Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction
Chapter 193 - 49: Haze

Chapter 193: Chapter 49: Haze

The quiet room in the courtyard.

Lin Yuan’s soul left his body, a hint of surprise flashed in his heart.

"I didn’t expect the Golden Cloud Pill to be effective in cultivating the soul."

At this moment, he felt that the great sun’s true essence contained within his soul seemed to have strengthened a bit more.

On the rooftop, Lin Yuan exposed half of his head to the sunlight.

The blazing sun continuously scorched him, his head emitted a large amount of smoke, the martial arts essence seemed to deplete constantly, and even his soul was gradually fading.

Finally, after persisting for the time it takes a stick of incense to burn, Lin Yuan withdrew his soul.

"Huff, huff."

Lin Yuan’s face was pale, gasping for air in big gulps, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his face, as if he was about to collapse. It was like enduring a nightmare, feeling like his head had been hammered by someone with an iron hammer several times, throbbing with pain.

This kind of tearing pain is unbearable for most people.

Finally, the Ninth Chapter in his body secreted a drop of dew, gradually soothing the burning of his soul.

"Persist for another six months, and my entire soul can withstand the scorching of the blazing sun." Lin Yuan estimated after recovering: "But it’s still too slow."

"My method is too clumsy, it takes too long." Lin Yuan couldn’t help but doubt whether his method was correct.

Without the help of the Ninth Chapter, an ordinary person would never be able to endure the mental trauma.

How can one have the energy to work the next day if they didn’t sleep well the night before?

"There must be a cultivation method that avoids damage to the soul." Lin Yuan kept pondering, "With my clumsy method, it’s too slow, surely someone in the Canglan Realm has explored a cultivation method. In the upper city, surely someone has."

Just as Lin Yuan was thinking, the door was knocked.

"Senior brother, the Third Elder is visiting."

Zhu Lingshan’s voice came through.

Hearing this, Lin Yuan no longer hesitated, having just finished his cultivation, he opened the door to meet Pei Zhangluo.

Entering the pavilion, Pei Zhangluo had already come up with a smile on his face.

"Master Lin, pardon the intrusion, this matter is extremely important, hence the interruption to your cultivation." Pei Zhangluo cupped his hands, pacing forward to apologize.

"I have not stepped out, relying solely on the Third Elder for updates, how could I blame you." Lin Yuan lightly smiled, standing before Pei Zhangluo, he asked, "Is it about the arrival of the envoy?"

"Exactly. The envoy summoned all Hall Masters today to wait upon. Unexpectedly, he presented a scroll, inviting everyone to observe it." Pei Zhangluo nodded slightly.

"A scroll. What’s so special about it?"

Lin Yuan was puzzled, furrowing his brows, he asked again.

"It is a Sacred Diagram! It contains a cultivation technique to cultivate the soul." Pei Zhangluo’s tone was somewhat excited, recounting the situation in the grand hall: "Everyone present viewed the Sacred Diagram, yet no one could comprehend its mystery. Moreover, most could only withstand nearly just a breath before daring not to look anymore. They all felt dizzy and had a sense of palpitation."

"Only Elder Hou Sixian managed somewhat better, persisting for an entire sixty breaths."

"Sacred Diagram!" Lin Yuan’s heart was stirred.

If he could obtain a soul-cultivating method, the dilemma he currently faced would be resolved.

"Are there any requirements for observing the Sacred Diagram?" Lin Yuan’s eyes gleamed with desire as he immediately spoke up.

"No requirements!" Pei Zhangluo shook his head, continuing: "Starting tomorrow, it will be hung in the Taoist Hall. When the disciples offer their respects to the Taoist ancestor, they will naturally see it. If Master Lin is interested, you may go and view it tomorrow."

"I’m aware, I will go tomorrow." Lin Yuan replied solemnly, cupping his fists in gratitude to Pei Zhangluo: "Thank you, Third Elder."

"No need to thank me."

With a slight shift, Pei Zhangluo dodged aside.

He couldn’t bear the thanks of a master like Lin Yuan. Moreover, this news would eventually reach Lin Yuan’s ears; he merely reported it in advance.

That night.

In the Hong family garden.

Figures were sparse in the garden, significantly less than at its peak.

In the room of the Hong family head, Hong Bangzhao sat quietly in the chair.

Now having complete control over the Hong family to face the Pei family’s attack, a deep fatigue was evident on Hong Bangzhao’s face.

Despite being thoroughly exhausted, the deep-seated hatred in his eyes was only revealed in these late, lonely hours of the night.

"The envoy, the Pei family, the old Taoist. Especially the old Taoist, he must be removed, or my Hong family will be devoured by him."

Hong Bangzhao’s heart kept conjuring these three forces. The one he dreaded the most was the old Taoist lurking here.

"That old ghost forced my Hong family to find someone with extreme cold True Qi. Finding such a person is like finding a needle in a haystack; how can we locate them? Until found, I have to provide ten Qi-Blood peak souls daily." Hong Bangzhao’s eyes were filled with gloom: "Could hide it during peak times, but now my Hong family is hiding in a corner, how can we continuously provide so many souls?"

At that moment, a gust of cold wind swept through the room. If not felt carefully, it was completely unnoticeable. But Hong Bangzhao was very familiar with this sensation.

"The man-eating Ghost Path Taoist!"

Hong Bangzhao’s face showed a look of disgust, as the cold wind brushed past him, he knew that the Taoist had gone out to hunt for people and had just returned.

"No, the information provided by that Taoist is wrong. Searching the sea of people is bound to yield no results." Hong Bangzhao took a deep breath, pondering a moment before he stood up again.

Opening the door, he composed himself, a hint of determination flickered in his eyes.

Stepping forward, he headed towards that eerie courtyard.

About the time it takes a stick of incense to burn later.

Knock, knock, knock!

Hong Bangzhao knocked on the door once more.

A rough voice sounded again: "When?"

"Senior. An envoy has arrived in the upper city, and there is a third-tier martial artist with meridian pulse realm present. I fear they might interfere with senior’s plans." Hong Bangzhao’s eyes fixed on his toes, his voice low.

"The old Taoist has his own plans."

"Regarding the matter of senior seeking someone, I have some doubts." Hong Bangzhao tried to keep his voice calm.

"Useless, now there’s not a shred of information, and you dare to question?" Suddenly, the dark eyes of the old Taoist appeared beside Hong Bangzhao.

Slap!

A skeletal hand struck Hong Bangzhao’s face.

"Cough, cough."

Hong Bangzhao’s complexion was swollen, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"Killing me will do no good." But Hong Bangzhao showed no signs of pain from this; he continued calmly: "Over a dozen martial artists cultivating ice Qi were not the person you’re looking for. I have ample reason to believe the information you received might be incorrect."

After Hong Bangzhao finished speaking, an eerie silence enveloped the surroundings.

Hong Bangzhao, with his eyes lowered, remained particularly composed.

The other party didn’t act immediately, evidently believing there was logic in what he said.

About ten breaths later.

"Humph."

"What’s your approach?" The rough voice still cold, but Hong Bangzhao could hear that the other party’s attitude seemed to have softened somewhat.

"Does senior know the characteristics of the person being sought? Or in what kind of scene this person might appear?" Hong Bangzhao said in a deep voice: "I need to know more to analyze for senior."

"Looking for this person is naturally to trace the whereabouts of another person."

"I venture to guess that someone of senior’s caliber wouldn’t be searching for an ordinary person. During a fight, would your presence produce anomalies or have any special omens?" Hong Bangzhao analyzed once again, raising his head to gaze at the pitch-black eye sockets of the skeletal old Taoist.

"Anomalies, perhaps there are others too."

The old Taoist nodded slightly upon hearing this.

"I shall arrange it immediately," Hong Bangzhao’s heart was stirred, he cupped his hands toward the old man, and then retreated slowly.

But by now, he had already gathered enough information.

He realized that the old Taoist didn’t know the specifics either!

Otherwise, the Ghost Path Taoist wouldn’t be so vague; clearly, he was following someone’s orders.

This is an opportunity he could totally utilize.

Leaving the garden, walking down the corridor.

In the shadows, a slight smile tugged at Hong Bangzhao’s lips; he thought of a brilliant idea.