For the next few days, Feng Jiu came to the Yunlai Inn every day and asked Qing Yu to inject his internal energy to cultivate the Black Heavenly Book.
What surprised Qing Yu was that the progress of opening the “Horned Vein” was getting faster and faster.
But in fact, on the second day, he was able to open the third acupuncture point, and on the third day, the “Horned Vein” was almost opened.
“I didn’t expect that the ‘endlessness’ would have begun to emerge by now.”
The third law of the “Four Laws of Being” in the “Black Heavenly Book” was called “Restlessness”. After the Thirty-one Chakras were completed, there would be no cultivation, and the robbing power in the body would operate on its own, just like the stars in the heavens.
Qing Yu originally thought that the Black Heavenly Book would only start to operate on its own when all the 31 veins, including the Three Walls and the Twenty-Eight Stars, had been cultivated. But in fact, the Hidden Veins lived up to their name of being in harmony with the celestial signs, and even if they were not all opened up, they could still operate like the stars, with their individual movements affecting the overall astrological signs.
The more advanced it is, the faster it opens up. Qing Yu only needed to keep injecting internal energy to maintain the consumption of the cultivation robbery power.
“Alright, let’s stop here for today. The ‘Horned Vein’ has just been opened, so you should go back and adapt to it first. Remember, don’t ever practice in private.” Qing Yu once again admonished Feng Jiu.
With the successful opening of the ‘Horn Vein’, the next progress would be even more rapid, if one could not resist practicing in private, he would only be drained of all his essence and dry up and die by the new acupuncture point that had just been opened and was in dire need of internal energy to penetrate.
“Yes, Brother Meng, then I will leave you first.” Feng Jiu said in a respectful voice.
Looking at Feng Jiu’s respectful attitude, Qing Yu secretly smiled in his heart. In these few days, as the acupuncture points continued to be opened, Feng Jiu should have also vaguely felt Qing Yu’s restraint on him, without Qing Yu’s inner strength, Feng Jiu’s cultivation of the Black Heavenly Book would only lead to his death.
Therefore, the previous attitude of having just possessed the inner strength, and which led to a slightly open-minded attitude, was also curbed quite a lot. At least, he now knew that in front of Qing Yu, he should consciously lower his stature and take Qing Yu as his main priority.
“Hm.” Qing Yu replied indifferently, since he had clearly come to control the other party, there was no need to be sycophantic.
Feng Jiu turned around and left.
“Able to bend and stretch, I had underestimated this Ninth Prince earlier.” Qing Yu said darkly.
A few days ago, during that operation at the Lying Immortal Pavilion, this Ninth Prince was said to have lost his wits to the extreme, not only was he not admired by the people, but instead, he reaped endless ridicule and shame.
Now that he has gained a new hope, this seemingly unbearable Ninth Prince is glowing with an extraordinary brilliance.
“However, it is not to be deceived by his respectful appearance. Now holding back, I am afraid that he is waiting for the Black Heavenly Book to be practiced and give me a good look.”
Feng Jiutian was sick and weak, but was not willing to be ordinary, and went to fight for everything, wise or unwise, let’s not mention it for now, this tenacity alone is worthy of praise.
Unfortunately, after practicing the Black Book of Heaven, even if he is the Great Sage of Heaven and Earth, he will not be able to leave the palm of the Buddha’s hand.
After he has completed the Three Walls and Twenty-eight Stars, there is still the endlessly painful “Black Heavenly Tribulation” waiting for him. It is good news for Qingyu that he is resilient, at least he won’t be threatened by the “Black Heavenly Tribulation” and feel hopeless about his freedom and commit suicide.
Qing Yu closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, slowly recovering his depleted internal energy.
He was tired of injecting his internal energy into Feng Jiu, who was progressing faster and faster, but the benefits were still there, as he kept consuming and recovering, Qing Yu had already stabilised his ninth level of the Houtian realm, which he had just entered.
Once his internal energy had been restored to perfection, Qing Yu opened his eyes, picked up the long sword that was lying beside him, and said, “System, I want to challenge Ouyang Ke.”
“One-star villain Ouyang Ke, start inheritance ——”
Speaking of which, this Ouyang Ke was somewhat similar to Wei Xiaobao and Yin Zhiping, whom Qing Yu had already inherited, both of whom were goods that could not walk away when they saw a beautiful woman.
However, he does not want to be as demented as Yin Zhiping, just seeing a back, he will be spellbound and difficult to control. He is also not like Wei Xiaobao, who is a punk from a youth house and is so hungry that he wants to pounce on a beautiful woman at the sight of her. As the young master of the White Camel, Ouyang Ke can be said to have tasted the beauty of the East and the West, and it is difficult for him to be moved by a beauty like Huang Rong. At least Qing Yu felt to himself that he could not tempt him with his female clothing.
“No, don’t I have the Magic of Plastic Surgery?”
Qing Yu suddenly remembered that he would have the divine Transfiguration Technique on the “Mercy Flower Treasure Guide” ah, as if he could easily cut a wave of leeks by relying on female clothing again.
But now, the inheritance had already started, even if one had brought female clothes, it was too late to change now.
“Maybe it’s feasible.” Qing Yu had another bold idea.
He raised his hand and stroked it over his face, and when he put it down again, it was already a stunningly beautiful face with a bell-like appearance. The new face was made from the face of the “Little Dragon Girl”, which I remembered as the most colourful, and with this Confucian dress, it was an otherworldly version of Zhu Yingtai. Ouyangke, let’s see if you will die this time.
At this moment, Ouyangke’s figure was also revealed.
Wearing a robe embroidered with white satin and gold thread, holding a folding fan, he seems to be 35 or 36 years old, but he has not lost any of his handsomeness, his eyes are slanting, his face is handsome, yet he has a good skin tone.
It was the eyes full of silvery light that looked at Qing Yu that turned him from a handsome uncle to a denizen all of a sudden.
“Miss, my name is Ouyang Ke, dare I ask your name?” As soon as he appeared, Ouyang Ke’s eyes were pinned on Qing Yu, unable to move any further. A man in a beautiful dress or something, Ouyang Ke said, was quite exciting.
Without saying a word, Qing Yu attacked with her sword, using the “Quan Zhen Sword Technique”.
It’s not that Qingyu didn’t have a greater advantage with his words. Although he felt disgusted, if he could kill Ouyangke quickly, he would not mind using it. Unfortunately, the technique of changing one’s voice requires years of practice, and although it is in the all-encompa*sing Reihua Baojian, Qingyu does not have the time to practice it. This opening of his mouth was guaranteed to reveal himself.
“The Quan Zhen Sword Technique.” Ouyang Ke, as one of the heirs of the Five Extremes, was no stranger to this famous sword technique, his uncle (father) but hated Wang Chongyang to the bone, and of the martial arts of the Five Extremes, he was the second most familiar with the Quanzhen Sect. (The first was a certain love interest’s Dragon Subduing Palm)
“Could you be the senior disciple of Daoist Sun Bu Er, one of the Seven Sons of Quan Zhen? Coincidentally, my master, too, has a long history with the Quanzhen Sect, and in terms of seniority, I’m afraid the girl would have to call me ‘Senior Uncle’.”
Ouyang Ke was flirting with this beautiful woman in male attire, whose martial arts skills did not seem as good as his own.
His body floated up like a willow, silent and soft, yet very swift, and in a flash, he floated behind Qing Yu.
This is the “instantaneous breath of a thousand miles”.
The palm attack was unpredictable, the “Divine Camel Snow Mountain Palm”.
However, halfway through the palm attack, Ouyangke’s eyes flashed silver and he transformed the “Divine Camel Snow Mountain Palm” into a “Spiritual Snake Fist”, his arm suddenly seemed to have no bones and turned into a vivid spiritual snake. How thick it was.
The snake’s head wanted to go over Qing Yu’s shoulder and attacked his chest.
Qing Yu held the sword upside down and thrust back with his backhand.
The harsh and vicious sword light shone in the eyes of the ambitious Ouyang Ke.
“You ——” Ouyangke hurriedly used “instantaneous breath of a thousand miles” to retreat.
But, it was too close. “Even though Ouyangke tried his best to dodge, the tip of the sword still penetrated an inch into Ouyangke’s chest and abdomen.
“Too much nonsense.”
The pure male voice made Ouyangke’s heart startle even though he was in severe pain.
Qing Yu’s body dissipated like a shadow, flickering around Ouyangke’s body in a deceptively swift manner.
Suddenly, he was on his left and then on his right, his sword blade cutting through his bones.
Ouyangke was already not as fast as Qing Yu, and now that he was wounded by the sword, he was unable to fight back, so he could only resist.
Another sword stabbed at Ouyangke’s neck from a dead end on the left.
Ouyangke hurriedly turned sideways and used his gold and jade fan to block the blade.
But the sword and fan met, and the sword fell to the ground. Qing Yu had actually abandoned his sword and retreated after he had struck it, and the longsword was only easily blocked by Ouyang Ke because of its inertial advance.
In the back, Ouyangke’s heart beat wildly as he felt a sharp edge coming from his back.
Too late, the previous scene was repeated, only this time, in favour of Qing Yu at his back, the long unseen Xuan Iron Dagger penetrated the left side of his back and pierced his heart.
Ouyang Ke, dead.
