Volume 2 Chapter 19: Ghosts and Demons, Year Six

  Ancient trees are dense, auspicious grass is scattered, a strand of faint auspicious air hovers and swirls among the lush woods. At a glance, the continuous mountains appear even more vast and boundless, endless and horizonless.

  There is not a breath of wind in the mountain forest, and the damp heat is suffocating.

  "Shasha~~~~"

  Under the dense foliage of the tree, a ghostly figure nimbly made its way through the layers of tangled vines and shrubs, moving with incredible speed.

  "Hum!" The earth trembled slightly, and the figure had already traversed tens of meters. He was like a wisp of ethereal blue smoke, his body flickering, as if he had detached himself from his original shadow, suddenly appearing over ten meters away, and then the residual shadow at the original location vanished instantly.

  His feet trampled on the low shrubs, and he still held a thick-backed, broad-faced ghost-headed knife in his hand. He stepped on it as if it were solid ground, without sinking into it by half an inch. His lightness was so high that it had obviously reached the realm of treading snow without leaving any marks.

  A sturdy ancient tree with thick, intersecting roots and a dense network of long, thorny vines that seemed to weave an impenetrable giant net, yet appeared to pose no obstacle to him at all.

  A figure flashed by, under the cover of lush branches, sometimes floating and sometimes appearing, like a split-body technique, two figures appeared almost simultaneously, one moment near and the next emerging from afar...

  At the same time, he swung out a dozen or so knives in an instant, drawing mysterious arcs that seemed to gallop across the sky. The sharp blades cut through the air with a shrill whine, accompanied by the clear and melodious ringing of the knife body, unfolding before him. Each knife was substantial, swift as lightning, like a peacock spreading its tail, dazzling and beautiful.

  The entire process was silent and stealthy, this figure's speed had apparently reached an astonishing degree, far beyond the understanding of ordinary people, like a ghostly apparition that seemed to be formless and intangible.

  Ten meters away, a sparrow with brown spots all over its body was strolling leisurely, stopping occasionally to groom its feathers with its beak, completely unaware of the danger approaching!

  The sparrow stood on one leg, looked around, stretched its wings and was about to fly away from the branch.

  At this moment, an unexpected suddenness occurred. A long and slender palm suddenly descended from the sky, swooped down, and grasped the body of the sparrow!

  The sparrow suddenly fell into the teacup like a mosquito, flapping wildly in distress, but couldn't struggle free.

  At this time, the sparrow discovered that the withered branch under its feet had unknowingly transformed into a young man wearing long pants and exposing his upper body.

  This young man has an ordinary appearance, but his cheekbones are clear-cut, and his deep eyes seem to have a pool of water in them, shining with a strange light, and the whole person has a unique temperament!

  It was Wen Ya who had made some achievements in his six years of practice.

  Under the warm, ancient jade-like wheat-colored skin lies an extremely gentle muscle line that shines with a strange luster, but does not appear dazzling, making people feel as if there is endless power hidden inside. Strong chest muscles, powerful biceps, and block by block, clearly defined robust abdominal muscles.

  In addition to the dozens of crisscrossing scars from years of intense training, he was like a majestic leopard, exuding a strong and masculine beauty.

  Wen Ya gently stroked the sparrow's feathers with her hand, then suddenly loosened her grip, and the bird broke free, flapping its wings and flying high.

  With his head bowed slightly in thought, Wenyu's feet suddenly sprang up, and his slender body rapidly leapt upwards. His feet changed direction swiftly, using the dense branches of the surrounding trees to propel himself, he flashed up onto the crown of a nearby tree that was over twenty meters tall.

  Wenya stopped on a sturdy, winding tree trunk, standing upright on the branch and gazing out at the distance. He looked down at the lush, endless expanse of primeval forest in front of him, feeling the surging power in his body. Wenya let out a soft sigh: "Six years already!"

  Time flies, and six years have passed in the blink of an eye!

  For the past six years, whether it was his cultivation of "Lotus Sutra" or his understanding of "Ri Qi Pan Jue Mo He Jia Zhuo Zhou Gang", he never relaxed for a single day, so both made rapid progress and achieved astonishing results!

  These years of hard practice with the "Lotus Scripture" have made Wen Ya increasingly aware of its extraordinary subtleties, and in addition to her astonishment, she can't help but feel a deep respect for the predecessors who created the "Lotus Scripture".

  The Lotus Scripture is a cultivation technique that has reached the extreme of evil and heterodoxy. The most terrifying aspect is its internal energy, which has an eerie and sinister nature that knows no bounds. A thread of toxic energy must be both extremely yin and soft yet also extremely yang and strong, representing two extremes of true yuan quality that have been perfectly merged together, making it utterly bizarre.

  Wen Ya understood in her heart, "This technique emphasizes that at the beginning of cultivation, it is fierce and violent, but when things reach an extreme, they will reverse. In the shortest time, between the flow of meridians, the extremely yang energy will give rise to this evil lotus yin energy. This abnormal condition is unbearable for a person's body, which is why it is extremely dangerous!"

  This lotus flower true yuan is a kind of yang extreme birth yin, yin extreme change yang constantly in the meridian self-conversion strange true yuan, so whether it is transfer inheritance start combination, or between the meridians conversion, are swift as electricity, no stagnation.

  Abnormal speed, especially the speed of making a move, is just an accessory of this special true power. The true power is its foundation.

  Focusing on speed is actually seeking the end from the beginning.

  Since this kung fu was founded, only a handful of people have successfully cultivated it under the coincidence of opportunities.

  It wasn't Wen Ya who accidentally opened the 'Wu' tribe's bloodline, and the nameless true energy that had been cultivated in his body for eight years was all converted into that wisp of smoke-like Wu power in one night. Its properties just happened to meet the conditions of being extremely yin, soft yet strong, so it's likely that this 'Lotus Flower Wu Power' couldn't be cultivated at all.

  "Just a little more, I don't know how much longer it will take to break through the last layer of shackles. A six-year deadline..." A gentle breeze blew by, and Wen Ya felt a chill on her body, muttering to herself.