously raised his right hand.

The dark yellow aura flowed along his arm into his palm, vaguely condensing into a golden dragon shadow.

A deep, resonant dragon's roar echoed throughout the underground dock.

Zhao Mingtang opened her eyes wide.

What kind of domineering palm technique is this?!

Zhou Shun was even more excited: "The Black Tortoise protects the body, the True Dragon clears the way..."

Lu Yang couldn't hear what he was muttering.

As he watched the dragon-shaped aura gradually dissipate in his palm, only one thought remained in his mind.

The system finally remembered that it also needed to hit people!

Before Lu Yang could even study the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, the Xuanwu stone gate behind him suddenly began to shake.

A crack quickly spread from the top of the door frame.

The forced opening of the stone gate had already disrupted the balance inside the shipwreck dock.

Now, as he is further struck by the Dragon-Shaped Palm Intent, pebbles continue to fall from above.

Zhou Shun's expression changed drastically: "Oh no, the dock is about to collapse!"

A large amount of black water gushed out from below the stone gate.

The rotten boats that were originally stranded on both sides began to tilt, and the iron chains connecting them to the rock walls broke one after another.

"Let's get out of here!" Lu Yang put the half of the Xuanwu Dart token back into his pocket.

Bai Yixin wanted to pull Fang Xuan up, but Fang Xuan was too tall.

Lu Yang reached out and grabbed Fang Xuan's belt, hoisting him onto his shoulder with the practiced ease of carrying a sack of grain.

The group returned along the same route.

Zhao Mingtang followed closely beside Lu Yang, the lock on her wrist still slightly warm.

Two guards from the Prince An's residence stood at the back, constantly wielding their swords to smash the falling rocks from the cliff face.

Upon entering the waterway under repair, the sound of breaking wood came from ahead.

An old ship that had been abandoned for many years was shaken and its hull completely fell apart.

A large amount of timber mixed with gravel blocked the already narrow exit.

Zhou Shun quickly stepped forward to examine the body, his expression gradually turning grim.

"This road is blocked."

"Are there any other exits?" Zhao Mingtang asked.

"Yes, but you need to return to the shipwreck dock and detour through the western waterway."

Zhou Shun looked back.

The water level behind them had risen to their knees, and more ships were collapsing inside the shipyard.

Going back now would be tantamount to suicide!

Bai Miyao nestled in Bai Yixin's arms, her little face pale, but she didn't cry.

Qingluo and two guards began moving the rubble.

The wooden beams blocking the exit were intertwined, with several rocks weighing thousands of kilograms weighing on top of them, making it impossible to clear them in a short time.

Lu Yang handed Fang Xuan over to Bai Yixin.

"Everyone, step back a little."

Zhao Mingtang looked at him: "Master, are you going to use the palm technique you just used?"

"Give it a try." Lu Yang walked to the wooden blockage blocking the waterway.

Although the max-level Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms had become second nature to him, this was the first time he had actively used an offensive martial art.

If the direction is off, everyone present will probably be buried here.

Lu Yang recalled the palm strike in his mind.

The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are extremely powerful and yang, but they are not just about brute force.

The saying goes, "When a dragon soars too high, it will regret it." If you unleash ten parts of your palm strike, you must still leave twenty parts of your strength behind.

Only by being able to send and receive at will can one avoid being too rigid and breaking down.

The reasoning sounds simple.

As for whether he could do it, Lu Yang wasn't sure.

He took a step forward and slowly pushed out his right palm.

The black tortoise qi and blood in the body seemed to have found an outlet, surging out along the meridians.

A golden dragon shadow burst forth from the palm of his hand.

The dragon's shadow crashed into the wooden and stone blocking the exit, but instead of exploding immediately, it swept the entire obstacle away and surged outwards.

The wooden beams and the boulders were pushed away from the waterway at the same time.

Even the half-mountain wall outside the exit was plowed with a mark several feet long by the force of the palm!

The evening light fell once again on the repaired waterway.

Everyone fell silent.

Lu Yang looked down at his palm.

Is this the max-level Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?

If he had known the system had such a good thing, why would he have stood there and let himself be killed?

If someone slashes at him, he can just swat them back with a dragon attack!

Zhao Mingtang's gaze was complicated: "Master, didn't you say you didn't know martial arts?"

"Ahem, I just learned it myself."

The two guards from the Prince An's mansion looked at the boulder that had been pushed several feet away by the force of the palm strike, and then at Lu Yang.

How can one condense a dragon-shaped palm strike so quickly after learning it?

If we let him train for a few more days, wouldn't he be able to flatten mountains?

"The young master is indeed a man of great talent."

Zhou Shun sighed sincerely.

Lu Yang glanced at him.

Even his own explanations seem absurd, so why does this old man act like he's figured everything out on his own?

Another tremor came from behind the waterway.

The group did not linger and quickly passed through the exit.

When they returned to the old ferry shore, the waterway behind them that was under repair had been completely submerged by the black water.

The stone gate, however, did not collapse.

It remains hidden deep inside, isolating what lies behind the door from the outside world.

……

Zhou Shunsheng lit a fire.

Bai Yixin found a medicine bottle on Fang Xuan's waist and fed him the pills inside.

About fifteen minutes later, a bit of color finally returned to Fang Xuan's face.

He opened his eyes, saw the people guarding him, and visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are we out?"

"I'm out." Lu Yang sat by the fire. "We'll settle the debt you owe me for saving my life later."

Fang Xuan ignored his demands for repayment.

"Where is that woman?"

"We've already entered the stone gate."

Fang Xuan's face, which had just recovered, turned pale again.

"We must stop her."

"What's inside?" Zhao Mingtang asked.

Fang Xuan looked around, and only lowered his voice after confirming that the Xuanwu Stone Gate had not reopened.

"Extraterrestrial Demons".

The area around the fire immediately fell silent.

Fang Xuan continued, "The ancient books of the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers record that the extraterrestrial demons are not monsters, but a group of demons who do not belong to this world."

"They possess a great deal of incredible knowledge and are most adept at manipulating people's minds."

"Hundreds of years ago, the Great Li Kingdom was almost destroyed because of them. Later, the first generation of stargazers joined forces with the Zhao royal family and used the dynasty's fortune to suppress them."

Zhao Mingtang remembered the old gentleman she had met in her childhood.

"Was Gu Shouyi also an astrologer?"

Fang Xuan looked at her: "Do you know Gu Shouyi?"

I saw it once when I was a child.

Fang Xuan's expression grew even more solemn: "Gu Shouyi is the last astrologer of Dali, and also the teacher of the Fate Master Shen Guanqi."

"Ten years ago, he suddenly disappeared. The lineage of stargazers was also cut off."

Lu Yang rubbed his temples.

Now, how come another group of extraterrestrial demons have suddenly appeared?

All of them have such complicated backgrounds?!

All I want is a peaceful and stable life.

How did we end up involving extraterrestrial demons without even realizing it?

Just then, a slight stinging pain suddenly came from the depths of Lu Yang's soul.

It was as if something had locked onto his location from a great distance.

Immediately afterwards, the voice of a strange man rang in his mind.

His tone was gentle, even carrying a hint of joy at a long-awaited reunion.

"Finally found you! Fellow countryman from Earth!"