Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

The vast desert is shrouded in sweltering heat.

Looking out, Li Fu saw a hazy yellow expanse between heaven and earth, with sand and gravel swirling and howling as they swept across the dunes.

Everyone was skilled in martial arts, and their steps were light and swift, allowing them to move with incredible speed even on the soft sand.

After walking for a short while, in the misty sand ahead, the vague outline of a standing, motionless figure appeared, remaining still for a long time, which was quite eerie, as if it were waiting for them.

"There...there are people there!"

Someone cried out.

Li Fu frowned and focused.

Everyone's hearts tightened.

The eerie legends of Jinlou Shaxu instantly surfaced in my mind: were they the souls guarding the treasure? Or were they the trappings of sand bandits?

Everyone subconsciously slowed down, held their breath, and secretly channeled their inner energy as they moved forward.

As they got closer and saw the figure clearly, everyone involuntarily widened their eyes.

That's nobody at all.

Instead, it is a stone tablet that has been polished by wind and sand over the years, becoming round and strangely shaped like a standing person.

On the stone tablet, several large, blood-stained characters were menacing and glaring, exuding a strong sense of warning and unease.

"Those who covet the golden palace and the ruined sands will never leave; their souls will return to hell!"

Amidst the vast sandstorm, heaven and earth were in chaos, and it was impossible to distinguish between front and back.

When people are in this situation, they will instinctively feel insignificant and panicked.

Suddenly encountering this blood-written stone tablet, the bright red characters seemed to be silently dripping blood.

A chill instantly shot from everyone's tailbone to the top of their head, making everyone feel a chill and a sense of unease!

Li Fu glanced at the stone tablet, his brows furrowing slightly, and said.

"I don't know if this monument was erected by a kind-hearted person who had seen many treasure hunters perish in the desert, just to warn those who come after not to be greedy and waste their lives."

Or... is it someone with ulterior motives who deliberately set up this blood-written monument to unsettle people's minds?

Gong Xiaoshang shared the same idea as him and continued.

"When masters clash, sometimes a moment of weakness or wavering resolve can mean the difference between losing half the battle."

This stone tablet stands in a perilous place, exuding a chilling aura. It's hard to say whether someone is deliberately creating a suspense, trying to instill fear in our hearts before we step into danger.

"Hmph, playing tricks!"

The old man with the raging fire was most impatient with these things. He roared like thunder, "I have lived for decades and have never believed in any demons or monsters!"

If anyone dares to cause trouble in the shadows, I'll find them and kill them all with one blow!

He suddenly swung his palm out.

boom!

The palm strike was incredibly powerful, and the hard stone tablet, like rotten wood, shattered into countless fragments that scattered in all directions!

"Who cares who erected it? We won't need it anymore!"

The old man with the raging fire clapped his hands and stopped.

Seeing his domineering and direct manner, everyone thought to themselves, "This old man with the raging fire is truly confident."

Li Fu understood what the Old Man of Fiery Flames meant.

The Old Man of Fiery Flame was determined to obtain this treasure. Once he unearthed it, or killed the bandits and other scheming individuals who deliberately released the treasure to lure him into a wasted trip, there would naturally be no more Golden Tower Sand Ruins.

This is exactly what he agrees with.

Although the Old Man of Fiery Flame suffered a minor loss when he clashed palms with Li Fu, he still had his own confidence.

He reflected that he had not used his full strength at the time, and that in martial arts, profound internal strength is only the foundation; exquisite moves, combat experience, and mental fortitude are equally important!

His decades of experience, including over a hundred battles large and small, and life-or-death struggles, are far beyond what this young man, Li Fu, can compare to.

Furthermore, Li Fu is so young yet his internal strength is already so terrifying, which shows how much he has worked hard. It's impossible that he has even mastered a powerful move to such an advanced level.

These twenty-odd people were all skilled martial artists, the weakest of whom had once been notorious highway robbers who roamed the area. A destroyed stone tablet could not frighten them.

The group rallied and continued their journey deeper into the desert.

Despite the strong winds and sandstorms, they could not deter these martial arts masters.

The soft sand beneath their feet was like a smooth road to them, and they walked with ease.

Without a guide familiar with the route, ordinary people can easily get lost in this desolate desert, where a sandstorm can be fatal.

But for this group of people, many of the deadly problems in the desert are no longer a dead end.

They could leap and fly, easily covering hundreds of miles a day, and could reach the heart of the desert in just a few days.

The wind and sand blew in their faces, and everyone squinted as they hurried on.

The old man with the raging fire deliberately showed off, exerting force with his feet, his figure shot out like an arrow, and quickly turned into a small black dot in front of him.

His gaze unconsciously drifted backward, wanting to see if Li Fu could keep up, harboring a secret competitive spirit.

Unfortunately, Li Fu simply carried his bundle and followed the group at a leisurely pace, seemingly unaffected by the old man's lead and showing no intention of competing.

The old man with the blazing fire had been in the lead for a while, but seeing this, he felt a sense of frustration.

He cursed himself for being so irrational, wondering why he was arguing with a junior.

He was in a great hurry, but the other person was very leisurely. He immediately lost his spirit and slowed down.

Gong Xiaoshang saw this and couldn't help but smile.

"Little girl, what are you laughing at?"

The old man with the raging fire turned around and asked.

"I laugh at you, senior, for trying to compete for the order of succession. It's a pity that some people don't even care about this," Gong Xiaoshang said with a smile.

"Senior's lightness skill is superb, far beyond my reach. I am truly powerless to compete with you," said Li Fu, who was called upon, his voice tinged with amusement.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked closely.

It was clear that Li Fu did not possess any particularly skillful footwork while on his journey; he simply used ordinary leaps and bounds, displaying mediocre lightness skills and relying entirely on his inner energy to keep going.

The crowd felt somewhat relieved.

Thankfully, this young man still has shortcomings. If he were truly skilled in both internal and external arts and possessed unparalleled lightness skills, then one should really suspect that he is an old monster in disguise.

However, as time went on, people gradually became alarmed.

The desert is scorching hot, and the sandstorms are exhausting.

Although they used lightness skills to conserve energy, their internal energy was still greatly depleted.

In contrast, Li Fu was still relying solely on his ever-flowing and incredibly powerful Nine Yang True Qi to maintain his composure, showing no signs of fatigue!

At first, everyone thought he wouldn't last long, but as he followed the group for most of the day, crossing countless sand dunes, he remained relaxed and his breathing was steady and long.

On the contrary, they themselves had exhausted a great deal of internal energy, and gradually felt their breathing become short and their steps heavy, so they had to stop and recuperate for a while.

The group stopped to rest.

As everyone watched Li Fu standing on the sand dune, gazing into the distance against the wind and sand, seemingly taking a leisurely stroll after dinner, only one thought remained in their minds.

This boy's internal strength is so profound that it's practically unfathomable.

"Something has happened to the young master."

Just then, as everyone stopped to rest and were still catching their breath, a scream rang out.

"Young master, something has happened! Fourth brother has disappeared."

It was the shout of one of Wang Zheliu's servants.

The voice was filled with shock, causing everyone who had just relaxed to suddenly tense up again.

Everyone turned around abruptly.

Only three servants remained beside Wang Zheliu; the man who had been injured by Zhu Tongzhou among the original four tiger claws and four fierce beasts was nowhere to be seen!

"What happened? When did it disappear?"

Wang Zheliu's expression changed. The person who had just been beside him had disappeared, which sent a chill down his spine.

"He was injured, so he walked slower. The three of us were so busy attending to you, young master, that we...we didn't notice when he disappeared!"

Although one of the four tiger claws was injured, his injuries were not serious enough to prevent him from keeping up with the group.

How could it just disappear for no reason?

Li Fu and the others frowned and looked back, but there was no one in sight; they had truly disappeared.