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"A fight?"

Chen Qian's heart stirred slightly.

The previous "Eight Blades of Breaking the Edge" was a technique, "Golden Bell Cover" was a defense, and "Eight Steps to Catch the Cicada" was a movement technique.

This struggle seems to be a kind of "consciousness" that integrates these skills.

It's like forging scattered pieces of iron into a handy killing weapon; wherever the mind goes, muscles, bones, blood, and energy all move accordingly.

An unprecedented feeling flowed through my body; the machete in my hand no longer seemed like a tool, but an extension of my arm.

He can even intuitively judge from which angle to cut into the human body to minimize resistance.

Before he could fully comprehend it...

"The Zhao family's dog is still here!"

"Kill him! He's definitely hiding something valuable!"

Not far away, two martial arts school disciples were already fighting fiercely.

Stimulated by the eerie green glow and the strange fragrance permeating the air, their reason was already on the verge of collapse.

Seeing that Chen Qian had just dealt with Wang Datou, instead of being afraid, they roared and pounced like hyenas that had smelled fresh blood.

Both men were burly and strong; one carried a knife, and the other held a short stick, both looking menacing.

"You've come at the perfect time."

Chen Qian did not back down; instead, he felt an unprecedented fighting spirit surge within him.

This is perhaps the effect of fighting.

Faced with battle, there was no longer simple calmness, but a hint of desire.

"call!"

The short stick, carrying a gust of wind, struck first at the face.

In the past, Chen Qian might have relied on auditory recognition to dodge in advance.

But at that moment, the instant the short stick was raised, several possible solutions naturally appeared in his mind, and his body made a choice even before his consciousness.

The best offensive route is the instinct for fighting!

Instead of retreating, he advanced, slightly turning his body so that the short stick grazed his nose.

The energy from the Eight Steps to Catch the Cicada exploded from the soles of his feet, and his whole body was like a fully drawn bow suddenly released, soaring forward with a posture almost touching the ground!

There were no fancy moves, just a simple horizontal slash.

When the man realized what was happening, it was too late to retreat; he only felt a chill on the side of his neck.

"puff!"

Blood splattered.

He futilely clutched his throat, making hoarse sounds, his wide eyes filled with disbelief, and lay down unwillingly.

Combat experience points are jumping!

"You bastard, die!"

The man with the knife witnessed his companion's death and roared in fury.

He swung his machete in a wide arc and brought it down on Chen Qian's head, determined to cut him and the machete in two!

Chen Qian flicked his machete in the backhand, striking the weakest point on the opponent's blade.

"when!"

The clang of metal rang out, and sparks flew.

The opponent's seemingly certain strike was deflected by this nimble attack, leaving them vulnerable.

But in the blink of an eye, the weapons of both sides clashed several times in a small area, producing a series of clanging sounds.

Chen Qian turned around and kicked the other man in the knee.

This series of movements was fluid and natural, without any unnecessary thought; it was entirely a natural bodily reaction.

The combat experience points are jumping again!

The thrill of controlling life and death made Chen Qian's hand holding the knife feel slightly warm.

He was about to step forward and fight again.

Two more bloodshot, completely insane warriors roared and pounced from the side!

"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands! All evil spirits, obey my command!"

A cold, hoarse low growl suddenly rang out.

"call"

A black, eerie wind suddenly rose up and swept past the martial arts school disciples who rushed over.

There were no external injuries.

Those men, who had been so energetic and menacing just moments before, suddenly froze, and the red light in their eyes dimmed instantly.

They collapsed to the ground, limp and lifeless, as if their spines had been removed.

Thick, black blood slowly flowed from his seven orifices; he had already stopped breathing.

Chen Qian was startled and immediately sheathed his sword and retreated, looking warily in the direction from which the cold wind was blowing.

A figure slowly emerged from the shadows not far away.

It is indeed the long and mysterious path of Yin.

However, the old Taoist priest looked extremely frightening at this moment.

His gray-blue Taoist robe was tattered and stained with blood, whether from others or himself, was unknown.

That already sinister face was deathly pale, devoid of any human color.

The strangest thing was that there was a yellow paper talisman covered with scarlet runes pasted on his forehead.

The talisman swayed slightly with his breathing, emitting a faint spiritual light.

It seemed that this was what was helping him resist the maddening fragrance and hallucinations in the tomb.

Blood was seeping steadily from the corner of his mouth.

"Boundless Heavenly Venerable."

Xuan Yin wiped her mouth haphazardly with her blood-stained sleeve, her triangular eyes fixed on Chen Qian, a mixture of surprise, suspicion, and apprehension in them.

"Ahem... I originally thought that Layman Chen was able to navigate through danger so easily because of his magical implements or the protection of the Zhao family..."

"Unexpectedly... not only does Layman Chen have a keen eye for feng shui, but he also possesses remarkable skills that he keeps hidden."

Xuan Yin's voice was hoarse: "In this mind-numbing situation, even warriors like Wang Meng and Zhao Feng, who are driven by inner fire, have fallen for it and gone berserk."

"But your eyes remained clear and unaffected."

"Such composure...hehe, if it weren't for this soul-stabilizing talisman to suppress my mind, I would probably be just like them long ago."

Chen Qian stood with his knife in hand, not letting his guard down despite the other party's words. He simply said calmly, "You flatter me, Daoist. I am merely timid and cautious, and dare not act rashly. It is your skill in commanding the Yin energy and instantly killing several people that is truly remarkable."

He could tell that the old Taoist priest was already at his last gasp.

The talisman stuck to his forehead protected his mind, but it was also rapidly draining his energy and spirit.

"Mr. Chen, let's not beat around the bush."

Xuan Yin Chang did not take Chen Qian's wariness seriously.

"If those fools keep fighting, they'll all just perish here, and no one will benefit. This godforsaken place... cough cough... I truly misjudged it this time!"

The old Taoist priest gasped for breath, appearing particularly sinister in the eerie green glow.

"This is hardly a feng shui treasure site! It's clearly a death trap! Even I'm barely able to suppress the restlessness within me. What's inside that white jade coffin is something we can't possibly touch."

Upon hearing this, Chen Qian's heart stirred slightly.

Although this old Taoist priest was cunning, his insight was indeed sharp.

Even he felt fear and said he wanted to retreat, which shows that the danger here has begun to exceed the controllable range.

"What do you want?" Chen Qian asked coldly.

"Join forces."

The Taoist priest spoke rapidly: "The bronze door we entered through has been sealed shut, and the outside is teeming with corpse beetles. There's no way out. But such a large tomb must have a 'gate of life' to allow the earth's energy to flow through; otherwise, the accumulated yin energy would have destroyed itself long ago."

"This humble Taoist priest still has a trump card up his sleeve. As for you, Layman Chen..."

He glanced at Chen Qian's still-bleeding machete:

"Highly skilled and resolute. If we encounter obstacles along the way, we'll need you to clear the way."

"Let's join forces, not for money, but just to survive and get out of here. What do you say?"

Chen Qian pondered for a moment.

There was no guarantee that he could find a way to survive in this completely unfamiliar and haunted tomb on his own.

Practitioners like Xuan Yin, who specialize in using shady and unorthodox methods, have a far greater understanding of tombs than ordinary people.

Joining forces temporarily and relying on each other is indeed the best option at present.

Moreover, having another person share the firepower is always better than fighting alone.

If they dare to harbor disloyal intentions, I may not be without the power to retaliate.

"Okay," Chen Qian said succinctly.

A fierce glint flashed in Xuan Yin's eyes; he knew there was no time to hesitate any longer.

He shakily pulled a piece of yellow paper stained with oil from his sleeve. When he unfolded it, he saw a tuft of messy hair tightly bound with a red rope, and in the center was a piece of grayish dead man's finger bone.

His face contorted in a ferocious expression, and he suddenly pressed his tongue against his palate and clenched his teeth tightly.

He bit his tongue so hard it bled.

A sweet, metallic taste instantly filled his mouth. Xuan Yin ignored the excruciating pain and puffed out his cheeks.

A mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue, imbued with pure yang energy, turned into a blood mist with a "poof" sound, spraying perfectly onto the hair and white bones.

"Hair entwined with the soul, bones guiding the way, all you spirits and underworld deities, take the money and do the deed, so be it!"