"How did Duke Cheng end up like this? What is he doing?" Shen Luo cried out upon seeing Cheng Yaojin's condition.
"Duke Cheng was controlled by the Fox Clan in the previous great battle. His Dao foundation was completely destroyed, and he is now at the end of his strength. Before dying, he is passing his Innate Vital Energy, along with his lifelong cultivation insights, to Lu Huaming." Yuan Tiangang made a one-handed salute.
Shen Luo's expression changed. His Divine Sense swept over the two men, and with a flicker of his body, he appeared beside Cheng Yaojin inside the pavilion. He extended his right hand and pointed.
Eight crystalline green rays shot from his fingertips and entered eight vital healing acupoints around Cheng Yaojin's waist and abdomen simultaneously. They were the Eight Gates of Life and Death.
Xue Li and the white-haired elder outside the pavilion both changed expressions at the sight. Xue Li was relatively calm, having already gained some understanding of Shen Luo, but the white-haired elder flew into a rage.
"Impudence! Who are you? Stop at once!" he roared, sweeping his sleeve.
Eighty-one silver flashes shot densely from his sleeve. They were eighty-one silver needles, striking toward every part of Shen Luo's body with incredible speed, without making the slightest sound or emitting the faintest aura.
At that moment, a white light flashed ahead. All the silver needles were swept up at once—it was Yuan Tiangang who had acted.
"Master Hu Tu, please stop. This is Fellow Daoist Shen Luo, a friend of the Great Tang Government Office, not an enemy," Yuan Tiangang said.
"I can naturally see that he means Duke Cheng no harm, but Duke Cheng is currently performing a power-transference art and cannot suffer any interference. Otherwise, not only will he certainly die,