He walked through the empty city as if he were completely alone.
He returned to the Xue Family unhurriedly, bathed again, put away the dark gold mask, and then shook his hand, gathering his inner Qi. The Red Dragon Dharma Form coiled beside him, opened its mouth, and breathed out a stream of fire. To the naked eye, it looked as if Li Guanyi’s inner Qi suddenly twisted and transformed into bright flames.
Then he devoured the clothes he used for killing, turning them into ashes.
The Mystic Turtle Dharma Form appeared.
It leisurely strolled around the area.
This Dharma Form was a gift from Mr. Siming, derived from the legendary Mystic Turtle that bore the He Tu and Luo Shu, and with just one rotation, the intricate patterns on the back of the Mystic Turtle lit up, and the final breath of Qi was dispersed.
This was akin to directly smashing the breath of Qi and scattering it with a flick.
The foundational level of Yin Yang Skill required wasn’t very high, but it could ensure that one would not be traced back. Having completed all this, Li Guanyi sat down in simple clothes under the eaves in front of the hall, leaning against a red column, calmly watching the drizzling rain.
The raindrops struck the stones and splashed out in bursts as though they were blooming flowers, disappearing in an instant.
Li Guanyi felt as if he had laid something down, or rather, resolved a kind of knot in his heart. His mind and spirit felt a relaxation after a long period of tension, as if something that had been weighing on him for years finally dispersed in part.
He lifted his teacup, the steam billowing.
A rainy night, a killing, a paced walk, returning home for tea.
The rain fell on the petals, and suddenly, Li Guanyi felt as if the falling rain slowed down. The droplets transformed from lines into segments, slowly descending. The youth quietly watched these changes, extending his finger, curling it, and then flicking lightly.
His finger touched a raindrop.
The droplet was propelled forward, flying ahead and hitting other raindrops in a delicate manner. In an instant, the rain fell normally again, but with that flick of a finger, Li Guanyi saw a stream of water break through, scattering the raindrops.
He hooked his finger.
That raindrop suspended above the palm of the youth.
Then it flowed naturally and freely.
Finally, it disintegrated and fell into his teacup.
Li Guanyi closed his eyes, feeling the expansion of his Primordial Spirit, a sense of spontaneity, and became aware of the changes occurring within him. Wherever his heart wished, he took up a pen and wrote a letter to his aunt, grinding ink with rainwater to write that all was well recently and that he had gone to enjoy the scenery.
Ascending the third layer of Changfeng Building.
In reality, it was just ordinary correspondence, but Li Guanyi knew his aunt would understand.
Ascending not Changfeng Building,
but the most renowned martial arts of the Murong aristocratic family in the world!
The Murong Family, Jiangnan Misty Rain Twelve Layers, Ascending again.
Killing a prince, breaking psychological barriers.
Mental state liberated and at ease, already at the third layer.
Because his aunt wasn’t by his side, Li Guanyi didn’t know the use of this new layer or how he should continue his cultivation. However, after a pause, he knew whom to find next.
Princess Chen Qingyan, who had taken him to flee the imperial city and escape calamities ten years before.
She had passed down the "Jiangnan Misty Rain Twelve Layers" of the Murong Family to the Princess.
After pondering for a while, Li Guanyi moved his finger slightly, a leaf drawn by the Primordial Spirit naturally fell into his palm, then stirred by the Primordial Spirit, it began to spin as if dancing on Li Guanyi’s palm. With merely this action, Li Guanyi already felt the profundity, and he believed that the Murong Family must possess corresponding techniques and martial arts.
The Sword Madman, Murong Longtu, simultaneously wielding ninety-seven Supreme Mysterious Weapons and traversing the world.
Li Guanyi used to think that Grandpa achieved this through his inner strength.
Now he thought that perhaps it was also related to this Divine Skill.
Could it be that the "Jiangnan Misty Rain Twelve Layers" cultivation technique was a means of controlling objects with the Primordial Spirit?
But his aunt’s skill clearly revolved around creating illusions.
Could it be that such a level of Divine Skill included multiple styles of martial arts?
That is to say, the Sword Madman, Murong Longtu, could simultaneously use ninety-seven weapons nearing Divine Weapons while deploying top martial arts. Li Guanyi imagined General Xue cheerfully laughing while performing the Wave-Rolling technique.
The youth couldn’t help shivering at the thought.
It was better not to think about that.
He flicked his finger unconsciously in the style of Wave-Rolling, and two repelling strings of Jin Qi burst forth. The leaf that had been dancing in the wind was instantly pulverized. Li Guanyi regained his composure, put away the letter to his aunt, and placed it to the side.
Like the strategy of Breaking Army, what he had to do was already done, he had slain Chen Yuyun.
Then, using the remaining traces of Situ Deqing’s inner Qi, it was just a matter of time before Breaking Army would throw out Situ Deqing’s corpse. The grand competition was proceeding smoothly, but soon it would explode into turmoil.
Li Guanyi maintained a calm expression, the well-fed White Tiger lying beside him.
Nuzzling against Li Guanyi with its furry head.
Li Guanyi absent-mindedly stroked the head of the White Tiger with one hand, then pulled out the looted spoils from earlier. The Mystic Turtle had crawled over these, signifying that the Yin Yang aura had been thoroughly disrupted. Li Guanyi’s own expertise in Yin Yang Skill was entirely invested in Qi Observation Skill.
But he couldn’t do anything about the significance of the Mystic Turtle Dharma Form in the Yin Yang Family.
This creature merely had to crawl over something to disturb most of the tracking methods of Yin Yang Skills.
A pile of gold and silver, quite a lot, indeed.
Not as much as what the young lady gave him.
Might as well melt it.
A newly acquired crossbow.
It was selected from the imperial guard’s treasure vault as a reward for Chen Yuyun recently, and this crossbow was extremely exquisite, powerful, surpassing what Li Guanyi had first seen used by the Night Rider Cavalry Commanders. The three crossbow arrows that came with it were priceless, accompanied by thunder when fired.