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In addition to being known as the "God of War," Qin Chuan has now been further branded as a "Martial Arts Master," deeply shocking all Taoists.

Qin Chuan returned the greeting: "You flatter me, senior."

He looked at Chisongzi and Xiaoyaozi, whose expressions were complicated, but since Beimingzi had already spoken, they had nothing to say.

Chapter 55 Piercing the Obsession, Wei Suffers No Casualties

Under Bei Mingzi's guidance, Qin Chuan was able to enter the most core forbidden area of ​​Taoism, Xinzhai.

This is a naturally formed stone chamber located deep inside the mountain.

It contains Taoist charm and is full of spiritual energy. The walls are engraved with profound Taoist patterns, and the stone shelves around it store the most precious core classics of Taoism, from Lao Tzu and Zhuangzi, in bamboo slips and silk books.

Xiaomeng formally became a disciple of Beimingzi and began her cultivation journey.

Bei Mingzi taught her according to her aptitude, and did not rush to impart profound skills. Instead, he had her sit quietly on the mountaintop every day, watching the changing sea of ​​clouds, listening to the sound of pine trees and springs, and comprehending the way of nature.

At the same time, the gentlest Taoist energy was used to refine her constitution and solidify her foundation.

Xiaomeng has exceptional comprehension and is making rapid progress.

Early in the morning, Xiaomeng carefully carried a wooden food box towards Xinzhai.

The food box contained simple meals she had learned to cook herself: a bowl of congee and several dishes of seasonal vegetables from the mountains.

She begged her senior brother, who was in charge of the meals, to teach her this recipe, hoping to send it to her brother who was still reading in the meditation room.

Upon entering the Heart Chamber, Xiaomeng saw Qin Chuan deep in thought, staring at an ancient scroll. Her icy blue eyes lit up, and her small face showed a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.

"Brother, dinner's ready. I...I made it myself."

The voice still carried a childish tone, but it was more lively than when it first arrived.

Qin Chuan put down the bamboo scroll and watched as Xiaomeng clumsily opened the food box, revealing a simple but heartfelt meal. Warmth welled up in his eyes.

"Xiaomeng is so thoughtful."

He picked up his chopsticks, took a few bites, and was about to praise it.

"Hehehe..."

A chilling chuckle suddenly echoed in the quiet meditation room.

The figure of Qingxuan, a disciple of the Human Sect, appeared at the doorway like a ghost. His face was no longer gentle as usual; instead, it was filled with deep-seated resentment and a hint of madness.

"A meal made by your own hands? How touching! It's a pity, Ying Chuan, you'll never have another meal like this!"

Xiaomeng's face paled, and she abruptly looked at Qingxuan:

"Senior Brother Qingxuan? What...what did you say?"

"I'm telling you, I've already laced the food you cooked with 'Bone-Corroding Powder'! It's colorless and odorless, and in half an hour, your internal organs will rot and your meridians will be severed!"

Qingxuan, or rather Wei Wushang, stared intently at Qin Chuan and grinned maliciously:

"Ying Chuan! You executioner who destroyed my Wei Kingdom! Today is your death day! I will avenge the royal family of Wei and the millions of people of Wei!"

Xiaomeng was struck dumb, staring at the food box, both shocked and furious:

"You! You lied to me! You said you were also from Wei and sympathized with my plight... You approached me just to poison me?!"

She recalled Qingxuan's several "chance encounters" with her before, during which he "kindly" instructed her on how to start a fire and cook, but it turned out he harbored malicious intentions!

Qin Chuan remained calm, even picking up a spoon, scooping up a spoonful of porridge, and, to Xiaomeng and Wei Wushang's astonishment, calmly putting it into his mouth, savoring it, and then nodding.

"Hmm, the porridge is cooked well, the heat is just right."

"You...?!" Wei Wushang's pupils shrank sharply, then he burst into wild laughter, "Hahaha! Ying Chuan! You're about to die and you're still pretending to be tough? Eat! Keep eating! I'll see how long you can keep up this act!"

Qin Chuan, unhurried and unhurried, actually ate all the food Xiao Meng had prepared, bite by bite, completely clean, under Wei Wushang's incredulous gaze.

He put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then looked up at the bewildered Wei Wushang, his eyes indifferent:

"Wei Wushang, a member of the royal family of Wei. Do you think you can hide your identity from anyone?"

Wei Wushang's expression changed drastically:

"How...how did you know?!"

“From beginning to end, I know everything about you.”

Qin Chuan's voice was completely calm:

"You approached Xiaomeng, taking advantage of her shared identity as a Wei citizen and her sympathy, to induce her to poison the food I cooked. This plan, though vicious, was clumsy."

"Impossible!" Wei Wushang exclaimed, "If you knew beforehand, why did you still eat it?!"

“Because,” Qin Chuan looked at Xiaomeng beside him, whose face was pale with shock and guilt and whose body was trembling slightly, and his voice softened, “this is the first time Xiaomeng has cooked a meal for me by herself. I don’t want to waste this sentiment.”

He paused, then turned his gaze back to Wei Wushang, which instantly became sharp as a sword. "As for your poison 'Bone-Corroding Powder'? Ha, let alone this tiny bit of poison, even the most potent poison in the world would be like a clear spring and sweet dew to me."

As Qin Chuan finished speaking, his aura remained perfectly balanced, his complexion was rosy, and his eyes were clear. There was no sign of poisoning whatsoever.

"No! I don't believe it!" Wei Wushang went completely mad, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Qin Chuan, and he drew his sword from his waist. "Ying Chuan! Prepare to die!"

Ignoring everything else, he concentrated all his strength, becoming one with his sword, transforming into a chilling beam of light that pierced straight into Qin Chuan's heart!

He knew he was no match for Qin Chuan, but hatred had consumed his reason, and he only wanted to die together with him!

"Brother, be careful!" Xiaomeng cried out in alarm.

However, a small figure wrapped in a black cloak was faster than her voice!

Suddenly, a sharp light flashed in Xiaomeng's eyes, and her sorrow and anger transformed into power!

She didn't have her own sword yet, and in desperation, she grabbed a wooden ruler that Qin Chuan had placed on the ground to adjust the lamp wick. Her Taoist internal energy, which had been guided and refined by Bei Mingzi and was only at the beginning but was exceptionally pure, suddenly erupted!

"Don't hurt my brother!"

Amidst her sharp shout, Xiaomeng's figure moved as nimbly as the wind, her white hair fluttering in the breeze!

The wooden ruler in her hand was infused with internal energy, and it emitted a faint, clear sound!

There were no complicated moves, only the most authentic and direct traces contained in the wind, clouds, pines, and bamboos as Bei Mingzi taught her to understand nature these past few days!

The wooden ruler struck first, hitting the spine of Wei Wushang's longsword with perfect accuracy, seven inches away!

An overwhelming force surged into the sword!

Wei Wushang felt a violent jolt in his wrist, and his longsword came to an abrupt halt as if it had crashed into a mountain!

Furthermore, a strange internal force penetrated his meridians, instantly paralyzing half of his body!

He stared in utter horror at the little girl before him, her white hair and blue eyes, her gaze as cold as ice—she had only been practicing for a few days?!

"Why?!" Wei Wushang, unable to move after being struck in a vital spot by the wooden ruler, roared in despair and confusion, "Xiaomeng! He destroyed our country! He's our enemy! Why are you helping him?!"

Xiaomeng held a wooden ruler, pointing it steadily at Wei Wushang's throat. Her icy blue eyes remained unwavering, filled only with clear grief and indignation.

“Enemies? The ones who destroyed my village and killed my father and mother were not the Qin army! They were those defeated soldiers wearing Wei uniforms, burning, killing, and looting, not even sparing their own people! They were the Wei army!”

Her voice, though sharp like a child's, was as piercing as a knife:

"It was my brother! He saved me! He brought me here and gave me a new home! What has this 'country' you speak of given me? Only the destruction of my family and the death of my people! Only endless war brought about by the ambition and greed of you royal nobles!"

Wei Wushang was struck as if by a heavy blow. He opened his mouth, but was speechless.

Xiaomeng's words were like a cold dagger, piercing his obsession with revenge.

He looked around and saw that Bei Mingzi, Chi Songzi, Xiaoyaozi, and many Taoist disciples who had rushed over upon hearing the news had surrounded the entrance of Xinzhai. Their gazes toward him were complex, containing shock, regret, and wariness.

"Heh...heh..." Wei Wushang laughed bitterly, the last light in his eyes extinguished: "The pure land of the Dao has been defiled by me in the end...Ying Chuan, you have won, and won thoroughly."

He gritted his teeth, and the poison sac hidden between his teeth ruptured instantly!

Wei Wushang's body convulsed violently, his face quickly turning ashen. He looked at Xiaomeng with a complex and unfathomable expression, and finally slowly collapsed, dying.

His choice to commit suicide may have been out of a desire not to implicate the Taoist community, or perhaps out of utter despair regarding his path of revenge.

Xiaomeng looked at Wei Wushang lying on the ground, her small hand gripping the wooden ruler trembling slightly, a trace of confusion flashing in her icy blue eyes, which was then replaced by a deeper determination.

She dropped the wooden ruler, rushed to Qin Chuan's side, and tightly grasped his arm, her voice choked with fear:

"Brother... I'm sorry... I almost got you hurt..."

Qin Chuan gently patted her head and said softly, "It's not your fault. You did a great job."

He looked at Bei Mingzi and the others: "These are remnants of the Wei Kingdom, and have nothing to do with the Daoist school. The corpses are to be disposed of by your sect."

The Wei Wushang incident was like a pebble thrown into a calm Daoist lake; although it caused ripples, it was quickly quelled by the Daoist leadership.

The leader of the Human Sect, Xiaoyaozi, felt deeply ashamed and thoroughly investigated the backgrounds of the disciples who had entered the sect.

Within the confines of the Heart Studio, time flows on.

Qin Chuan immersed himself in the vast classics of Taoism, which corroborated his knowledge of Yin-Yang philosophy. His understanding of Yin and Yang, and all things in the universe, became increasingly profound and comprehensive, and his cultivation level improved silently.

Xiaomeng, under the careful guidance of the peerless master Beimingzi, displayed an comprehension and progress that amazed the entire Taoist community.

She seemed to be born for the Dao, and she could grasp the profound principles taught by Bei Mingzi immediately, and even apply them to other situations.

In a short period of time, the pure Taoist energy within his body had begun to take shape, and a Taoist charm flowed subtly with every gesture.

Finally, Qin Chuan closed the last bamboo scroll.

He had read through all the Taoist classics, and what he had gained was beyond words.

On the day of departure, at the summit of Mount Taiyi.

Xiaomeng hugged Qin Chuan tightly, burying her face in his chest, her white hair fluttering in the wind.

She tried hard to hold back her tears, her voice muffled: "Brother... are you leaving?"

"Yes, brother still has things to do." Qin Chuan gently stroked her white hair. "Xiao Meng, you need to follow your master and cultivate diligently to become stronger."

Xiaomeng nodded vigorously, raised her head, and her icy blue eyes were no longer filled with tears, only a calmness and determination beyond her years:

"Don't worry, brother! I will definitely become very, very strong! Strong enough... to protect you, protect Master, and protect Mount Taiyi!"

She paused, looked into Qin Chuan's eyes, and said, word by word, "I will go into seclusion! When I emerge, I will definitely show my brother a different Xiaomeng!"

Looking at the determination and commitment in her eyes, Qin Chuan smiled with satisfaction: "Okay, brother will wait."

He turned around, and his figure in black robes gradually disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

Xiaomeng stood atop the mountain, her small figure appearing particularly frail against the backdrop of the massive mountains, yet her resolve was unwavering.