Chapter Twenty Sister Xuan

  Zhu Xuan smiled and leaned against the bed, looking at the young man in front of him with a playful expression.

  Ye Yang's expression changed, his entire worldview had been turned upside down. He had thought that the Ninth Level of the Earth Realm was the strongest, but he hadn't expected that above the Earth Realm there was still a Starry Sky Realm, and the beautiful woman in front of him with her elegant demeanor and countless charms was actually a Starry Sky strong practitioner. What's more, she very likely was his enemy.

  "Hah, young man!"

  Zong Xuan snapped his fingers, and a tiny starlight appeared in his hand. He smiled and said, "You don't have to worry too much. Although I was a member of the Peng family thousands of years ago, as time passed, my loved ones no longer exist. Now, I don't have many ties to the Peng family, let alone the current Peng family... which is really disappointing."

  Ye Yang said: "About last night's matter, you also know?"

  Zong Xuan coldly smiled: "Are you talking about Peng Cheng?"

  "Hmm!"

  "The Fire God Clan's once-in-a-century prodigy, who reached the 6th level of the Grand Earth before the age of 25. This person is indeed a rare talent!"

  Zhuo Xuan smiled slightly: "It's just a pity, Peng Cheng is indeed a genius, but he's not the legitimate heir of the Peng family, so Peng Feng that little guy will definitely not pass on the position of patriarch to Peng Cheng."

  Ye Yang said: "My uncle Ye Beicheng, is he under Peng Cheng's command?"

  "Hee, I don't know!"

  Zhu Xuan obviously didn't want to tell Ye Yang, and smiled: "To say it, Peng Cheng's most wanted person to kill should be you!"

  "What's wrong?" Ye Yang exclaimed in surprise: "Why?"

  "Because..." Zong Xuan's face suddenly turned cold, and he said: "Have you forgotten what you did three years ago? Right here in the woods outside the Fire God Temple, didn't you take liberties with Peng Yue'er?"

  "I... I didn't!" Ye Yang's heart was racing with fear. This damned Ye Ba Tian, why did he have to go and provoke Peng Yue Er, that kind of woman?

  Zhu Xuan's face was filled with disdain as he coldly laughed and said, "Don't admit it? Then forget it, I'm too lazy to ask."

  He said, Zhen Xuan's tone suddenly changed and he asked: "Do you know why the Peng family is so hostile to the Ye family?"

  Ye Yang shook his head vaguely.

  "Hmm, the reason is simple." Zeng Xuan's mouth curved upwards as he smiled: "The Huǒshén clan is a mythical race. In nearly ten thousand years, eleven top-notch experts have emerged from the Huǒshén clan, known to the world as the Huǒshén warriors. These eleven individuals share one commonality - they all possess awakened Huǒshén bloodlines and are all descendants of the Ye family. Now, do you understand why the Ye family is ostracized within the Huǒshén clan?"

  Ye Yang nodded slightly, Ye Beicheng had mentioned the Fire God Warrior before, but even the closest Fire God Warrior was over 1,000 years ago. Now the Ye family is in decline, not to mention the Fire God Warrior, there isn't even a strong person of the Seventh Level of the Earthly Realm, and has become a thorn in the side and a pain in the flesh of the other seven surnames of the Huo Shen clan, and is even considered a shame to the Huo Shen clan!

  Thinking of this, Ye Yang clenched his fists. His father, Ye Nantian, and uncle, Ye Beicheng, had always been bullied. This debt would eventually be settled with those people!

  ……

  "Hey, kiddo, are you ready?" Zeng Xuan asked with a hint of playfulness.

  Ye Yang was taken aback: "Preparing what?"

  "When my sandbag!" Zhen Xuan's face turned cold, this sentence made Ye Yang feel a chill from head to toe. A starry sky strongman's sandbag would at least have the power of the ninth level of the earth, while his own fifth-level earth power was completely inadequate!

  It seemed as if Zeng Xuan had seen through Ye Yang's thoughts, and he chuckled: "Don't worry, I'll control my power and only use one-tenth of it to cast the move. You must defend with all your might. If you can withstand it, that's fine. But if you can't, I'll show no mercy and kill you. Do you understand?"

  Ye Yang wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Suit yourself."

  The pavilion was dark and frightening, but he didn't say anything. Suddenly, he stood up, his loose shirt fluttering, revealing a section of white thighs. He raised his palm, and countless blood-red energies rapidly condensed, transforming into a crimson light spear in the blink of an eye. The power contained within was vast and thick, enough to make Ye Yang's face change color in shock.

  "Is this all you've got?" Ye Yang shouted loudly.

  Zong Xuan nodded seriously and chuckled, "That's right, this is the ultimate secret martial art that I mastered hundreds of years ago - Soul Devouring Gun. How about it, kid? Are you ready to take it?"

  Ye Yang took a deep breath of cool air, urging the remaining True Qi of Huo Shen's Zhen Hun to surge forth. He opened his palms and each condensed into an icy wall of Qi. Zeng Xuan's strength far surpassed his own, so he could only harden his defenses and dodge again; otherwise, there was only one path - death.

  "Here I come!"

  Zhu Xuan let out a loud shout, and the energy of his Soul-Devouring Gun arrived in an instant!

  Ye Yang gritted his teeth, waving his arms, and the wall of flames was infused with the power of the Fire God, making it even thicker and more robust. The powerful defensive force could withstand even a level 7 attack from the Great Earth, but unfortunately, the opponent was a Starry Sky strongman!

  "Hmph!"

  The first layer of the barrier was torn apart like a tofu block, and the Soul-Devouring Gun seemed to be an invincible divine soldier from the heavens, instantly tearing through the second layer of the barrier. Ye Yang's defense was broken in an instant!

  In the blink of an eye, the wall of flames dissipated more than half of the Soul-Devouring Gun's power. Ye Yang saw it clearly - the Soul-Devouring Gun was coming straight for him, and in the next moment, he might be torn to shreds. Gritting his teeth, he suddenly jerked his body, and the Fire God's true energy surged forth, accelerating his speed to its limits!

  "Pffft!"

  Blood splattered, Ye Yang immediately turned around, his entire face pale, with a long wound torn open on his arm. Indeed, Zeng Xuan was ruthless and vicious, intending to kill Ye Yang.

  Looking at the young man in front of him, who was panting heavily and whose breathing was becoming more and more disordered, Zeng Xuan patted his own plump thigh lightly and said with a smile: "Hey, you dodged it? Not bad, not bad, indeed worthy of being able to defeat Peng Yue'er in three moves!"

  As they spoke, another Soul-Devouring Gun appeared in Zhen Xuan's hand. She smiled faintly and said: "Young one, be careful, this time my Soul-Devouring Gun has a violent property, once it comes into contact with fresh blood, it will explode with energy. You should prepare to be blown to pieces..."

  Ye Yang secretly cursed his bad luck, this woman was endless, another attack of the same intensity, how could he withstand it?

  It turned out that Zeng Xuan lived for three thousand years and completely became a bewitching beauty, she was infatuated with the mastery of martial arts and didn't take human life seriously at all. Of course, if one had lived for three thousand years and seen countless lives come and go, it's only natural that they wouldn't take human life seriously.

  "The second strike is coming!"

  The Soul-Devouring Gun flew in again, carrying the momentum of a thunderbolt, unavoidable, let alone this room being somewhat narrow, even if it were wide and spacious, Ye Yang's speed would definitely not be able to dodge it.

  "Boom!"

  The first wall of defense shattered at the sound, Ye Yang's heart turned to ashes!

  At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the heart: "Zi Yu, raise your hand and chant Dongqiankun Shield!"

  "Huh?"

  It's Qin Fang's voice!

  Ye Yang was overjoyed and raised his arm as he shouted: "Qian Kun Shield!"

  "Brush!"

  A surge of powerful and mysterious energy poured into his body, flowing through the meridians to converge between his palms. Suddenly, a brilliant light burst forth, and a majestic blue shield materialized before his eyes!

  "Boom!"

  In the midst of a deafening explosion, the Soul Devouring Gun's energy instantly shattered, and the Heaven and Earth Shield similarly burst apart. The massive shockwave caused the small room to shake violently, sending Ye Yang flying out, as if he were a kite with its string cut, landing in a corner, spitting blood, his entire body on the verge of splitting apart.

  ……

  "Huh, actually blocked it?"

  Zong Xuan floated in front of Ye Yang, asking in surprise: "Youngster, where did your Qian Kun shield come from? Logically speaking, the Qian Kun shield is a high-level martial art, and those who haven't entered the Starry Sky realm shouldn't have the power to use it...

  Ye Yang stared at the woman with a dead gaze, without saying a word.

  "Ah, I see," said the pavilion master with a sly smile. "I know who you're talking about - that old man, right? No mistake, he may be a soul body, but he possesses powerful starry sky power. If he continues to help you with his soul power, you might be able to use the Qian Kun shield once or twice, and that would make sense..."

  As she spoke, Zhen Xuan gazed at Ye Yang and smiled faintly: "I find that I suddenly have a bit of a liking for you. Alright, so for now, I won't kill you!"

  Ye Yang was filled with grief and indignation, only to suddenly discover that he had been flirted with by an old woman who was three thousand years old.

  Zhuang Xuan lifted Ye Yang up with one hand and threw him onto the rush mat by the bed, asking: "Youngster, what's your name?"

  "Leaf sways."

  "Alright, Ye Yang." Zeng Xuan was about to say something but stopped himself. After some thought, he said: "Your strength and comprehension are not bad, although they're slightly inferior to that Peng Cheng kid. However, I can barely tolerate you as my 'punching bag'. From now on, I'll call you Ye Yang, and you'll call me... hmm..."

  The beautiful woman hesitated, unsure what Ye Yang was calling her.

  Ye Yang coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood, smiling: "You dare to call me Ye Xuan's wife?"

  In an instant, Zhen Xuan's lovely face rose with a murderous aura: "If you dare to call out, just try! Humph, from now on, you must call me Sister Zhen Xuan or Elder Sister Xuan, either is fine!"

  Ye Yang was not born, a crystal tear rolled down his cheek, and he had already burst into tears.

  With her hands on her hips, she stood in front of Ye Yang, not caring that a pair of slender and beautiful legs were exposed under her loose shirt. Perhaps she didn't care at all, but just smiled and said: "Ye Yang, hurry up and call me, otherwise sister will kill you immediately!"

  Ye Yang looked up and glanced at Zhen Xuan, whose beautiful face was written with the words "serious", if not called out, it's possible that he would have been killed!

  Hesitating in heart, calling is unbearable, not calling is unendurable.

  However, if Xiang Xuan is called "Sister Xuan", then Peng Feng that turtle grandson would be N generations later than Xiang Xuan, and would become his own disciple-grandson, great-grandson, all sorts of grandsons, which is quite cool.

  Then Ye Yang called out: "Xuan sister..."

  The canopy was greatly refreshed, his arm lightly raised, a touch of dark blue light poured into Ye Yang's body, and suddenly, he only felt a cool power surging in, quickly repairing the damaged tissues of Ye Yang, it was actually a kind of healing spell!

  "What... what is this?" Ye Yang asked in surprise.

  Zhu Xuan continued to lean against the bedside with an endless charm, smiling and saying: "Soul healing not only can quickly repair the physical body, but also has a certain degree of repair ability for soul damage."

  "Oh, can you repair souls?"

  "Right, that way you won't be heartbroken..." Zeng Xuan's smile was very thick, but this beautiful smile made Ye Yang's heart tremble with fear. This woman was obviously not harboring good intentions, heaven knows what other terrifying things were waiting for him afterwards.

  "What... what do you mean?"

  "Hmm..." Xuan's slender eyebrows rose slightly as he smiled, "I forgot to tell you, the Soul-Devouring Gun is just one of my techniques. Moreover, I have many more extraordinary moves, some of which can even injure a person's soul meridians. So, after your spiritual healing, you don't need to worry too much."

  Ye Yang's eyes rolled back, and he almost fainted, but he could only take it one step at a time.

  Activated the Fire God's residual true energy, Ye Yang sat cross-legged on the ground, rapidly recovering his true energy and physical strength. About half an hour later, with the help of Zeng Xuan's Ghost Axe Divine Healing Technique, his injuries had improved by about 70-80%.

  At this time, Qin Fang's voice came over, very weak, saying: "Zi Yu, the strength of this Fēng Huán is astonishing and shocking, although it says that only one-tenth of its power is used to spar with you, but you will still be in danger of being killed. Therefore, from now on, I will teach you the Qīn Kōng Shield!"

  "What? The Qiankun Shield, really? Grandfather Qin Fang?"

  "Hmm!" Qin Fang coughed hastily and said, "The Qian Kun Shield is a move I created myself. According to the classification on the mainland, it should be considered a Heaven Rank technique. However, your strength is too weak, and you can't fully grasp the essence of the Qian Kun Shield. So, I'll only teach you the Wu Xue Essence Technique. How far you can take the Qian Kun Shield depends on yourself!"

  "Alright, thank you Grandpa Qin Fang!"

  "Don't be polite, kid, you mustn't die, otherwise I'll have to sleep in the Dragon's Cauldron for another million years."

  "Hmm!"

  ……

  She turned around and took a glance, Zhen Xuan was already lying on the bed, her soft robe wrapped around her mature and slender body like water. It had to be said that although this old woman had lived for thousands of years, she didn't look old at all, and her figure was still as youthful as an eighteen-year-old girl. It was truly astonishing that such a wonder existed in the world.

  "Focus your energy, Ziyu!" Qin Fang's cold and stern voice came through.

  "Alright!"

  The Divine Dragon Cauldron is in Ye Yang's Qiankun Bag, and Qin Fang is attached to the Divine Dragon Cauldron, so he has a strong spiritual connection with Ye Yang, which allows them to communicate telepathically.

  The next moment, Qin Fang recited the mantra, and a string of obscure oracle bone characters rotated and flew around, instantly imprinted in Ye Yang's mind. In just an instant, Ye Yang had already glimpsed the tip of the iceberg, and the operation process and casting method of the Qian Kun Shield, a defensive Tianjie Wugong, were clear in his heart.

  What's left is just the comprehension and penetration of the profound meaning of martial arts.

  Ye Yang sat cross-legged, his spirit and mind wandering in the vast expanse of the void. The Azure Emperor Fuxi unfolded the Eight Trigrams, creating the Tai Xu Gate. This Qian Kun Shield was one of the gate's guardian martial techniques. After thousands of years, countless ancient mysterious martial techniques had been lost to the ages. Yet Ye Yang had stumbled upon a stroke of good fortune, thanks to Qin Fang's connection, allowing him to glimpse the secrets of the Qian Kun Shield.

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