Chapter 166 : Extreme Movement Technique
Chapter 166: Extreme Movement Technique
Establishing a sect and founding a school, producing a far-reaching influence on the transmission of a Dao Lineage?
Was this a good thing, or a bad thing?
Li Qingqiu’s intuition told him that this matter had both pros and cons, but the benefits should outweigh the drawbacks—otherwise, it would not have triggered a reward.
No matter what, this matter had to be thoroughly investigated.
If it was not curbed, or if rules were not set down, would the Clear Sky Sect’s inheritance not be riddled with holes in the future?
Li Qingqiu silently pondered this matter while waiting for Li Sijin to finish boiling the medicinal soup.
After about half a quarter-hour, Li Sijin finally finished.
Li Qingqiu looked at the boiling medicinal soup inside the cauldron and nodded.
“Alright, you can go out first. I’ll soak slowly.”
Li Sijin asked in surprise, “Senior Brother, don’t you need me to keep watch?”
“No need. Even if it’s poisonous, this bit of medicinal potency won’t boil me to death.”
“I think you’re just shy.”
“There’s a difference between men and women. Isn’t that normal?”
“When we were little, you bathed me—why didn’t you talk about the difference between men and women then?”
“What nonsense are you talking about? Even if I wanted to, could your Fourth Senior Sister carry you?”
Seeing that Li Sijin was about to retort again, Li Qingqiu immediately pushed her toward the stone door of the cave dwelling.
After coaxing her for quite a while, he finally sent Li Sijin out of the cave dwelling.
Only then did Li Qingqiu walk to the great cauldron.
Looking at the boiling medicinal soup inside, he was not nervous.
He removed his clothes, covered his body with Vital Energy, and then slowly entered the cauldron.
Chu Jing, Nangong E, and Lin Chuan appeared one after another, watching him curiously.
After entering the cauldron, Li Qingqiu did not feel any scorching heat.
He gradually reduced the Vital Energy on the surface of his body and slowly began to feel the temperature.
“Master, how does it feel?” Nangong E asked curiously.
Li Qingqiu closed his eyes and said, “This kind of body-tempering method can’t possibly take effect immediately. I’ll adapt first.”
Chu Jing nodded.
“Using medicinal liquid to temper the body may not be as fast as pills in terms of results, but it does far less damage to the body and won’t permanently deplete the meridians.”
Li Qingqiu did not bother with them further and focused on sensing the medicinal liquid inside the cauldron.
A long time passed.
The Vital Energy around his body had completely dissipated.
He was fully experiencing the high temperature now.
His skin was flushed red.
Although there was some pain, he had already adapted.
Seeing that there were no abnormalities in his body, Li Qingqiu summoned the Dao Lineage panel, preparing to receive the Divine Art reward.
He was very curious about what the difference between Divine Arts and spells truly was.
【Receive Divine Art Inheritance Reward】
【Dao Lineage Divine Art Inheritance Initiated】
【You have obtained the Divine Art — Extreme Movement Technique】
【Accept the inheritance?】
Accept!
The moment this thought fell, Li Qingqiu felt a surge of memories unlike previous inheritances flood into his mind.
These memories were deeper and far more chaotic.
……
On the wilderness plains, within the military camp of the Pei Clan’s army, wisps of scorched smoke drifted upward.
In the camp area, many military tents had collapsed, flames were visible everywhere, and numerous corpses lay on the ground.
Li Sifeng and ten True Transmission Disciples stood in a line.
Before them stood ten white-robed figures.
These people wore wooden masks, with many thin branches growing from both sides of the masks, spreading out like dragon horns.
The masks only covered the upper half of their faces, revealing their eyes.
The ten of them each held different weapons.
The leader carried a wooden staff, his robes fluttering loudly in the wind.
“Who exactly are you people?” Li Sifeng asked with a frown.
He had not expected that someone would truly dare to come to the army camp to capture him.
Yang Dong and the others were likewise on guard.
Judging from the skills of these ten people, they were indeed not simple, and they felt an extremely uncomfortable aura coming from them.
The staff-wielding man spoke.
“Li Sifeng, where is your Qilin?”
Hearing this, Li Sifeng’s brows furrowed even deeper.
His first thought was that a traitor had appeared within the sect—otherwise, how could this matter have spread? He had never publicized it.
At this moment, the staff-wielding man suddenly slammed the wooden staff heavily into the ground.
Along with a dull sound, cracks spread forward from where he stood, expanding rapidly like a spiderweb and surging toward Li Sifeng and the others.
Li Sifeng quickly drew his sword and thrust the Emperor Mystic Sword into the ground before him, using his own Vital Energy to resist.
Boom—
A visible energy barrier appeared before Li Sifeng, blocking waves of force.
The ground cracks stopped here, though each fissure continued to widen.
Vines burst forth from underground, pouncing like a swarm of giant pythons toward Li Sifeng and the others, rapidly wrapping around the energy barrier.
This scene caused the soldiers in all directions to widen their eyes, terrified out of their wits.
“What is that?”
“Demonic arts! That has to be demonic arts!”
“Who on earth are these people? This is definitely not martial arts!”
“I didn’t expect someone to actually come and capture General Li. Could it be related to the Lingtian Sect?”
“It’s possible. In the past half year, the Clear Sky Sect and the Lingtian Sect have been fighting endlessly. Perhaps they want to capture General Li to threaten the Clear Sky Sect Master!”
The soldiers discussed in shock, none daring to approach rashly.
Pei Zhangzhi, clad in armor, walked over surrounded by strategists and generals.
However, when he saw the spectacular scene, he could not help but stop in his tracks.
His expression was grave, sweat forming on his forehead.
Every time he saw such a battle, his heart filled with worry.
He became increasingly certain that there existed forces beyond martial arts in this world—powers that ordinary people could not resist.
“If one cannot grasp such power, then even if one obtains the world, one will still be a puppet of the Clear Sky Sect.”
Pei Zhangzhi’s gaze flickered.
Under his watchful eyes, Yang Dong and the other ten slashed apart the vines and charged at the ten mysterious white-robed figures from different directions.
A great battle erupted!
One True Transmission Disciple raised his hand and chanted an incantation, condensing a massive White Tiger Mountain Lord.
Another was wrapped in fierce wind, controlling two flying swords.
Yet another leapt into the air, diving down from high above and striking with an open palm.
The other True Transmission Disciples each displayed their own methods, and the momentum they unleashed instantly overwhelmed the ten mysterious white-robed figures.
The Pei army’s soldiers were shocked.
Although they had previously been amazed by the calm demeanor of the True Transmission Disciples amidst vast armies, this was their first time seeing the sheer momentum of these disciples in actual combat.
Each True Transmission Disciple displayed a presence far surpassing any peerless general they had ever seen.
Worthy of being True Transmission Disciples of the Number One Sect Under Heaven!
Li Sifeng drew his sword and slashed rapidly, cutting apart the interwoven vines before him.
Watching the True Transmission Disciples entangled in battle with the ten mysterious white-robed figures, he raised an eyebrow.
He had heard before that the sect had held a Grand Dao Tournament and that many geniuses had emerged.
Seeing it today, he realized he had underestimated the abilities of these True Transmission Disciples.
Why did it feel like after descending the mountain, his rate of becoming stronger had instead slowed down?
He took a deep breath, stopped thinking further, and stepped forward with his sword, preparing to deal with those white-robed figures.
Only one needed to be left alive for interrogation!
……
Near midday, Yuan Qi brought Han Lang into Lingxiao Courtyard.
Han Lang was quite nervous.
After all, he was about to meet the Sect Master alone.
Even though he had already become the Sword Sect’s senior disciple, he still held deep awe toward the Sect Master.
After entering the courtyard, he saw Li Qingqiu sitting at a long table sipping tea.
He hurried his steps, came before the table, and saluted Li Qingqiu.
Yuan Qi then turned and left, waiting outside the courtyard for further instructions.
“Not bad. You’ve actually reached the fifth layer of the Nourishing Vital Energy Realm. You truly live up to the title of Sword Sect’s senior disciple,” Li Qingqiu praised.
Han Lang was only eighteen years old, and reaching the fifth layer of the Nourishing Vital Energy Realm at eighteen was no simple feat.
Han Lang’s aptitude was not poor to begin with.
Both his cultivation aptitude and comprehension were good.
Within the sect, he was considered a top-tier genius.
Coupled with Li Qingqiu’s allocation of resources, his achievements were well within Li Qingqiu’s expectations.
As the sect’s immortal cultivation resources and Blessed Lands continued to increase, the disciples’ cultivation speeds would only grow faster, especially among the top disciples.
Since its establishment, the Sword Sect had been constantly training.
In terms of strength and foundation, it was temporarily inferior to the Seven Halls, but its cultivation speed surpassed them.
Han Lang said excitedly, “I just broke through a few days ago. If not for Sect Master granting me so many Spirit Stones and allowing me to cultivate in the Blessed Land of a Thousand Spirits for a long time, how could I have achieved what I have today?”
Li Qingqiu shot him a glare and said, “What Sect Master? Shouldn’t you be calling me Senior Martial Uncle?”
Han Lang was Jiang Zhaoxia’s disciple and had inherited Jiang Zhaoxia’s teachings deeply.
In the previous Grand Dao Tournament, he had even achieved an outstanding fourth-place result.
Hearing this, Han Lang became even more excited and hurriedly responded, “Senior Martial Uncle!”
Having an opportunity to draw closer to the Sect Master—how could he possibly refuse?
Li Qingqiu then asked about the Sword Sect’s situation, and Han Lang reported honestly.
Under the leadership of Shen Yue and Jiang Zhaoxia, the Sword Sect had grown rapidly.
The Sword Sect disciples had long wanted to carry out missions to prove what they had learned.
After some small talk, Li Qingqiu got straight to the point.
“Some disciples have privately established sects outside. I need you to take ten Sword Sect disciples down the mountain to investigate and bring that person before me,” Li Qingqiu instructed.
The Sword Sect disciples all had loyalty levels above ninety and were trustworthy.
No matter who was sent, betrayal would not occur.
Han Lang’s expression immediately darkened upon hearing this.
“Someone actually dares to be so audacious? Senior Martial Uncle, don’t worry.
I will definitely dig him out!”
Although he did not know how Senior Martial Uncle had found out, in his view, it was only natural that Senior Martial Uncle knew everything.
Li Qingqiu gave a few simple instructions and then sent Han Lang back to gather people.
Since a sect was being established, disciples would certainly be recruited—news would inevitably leak out.
After arranging this matter, Li Qingqiu headed toward the back mountain, preparing to continue cultivating the Extreme Movement Technique.
The Extreme Movement Technique was a type of movement method.
Within a certain range, it allowed rapid shifting, akin to instantaneous movement.
Most importantly, this Divine Art required no casting.
The body followed the mind—his faster reaction meant faster movement.
At present, he could already shift within a radius of one hundred zhang.
As his mastery of the Extreme Movement Technique deepened, his shifting range would continue to expand.
With the enhancement of a Divine Art, Li Qingqiu’s combat strength would undoubtedly increase dramatically.
He now understood the difference between Divine Arts and spells.
Divine Arts required no channeling and little preparation.
Once the Divine Art imprint was formed, as long as he wished to activate it, the Divine Art would be unleashed immediately, like an instinct.
It was worth mentioning that inheriting a Divine Art was far more grueling than inheriting a spell.
It was a dull and lengthy dream-like process, but once the inheritance ended, Li Qingqiu could immediately use the Divine Art.
This was something spell inheritance could not match—spells still required him to slowly practice and search for the moment of entry.
As Li Qingqiu immersed himself in cultivating the Extreme Movement Technique, the sect erupted into commotion.
Many disciples rushed toward the Martial Arena at the mountainside.
Jiang Zhaoxia challenged Xu Ning!
At the same time, news that Jiang Zhaoxia had broken through to the eighth layer of the Nourishing Vital Energy Realm spread wildly throughout the sect.
All who heard it were stunned.
The eighth layer!
That was utterly outrageous!