Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

"Feng Tianyang is dead. You can take the Spirit Binding and Commanding skills you wanted."

The words have not yet fallen.

Gu Qi'an strode over, and before anyone could react, the richly dressed fat man, Wang Ai, was captured.

"stop!!!"

What exactly do you want to do?

"I've given you extraordinary skills, isn't that enough?"

The head of the Wang family was horrified and quickly tried to stop him.

Unfortunately, it was too late. While the fat man was in a panic, Gu Qi'an forcibly poured a white pill into his throat.

"Father...save...save me..."

Wang Ai was so frightened that he almost cried. The young man, who was slightly older than him, had a bloodthirsty aura about him. Just a glance at him made his legs go weak.

"What...what did you feed him?!"

The head of the Wang family gritted his teeth and questioned, but due to the severe shortage of experts within the clan, he had almost no confidence in speaking.

"Young master is a pampered and spoiled nobleman..."

Gu Qi'an grabbed Wang Ai by the throat. Seeing the fat man trembling and greasy, he lost interest and casually tossed him aside. Wang Ai was immediately sent flying several meters, looking utterly disheveled.

“Mr. Wang, if there is any problem with the Spirit Control Technique you handed over, I guarantee that this fat man will die a horrible death.”

"You! Don't push your luck!!"

The head of the Wang family had red eyes and slightly ferocious features, resembling a wounded wild beast.

A single accusation brought death upon other members of the tribe.

"Pfft!"

Gu Qi'an waved his hand and shot out two streaks of Crimson Martial True Qi, piercing the chest of the nearest member of the Wang family, whose internal organs exploded and he died.

"I counted to ten."

"If you do not summon the spirits and generals, Boss Wang, your entire clan will be buried with you."

Gu Qi'an completely ignored the hostile stares from the crowd, and simply counted softly, "One, two, three..."

"enough."

"I give you."

The head of the Wang family was driven to the brink of collapse, his mind in turmoil. His intuition told him that this madman from Quanxing was capable of anything.

moment.

A trusted confidant from the clan brought a cultivation manual on binding spirits and commanding generals, which was then handed over to Gu Qi'an.

"Why didn't you do this sooner?"

"Pedantism."

He snatched the manual, turned and left, much to the excitement of the dozens of demons who had witnessed the whole thing.

They were almost bursting with pleasure; the thrill of humiliating a prestigious sect was so intense it went straight to their heads and lingered for a long time.

"Hey, the Wang family, they're nothing special."

"Just an easy target."

"You cowardly good-for-nothing, from now on, when you see your Quanxing grandpa, you'd better take a detour."

Amidst the repeated humiliations, the head of the Wang family was so enraged that he nearly fainted.

Supported by his clansmen, he watched Gu Qi'an stride away, his hatred surging like never before.

........

Lu family.

In a dimly lit underground room, Prince Zhong squatted in a corner, his hair disheveled and his face haggard. There were leftover food and wine on the table.

The Lü family didn't make things difficult for him. Apart from bringing him meals, they barely exchanged a word with him and just let him fend for himself.

Two days ago, while he was practicing medicine, he was detained by masked elites sent by the Lü family. I have a rough idea of ​​why, it has something to do with his fiancée.

The person hiding behind the scenes may want to use his life to coerce Duanmu Ying into showing himself.

"Ugh....."

Thinking of this, Wang Zizhong couldn't help but feel guilty and sigh silently.

The news of Duanmu Ying being expelled from her sect and severing ties with her family caused a great uproar.

As her fiancé, he couldn't understand what had led his fiancée to become sworn brothers with the devil, resulting in her becoming a fugitive.

Wang Zizhong had also considered searching for them, but he was too preoccupied with illnesses and couldn't spare the time to help anyone from high-ranking officials to ordinary people.

Now he is filled with worry and feels no joy at the upcoming meeting. He is only ashamed that he has caused his wife's death.

Wang Zizhong was well aware that neither the Duanmu family nor Jishetang could protect her from the charge of colluding with Quanxing. If these people succeeded, they would probably kill her to silence her.

Are they destined to be a pair of doomed lovers?

Ugh.....

Trapped in a deadly situation, Wang Zizhong was restless and filled with remorse. Thinking of the wounded waiting for his treatment, he felt deeply ashamed. He had failed their expectations, and he had also failed his master…

Outside the secret room stood several figures, peering through the narrow window at the down-on-his-luck man inside.

"Father, is this really going to work? Isn't it a bit too much?"

Lu Ci frowned. In his view, the imprisoned Prince Zhong was an undeserved misfortune, and he did not want to target him deliberately.

Some of the elders in his family had initially tried to torture him, but he felt it was inappropriate and stopped them.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Lü was displeased, but patiently said:

"What time is it now? Why are you still worrying about this?"

He patted Lü Ci on the shoulder, sighed first, and then earnestly instructed him:

“You are my only child. The other uncles and elders are getting old. In the future, the huge family business will fall on your shoulders.”

"Kid, you need to be decisive..."

"Besides, with two skilled hands, we can simply erase this person's memory. Why should we have any psychological burden?"

"..."

Lu Ci pursed his lips and fell silent. He knew his father's hardships and understood his good intentions, so he did not argue.

Once something is done, there's no going back. You either go all the way down this dark path or pray for a turning point.

As a beneficiary of the clan's protection and bound by blood ties, Lü Ci always stood on the side of the family. As for so-called benevolence and morality, he actually scoffed at them.

In times of chaos, without ruthless methods, one will sooner or later be devoured by the surrounding enemies, leaving not even bones behind.

Father Lü glanced at Prince Zhong in the secret room, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes. In fact, he was not sure whether Duanmu Ying would show up.

"If she doesn't come in three more days, then get rid of her and try to make it quick."

"Okay... I'll listen to you, Father."

Lü Ci nodded softly; in just a few words, the father and son had decided Wang Zizhong's fate.

Chapter 213 The Wonderful Uses of Dual-Handed Techniques

The 25th day of the seventh lunar month.

In a deserted village on the outskirts of a county town in southern China, a campfire crackles in a dilapidated wooden house. Duanmu Ying and Zhang Huaiyi, who have been on the run for nearly half a month, are hiding here.

They looked tired and remained silent, just watching the wild rabbit roasting over the flames, their stomachs rumbling with hunger.

For more than ten days, they fought relentlessly, dealing with wave after wave of pursuers from martial arts masters. Even Zhang Huaiyi, who was proficient in both golden light and thunder magic, had moments when he was exhausted and injured.

Facing the elites of the Wang and Lü families, as well as the Huode Sect, the Shuzi Sect, and Shaolin, he was still able to gain the upper hand by relying on the Qi Body Source Flow and defeat the newcomers.

However, he encountered the elders of the Yanwu Hall, who belonged to the horizontal martial arts school, as well as the Liuyun Sword, which used swordsmanship for killing. Zhang Huaiyi was repeatedly in danger and died on the spot. If it weren't for Duanmu Ying's help in healing his injuries, he would have died long ago.

The two shared life and death, joined forces to break through the encirclement, and were indispensable comrades-in-arms to each other.

During this period, as the battles became more frequent, Zhang Huaiyi's mastery of the Qi Source Flow also increased rapidly.

This unique skill is not limited to dispersing the enemy's Qi. After activation, the five senses and physical strength will be significantly improved, and the Qi consumed by the lightning spells will be about half that of the past.

Where did the Qi go?

The effects of maintaining the flow of Qi are equally remarkable, and the power of thunder magic will be stronger than ever before.

However, Zhang Huaiyi felt no joy whatsoever during the killing spree.

Even though he knew that if he survived this ordeal and diligently cultivated the Qi Body Source Flow, becoming a top master in the martial arts world would be almost a certainty, he still felt lost and helpless.

According to Senior Dou from the Secret Painting Sect, the war may end next year. What will he do in the long years to come?

There was no place for him in the martial world, and he dared not return to Longhu Mountain to see his master again.

If he marries and has children, he might implicate his descendants in the future. With the various sects of the martial arts world and their extensive network of informants throughout the country, it's only a matter of time before his whereabouts are exposed.

The divine spirit I had longed for had been obtained, but it seems like it was just that—nothing special.

Zhang Huaiyi couldn't say whether he regretted it or not, nor did he dare to say that if he hadn't kept the appointment and sworn brotherhood with the demon, he would have been living a better life on Longhu Mountain than he is now.

He knew his own character well. If he really stayed on the mountain, someone might take his place. When the news of the Eight Extraordinary Skills spread throughout the martial arts world, Zhang Huaiyi was certain that he would feel regret and greed at that time.

Fate is like an arrow; once released, it cannot be turned back.

Just as he was lost in thought, Duanmu Ying, who was standing beside him, seemed to have made a decision. After pondering for a long time, she parted her lips slightly and said:

"Brother Huaiyi, how about... we go abroad?"

"what?"

Zhang Huaiyi was stunned. He thought the idea seemed pretty good. Going to a foreign country across the ocean would mean vast skies and seas, and the claws of these guys on the mainland wouldn't be able to reach that far.

But soon, he was troubled again, his thick eyebrows furrowing:

"What about the ferries going out to sea? I suspect that the Wang and Lü families have planted spies at major docks."

"Don't worry about that."

Duanmu Ying smiled with relief: "I have my own connections. If I go out alone, I'm afraid something might happen along the way, but with Brother Huaiyi here, there shouldn't be any problem."

“Once we successfully disembark, New York is so big, they don’t know anyone here, and they don’t speak English, so they won’t be able to find us.”

Zhang Huaiyi was intrigued, thinking that it seemed to make sense. He had cultivated in the mountains since childhood and had not spent much time traveling, nor had he ever seen the full splendor of the capital.

Now that we have this opportunity, why not go abroad and see the world? Consider it a new form of self-cultivation, and it can also help us avoid being hunted down. It's a win-win situation.

"Okay, Yingzi, you studied abroad, right? Just don't let me go hungry when you get there."

Zhang Huaiyi felt relieved. The continuous battles had kept him on edge, fearing that he might lose his life at any moment. Now that he saw a glimmer of hope for survival, he naturally relaxed a lot.

The rabbit meat, suspended above the campfire, crackled and popped as it roasted, its tender flesh bursting open, releasing an enticing aroma, and dripping golden fat.

Duanmu Ying fiddled with the charcoal fire, smiling as she made a promise:

"Don't worry about that. I have a little stash of money over there. Even if we eat our fill, it won't cost much."

"Besides, Brother Huaiyi, we probably won't be staying there for long."

"If we don't stay there, where do we go?"

Zhang Huaiyi was completely baffled. What was this girl's plan? Was she going to continue moving to another country?

Meeting his questioning gaze, Duanmu Ying brought a shocking piece of news.

"Come back."

She murmured softly, "My red hands are still lacking in skill; they can only heal injuries, diseases, and regenerate severed limbs."

"However... if you give me a year, I can use Red Hand to completely transform our appearances. It's unlike any other disguise technique in the martial arts world; it's a true face-changing technique, flawless and like a rebirth."

"Even if we return to China, unless it's someone we spend every day with, no one will be able to find out our identities through the method of observing Qi."

Zhang Huaiyi's pupils constricted sharply, and he blurted out, "It's so mysterious?!"

"Ah."