Chapter 138 Mission (1/2)
Chapter 138 Mission (1/2)
Beneath the mask, Wang Anfeng closed his eyes, and after a moment of silence, he showed no sign of abnormality. He took another copy of Quiet Chan Gong back into his bosom and then placed the elixir on the ground, saying,
"Since you have already made your choice, I can say no more."
"Here is a bottle of elixirs. Swallow it, and I will help you enter the threshold of this martial art here."
Qie Bian Helie was slightly taken aback at the sight of the elixir, slightly incredulous.
Since he had left his tribe, he had not seen any medicinal aid for cultivation for many years.
At that moment, Wang Anfeng had risen from the blue stone, his right hand holding a sword. He heard Mr. Ying's voice by his ear; the youth's expression unchanged, he merely pursed his lips and said,
"Towards the west of the Great Desert, where the sun kneels at sunset, thrice knock and nine bows."
Qie Bian Helie, not understanding his meaning, still knelt on the ground and, as directed, respectfully bowed nine times towards the vast setting sun. At that moment, as the red sun dipped below the horizon, a vast, desolate, and mournfully magnificent feeling washed over him, and Qie Bian Helie felt overwhelmed with a sense of solemn reverence as he knelt on the ground.
As he stood up, he heard Wang Anfeng speak from behind him in a calm voice,
"In the realm of the Great Qin, there is no longer any existence of the Blood River Sect. Since you have chosen 'Long River Sunset,' you are the successor of the Blood River lineage. No matter where you are, you must never lose the resolve of the Blood River lineage."
"Sit cross-legged…"
"I will help you begin."
Qie Bian Helie, still shaken by the words he had just heard, had already assumed the five-hearts-to-heaven posture and sat on the yellow sand. The secret manual, moved by no wind, unfolded on his knees.
Wang Anfeng raised his right hand already pressing on his shoulder.
Driven by intent, the Eighth Rank Inner Strength surged into Qie Bian Helie's body.
He relayed without omission the words Mr. Ying had whispered in his ear, the depth and subtlety of Blood River Sect's introductory Inner Strength, known for being profound and intricate, now presented no difficulty, and could be deemed completely transparent.
Simultaneously, Wang Anfeng's right hand rose again, indicating the vital acupuncture points on Qie Bian Helie's body necessary for cultivating Inner Strength, to aid in his circulation of qi.
The martial arts of the Blood River Sect were cruel and fierce, leaving no room for either the practitioner or the adversary. With this fundamental skill, regardless of what martial arts were used, the strength exerted was fierce and robust, akin to a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep, far surpassing the mysterious schools of Buddhism.
However, this often led practitioners to accumulate hidden injuries. If one could not advance swiftly, reaching a high level of cultivation before the outbreak of hidden injuries, the eventual eruption of such injuries could lead to the complete loss of martial arts at best and, at worst, the severance of meridians resulting in instant death.
The seventeenth Sect Leader, in order to eliminate hidden dangers, scoured Jianghu for secret treasures, stirring blood and carnage over the once peaceful Jianghu, later discovered by the nine great sects. Whether orthodox, evil, or neutral, each sent young elite disciples from their sects, who overcame various challenges and unraveled this conspiracy.
The Sect Leader was defeated, his internal injuries erupted, and he died on the spot.
With the unified action of the nine orthodox and evil sects, Blood River Sect, although not a small force on Jianghu, ultimately crumbled. Only a few fugitives on Jianghu still mastered some of the Blood River Sect's martial arts, and occasionally, some secret manual fragments were found on their bodies after they were killed.
Though their techniques clashed with those of the nine great sects, being dismissed as heretical, they indeed showed remarkable prowess in desperate fights, hence, the young disciples of the nine great sects also resorted to various means, sparing no expense to procure one or two fragments of these secret manuals.
'Long River Sunset' was one of these.
Circulating qi like a long river, majestic and grand, yet ultimately all for that moment at sunset; when the dying sun weeps blood, and the brilliance overflows the long river.
Mr. Ying, through Wang Anfeng's lips, narrated to He Li the intricacies of cultivating Long River Sunset. In reality, Wang Anfeng had grasped all of its profound mysteries. Although he would never resort to this lesser-known path himself, as stones from other hills could serve to polish the jade, benefiting greatly from this cultivation in the end.
During several hours, with the aid of Qi-absorbing Pills and Wang Anfeng, a trace of Inner Qi emerged within He Li's body. He had a good foundation when he was young, before his tribe fell into ruin. Although later he became a slave and many occurrences damaged his foundation, he was still better off than many without a natural talent for martial arts.
The flow of Inner Qi was extremely smooth.
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Wang Anfeng exhaled a breath clouded with turbidity, feeling slightly fatigued.
Guiding another's cultivation in martial arts for a long time, his own Inner Qi was subtly depleted. If He Li could not comprehend it soon, Wang Anfeng himself would be unable to hold up much longer. He withdrew his hand then and stood with his arms crossed, watching the young man immersed in cultivation, while secretly circulating his own Qi to restore his Inner Strength.
The flow of Long River Vigorous Qi within He Li's body completed another Zhou Tian cycle, and finally entered his Dantian. Opening his eyes, he incredulously looked at his palms, feeling pain yet with a flame burning within him that seemed as if it would never extinguish as long as it remained, and so would the strength.
Stunned for a moment, he suddenly turned over and knelt, his forehead heavily striking the ground.
If he had been cautious of Wang Anfeng before, now he felt only gratitude.
Before arriving here, he had only imagined using a wooden spike to catch the wealthy merchant off guard and perhaps die with him, but now, feeling the Inner Strength flowing in his body, he truly saw the opportunity to kill his foe and even the chance that he might survive.
No matter why the man before him had saved him.
As long as he could take his revenge with his own hands, even if he were then bound to a cliff and sacrificed to the Divine Golden Eagles of Eternal Heaven, he would feel nothing but gratitude.
His forehead struck the ground again as he asked with great reverence,
"May I ask for your esteemed name, Master?"
Wang Anfeng frowned slightly; he had grown up in Great Qin and detested the existence of slaves, often intervening against such merchants on the road. How could he allow the youth before him to become his own slave? Without hesitation, he clearly stated,
"I am not your master."
He Li looked slightly stunned and then raised his head to hear the calm voice before him.
"You are merely my subordinate. If you wish to learn stronger Martial Arts, you must complete the tasks I assign..."
"Of course, you have the right to refuse."
He Li, upon hearing this, looked even more astonished. Wang Anfeng, hearing the voice of his master whispering in his ear, imperceptibly nodded and holding his sword in his right hand, he turned and walked slowly towards the Great Desert, saying,
"Consider this Martial Arts skill a reward given in advance."
"Listen carefully, here is my first command to you."
He Li, hearing this, wore a solemn expression and knelt on the ground, watching the figure gradually disappearing from sight. He resolved that no matter how difficult the task, he would devote everything to accomplish it; even if it meant his death, after ending the life of that wealthy merchant, he would not hesitate.
A voice calmly rose beside his ear:
"Survive..."
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