A Kind Passerby
"You're nothing but a Rogue Person knight-errant, a piece of trash like a pig or a dog, how dare you shout at me!"
The woman from the Xiao Clan looked grim.
"My daughter, of the Xiao family, has a bright future ahead of her; how could she possibly have such an ungrateful adoptive father as you?"
"Now, I don't know where he learned some unorthodox methods, but he attacked a master of Celebration of the Sage Temple. He deserves to die! I will make him pay with his life now!!"
The woman swayed her upper body, seemingly about to strike, but in reality, her right foot suddenly scraped against the ground.
Collapse!!
A thin, spiderweb-like black crack suddenly appeared in the ground.
A chilling Sword Qi swept along the ground, aiming to slice off half of the blond man's foot.
This is the "Hidden Spider Wave-Treading Sword Technique" of the East Sea Xiao Family.
Using the feet as swords, forging a new path, footwork is swordsmanship, implicitly containing the inverted and mutually restraining movements of the Eight Trigrams and Eight Gates.
When the blond man stomped away the Sword Qi, he felt the figure of the Xiao Clan family woman suddenly disappear from the right, and then his left arm was empty.
It turned out that the woman from the Xiao Clan had already reached behind him to the left, grabbed the little girl's ankle, and pulled her away.
The blond man, who had been holding the little girl tightly and hadn't dared to use force, was caught off guard when the boy pulled away.
The unconscious little girl was lifted upside down, and her fair face gradually flushed red.
"Give it back to me!!"
The blond man flew into a rage. As he turned around, his long arm extended, revealing claws with pale white Sword Radiance light at the tips of his five fingers, a sight that chilled the heart.
The woman from the Xiao Clan wore a cold smile. Her feet moved swiftly, her body shifting left and right as she dodged several attacks before suddenly circling around.
Before the boy in white on the car roof could make a move, the woman had already circled around most of the way and reached Fa'en's side.
"The Xiao Clan's Hidden Spider Sword is indeed unique."
The white-clad youth's expression turned serious.
Although the blond man had some unknown opportunity, his skills were formidable and domineering, and his Sword Qi was sharp and ruthless.
Unfortunately, his skill had increased rapidly in a short time, and he didn't know many sophisticated techniques. Faced with a strong attack like that of Fa'en, he could only manage to fight back a few times.
Faced with a young master from a prestigious family like the Xiao Clan family woman, who was skilled in stealth footwork, the blond man was ultimately outmatched.
The Rogue Person's knowledge is too shallow.
"Turns out it was just a stupid ox."
Fa'en snorted coldly.
Because this monk practiced Demonic Dao, upon first contact, they sensed the strong Dao Qi emanating from the blond man. Not knowing his origin, they were wary.
Unexpectedly, someone who cultivates Demonic Dao is not adept at clever maneuvering.
It seems that the earlier sneak attack to assassinate the royal monk, used to divert everyone's attention, was already the pinnacle of this person's swordsmanship.
The blond man, both anxious and furious, lunged at them again.
Fa'en, however, did not use any sophisticated techniques to fight him. Instead, he suddenly raised his left palm and pushed it towards the blond man.
The blond man was still a foot away when his hands felt as if they had struck an impenetrable wall.
A loud bang.
The invisible air between the two of them, at some point, was solidified like crystal by Fa'en's power.
The crystal was then struck again by the blond man, causing it to crack.
The pale Sword Qi forked from his hands, extending along the cracks and penetrating into the crystal, like a wildly growing sapling, but growing slower and slower, unable to pass through this wall of energy.
Fa'en's skill at this moment was far superior to what he had shown before.
The sharp-eyed young man in white had already noticed that the relic on Fa'en's left rosary was being pressed into the "Neiguan" acupoint on the inside of his wrist.
Half of it is embedded in the skin, and half of it is exposed.
In traditional Chinese medicine, this acupoint can be used to relieve chest pain and tightness, and also to treat mental symptoms such as insomnia and epilepsy.
It is evident that the Neiguan acupoint is closely connected with the heart and soul.
When the relic is embedded in this acupoint, the True Qi stored within are immediately activated, transforming into a yellow-black light that travels along the Pericardium Meridian of Hand-Jueyin.
The water flows through acupoints such as Jianshi, Ximen, Quze, and Tianquan, and then into Heavenly Lake.
At this moment, all the acupoints on Fa'en's body were glowing, shining through his clothes and appearing and disappearing.
The young man in white was startled for a moment, and his fan twitched.
Three tiny, transparent needles, as thin as cow's hair, flew out, carrying deadly poison, and shot towards Fa'en.
Unexpectedly, the three needles suddenly froze in mid-air.
As if crushed by an invisible force, starting from the tip of a needle, bit by bit, it crumbled into frost.
"It wasn't Fa'en blocked the needle!"
The boy in white sensed something was wrong and turned to look behind him.
On the main street, many horses lay dead or sprawled on the ground; even those that were alive were like clay sculptures, motionless.
The monks had somehow formed a peculiar formation.
If you connect them as nodes, the final result resembles the outline of a datura flower.
And Fa'en is located on the stem of the datura flower.
The dozen or so people who had just made their move were now surrounded by this formation, their faces covered in cold sweat, their hands and feet frozen, completely motionless.
These dozen or so people knew that the group coming to deal with them was a group of Mount Sumeru Heavenly Soldiers from Celebration of the Sage Temple. They each had their own connections and had studied the formation diagram of the "Great Mount Sumeru Heavenly Soldiers Formation".
After all, this formation is from several decades ago, and it has been used several times to deal with large armies on the plains. Countless people have observed the formation.
That's why it took them, a dozen or so, to seize a position and prevent the monks from forming a battle formation.
But just before that, when the Xiao Clan woman made her move...
Fa'en, there were eight other monks who also embedded relics in their inner gates, causing their power to surge and forcing back their enemies.
In an instant, the monks had completed their formation and closed in.
The white-robed youth's poisoned needles were also destroyed by the aura of the formation.
"The Great Mount Sumeru Heavenly Soldiers Array is an ancient artifact from decades ago."
"How could our prestigious Celebration of the Sage Temple not have new ways to fill the gap?"
Fa'en smiled, looking down at the white-clad figure on the roof of the car with a disdainful gaze, as if he were looking at a few broken-backed dogs.
"The ' Śarīra Sacrifice to the Heavenly Pool ' allows us, in our unenlightened Attaining the Dao, to borrow a vast amount of Moon Turbidity's power. Do you really think you can stop the nine from taking their positions and mobilizing the entire group to form a battle array?!"
"Oh no!"
The white-clad youth's face was so pale it almost matched the color of his clothes.
"Who would have thought that I, He Ruyu, who led a dissolute life, would not be killed by a beautiful woman, but instead die at the hands of a monk..."
The woman from the Xiao Clan stood beside Fa'en, deeply shocked.
Her Hidden Spider Sword, moving with elusive grace, flashes and stabs, she prides herself on her agility, confident that even against dozens of opponents of similar skill, she can move freely.
But now, just standing at the edge of the formation, she felt her inner warning signs fail her, leaving her feeling lost and adrift.
It felt as if any patch of air around me could turn into an iron wall, and any patch of ground could be an illusion, devoid of power.
Despite her superb agility, she was momentarily unsure where to place her first step.
"It's indecent to hold a little girl upside down, give her to me."
Upon hearing this, Madam Xiao Clan handed it over.
A young man in plain clothes with thick eyebrows and a faint smile took the little girl and stood her up.
The red skirt draped down, covering the trouser legs.
The little girl, who had been given a large dose of sleeping pills and had her acupoints sealed, actually regained consciousness after he caught and released her like that.
"I..."
The fourteen-year-old girl, already reaching the shoulder of the young man in plain clothes, looked around with a dazed expression, her gaze finally settling on the blond-haired man.
"Father?"
The sound startled Fa'en, who turned around abruptly.
The woman from the Xiao Clan seemed to wake from a dream, and looked to her side in shock.
"Who are you?!"
"A kind person."
Chu Tianshu grabbed the woman's belt and threw it forward as if he were lifting a thick spear.
When he grabbed the woman, her entire body was already shrouded in a black aura, and she was thrown through the air.
Like a black scar that sliced through the atmosphere!
The carriage beneath the white-clad youth shattered with a crash. With all his might, he kicked up splinters of wood three times, rising two feet into the air.
In that instant, he felt he was unleashing a potential he had never had in his entire life.
The black mark that swept past his feet was so terrifying that he had a premonition that anyone who was brushed against it would suffer a terrible fate.
As he rose two feet, he instinctively looked back, trying to see where the dark mark had fallen.
He was actually stopped by a tall monk!
The burly monk, with a face full of scars, had eyebrows that trembled like two silkworms. His face was as red as lacquer, and his two large hands were used to block the black aura from a distance. The stone bricks under his feet were shattering inch by inch.
No, it wasn't that the monk who actively tried to stop them.
This black mark struck a lagging node in the inner circle of the formation.
For a formation to be considered a formation, it must have both loose and tight sections, varying speeds and rhythms, and operate in a natural order.
Often, when the outer layer is prepared to operate quickly, the inner layer must operate slowly, or even slightly reversed, in order to maintain the overall energy of the formation and make up for any weaknesses.
However, these slow-moving areas are often where the aura of the grand formation is strongest.
The black streak shot directly towards this spot, and the burly monk was immediately enveloped by the aura of the great formation, forcefully blocking and counterattacking.
At that moment, Chu Tianshu took a step to the side and arrived next to Fa'en.
Fa'en thrust out with both hands, only to feel a sudden pain. His left arm was pierced by the enemy's thumb, striking his Neiguan relic, while his right arm was struck by the middle finger at the elbow.
Chu Tianshu merely extended his right hand, and with three quick movements, it was as if his forearm had merely swayed.
After the thumb and middle finger, the index finger touches Fa'en's chest.
Fa'en's sternum trembled violently, as if he had been struck in the chest by a large diamond. He slid back more than three meters in an instant, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
The Mantra Finger Technique in the Samadhi Power Hand Seal.
This is the formula corresponding to the word "Ji".
All of these have the meaning of pivot; this move uses the finger, which specifically targets the joint spaces and acupoints on the body where internal energy is circulated.
The Fa'en why Fa'en had half of the relic embedded in the acupoint and the other half left on the body surface was because he was forcibly borrowing the essence and needed to leave some room for maneuver.
But in front of Chu Tianshu, this monk seemed to be afraid that others wouldn't know where the key to his current internal energy was.
"Formation!!"
Fa'en's retreat, Chu Tianshu quickly positioned himself in Fa'en's place, raised one hand to his chest, and uttered another incantation.
Fill in the gaps and replace the positions.
The aura of the Great Sumeru Formation would normally closely follow the person who set it up.
However, after Fa'en's relic was sealed and he was severely injured by a finger, he couldn't even muster a trace of his power.
Chu Tianshu forcefully took the position, using his spiritual sense to capture the aura of the formation, and then took a step back.
Just as the black aura around the Xiao Clan family woman was dissipating, the burly monk was about to unleash his power to send her flying when he suddenly felt his strength wane.
The woman from the Xiao Clan was only pushed half a foot to the side by him before rolling to the ground.
What happened?
The burly monk looked up and saw that the energy of the array around Chu Tianshu was surging rapidly, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.
When Fa'en was restrained at the array node, he was a fraction too slow to use its strength.
Chu Tianshu, an outsider, is now controlling the aura of the entire formation.
"Change formation quickly!"
The burly monk uttered three words, but couldn't help taking a step forward.
"Quickly change..."
He had the words on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't finish them the second time.
Because Chu Tianshu took another step back, two steps, three steps...
Chu Tianshu's skill is so profound and his size so enormous that he carries too much weight in the current formation.
As he retreated, the formation tilted, and all the energy flowed towards him.
All the monks were swept along and suppressed, forced to move forward, their faces growing paler and their bodies hunched over.
They felt all their strength sinking downwards, making it impossible for them to raise their strength to their throats and make a sound.
Not only them, but also the dozen or so people who were originally surrounded by the formation, including the white-robed youth, all fell into this predicament as soon as they landed.
The young man stepped back, one hand on his chest, his expression calm, only the swirling wind around him causing his clothes to flutter.
The fierce and menacing figures who were advancing could not hold on and collapsed to their knees one after another.
The people hiding among the shops and restaurants were extremely surprised, peering out and swallowing hard as they glanced at the wine flags and signs.
All the flags were flying in the same direction.
Only the blond man and the little girl in red were deliberately bypassed by the gale.
They were like a sturdy, yellowing bamboo shoot and a bright red flower, born on a long, absurd, and unbearable street.
The bystanders in the restaurants and shops, though they had been observing for a long time, were still deeply moved.
In fact, Chu Tianshu simply took a stroll, retreating ten steps.
The father and daughter looked at Chu Tianshu, somewhat at a loss.
Chu Tianshu saw the deep fear still lingering in the little girl's eyes, smiled at them, and raised his finger to signal.
The little girl turned around to look.
All the men who had escorted her all the way knelt down in the long street, before her.
(End of this chapter)