Who Said Healing Makes You Weaker?

"Oh no! The Shaolin Sect has actually resorted to this tactic—using Buddha as a human shield—a stone shield?!"

Within the white mist, Han Baiyu's expression suddenly changed.

Because many martial arts techniques in the world today are related to the Marrow Jade jade left behind by ancient mythical beasts, and they emphasize the affinity with vital energy.

Those who practice martial arts often find that their physical body is far more complex and exquisite than they realize.

Unless one cultivates to the point of Celestial Person Resonance, and then perfects their internal energy, they can undergo a complete Transformation.

Otherwise, even if a normal martial artist has the bloodline of an ancient beast, their physical body is not suitable for unleashing the most intense aspect of their internal energy.

Therefore, entrusting one's internal energy to external objects, manipulating them remotely, allowing them to transform and mature before unleashing their power becomes the best option.

However, the scale of this external object is also very important.

If the size is too large, it will be inconvenient to use in actual combat. In normal times, it will be more difficult to refine and deepen the affinity with the opponent using internal energy.

If it's small in size, it could be like a regular sword or even a hidden weapon.

The internal energy that can be channeled is relatively limited, and it can only be used by a single person. If it is necessary to gather the internal energy of a companion, it is easy for them to repel each other and become unable to withstand the pressure.

Therefore, if Shaolin and the Beggars' Sect' Sect wanted to break the formation by relying on their numerical advantage and jointly unleashing their internal energy...

That would only allow the formation to manipulate the invisible energies, guiding them to each other and causing them to deplete each other on their own.

That was Han Baiyu's original idea.

However, she overlooked the fact that it contained a Buddha statue.

Over time, these Buddha statues have been purified by the chanting and True Qi sounds of numerous monks and pilgrims.

The affinity of a random ear torn from a Buddha statue for vital energy is probably better than the weapon that many second- or third-rate martial artists carry with them their whole lives.

Moreover, these Buddha statues are large enough and have sufficient capacity.

The internal energy of hundreds of people, when channeled into these dozens of Buddha statues, finds a stable anchor and is less likely to be triggered into collisions.

Rumble rumble rumble!!

As the numerous Buddha statues continued to advance, the surrounding white mist was completely dispelled by the immense internal energy contained within them.

The fog that previously covered an area of two miles in radius.

Soon, a gap of nearly one-eighth appeared.

Wherever the Buddha statue passed, the weeds were destroyed, the soil and stones were all flattened, and even the places that were not actually touched by the Buddha statue were flattened by the operation of internal force.

This makes the attackers' vision and senses much clearer.

Although there was a Buddha statue blocking their view, the statue was filled with their inner energy, which naturally extended their senses outwards.

There was nowhere left to hide in the surrounding land.

It was at this moment that Liu Qingsi launched her attack.

It wasn't that he acted on his own initiative, but rather that his flag provided the guidance, which suited his wishes perfectly.

The long flag was like a spear, or even more like a flame shooting through the sky.

The fiery red light had barely shone in the mist when it struck the chest of a Luohan statue.

The spear tip touched him and then left; the power within the Arhat's body surged forth, like a bright white column of energy shooting out from his chest.

Liu Qingsi had already reached the side of Luohan and thrust her spear into his waist.

The shot went straight in, splitting the entire Arhat statue in two.

The gun jerked violently in an instant, and both halves of the sculpture were cracked as the accumulated power inside exploded out.

More than ten people behind the Arhat statue hurriedly dodged to avoid the falling rocks.

Liu Qingsi did not take the opportunity to kill the enemy. Although he really wanted to, he followed the flag's guidance and instantly shrank back.

Just as he shrank back, the flagpole suddenly stopped for a moment.

His body tried to step back, his left hand still gripping the flagpole, and his originally bent arm was suddenly straightened.

The flag and spear remained motionless.

Because the gleaming spearhead was easily grasped by the Monk Busha's right thumb and middle finger.

The Flower-Plucking Finger!

The gray-haired old monk, with his white eyes and red pupils, flicked his withered fingers, and the spearhead broke off.

The refined steel, like silvery-white mud, quietly transformed, instantly turning into an exquisite and intricate lotus flower between his nimble fingers.

The lotus petals, like dandelion seeds scattered by a gentle breeze, suddenly take flight.

But it flew out at a speed as fast as a handful of scattered streaks of light.

The texture of each petal perfectly matched the hidden power within, making it even faster and striking Liu Qingsi's vital points.

Liu Qingsi drew her sword instantly.

His scabbard was three feet long, but his blade was only two feet and one inch long; it was a broken sword.

This is also his unique swordsmanship; when a broken sword is drawn, its intensity far surpasses that of a perfectly intact sword.

As he drew his sword, the slice of the Ten-Thousand-Year Ginseng Emperor he was holding melted rapidly, its medicinal power, like magma, flowing into his Sword Qi.

The flashing sword light transformed from black hair into tangled red threads, intercepting the flower petals.

However, three pieces still hit Liu Qingsi, sending him flying backward.

"Oh?"

The Monk Busha was a little surprised, and his nose twitched.

Shaolin martial arts are exquisite techniques refined through countless trials and perfected over generations. Because of their exquisite nature, those who can master Shaolin martial arts to the extreme possess a precision in their very being.

This "Flower-Plucking Finger" move could have easily killed Liu Qingsi without expending any effort.

This time, they actually failed to kill him.

The monk Monk Busha sniffed and immediately detected the medicinal scent of the Ten-Thousand-Year Ginseng Emperor. He reached out with one hand.

Bodhidharma's Perfect Mirror Hand!

Of the Seventy-Two Supreme Techniques, only the best survived. Over the past three hundred years, martial arts have flourished, and new skills have replaced the old ones.

This "Bodhidharma's Perfect Mirror Hand" is a replacement for the original Mighty Vajra Palm.

The Mighty Vajra Palm, though powerful, may not necessarily strike a solid blow.

The round mirror, like light, pierces through the atmosphere.

Practicing the "Bodhidharma's Perfect Mirror Hand" results in a palm strike that is perfectly round like a mirror. The moment the palm shines, it reflects onto the opponent, instantly creating a real and powerful impact injury.

But a flag preemptively covered Liu Qingsi, and a circular spot was reflected on its surface.

Granny Putuo was also using a flag in her left hand and a sword in her right, with the flag to save people, but before she could draw her sword, she felt the light of the round mirror move slightly and suddenly hit her face.

It was clearly just a round beam of light, but when it shone on my face, it felt like a massive stone pillar crashing down on me.

The True Qi of the Granny Putuo shattered instantly, and her head tilted back.

However, just as Granny Putuo made her move, the Diba Deng also burst out from the side amidst the mist.

He crashed directly into a perfectly preserved statue of the heavens, the banner held horizontally across his chest, his palms pushing against the flagpole.

The dozen or so Beggars' Sect' Sect disciples responsible for pushing the statue were struck by the tip of the flagpole; two were cut in half at the waist, and the rest felt a burning sensation in their chests.

The statue had completely escaped their control, its feet no longer touching the ground, and like the head of a giant dragon, it crashed into the Monk Busha.

Hold head high!!

The Monk Busha retaliated with a palm strike, shoving it into the statue's chest, and heard a series of increasingly loud dragon roars.

His mastery of the Diba Deng Dragon-Subduing Divine Palms technique had greatly improved; he instantly changed the direction of his palms, unleashing seven consecutive strikes that slammed into the flagpole.

"Behold my dragon, dragon, dragon, dragon—oh, dragon!!"

The Blazing Fire Pearl Flag itself amplified his palm strike, which then penetrated the statue.

Inside the statue, the temporarily unclaimed power was also activated.

Finally, the palm strike that truly struck the Monk Busha was so powerful that it clearly exceeded the strength of Diba Deng monk.

The dragon's roar shook the heavens!!

The Dragon-Subduing Divine Palms, evolved according to the I Ching and in accordance with the rhythms of heaven and earth, requires only an open mind and tolerance for external things. During the palm's movement, it will naturally generate some forces that one cannot normally control.

The individual moves of this palm technique are not actually that important. Many disciples of the Beggars' Sect' Sect have been able to learn one or two, or even three or four moves.

Its most essential aspect lies in this consistent momentum.

Those who can comprehend this great trend can make even a casual palm strike a masterpiece of the Dragon-Subduing Divine Palms.

Although those at the Diba Deng have extensive experience, they have not yet experienced any truly significant events or upheavals, and therefore cannot grasp the intricacies of the situation.

But when Chu Tianshu sparred with him, he repeatedly cut off the Dharma Lineage, forcing him to continue attacking, which aroused his indomitable will.

At this moment, once he lost all passion and attacked, the power he unleashed surprised even himself.

The Monk Busha became interested; he had at least seven ways to bypass this palm strike.

But the old monk, who had broken his vows his whole life, insisted on pushing back with a single blow.

The withered hand, which had been pushing vertically against the statue's chest, suddenly changed to pushing horizontally.

"You're good!!"

The two words, "Not bad," struck like thunderbolts, shattering the dragon's scales and breaking its bones.

Mount Sumeru Palm, Nirvana Claw, Maha Finger, Prajna Palm!

The move "Monk Busha" incorporates four of Shaolin's top-tier skills.

On Mount Sumeru, all Buddhas have passed into Nirvana; in the Great Hell, Prajna (wisdom) has emerged!

The four ultimate techniques combined shattered the vast dragon-shaped energy, causing the pale golden dragon scales to scatter and fly away, and the statue to crumble in an instant.

On the Blazing Fire Pearl Flag, every pearl turns yellow, ages, and cracks in an instant.

Wang Daozi and Sun Liang from Mount Mao rushed behind the Diba Deng monk to offer their assistance.

They shouldn't have come out at this time, because the flag hadn't given any instructions.

However, the formation has been disrupted, and the flags may no longer be in the correct position.

If they don't come out, this formation will eventually be broken by the combined power of the numerous statues.

If they came out, even for just a moment, they would already be exposed to the Monk Busha.

White eyes with red pupils, gray hair flowing in the wind.

They were exposed to this wicked monk, who was like a withered tree, yet was now becoming increasingly agitated.

In a single moment, defeat was already inevitable.

One more moment, and it would almost certainly mean death.

But Han Baiyu's flag was also raised at this moment.

While she was still shrouded in mist, a spear pierced the ground, and a thin, bright red line instantly extended to the feet of the Monk Busha.

He possesses the Youdu Edict and has traded cultivation techniques with countless people.

In terms of realm, Han Baiyu has not yet reached the level of Single Flawlessness, but in terms of the profundity of his internal strength, he even surpasses the average person with "Leakless Mystic Art".

However, her internal energy was not fully utilized and was not very flexible. When she clashed with a true master, she could not judge the timing and was easily countered.

Their attack frequency is also incomparable to that of people like those Monk Busha.

Now, those in Diba Deng have created the perfect opportunity.

This will give Han Baiyu a chance to confront the Monk Busha.

Buzz!!!

That Hongxian burst forth with a bright red light.

Monk Busha, he was lifted three inches into the air by the red light.

It was only three inches, but the combined power of the three of them, Diba Deng, blasted over at that moment.

With a deafening roar, the Monk Busha was sent flying backward.

The three men, Diba Deng and below, left a long ditch in their feet and crashed into the courtyard wall behind them.

Liu Qingsi and Putuo were seriously injured.

The Diba Deng, Sun Liang, Wang Daozi, experienced meridian tremors.

The group that set up the formation, consisting of six people, managed to repel the Monk Busha, at the cost of five of them being injured.

"Grass!!"

Han Baiyu couldn't help but curse under his breath.

She deeply realized the immense pressure Zhang Yining faced to withstand more than a dozen moves from the Monk Busha.

Over the years, she often gave Zhang Yining a portion of her internal energy, but it was only enough to fill in the next step of the "Heavenly Silkworm Divine Art" that Zhang Yining had deduced.

The young Daoist priest said that this kind of filling was the best, as it saved him the time of accumulating skill at each stage and avoided being too complicated.

Han Baiyu thought at the time that the young Daoist priest was too restrained, but now he thinks about it.

The amount of power one can unleash is indeed more important than the total amount of power one possesses.

Just as the Monk Busha was retreating, and Han Baiyu was gritting his teeth...

A sword's cry rang out from the white mist closer to the courtyard.

The Yang Muren had somehow gotten close to the gate of the courtyard.

While the Monk Busha drew all attention, the old beggar simply bypassed the others involved in the fight.

The Buddhas entered the formation, but the incomplete formation could no longer stop him.

The Yang Muren could practically barge into the courtyard without any hindrance.

However, Yu Danxia remained there.

The Pearl Flag was instantly enveloped in a ghostly blue, poisonous light.

Yu Danxia acted swiftly, releasing the banner, biting down on the ginseng slices, and cracking her teeth. The Sanqi Divine Sword technique, amidst the excruciating pain in her tooth nerves, had already unleashed three consecutive strikes.

With a single move, the "Night Battle Hidden Sword" technique, the sword light almost grazed his own neck.

The strange sword, almost a suicide strike, protected his head and forced back the Yang Muren's palm.

Only on the second strike could the Yang Muren be cut in half at the waist, blocking his path.

Unfortunately, Yu Danxia was still too slow.

Even with her current skill and the Sanqi Divine Sword in hand, she couldn't stop the Yang Muren's fantastical movements.

When that sword strike was unleashed, the Yang Muren had already escaped the attack range, circled behind her, and stood back to back.

Realizing that this was a crazy woman who couldn't be dealt with in one move, the Yang Muren no longer intended to kill her first.

The most urgent task is to kill the troublesome person in the house who is using his internal energy to detoxify.

Without hesitation, Yu Danxia struck her own heart with the hilt of her sword.

This is the fastest movement; she will use all her heart and soul, channeling all her inner strength, to create a blood sword that bursts out from her back.

But Sanqi suddenly stopped, preventing her from hitting her own chest. Moreover, the sword suddenly flashed to the side, actually sending her flying to the side. "Foolish move! Your sword won't hurt him; it will only cost you your life and make your blood spray towards me."

Chu Tianshu's voice, whether transmitted from her ears or from the divine sword, reached Yu Danxia's mind.

At the same time, Yu Danxia heard a startled shout from the Yang Muren.

The old beggar's palms emitted a bright blue light, and he pushed forward.

Chu Tianshu's right hand was still pressed on the silkworm cocoon when his body suddenly turned slightly.

The Yang Muren could only see the left half of his face, his left shoulder, left arm, and left waist.

As Chu Tianshu made that slight turn, sword lights simultaneously burst forth from hundreds of acupoints on his left side.

The jade Sword Radiance, each as thin as a thumb, shone like the morning stars.

Because the Sword Radiance beams are in different directions.

When the Yang Muren's palm strike neutralized the first wave of Sword Radiance shooting straight at him, he didn't feel anything.

But hundreds of other Sword Radiance were raining down, striking the roof beams, the ground pillars, the corners of the walls, and even the blades of the Three-Seven Sword.

After being refracted, they all shot back towards the Yang Muren.

As the Yang Muren struck out with his palm, what openings appeared in his internal energy after colliding with the first wave of Sword Radiance?

Even those weaknesses that can't be called flaws, but are just fleeting lapses in internal energy.

Perfectly, they were all selected by these refracted Sword Radiance!

Yang Muren's expression changed, and he quickly changed his move, spreading out a dense array of palm shadows, like a hemisphere, to intercept all the Sword Radiance.

Boom boom boom boom boom!!!

The Beggars' Sect' Sect leader flew backward, his figure sliding off the ground and out of the doorway.

The Sword Radiance continued to shoot out, striking the afterimage of his hand until he completely retreated from the courtyard gate.

Everyone outside saw this scene.

But when the afterimage faded slightly, they were certain that it really was their gang leader who had been forced out.

The Leakless Mystic Art, and the Leakless True Force.

Chu Tianshu's internal energy was concentrated in his acupoints. He could detonate it by simply exerting force with his physical body, deflecting it back and forth to target weaknesses.

Do you think helping someone detoxify will weaken my internal energy?

Chu Tianshu's voice came out steadily, then suddenly became high-pitched.

"Wrong! Helping him detoxify would only cost me time!"

With the General Outline of Superior Methods in hand and a body with Leakless True Force, Chu Tianshu simultaneously devoured vital energy, compressed and transformed it to replenish the internal energy he had consumed.

The hand left the cocoon.

Chu Tianshu suddenly moved and appeared outside the courtyard, his robes billowing behind him as he saw the enemies, the Buddhas, and his wounded friends.

"I'm happy to squander my time."

"But your time is probably running out."