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Upon hearing this, Xu Xiang was once again shocked.
Zhang Yunyuan put down his teacup, looked at Xu Xiang's shocked expression, and slowly added another sentence.
"Unfortunately, I can also do that 'turning things upside down' technique."
"what?!"
This time, Xu Xiang could no longer remain calm. He suddenly stood up from his chair, his face filled with disbelief.
The Taoist priest... actually knows a forbidden technique that has been lost for a long time?
This is even more astonishing than his ageless appearance!
Zhang Yunyuan found his appearance somewhat amusing and decided not to keep him in suspense any longer.
He extended a finger and pointed it at Xu Xiang from afar.
"Your 'human magnetism' ability is based on the power of attraction and repulsion. It is superficial, with plenty of changes but insufficient fundamental strength."
The core of 'Reversing the Eight Directions' lies in the word 'spin,' using the power of a spiral to pry, twist, and even reverse the source of the opponent's power.
"Just keep an eye on it."
At Zhang Yunyuan's fingertips, a wisp of barely perceptible Qi began to slowly rotate in an extremely mysterious trajectory.
The rotation seemed slow, yet it seemed to contain some profound truth of the universe, making Xu Xiang feel as if his mind and spirit were being sucked in after just one glance.
"The Qi flows through this meridian, the intention resides in this acupoint, attraction is the axis, repulsion is the wheel..."
Zhang Yunyuan's voice wasn't loud, but every word resonated like a great bell, striking Xu Xiang's heart. He imparted to him the most crucial method of "reversing the eight directions" without reservation.
In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
Xu Xiang felt a sudden clarity in his mind, and countless obstacles that he couldn't understand before were instantly resolved.
His first-class peak cultivation, which had stagnated for several years, showed signs of loosening again after this guidance!
The Qi within his body began to operate uncontrollably along that mysterious trajectory, giving rise to an unprecedented, harmonious, and domineering sense of power.
Xu Xiang looked at Zhang Yunyuan again, his eyes filled with gratitude and awe.
Chapter 132 The setting sun is like blood, and a poignant melody echoes through the night.
Another ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.
In a remote country cottage in Sichuan, the oil lamp flickered dimly, casting a yellowish glow.
Outside the window, the autumn wind swirled withered leaves, howling and pounding against the windowpane, adding to the desolate atmosphere.
Zhang Huaiyi, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes, his body trembled violently, and a sweet, metallic taste rose from his throat.
He covered his mouth tightly, suppressing his violent coughs in his palm, a muffled sound like the mournful cry of a trapped beast.
Dark red and black blood seeped from between his fingers, dripping onto his coarse cloth clothes and quickly spreading into a shocking stain.
The old wounds inside his body, like a volcano that had been dormant for ten years, erupted suddenly at this moment.
The hidden injuries that had been forcibly suppressed in the past intertwined with the chronic illnesses accumulated over the years, transforming into the most ferocious torrent, raging and crashing through his already fragile meridians.
The Qi was disordered and deteriorated, and every inch of the meridians was filled with excruciating, tearing pain.
The flame of life, like a candle flickering in the wind, is about to burn out.
He clearly sensed this.
Zhang Huaiyi struggled to stand up from the prayer mat, each step feeling as if he were stepping on a knife's edge.
He walked to the bedside and, by the faint moonlight from the window, gazed at the two sleeping figures on the bed.
One of them is Zhang Chulan, who is only five years old.
The little one was fast asleep, his cheeks rosy, a trickle of drool at the corner of his mouth, completely unaware of the wind and rain outside.
The other one is his son, Zhang Yude.
Yu De lay down fully clothed, his brows furrowed, even in his sleep, he was filled with an unyielding worry.
Zhang Huaiyi's gaze swept over the three of them one by one.
At first, those weathered eyes held endless reluctance and love, followed by deep guilt and regret.
In the end, all emotions cooled and solidified like refined steel, transforming into an iron-like resolve.
"My death is not a pity..."
In my mind, the bloodshed and chaos of the Jia Shen Rebellion sixty years ago flashed by like a revolving lantern.
The brother's unwilling roar at his tragic death, the exhaustion of decades of hiding and living in constant fear...
Scene after scene, event after event, all ultimately etched onto the innocent and peaceful sleeping face of the grandson.
"But Chu Lan... Yu De... must never follow in my footsteps!"
Those greedy hyenas, those jackals coveting the "Qi Body Source Flow," will never give up just because of his death.
They will be like sharks that smell blood, following the last clue to find this place and completely devour his bloodline.
I must... I must eliminate all threats before my own lamp is completely extinguished!
He quietly walked to the table, and by the dim light, ground ink and laid out paper.
He wrote two simple suicide notes, his handwriting steady, just like always.
He gave a letter to De, instructing him to raise Chu Lan well, stay away from the conflicts among the supernatural beings, live a peaceful life as an ordinary person.
The other letter was left for his infant grandson, and for the future Zhang Chulan.
At the same time, he channeled his Qi into the Azure Seal on his wrist, sending a message to a distant place thousands of miles away.
After doing all this, he took one last look at his two sleeping relatives and resolutely pushed open the wooden gate.
The figure blended into the thick, impenetrable night.
Shuzhong, Tangmen.
As the Tang Clan entered the 21st century, it has lost its former mystery along with the development of the times.
The surrounding area was converted into a martial arts school, which recruited many disciples and taught some external martial arts for strengthening the body.
Only those disciples who pass through layers of screening and are discovered to be potential extraordinary individuals will be taken by the elders to the old campus deep within the campus to be taught the true Tang Sect techniques.
Beyond the old campus lies the forbidden area of the Tang Clan—the Tang Tomb.
The remains of Tang Clan's ancestors are buried there, and it is also filled with deadly traps that would prevent any top-tier expert from ever returning.
A black phantom, like a ghost, passed through the many courtyards of the martial arts school and went straight into the forbidden area of the Tang Clan—the Tang Tomb.
Without hesitation, he stepped into the area filled with deadly traps.
The bluestone slabs under their feet suddenly flipped over, and countless poisoned crossbow bolts shot out from all directions!
At the same time, he slowly released the suppression of the "Qi Source Flow" within his body that was about to go berserk.
A pure, vast energy, seemingly containing the primordial energy of the beginning of heaven and earth, emanated from his body and spread out quietly like ripples on water.
The fluctuations were silent and still, yet they were like the brightest lighthouse lit in the silent night.
The piercing alarm instantly shattered the tranquility of the Tang Clan!
"An assassin has broken into the mountains!"
Countless Tang Clan disciples were alarmed and flocked to the back mountain.
Upon hearing the news, Yang Lie, the then-leader of the Tang Clan, arrived.
He watched as Zhang Huaiyi maneuvered through the traps, looking disheveled but unharmed, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.
But when he sensed that pure and vast "Qi Source Flow" aura, his shock instantly turned into endless greed!
"The Origin of Qi Body!"
Yang Lie's pupils contracted sharply, and he roared.
"Take him down!"
Zhang Huaiyi deliberately slowed down, spitting out a mouthful of black blood. His aura instantly weakened, as if he were at his last gasp.
The Tang Clan disciples swarmed forward and quickly surrounded him.
Yang Lie looked at the trapped Zhang Huaiyi as if he were a moving treasure, his eyes burning with greed.
However, just when he thought victory was in his grasp, a cold glint flashed in Zhang Huaiyi's eyes, and his Qi burst forth, forcefully breaking through the encirclement and fleeing into the depths of the back mountain!
Yang Lie was completely enraged.
"We can't let him get away!"
He made a decisive move and personally led a group of experts from his sect in hot pursuit.
At the same time, Zhang Huaiyi's deliberately leaked whereabouts, and the news of the "Qi Body Source Flow" appearing in the world like a beacon in the night, spread like wildfire throughout the entire world of supernatural beings with terrifying speed.
One Qi Flow, Natural Gate, Yan Martial Hall, Yellow Gate Three Talents...
One by one, sect leaders and elders who had intricate connections to the events of that year, or who had long coveted the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, sprang into action upon hearing the news.
They swarmed towards the Tang Clan from all directions, like sharks drawn by the scent of blood.
They vowed to leave Zhang Huaiyi, this "remnant of the Thirty-Six Bandits" and "moving treasure," on this land forever.
An unprecedented manhunt began in the dead of night, a bloody prelude unfolding.
Chapter 133 Bloodbath in Death Valley
Several days later, in a dead valley surrounded by mountains on three sides.
The moonlight, obscured by thin clouds, sparsely spilled onto the jagged rocks, casting mottled and eerie shadows.
The wind swirled and howled through the valley, carrying a rusty, bloody smell, creating a suffocatingly grim atmosphere.
More than ten figures, like ghosts lurking in the dark night, surrounded a hunched figure.
These people were all masters from various sects who had already gained some fame during the Jia Shen year.
Back then, they had all participated in the campaign to suppress the Thirty-Six Thieves, following their sect's former masters.