Yuanmu said, "Blood Asura nourishes qi with blood and replenishes essence with qi. It is the way of demons and heretics. Rather than practice honorable martial arts, you willingly sank into depravity. You should know that although such wicked arts can produce astonishing results in a short time, they also carry enormous hidden dangers. When I taught you martial arts all those years ago, did I ever tell you of an inner cultivation method called Withered Wood Meets Spring?"
Minghui's expression changed. He struggled desperately to break free, but now it felt as though countless roots were burrowing into his body.
Yuanmu said, "The demonic nature of your blood qi can nourish your body, but it can nourish others as well. Today, this humble monk will teach you why evil can never overcome righteousness."
Minghui felt the pressure radiating from Yuanmu double. Threads of inner breath, like tiny roots, slipped through every pore in his skin and into his body. Minghui gathered the power in his Dantian Sea of Qi, trying to blast Yuanmu away from him, but his baleful blood inner breath did not harm Yuanmu. Instead, it nourished him, making his internal power even stronger.
As one waned, the other waxed. The scarlet blood mist surrounding Minghui began to fade. For every measure it diminished, Yuanmu's pressure increased by the same amount. Minghui felt that Yuanmu truly was like withered wood meeting spring, swiftly flourishing with luxuriant branches and leaves under the nourishment of his blood qi, while he himself was steadily drained dry. Unprecedented panic seized his heart. The more desperately he tried to escape, the less he could break free.
Hu Xiaotian had originally resolved to join forces and kill Minghui to save Yuanmu's life, no matter what Yuanmu said, but Ji Feihua stopped him with