Chapter 459: Chapter 458: Exchange Martial Arts
The pink miasma looked beautiful, but it exuded extreme danger.
With Zi Xiangbo’s explanation, Lu Zixiong finally learned that this pink miasma had no other function but to dissolve the internal power and vigorous air in the world!
Years ago, a pinnacle warrior of the Nine-Fold Dragon Gate Realm had sneaked into the Spring Wind Hell, and the Hell Master at the time lured him into the Miasma Forest, trapping him for three days and three nights.
By the time the warrior finally broke through the Array System and escaped from the Miasma Forest, his cultivations had already plummeted to the Qi Absorption Realm.
Hiss!
Upon hearing this, Lu Zixiong’s face drastically changed and he even felt a strong sense of horror. He was fortunate that he didn’t act impulsively, otherwise wouldn’t he be doomed?
"That boy..."
"Given his cultivation, his vigorous air will probably be completely dissolved by the miasma in less than half a day, and the Array System inside is unpredictable, even I can’t find it. He is definitely dead."
Zi Xiangbo’s beautiful eyes were filled with intense killing intent, making Lu Zixiong laugh uncomfortably, and quickly said: "Don’t be angry, Purple Prison Master, this time I was wrong to cause you to lose a practice tool. How about this, we will launch an early attack on the Xuanmen, and my Tianyuan Association’s army will take the frontal assault, and you guys from the Spring Wind Hell will support from the rear."
For Lu Zixiong, the life and death of the members of the Tianyuan Association were not important at all. As long as he could join forces with Zi Xiangbo to enhance his strength, wouldn’t he have no worries about people pledging allegiance to him?
"Humph!"
The killing intent didn’t erupt after all, and Zi Xiangbo turned around and left.
"Kid, if you want to blame, blame your bad luck."
He struck another palm at the miasma, then saw it being dissolved again. Lu Zixiong shook his head and then put Shi Xiaole out of his mind. He had killed more than a fair share of geniuses similar to Shi Xiaole and felt no guilt about it.
Inside the pink miasma.
"My vigorous air is disappearing?"
Shi Xiaole lay on the ground with a look of shock on his face.
In a martial artist’s view, losing power was undoubtedly more terrifying than death. Few people could withstand the sharp disparity in power from being an expert to a waste.
Shi Xiaole couldn’t.
He desperately practiced the Faceless Divine Skill, trying to resist the dispersal of his vigorous air, but it was in vain. The vigorous air was disappearing like water in a funnel.
Realizing the problem lay in the miasma, Shi Xiaole used his vigorous air to repel the miasma, but to no avail. The miasma seemed lighter than clouds and was unshakable.
Chi Chi Chi.
In sounds only Shi Xiaole could hear, his cultivation was rapidly regressing, and within an hour, he had fallen from the Second Heavy Dragon Gate Realm to the First Heavy Dragon Gate Realm.
With a bitter smile, Shi Xiaole thought to himself: Even if the vigorous air had not disappeared, it would take more than half a year for me to recover from my current injury.
Being one of the top fifty masters in Shuntian, Lu Zixiong’s strength was not to be taken lightly. To put it plainly, surviving his full strike and not dying was already considered a stroke of luck for Shi Xiaole.
As for the lost Yang strand, it was not a big issue and could be recovered in a few days.
Taking out the healing pills he had obtained from the Jade Sword Palace, Shi Xiaole swallowed them all. After regaining a bit of physical strength, he got up from the ground with difficulty and went forward.
The Miasma Forest was unexpectedly large. He had been walking for a half hour and still couldn’t see the end. At this time, Shi Xiaole’s cultivation had already regressed to the Ninth Heavy of the Spiritual Passage Realm.
This made his heart twitch with pain.
The power that he had worked so hard to cultivate was now gone, and anyone would be unable to remain calm.
Another hour passed and Shi Xiaole’s cultivation was left with the sixth level of the Spiritual Passage Realm, and it was still continuing to decline.
The miasma around finally began to thin a bit.
Shi Xiaole faintly saw a three-sided cliff. On both sides of the cliff, there was also miasma, probably indicating a deep abyss.
There was no way to go forward.
"There’s plenty of food in the system space. It would be better to stay here than to go out and get killed."
Sitting on a rock, Shi Xiaole’s smirk did not reach his eyes. However, his heart was filled with overwhelming hatred and killing intent.
Zi Xiangbo was treacherous, and the middle-aged man with golden eyebrows was even more malicious.
If it were not for the two of them, would he have been seriously injured and nearly died, even facing the danger of losing his powers?
If he ever gets the chance, he will definitely exact vengeance!
But the current problem was, how to get out?
Looking at the miasma covering the abyss, Shi Xiaole suddenly had a thought.
Since there was no way forward, why not try exploring the depths of the abyss?
As his usable mental power increased, his detection range reached thirty yards, but that was still not enough to clearly understand the situation of the abyss. However, Shi Xiaole had another method.
Eye Knife!
The spirit body condensed by the Eye Knife was many times more solid than ordinary mental methods, and once it touched a physical object, even across a great distance, it could provide him with feedback.
With a try-it-out attitude, Shi Xiaole shot two mental knives toward the abyss.
Fifty yards.
A hundred yards.
No feedback came.
This proved that there was nothing in that distance.
Shi Xiaole jumped off the cliff, and when he had fallen a hundred yards, he plunged his sword into the cliff’s side. He then continued to use the Eye Knife method to explore the conditions below.
Due to the increased use of mental power, he could perform the Eye Knife technique eight times in a short time. After these eight times, he would rest for a while and then repeat the process above.
Three hours later, Shi Xiaole’s cultivation had fallen pitifully to the Sixth Layer of the Xuanqi Realm. But at this moment, he finally found a protruded platform leading outwards.
What Shi Xiaole didn’t know was that at the same time he was exploring the depths of the abyss, a beautiful white figure was also frantically searching for him in the miasma.
"Impossible, I have secretly removed the array system inside, why can’t I find anyone."
Bai Xueying stood in front of the cliff, cold sweat breaking out on her forehead.
Without the array system, the Miasma Forest was just a little bigger. And since the miasma was weakest at the cliff, most people would stay here. But she had searched back and forth many times, yet she could not find Shi Xiaole.Where exactly is the enemy?
"The effect of the Miasma Pill is only left for quarter of an hour, I would better go back and discuss with my elder sister."
Bai Xueying left in a rush, instinctively glancing towards the abyss before leaving.
Inside the Plum Garden,
" You didn’t find him?"
Zi Xiangbo’s beautiful brows furrowed, her expression cold.
From the moment she slapped Bai Xueying, to when Bai Xueying activated the Array System in the Purple Bamboo Forest, everything was part of the two women’s plot.
Because Zi Xiangbo knew deeply that since Lu Zixiong had set his sights on Shi Xiaole, he would definitely not give up easily. Rejecting him outright might also expose their plan to attack the Xuanmen.
Luckily, she and Bai Xueying had worked together for many years and thus were able to complete this plan seamlessly.
However, unexpectedly, Shi Xiaole had disappeared.
"I’ll deal with Lu Zixiong first, then go and check myself."
Zi Xiangbo felt slightly uneasy.
No matter what, Shi Xiaole absolutely can’t meet with an accident.
"Elder sister, there are only three Miasma Pills left in total. These are the life-saving pills Master left for us. Can you really bear to use them like this?"
Bai Xueying suddenly said.
The light in Zi Xiangbo’s eyes shifted, staring at Bai Xueying until the latter almost couldn’t bear it, then she left the room muttering something under her breath.
"Elder sister."
Watching her leave, Bai Xueying shook her head.
...
The protruding platform, about three yards in circumference, was without any special features.
But Shi Xiaole’s eyes widened.
Because on the cliff wall inside the platform, there were various small figures carved into it, and at the bottom were lines of tiny characters.
"Are these... martial arts scrolls?"
Shi Xiaole approached the cliff wall, and when he saw the writing, his breath became heavy.
"Spring Wind Sixteen Palms."
"Unflowered Sword Finger."
"..."
"Nine Heavens Yin Great Method."
Looking up, the martial arts carved into the cliff were not as simple as ordinary martial arts. The worst were of the top-rate second-class level, and the Nine Heavens Yin Great Method was the first-rate lower-class martial art.
But when Shi Xiaole looked at the top of the cliff, he became dizzy despite his firm temperament.
"The Ultimate Yin Treasure Scripture!"
Though he hadn’t learned much about Spring Wind Hell, Shi Xiaole knew that the Ultimate Yin Treasure Scripture was an astonishing first-class middle grade martial art that Spring Wind Hell had lost many years ago.
In the entire Xuanwu State, apart from the various branches of the major top-tier forces, no sect possessing a first-class middle-grade martial art exceeded five.
It needs to be known that among the numerous states of the Flying Horse Dynasty, Xuanwu State could rank in the top ten. However, even so, there were no more than five forces on the local ground that possessed first-class middle-grade martial arts.
It was evident just how precious a first-class middle-grade martial skill was.
"I have exhausted my lifetime energy, killed countless strong enemies. But all my disciples have perished, and I myself have no strength to reverse the situation, so I have left these inscriptions on the cliff for future generations."
This sentence was written below the Ultimate Yin Treasure Scripture.
Shi Xiaole respected the fact that Spring Wind Hell had indeed suffered a sect extermination calamity long ago, and it had been quiet for many years until a remarkable talent emerged and re-established the sect.
However, many superior martial arts that disappeared in that war were lost ever since.
I’m afraid the people of Spring Wind Hell would never think that the scrolls they have sought for years were actually in their own backyard.
After quickly jotting down the six second-rate upper-grade scrolls, he exchanged them with the system. Shi Xiaole’s reward points jumped from eight thousand to thirty-six thousand.
As for Nine Heavens Yin Great Method and Ultimate Yin Treasure Scripture, he planned to exchange them for equivalent martial arts. If they were exchanged for reward points, he could only buy one first-class middle-grade martial art at most, which was not very cost-effective.
"May I ask the host, are you sure you want to exchange the Nine Heavens Yin Great Method?"
"Confirmed."
"Congratulations to the host, you have drawn a first-class lower-grade finger technique, Xiong Ba’s ’Three-Point Finger of God’."
"Three-Point Finger of God?"
Shi Xiaole nodded.
As a unique skill created by Xiong Ba, the ’Three-Point Finger of God’ could simultaneously restrain the martial arts of the Tian Shuang Fist, Pai Yun Palm and Wind God Leg, and was extremely powerful. It was reasonable for the system to evaluate it as a first-class lower-grade technique.
With a swift consolidation of his thoughts, Shi Xiaole focused all his attention on the Ultimate Yin Treasure Scripture.
This time, he wanted to exchange for a first-class middle-grade martial art. If he was lucky enough, even if his cultivation dropped to the bottom, he could quickly make up for it.
So the result was extraordinarily significant for him!
"May I ask the host, are you sure you want to exchange the Ultimate Yin Treasure Scripture?"
"Confirmed."
Watching the rectangular halo moving non-stop on the third floor of the Martial God Hall, Shi Xiaole’s heart rose for the first time in a rare while, with a long-lost tension.
Ding!
When the rectangular halo stopped, and he saw the name of the martial art on the stone wall, Shi Xiaole’s heart trembled violently, and he was almost stunned.
