Yinshan Record

Chapter 36 Nine Deaths and Nine Lives
Something is wrong.

Gu Yin's palms swirled around, unleashing a majestic and powerful Four Directions Palm technique, flowing like a mighty river.

The fundamental cultivation technique he practiced was called "Purple Ribbon and Green Chapter," and this technique had only one characteristic: stability.

If you are willing to practice the exercises for 72 cycles every day for 72 consecutive days without making a mistake, and then repeat this cycle 72 times.

It takes nearly fifteen years of painstaking effort to achieve the sixth level of cultivation.

The premise is that you don't make any mistakes.

There weren't many people practicing this technique within the White Deer Cave Academy.

Gu Yin was one of them.

He has never slacked off since the day he started, and as a result, he has now reached the seventh rank of cultivation.

Regardless of the cultivation method, reaching the seventh rank means standing at the pinnacle of the mortal realm, enough to establish a reputation in the martial arts world.

One step forward, and you'll find yourself among immortals and Buddhas.

But now, Gu Yin realized that the force of his palm strike had not hit Su Che or the demon at all.

Clearly, the targets he hit were all illusions conjured by the opponent.

Such an illusion technique indicates that the opponent is no ordinary genius, and their background must be extensive.

Gu Yin frowned. How much destruction would Su Che, this scoundrel, cause to the world in the future, if he were to collude with such a powerful demon right under his nose?
The Purple Ribbon and Green Seal Technique slowly circulated within his body, and Gu Yin closed his eyes, using the Confucian "Wind Angle Divination" technique to resist it.

"Be careful, although this person is below the sixth rank, he should have studied the art of divination from the Five Classics of Confucianism..."

The method of wind divination is to use the movement of wind patterns to determine good or bad fortune and to understand cause and effect.

"Got you."

Gu Yin used his right index finger to cut his left wrist, creating a gash with force, and a torrent of crimson blood gushed out from the wound.

Within the crimson blood, the righteous spirit of Confucianism condensed, like scattered thunderclaps, seeping into the Qingqiu soul hidden in the night.

"ah………………"

Qingqiu cried out in pain, revealing his whereabouts, his pale soul trembling uncontrollably.

“Good, use the most yang and vigorous essence and blood to break through the manifestation of the yin spirit.” Su Che’s figure appeared in the night: “Mr. Gu’s planning is admirable.”

"No need to rush to say 'good,' it'll be your turn soon." Gu Yin's lips curled into a slight smile: "But a novice swordsman dares to oppose me?"

"Miss Qing," Su Che said, bowing his head, "please use illusion magic to help me. I need to get within five steps of him."

A seventh-rank master of the Confucian school, at the Innate Realm, possesses immense true energy, making him difficult to approach. The only way to get close to him is to rely on the illusionary arts of Qingqiu.

"What are you thinking about?" Qingqiu's voice trembled: "He has injured this wisp of my Yin spirit, and my innate spirit is constantly leaking out. You'd better pray for your own good fortune."

Just now he said, "If I'm serious, a sixth-rank is no problem," how did he get broken by a seventh-rank in just three or two moves?
"It's okay, you can speak louder."

Gu Yin's face was pale, clearly indicating that the blood he had just forced out had also made him feel unwell.

“Miss Qing, listen to Young Master Su’s words. He says he needs to get within five steps of me to unleash his killing move, but he might only need to get within fifteen steps to do so. You can never trust a man’s words. Rest assured, I will never let you get within thirty steps.”

If Su Che were an opponent of a seventh-grade sword cultivator at the "Refining Sword into Silk" level, Gu Yin might not be so confident, after all, sword cultivators are known for their unparalleled sword energy.

Unfortunately, Su Che was not.

As long as Gu Yin uses the Four Directions Palm technique, under the layers of palm wind and qi, Su Che will have no chance of getting within thirty steps of him.

Above the sky, dark clouds obscure the moon.

The Confucian disciple, dressed in tattered clothes and with disheveled hair, steadily approached Su Che, who was hidden in the shadows.

A clap of thunder sounded, and raindrops the size of soybeans fell from the sky, wetting the ground and the clothes of the two people.

Gu Yin moved with the force of thunder. Years of arduous cultivation transformed his righteous qi into boundless palm energy, countless palm shadows flashing horizontally, even the raindrops falling from the sky were forced to turn horizontally by his power. His incredibly powerful palm strike from a distance had reached the pinnacle of mortal martial arts.

Moving forward step by step, the world is no longer devoid of morality.

The only solution is to draw your sword.

Su Che reached into his left sleeve with his right hand and took out a bronze ancient sword no more than two feet long. Seven diamond-shaped patterns on the blade were connected to each other, and the cold light on the blade seemed to have spanned hundreds of years.

A surge of sword intent welled up between his brows, and sword energy leaped forth from the cold blade.

Mirage Sword - Hidden Bow Shooting Shadows.

With a single sword strike, the long-accumulated sword energy cleaved through the waves, heading straight for the center of the body amidst layers of palm shadows.

Gu Yin turned his palm back to defend, but a slight bloodstain remained between his eyebrows.

"You actually subdued the ancient sword in the box?"

Gu Yin exclaimed in surprise.

Even a novice ninth-rank sword cultivator with a divine weapon or spirit sword should not be underestimated. It's like the difference between Abbess Miejue having the Heaven-Reliant Sword and not having it.

Gu Yin was shocked that the ancient sword in the box had recognized him as its master, and he was thrown into a panic.

"Impossible. The previous owner of the ancient sword in the box, Jiang Qin, was a renowned hero in the south, and he was upright and incorruptible. How could his sword recognize you as its master? This is impossible, absolutely impossible."

"Perhaps the great hero Jiang back then wasn't as upright and incorruptible as you imagine, or perhaps I wasn't as despicable as I seem."

Jiang Qin is naturally the name of the previous owner of all of Su Che's sword boxes. He spent his life slaying demons and monsters, roaming the world, and was revered by the world as the "Great Hero of Jiangnan".

Su Che held his sword horizontally across his chest.

The sword strike he had just delivered felt like pouring a jug of aged wine over the knots in his chest, instantly relieving the pent-up frustration of the past few months.

On his palm, the bronze short sword was clearly pulsating, as if it were excited to finally be taken out of its sheath and tested its sharpness once more.

The Dingtian Jun Sword was operating at full power, and the bronze short sword in his hand let out another sword cry.

Su Che moved like a ghost, sword in hand, charging forward and facing the layers of palm strikes directly at Gu Yin.

"Well done!"

Gu Yin's face was ashen, and layers of palm shadows gradually gathered on his hands, as if the sound of classical recitations could be heard around him.

He had refined the Four Directions Palm technique to its peak, and even he dared not underestimate the sword strike that Su Che had delivered.

Palm movement.

Sword Chant.

A powerful sword aura pierced through his body, and Su Che's sword struck Gu Yin's left shoulder squarely.

Gu Yin's palms had already struck Su Che's chest and abdomen.

puff.

A stream of blood spurted from Su San Gongzi's mouth, spraying all over Gu Yin's face.

"You must be thinking, why didn't I dodge your sword strike when it was clearly a feint? Why did I let you get three steps closer to me?"

Gu Yin looked at his wound, from which blood was flowing uncontrollably, chuckled, and gritted his teeth as he slowly pulled the sword out of the wound inch by inch.

"We, the disciples of White Deer Cave, are always prepared to sacrifice ourselves for the sake of all living beings." Gu Yin toyed with the bronze short sword in his hand: "If I could exchange my life for yours, I would be more than happy to do so."

He laughed heartily, raindrops rolling down his face. One wonders how much of those tears were filled with regret, and how much with contentment.

The sword energy flowed along his meridians, relentlessly attacking the body he had painstakingly cultivated over many years. After tonight's battle, his Purple Ribbon and Azure Chapter Technique, honed through years of hard work, would likely be destroyed.

(End of this chapter)