Swords emerge from Mount Hua, sweeping across the heavens from the world of Swordsman.

An irresistible attraction emanated from between Ding Chunqiu's tightly clenched fingers, causing his internal energy to surge uncontrollably from his dantian and flow into Yue Zhuoqun's body.

"You...you've already learned the Northern Darkness Divine Art!"

If recognizing the Six Meridians Divine Sword caused one's mind to tremble, then at this moment one's liver and gallbladder would be about to burst.

In the critical moment, he forcibly activated the Dissolving Power Technique, attempting to neutralize Yue Zhuoqun's attracting internal force.

However, his martial arts were formed by fusing with poisonous gas, so how could he neutralize the pure Taoist internal energy of the Longevity Daoist Canon? As soon as he came into contact with it, it was shattered by the impact, and he could only let Yue Zhuoqun absorb his internal energy.

Ding Chunqiu was not young, and his hair and beard were all white, but he was not ugly.

With his flowing silver hair, feather fan, and silk turban, he exuded an air of otherworldly wisdom from afar.

However, as his internal energy was absorbed, his shiny, flowing silver hair became dry and frizzy, and his face was covered with wrinkles.

His eyes were filled with fear, and he cried out for mercy, "I was wrong, young hero, please spare me this time."

Yue Zhuoqun smiled coldly, completely unmoved, and continued to absorb his power.

Seeing that begging for mercy was hopeless, he could only turn his gaze to Su Xinghe not far away: "Senior brother, please...please let the young hero release me. I know I was wrong, and I am willing to kneel down and repent before Master's grave..."

Su Xinghe had long awaited this day, so how could he be soft-hearted? His face was full of excitement: "This villain has committed many evils. Young master, there is no need to be soft-hearted. Just drain his internal energy."

"You, you..." Ding Chunqiu's heart was filled with utter despair.

In just over ten breaths, his body was completely empty. Most of his hair had fallen out, and his face was wrinkled and emaciated.

"Hahaha, it's fate, it really is fate!"

Tears streamed down Su Xinghe's face as he bowed deeply to Yue Zhuoqun, sighing, "I thought that you would only be able to deal with the villain Ding Chunqiu after you entered the bamboo house and gained some opportunity. I never expected that you would obtain the Northern Darkness Divine Art so early and avenge your master first. Is this what they mean by 'what goes around comes around'?"

Yue Zhuoqun smiled slightly: "I recently obtained the inheritance of the Xiaoyao Sect by chance, so dealing with Ding Chunqiu is just a way of returning the favor."

"Good, good, this is truly a blessing from heaven. Please, young master, take Ding Chunqiu into the bamboo house."

Su Xinghe finally calmed himself down and extended his hand again.

Yue Zhuoqun said no more, and then led the elderly Ding Chunqiu into the bamboo house.

The bamboo house was built against the stone wall and was very simple. There was a stone door on the back wall that was tightly closed.

He stepped forward and pushed with his palm, and the stone door, weighing hundreds of pounds, slowly opened.

Inside was a stone cave that stretched inwards, with a figure sitting suspended in mid-air at the end, dimly lit by candlelight.

"The destined one has finally arrived."

The figure spoke, his voice melodious yet unable to conceal his excitement.

Ding Chunqiu, held in Yue Zhuoqun's hand, trembled and exclaimed in surprise, "Old...old thief, you're not dead yet? No...Master, your disciple knows his mistake..."

"You traitor, shut up!"

That figure was none other than Wuyazi, one of the Three Elders of the Carefree Sect.

His body appeared to be sitting suspended in mid-air, but upon closer inspection, it became clear that a rope was hanging down from above his head, suspending him in mid-air.

He was ambushed by Ding Chunqiu and knocked off a cliff, but he survived by chance. However, he suffered broken limbs and spinal cord injuries, leaving him crippled and only able to eke out a living in this cave.

Upon seeing Ding Chunqiu again, hatred surged within him, and his aura emanated from his body, causing the air in the cave to tremble.

A surge of air appeared, a sleeve fluttered, and an invisible force instantly pulled Ding Chunqiu's body towards him, forcing him to kneel down in front of him with a thud.

"You wicked disciple, you have insulted your master's wife and plotted against your master. Did you ever think you would end up like this?"

Ding Chunqiu was terrified when his master, whom he thought had been dead for thirty years, suddenly appeared before him. He kowtowed frantically, saying, "Master, I know I was wrong. Please spare my life. I will stay by your side and make up for the sins I committed."

"The sins you have committed can only be atoned with death."

Wu Yazi was once such a dashing figure, but in the past thirty years he has become disabled and hides in a stone cave like a lonely ghost. How could he so easily let go of the hatred that has accumulated in his heart?

Over the years, he has imagined countless ways to torment Ding Chunqiu and vent his anger.

Looking at Ding Chunqiu, who had lost all his martial arts skills and was old and frail, the methods of punishment suddenly seemed uninteresting.

"Fine, we are master and disciple after all, so I'll grant you a quick death!"

Bang!

The empty sleeve suddenly lashed out at Ding Chunqiu's forehead, sending him flying several meters away. He died instantly, bleeding from all seven orifices.

Chapter 140 Inheritance

From the moment Wu Yazi rebuked Ding Chunqiu to the moment he killed him, Yue Zhuoqun stood quietly watching from a distance, his eyes filled with a strange light.

Although Wu Yazi was suspended in the air by ropes and was physically disabled, the aura he exuded was otherworldly and seemed to blend into the space around him.

This was a scene that Yue Zhuoqun had only ever witnessed in Zhang Sanfeng.

Wu Yazi remained silent for a moment, then finally let out a long breath and looked up at Yue Zhuoqun carefully.

"Good, good, good. Handsome face, elegant and refined temperament, truly a one-in-a-million candidate."

He repeatedly praised the gesture, overjoyed.

"How should I address you, young friend?"

"My name is Yue Zhuoqun."

Yue Zhuoqun cupped his hands in greeting and asked curiously, "Senior seems to blend seamlessly with the environment; could it be that you have entered the Innate Realm?"

Wu Yazi was taken aback, his eyes filled with even more admiration: "Good eyesight, you can even see my realm."

He sighed and said, "I was knocked off a cliff by that traitor Ding Chunqiu. After experiencing life and death, I was lucky enough to enter the Innate Realm. It's just a pity that I am now paralyzed and my condition is not worthy of the name Innate."

Yue Zhuoqun frowned: "Isn't the Innate Realm supposed to draw upon the power of heaven and earth to infuse the body, reshape flesh and blood, and undergo a complete transformation?"

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"Indeed, it has only been a little over two months since I entered the Innate Realm, and my injuries to my bones and blood have been completely healed. There is endless life energy hidden in my flesh and blood, and my lifespan has greatly increased."

However, physical recovery does not mean the return of mobility. The body below the neck is like a puddle of mud.

My heart is beating, my blood is circulating, and I can even practice my internal energy cultivation as usual, but I just can't move. It's as if there's an invisible wall separating my thoughts from my limbs.

"Nervous system paralysis!"

"Hmm? That's a very apt description, young friend."

Yue Zhuoqun did not respond to his praise, but instead got into a brainstorming session.

The innate realm allows one to draw upon the power of heaven and earth to infuse the body, transforming oneself from a mortal being to forge an innate spiritual body.

However, judging from Wu Yazi's condition, his nervous system could not recover.

Human actions are the result of the mind issuing commands, which then mobilize the body through the nervous system.

This is a connection from the mind to the body.

Clearly, the spiritual realm is higher than the physical body; he only forged an innate spiritual body, but failed to restore the connection to his spirit.

So, if the Innate Realm is about transforming the physical body, then does that mean the realms above the Innate Realm touch upon the soul?

Is it about condensing the martial arts primordial spirit, or what Taoism calls condensing the nascent soul?

"Young friend Yue, where did you obtain your Northern Darkness Divine Art manual?" At this moment, Wu Yazi's question pulled Yue Zhuoqun back from his reverie.

He did not hide anything from this: "The Prince of Dali entered the Langhuan Paradise of Wuliang Mountain by chance and obtained the secret scrolls of the Northern Darkness Divine Art and the Lingbo Steps from the futon. I saw them from him."

Wu Yazi sighed, "So that's how it is. That was the place where my junior sister Li Qiushui and I got married. The secret manual scroll must have been kept by my junior sister."

Originally, I used Xinghe's hand to set up the Zhenlong Chess Game to select a disciple. After I passed on my internal energy to him, I asked him to find his junior sister to learn the martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect. Once he mastered the martial arts, he was to help me kill Ding Chunqiu.

I didn't expect you to have already obtained the secret manual and help me avenge myself first.

"Since you've entered the Innate Realm, even if your body is crippled, your strength shouldn't be greatly affected. It shouldn't be difficult for you to seek revenge on Ding Chunqiu."

"That's true, but I, Wuyazi, have always been so free and unconventional. It's already a tragedy to live in this cave. It would be better to die early than to appear before the world with a crippled body!"

Wu Yazi's expression was full of loneliness.

He cannot accept that his current state is exposed to the world.

"By the way, how is my junior sister Li Qiushui doing now? Have you heard any news about her?"

Wu Yazi once fell in love with Li Canghai, or more accurately, he fell in love with the jade statue he had carved himself.

But after thirty years, he has seen through many things and has begun to miss Li Qiushui again.

Otherwise, in the story, he wouldn't have had Xuzhu go to Li Qiushui to learn martial arts.

"She is currently in the Western Xia Kingdom, and is the Empress Dowager of Western Xia."

Wu Yazi paused for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "Junior Sister is still taking revenge on me for my past lack of focus."

Yue Zhuoqun couldn't comment on this, so he could only say, "Perhaps they want to use the power of Western Xia to fight against Lingjiu Palace!"

"Sigh! My senior sister and junior sister are both deeply in love with me. They haven't gotten along since they became my disciples, and they still haven't been able to let go after all these years."

"Oh no, judging by the time, it's already the third day of Senior Sister's dispersal of her cultivation. Junior Sister is afraid she'll go looking for trouble with her again."

Wu Yazi's expression changed, and he solemnly said to Yue Zhuoqun:

“Young friend Yue, I originally wanted to take you as my disciple, but you have already mastered the Northern Darkness Divine Art and are quite strong. It would be a stretch to take you as my disciple again.”

If you are willing, I can accept you as my junior brother on behalf of my master and pass on the position of leader of the Xiaoyao Sect.