Chapter 101: Yan Qing's Bloody Hands

  Bamboo old ghost stared with wide eyes, looking at a figure slowly walking out of the formation.

  Eyes like stars, eyebrows like sharp swords, short hair slightly white, a face revealing an evil aura.

  A black warrior robe, elegant and flowing. A black dragon jade belt around the waist, the jade is Tianxin warm jade, worth more than ten thousand gold. Wearing it on the body not only has a warming effect on the body but also can play a role in protecting the master from harm.

  On the left hand, a ring of pure white jade is worn, with the word "Yang" engraved on it, and its aura is majestic. On the right hand, a ring of black jade like ink is worn, with the word "Yin" engraved on it, mysterious and unpredictable.

  The emblem of the fusion of yin and yang energies at the chest, this is a unique martial robe of the Yin Yang Institute.

  The man had just walked out when he saw the surrounding soul puppets wielding sickles and rushing towards him.

  The man frowned slightly and punched out a fist at the space in front of him.

  His fist struck the air, and in an instant, the air in front of him rippled like a wave.

  "Raging stormy seas!"

  A terrible aura burst forth, and in an instant a group of soul puppets were knocked flying on the spot.

  The old bamboo ghost was blown by the strong air, and the muscles on his face were twisted. The man's eyes scanned around, and a shocking light burst out from his eyes.

  As long as it was hit by the light shot from the man's eyes, the soul puppet was directly fixed in place.

  "Soul-Stealing Eyes."

  Bamboo Old Ghost muttered to himself. This move, he recognized, wasn't it the signature technique of Xingyuan from the Yin Yang Institute?

  A dozen or so soul puppets were immobilized, and everything returned to calmness.

  The man withdrew the light from his eyes and smiled: "Mr. Feng Ling, hello. My name is Yan Qing."

  The old bamboo ghost looked up and down at Yan Qing a few times before saying: "Is your master Xingyuan?"

  Yan Qing nodded and said, "Not bad."

  "Ah, I've heard rumors about Star Abyss taking in an exceptionally talented disciple, one who's expected to make a big impact at the Wu An Country's Ascension Martial Assembly. I suppose that would be you?"

  Yan Qing's mouth curled up slightly, obviously very satisfied with his own cultivation.

  "Feng Ling is indeed a man of great reputation, but is the spiritual elixir that Mr. Gang just mentioned truly real?"

  Bamboo Old Ghost nodded and said: "Of course it's true. As long as you help me pass the next three to five days safely, I will definitely give you a spiritual elixir."

  Yan Qing's smile grew thicker as he said, "Mr. Feng Ling, I hope you won't try to deceive me with those inferior elixirs. You promised a divine elixir, don't think about palming off a single Yuan Dan on me later."

  "Rest assured, it must be the spiritual elixir."

  Yan Qing nodded in satisfaction and scanned her surroundings, saying: "First of all, let's talk about where this place is. Next step, what do we need to do."

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  On the other hand, Lu Fan and others walked to the front of the door.

  Another gate of protection, but without the intricate patterns and dragon-tiger guardian mythical creatures.

  Lu Fan carefully looked again and again, finally confirming that this Guardian Gate could only be opened with a special Yuan Qi fluctuation. In other words, except for the master of this mansion, others found it difficult to open this Guardian Gate.

  Lu Fan thought for a moment, then suddenly made up his mind and swung his heavy sword at the gate with a loud crash.

  Clang!

  Lu Fan's action startled Han Feng and others.

  Three people generally conditioned reflexes, retreated several steps, and took out their guns.

  But after waiting for a while, nothing happened.

  The three of them looked around for a while, and then Han Feng let out a long sigh and said: "Lu Fan, junior brother, don't scare people, okay? Scaring people can be fatal."

  Lu Fan stood still, quietly feeling that the power he had swung out was all absorbed by the Guardian Gate and transformed into its defensive strength.

  Opening his eyes, Lu Fan said: "This is troublesome. This door is very hard to open."

  Han Feng and two others walked forward, Chu Xingdao said: "Can't be like that Taoist temple, press a certain place to open it?"

  Lu Fan shook his head and said, "It's impossible. Unless there is a magical artifact or technique left behind by the deceased Xianqi master... Wait a minute, could it be..."

  Lu Fan seemed to have thought of something and hastily took out the Ten Sides Cauldron from his waistband.

  Inside the transparent Ten Directions Cauldron, the power of the Five Elements of Heaven and Earth still circulated.

  Lu Fan held the Ten Sides Cauldron in his hand and slowly poured the power of the Five Elements into it.

  Lu Fan could feel a terrible killing intent coming from the Ten Directions Cauldron, and the aura that had been injected into him was constantly strangling him.

  His face was solemn, and Lu Fan's body surged with aura. The aura transformed into yuanqi, which burst forth twenty times in an instant, pouring into the Ten Directions Cauldron like a flood.

  In an instant, Lu Fan "saw" a small inscription inside the Ten Sides Cauldron through his primordial energy.

  Undoubtedly, this is the master of the Ten Directions Cauldron's mark left to control the Ten Directions Cauldron. Through this small inscription, Lu Fan can feel the great power of this immortal cultivator.

  Like a vast ocean of unfathomable power, even after a hundred years have passed, the imprint still contains an aura that inspires reverence.

  Taking a deep breath, Lu Fan poured his aura into the inscription.

  The next moment, the Ding of All Directions lit up.

  The transparent Ten Sides Cauldron emitted a ten-colored halo, illuminating the Guardian Gate in front of it.

  Lu Fan felt his strength being drained away like a burst dam by the Ten Directions Cauldron. As the light grew brighter and brighter, the Guardian Gate in front of him suddenly lit up with line after line of patterns.

  These patterns turned into golden characters, and the next moment, the gate burst open.

  Han Feng suddenly shouted out in surprise.

  "It's open! Lu Fan, you're really not ordinary!"

  Chu Xing also asked in surprise: "Lu Fan Shidi, how did you use it? The magic tool of the Refiner, can we martial artists use it too?"

  Chu Tian saw the pain on Lu Fan's face. A few steps forward, he slapped away the Ten Sides Cauldron in Lu Fan's hand.

  Lu Fan took a step back, and the aura on his body suddenly disappeared. He turned to look at Chu Tian and said, "Thanks, Second Brother. I almost got sucked dry by it. This Ten Directions Cauldron has been sealed with a restriction, looks like I'll have to slowly refine it later."

  Chu Tian picked up the Ten Directions Cauldron and handed it back to Lu Fan, saying: "Something that belongs to a Xianqi Master is not so easy to grasp. But how were you able to use it?"

  "Maybe it's because my aura is a bit special."

  Chu Tian smiled slightly and didn't ask anymore.

  Chu Xing heard this and just smiled, saying: "Let's go. The doors are all open."

  Lu Fan looked at Chu Tian, and unexpectedly, Chu Xing didn't seem to want to continue asking questions, which slightly surprised him.

  Han Feng walked up and patted Lu Fan's shoulder, saying in a low voice: "Who doesn't have some small secrets? Lu Fan, my junior brother, you don't want to say, and your senior brothers won't ask much either. Hehe, it seems that the First Yuan Institute is indeed different, every student has their own extraordinary place, haha."

  Han Feng's words made Lu Fan seem thoughtful. Then, he put away the Ten Sides Cauldron, and everyone continued forward.

  Walking out of the pharmacy, in front of me was a vast expanse of emptiness.

  The ground beneath his feet had turned into hard, black stone slabs, a type of rock that was even darker than the inkstone used to measure a warrior's level, with an profound darkness that seemed to draw one's soul in.

  Walking on the stone slab, all around were echoes of Lu Fan and others' footsteps.

  In front of me stood four large stone pillars, with a misty air swirling around them.

  Carefully look again, and you can still see human figures in these air flows. Like a phantom, it flashes in the mist.

  Lu Fan and the other three walked forward, through the misty fog, and saw a familiar person.

  "This grandson, how did he get in there."

  Han Feng pointed at the figure in the illusion and shouted. The person he called "grandson" was actually Zhu Lao Gui.

  Lu Fan also recognized him and smiled lightly: "This is the Gate of Death, reality and illusion. So he's here too...and another kid..."

  Han Feng asked in confusion: "Lu Fan Shidi, what are you talking about?"

  Lu Fan had not yet spoken, when Chu Xing looked around and said: "What Lu Fan meant to say is that they are actually here too. They're just in a different void than us. You can understand it this way: we are in the real world, while they are in the ghost world."

  Han Feng nodded and said, "Isn't it just the overlap of voids? I understand. Then these two guys are in trouble. According to Lu Fan's explanation, we entered through the life gate, while they entered through the death gate. Our side is safe and sound, but their side should be full of traps. Haha, puppet array, they were attacked by puppets."

  Lu Fan fixed his eyes and looked over, indeed, the bamboo old ghost in the illusion was now facing a terrible puppet array.

  A group of gigantic stone puppets, like madmen, attacked Bamboo Old Ghost and another person. Each giant stone puppet was at least dozens of times larger than Bamboo Old Ghost.

  Han Feng furrowed his brow and said, "Also, why does this kid look so familiar. Oh, I remember now. Yin Yang Institute's Yan Qing, Chu Xing Shixiong, Chu Tian Shixiong, you've come to take a look, is it him?"

  Chu Xing nodded and said: "That's right. It was him. How did he get in?"

  "Whatever way he came in, we'd better not have any contact with him."

  Lu Fan felt that the name Yan Qing sounded somewhat familiar. After a moment's thought, Lu Fan remembered that Huan Yue had specially mentioned this name to him and warned him to be careful.

  Lu Fan spoke up and asked: "Who is Yan Qing?"

  Han Feng gritted his teeth and said: "The scoundrel of the Yin Yang Institute, and the biggest one at that. He is the senior brother of the Yin Yang Institute. Known as Yan Qing, the Blood-handed."

  "Blood-stained hands?"

  Lu Fan's eyebrows furrowed even more tightly, and upon hearing this name, he knew what kind of person Yan Qing was likely to be.

  "Lu Fan, junior brother," Chu Tian continued. "From now on, whenever you see this person, you must avoid him. He doesn't kill students from the Yin Yang Institute, but for students from other institutes, if he encounters them in the wild and there are no instructors around, he will inevitably... and then brutally kill them. Even during the academy's ranking battles, the number of students who have died at his hands is more than one can count."

  Lu Fan exclaimed in surprise: "Don't the masters care?"

  "Chu Xingdao said: 'Guan? How can he be managed, he is the most talented student of the Yin Yang Academy. His current cultivation is probably already close to the peak of the outer yuan. He is known as a once-in-a-thousand-year talent in the Martial Dao Academy. Even ordinary instructors are not as powerful as him, and the Star Abyss Master of the Yuan Institute is protecting him like a precious son.'"

  Lu Fan nodded in understanding, it seemed that Yan Qing was indeed a lawless and unscrupulous person.