In Emei, start by obtaining golden attributes.

Chapter 471 The Emperor's Observation of Qi and Opportunities

In an instant, thousands of sword energies rang out and flew away.

That was no ordinary "rain of swords." It was more like a series of dragons being awakened at the same time, raising their heads from the depths of the sword forest, following the direction of Gu Shaoan's sword intent, condensing into a long dragon of sword energy, breaking through the wind and mist, and rushing towards Monk Tonghai one after another.

Facing the dragon formed from sword energy in the air, Monk Tonghai's expression was extremely solemn.

Feeling the chilling wind, Monk Tonghai's feet sank slightly, his knees parted slightly, and the Golden Bell Shield still steadily covered his body, its golden light thick and heavy as if cast.

At the same time, he spread his arms and suddenly unleashed a palm strike.

In an instant, palm shadows fluttered like a thousand leaves.

With each palm strike, a "leaf" appears, each leaf representing a force.

The monk Tonghai drew upon the power of heaven and earth, along with his own vital energy and spirit, and his palm strikes exuded a solemnity akin to the Buddha holding up a flower.

As the sword energy came head-on, Monk Tonghai flicked his palm, using a gentle force to deflect dozens of sword energies, causing them to intersect and erode each other.

In the next instant, his palm suddenly opened wide and wide, and a halo seemed to flash in his palm, forcefully shattering dozens of sword energies into countless fragments of light.

Gu Shaoan lowered his gaze slightly.

Shaolin has had a good relationship with the Emei Sect in recent years. It is said that in the beginning, the Emei Sect would send its disciples to Shaolin every once in a while to exchange martial arts techniques.

Therefore, the Shaolin martial arts techniques of the generation, such as Extinction, Absolute Dust, and Insulation, are not unfamiliar to this generation.

In the past, Abbess Miejue and Juechen had often talked to Gu Shaoan and Zhou Zhiruo about the Seventy-Two Arts of Shaolin.

In addition, during the battle at Bright Peak, Gu Shaoan also witnessed some of Shaolin's Seventy-Two Arts during the fighting of some of the Shaolin disciples.

Based on Gu Shaoan's understanding of the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts, he could naturally tell that the monk Tonghai was using the Thousand-Leaf Tathagata Palm, one of the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts.

However, as the monk Tonghai's palms danced, his intentions were sometimes clear and righteous, his force as straight as a lamp in the night, and at other times his hand gestures changed, his fingers, palms and wrists moving in one go, carrying a kind of harmony and restraint in "saving people".

This is clearly based on the "Thousand-Leaf Tathagata Palm" and subtly incorporates the "Bright Fist" and "Prajnaparamita Hand", which are also among the Seventy-Two Ultimate Techniques.

This is why Monk Tonghai's "Thousand-Leaf Tathagata Palm" not only resembles a thousand leaves fluttering in the wind, but also contains a majestic and righteous force, as well as the delicate and skillful strength of using small things to overcome large ones and using ingenuity to break through strength.

When these three unique skills are combined, anyone else would already be in disarray, with their energy levels disrupted and their moves conflicting.

However, under the monk Tonghai's guidance, it was like three rivers flowing into one place, neither clashing with each other, but rather complementing one another.

This is enough to show how talented Monk Tonghai was in martial arts.

However, the move "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source" borrows from the mountains and rivers, the wind and clouds, and the vitality of plants and trees, creating a continuous and layered effect.

It was already incredibly powerful, and its power surpassed even the "Thousand Leaf Tathagata Palm" of Monk Tonghai, which combined three martial arts techniques.

Not to mention that the sword energy that Gu Shaoan condensed with "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source" was imbued with the sword intent and sword spirit of "Emei Sword Scripture".

Its power far surpasses that of ordinary high-level martial arts.

No matter how dense the monk Tonghai's palm strikes were, it was ultimately a "human" making the move; but Gu Shaoan's sword strike was delivered by the sword's intent, replacing heaven and earth.

The difference in skill level is immediately apparent simply from the concept behind the moves.

Therefore, as the palm shadow collided with the sword energy, and seeing his condensed palm shadow vanish the moment it collided with the sword energy, Monk Tonghai immediately realized that the power of the sword energy that Gu Shaoan condensed this time was several times stronger than the previous sword energies.

As the sword energy pierced the air, the monk Tonghai's palm shadows, which resembled the Thousand-Armed Buddha, were shredded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Immediately following was a dull thud.

That was the sound of sword energy passing through the palm shadow and hitting the golden bell shield.

As the sword energy clashed with the golden bell shield of the monk Tonghai, the golden light on the surface of the shield suddenly trembled, and visible ripples spread across the surface of the shield, like an ancient bell being struck by a giant hammer. The sound waves rolled along the cliff wall, causing pine needles to fall in a rustling sound.

The monk Tonghai let out a muffled groan, and a crack appeared on the stone beneath his feet.

He was still trying to stop him.

Chiba's hands were still flying, his palm shadows still shattering, drawing, and disarming swords.

But the sword energy condensing within the long dragon of sword energy in front of him was too much and too fast.

Moreover, these sword energies did not simply come from the front. When the sword energies approached, they seemed to suddenly gain consciousness. Some clashed head-on, some swept across the ground to slash at the knees, and some were lifted up by the wind and fell from above like a knife to the head.

The sword energy surged forth relentlessly, seemingly endless. As soon as one point was deflected by the Thousand Leaf Hand, new sword energy would immediately condense and replenish it from the rocks, mist, and vegetation.

Moreover, the sword aura carried by each sword aura is completely different.

This was the first time that Monk Tonghai had encountered such a bizarre sword technique.

Not only can it condense all things in heaven and earth into swords, but it can also direct these sword energies to attack enemies from different directions.

Faced with the relentless sword energy that gave him no chance to breathe, Monk Tonghai finally experienced a moment when he was "out of his depth".

His palm strike was a beat too slow.

"laugh"

The next instant, a sword aura grazed the cuff of his cassock, tearing the fabric in an instant, leaving a white mark on the arm guard inside the sleeve.

Immediately afterwards, another sword aura struck the golden bell shield, and a ripple of golden light suddenly exploded outwards. A very fine and shallow crack appeared on the surface of the shield, like a newly formed crack in the bell wall.

The monk Tonghai's pupils contracted slightly, and with a low growl, his aged and deep voice instantly filled the entire back mountain.

Then, the monk Tonghai spread his legs apart, his horse stance became even more solid, and the moment his breath sank into his dantian, the aura on the monk Tonghai suddenly subsided, and his whole body became like a golden statue that had been laid to rest.

He clasped his hands together, a deep chant emanating from his throat. He squeezed the power of the Three Flowers within his body to its limit, continuously pouring his essence, energy, and spirit into the golden bell-shaped protective shield around his body.

In an instant, the golden light around Monk Tonghai suddenly surged, and the protective shield transformed from a "shield" into a "wall," becoming so thick that it almost solidified.

At the same time, he no longer tried to "clear the sword" with the Chiba technique, but instead switched to "defense".

Let the golden bell bear the brunt of the impact head-on, and only use the slightest palm strike to deflect those insidious sword energies that target weaknesses.

Gu Shaoan stood amidst the forest of swords, his sword finger unwavering in the slightest.

He simply closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, a faint golden hue appeared in his pupils. The gold wasn't dazzling, but under its glow, Gu Shaoan's gaze resembled that of an emperor surveying his land, sending a chill down the spine of the distant monk Tonghai. As the "Emperor's Aura Observation Technique" activated, in Gu Shaoan's eyes, the monk Tonghai was no longer just a "person," but more like a cauldron in operation.

The essence, qi, and spirit within Tonghai's body interact, transforming into three "lines" of different colors.

One is steady and profound, like the winding veins of the earth; one is fiery and surging, like a river bursting its banks; one is clear and sharp, like clouds in the sky.

The three lines intertwine, sometimes running parallel, sometimes branching out, flowing along the meridians and infusing the body with energy.

The meridians in the human body vary in width, much like waterways in a mountain.

A wide passage can accommodate hundreds of rivers flowing together, while a narrow passage can only allow trickles to pass.

For a martial artist to execute a move, not only must the technique be exquisite, but the flow of true energy must also be proper.

For example, a wide meridian can hold a maximum of one hundred units of true energy, while a narrow meridian can hold no more than thirty units.

If one forces a hundred units of energy into a thirty-unit path, at best, it will cause the true energy to be blocked and the qi to stagnate, resulting in the loss of the correct technique; at worst, it will damage the meridians, cause internal energy backlash, and even lead to the immediate loss of skill.

Therefore, true masters can "control the flow" when channeling their energy.

The flow should be fast when necessary and slow when necessary, with deliberate constriction and diversion at narrow points in the meridians, and even extremely subtle pauses and turns, to ensure the stable circulation of internal energy within the veins.

This is one of the main reasons why it is so difficult for martial artists to cultivate martial arts and even internal energy techniques.

Isn't it because martial artists need to control the flow of their internal energy or true essence when circulating it? In this process, it is inevitable that martial artists will develop some bad habits.

When the body's true essence or internal energy circulates, these stagnant points become weaknesses.

Ordinary people cannot observe the vital energy and spirit within others, so they naturally have no way of understanding these weaknesses.

But with the help of the "Emperor's Aura Observation Technique," things were different for Gu Shaoan.

Every contraction, every divergence, and every barely perceptible stagnation of the three "lines" within the monk Tonghai's body was like a crease in the darkness, clearly reflected in Gu Shaoan's eyes.

Even more deadly is that the "golden bell" around Monk Tonghai no longer appears as a unified golden light to Gu Shaoan.

Instead, it is a protective aura formed by the essence, energy, spirit, power of heaven and earth, and special internal energy.

A moment later, Gu Shaoan's gaze fell on Tonghai's left side, three inches below his ribs.

There is a very fine "knot" where the three lines meet, like the eddy that water inevitably forms when flowing through a narrow gorge.

Every time Tonghai squeezed the three flowers to reinforce the Golden Bell, his internal energy would pause slightly there before being diverted and poured into the back of the protective shield.

This means that Tonghai's Golden Bell Shield will momentarily freeze in that small area.

This is the opportunity that the emperor observes when he looks at the qi (vital energy).

Even if it was just a momentary pause, it was enough for Gu Shaoan.

His lips twitched almost imperceptibly, and then his sword finger slightly shifted to the side.

The same myriad sword energies, the same continuous sword tides, but the "direction" of the attack suddenly changed.

As the sword energy surged forth, the clanging sounds of metal objects clashing echoed like raindrops pattering on banana leaves.

This time, as the sword energy descended, the golden light on Monk Tonghai's golden bell shield surged even more violently.

How could that be?

Upon seeing this, Monk Tonghai's pupils shrank dramatically.

He discovered that the location where Gu Shaoan's sword energy had landed had completely changed.

The sword energy was aimed at the weak points of his Golden Bell Qi Shield.

Sensing something was wrong, Monk Tonghai pressed his palms together and down sharply, channeling his essence, energy, spirit, and the power of heaven and earth into the water.

But the next sword energy was aimed directly at the weak points of the Golden Bell Qi Shield that Tonghai Monk had condensed. Even though Tonghai Monk tried his best to mobilize his essence, energy and spirit to make up for it, how could he keep up with the speed of the overwhelming and continuous sword energy in front of him?

In just five breaths, as the golden light of the Golden Bell Aura around Monk Tonghai suddenly trembled, a dark spot the size of a pinhead began to appear on the Golden Bell Aura.

The dark spot, once it appeared, was like cracked porcelain glaze, with cracks spreading instantly along the golden light, covering the entire "golden bell" in the blink of an eye.

Just then, a sword aura carrying the force of a falling sun suddenly descended from above and landed on the Golden Bell Qi Shield.

"Crack!"

The moment the sword energy collided with the golden bell energy shield, a crisp, ear-piercing cracking sound rang out.

Then, the golden bell-shaped protective barrier that had been enveloping Monk Tonghai suddenly collapsed, and the shattered golden light turned into countless tiny fragments that scattered in all directions.

The next instant, Monk Tonghai felt a lightness all over his body, but the next moment, a bone-chilling cold poured in from all directions. It was not the wind, but the energy of swords.

Without the protection of the Golden Bell, the remaining sword energy surged into Tonghai's body within three feet like a tidal wave bursting its banks.

Then they emerged one after another from the body.

Not just one or two, but hundreds and thousands of sword intents emanated from behind him, his shoulders, his ribs, and his cuffs, accompanied by a faint whistling sound.

In an instant, the monk Tonghai was like a rag doll riddled with holes, with almost no part of his body intact.

As the sword energy passed through, it caused the cracks in the stone beneath their feet to widen even further, as if even the earth could not withstand the pressure of the sword in that instant.

He opened his mouth as if to say something.

But she could not utter a single note, and could only hold on to her last breath as she looked at Gu Shaoan.

In his now cloudy eyes, besides shock, there was also a clear hint of doubt.

He seemed puzzled as to how Gu Shaoan knew the weaknesses in his martial arts.

The next moment, Monk Tonghai's knees buckled, and his body slowly collapsed to the ground.

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