The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS

"System, draw my reward," Qing Yu thought inwardly.

"Advanced Buddhist Martial Arts, drawing..."

"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have obtained Four and a half stars Martial Arts 'Wu Jing Wu Dao'."

"Wu Jing Wu Dao..." Qing Yu murmured the name.

The secret manual in his mind informed him that this was the Scripture King's Martial Arts from the novel version of 'Feng Yun', also known by another name—Scripture Transition.

In the novel 'Feng Yun', there were two astoundingly talented and extraordinarily powerful characters, an immortal god and a demon.

Scripture Transition was the demon's Absolute Skill from the 'Six Great Demonic Transmissions,' specifically 'Scripture Transition.'

Overall, Scripture Transition could also be considered a type of Buddhist Martial Arts, likely created by the demon during his many years hidden at the Shaolin Temple. The other practitioner of 'Scripture Transition,' the Scripture King, was also a monk. However, he was a demon monk, an evil monk.

As soon as 'Wu Jing Wu Dao' entered his mind, Qing Yu understood everything clearly; though not reaching the peak, getting the hang of it immediately was no problem.

This was not only because Qing Yu's cultivation body was special and he could master True Qi techniques quickly, but also because his current Realm was profound, and from his high perspective, he could see through the mysteries of these martial arts at a glance.

For ordinary martial arts below three and a half stars, Qing Yu could easily practice them to the peak.

"Om Bodhisattva Bhikshuni, meticulous monk…"

Qing Yu opened his mouth and recited a series of awkward, unorganized scripture.

At the same time, a strange and chaotic True Qi emanated from his body. The chaotic sense of perversion caused the sand and stones shattered by the residual force of the previous battle to move along a bizarre trajectory.

This was the 'Heart Sutra', but recited backwards.

A backward recitation of 'Heart Sutra' oozed a chaotic demonic aura, imparting a feeling of heaviness and confusion. This was no longer a Buddhist scripture that guided people towards goodness, but the 'Prajnaparamita Demon Scripture'.

This 'Prajnaparamita Demon Scripture' was the scripture frequently recited by the Scripture King, and could be said to represent his Martial Arts philosophy.

"I always feel like I'm moving further and further away from the path of Buddha's enemy," Qing Yu said helplessly.

Twice drawing Buddhist Martial Arts that wore a Buddhist facade but were rebellious and demonically inclined perfectly matched the method Qing Yu used to obtain them—slaughtering Buddhist disciples.

But with that, what would Qing Yu draw next time he killed a high monk of Buddhism? The Seven Evil Tuli, or the Ghost Zen Six Breaks?

It felt like the system had limited his draw range to a certain area.

"But the power is still not bad."

Qing Yu extended his index finger, and the black character for "scripture" slowly rotated on his fingertip. With a flick, the "scripture" character forcefully burrowed into the ground, creating a pit ten zhang deep.

Moreover, 'Scripture Transition,' or 'Six Great Demonic Transmissions,' also automatically generated a layer of protective Qi Force around the practitioner's body. Anyone with Power similar or even less than Qing Yu's couldn't shake him in the slightest.

That is to say, Qing Yu added another layer to his defenses.

"Amitabha Buddha, Master Xin Hui, thank you for your generosity," Qing Yu bowed towards where Xin Hui had disappeared.

Sending someone a thousand miles away, and also enabling Qing Yu to gain a martial art—what a good person. Thanking him like this showed that Qing Yu was someone who never forgot a favor.

As a repayment, Qing Yu vowed to try hard to send Xin Hui's fellow disciples to reunite with him.

Qing Yu leaped high, and the White Phoenix squawked as it swooped down to catch Qing Yu.

In the sky, a firework descended and quickly spread along the ground.

Although the battle had left many marks and Xin Hui had not left any corpses, a careful inspection could still reveal quite a few clues.

Since the corpses were gone, all traces were surely erased. The flames would burn away everything left, including the remnants of Qing Yu's Qi.

The White Phoenix flapped its wings and hastened, arriving outside Feiyun Pass in just a moment.

This towering city at the border had now opened its gates to Qing Yu. Four Daoists, seeing the majestic bird from afar, bowed in unison.

As soon as Qing Yu landed, the four said together, "We welcome Daoist Qingyu."

"Mm," Qing Yu flicked the newly acquired Qiuli, and said, "My friends, please stand."

"Thank you, Daoist Qingyu," the four said again in unison.

Though they addressed him as Daoist, none dared to treat Qing Yu as an equal—their every word and gesture was filled with reverence.

Qing Yu took the lead and entered the city gates, speaking as he walked, "You have indeed had a hard time during this period."

"To serve the Daoist and His Majesty, we dare not claim credit," the leader of the four Daoists, a middle-aged man known as Gu Chen, replied respectfully.

"To act is to have merit. Your merits will not go unrewarded. After this event concludes, I will help you perfect your cultivation body, and not just stop there. The same rewards apply to the others."

"Thank you, Daoist!" Gu Chen quickly led the thanks.

Due to his excitement, a faint moist Qi emanated from him, and so it did from the other three as well.

After the Zen Sect had moved into the Northern Zhou, the living space for the already few Daoists in the Northern Zhou had been completely suppressed. At the brink of being driven to desperation by the monks of the Zen Sect, the Director of Imperial Observatory appeared.

He sheltered these cornered Daoists and brought them to Feiyun Pass.

As a trade-off, these Daoists had to switch to practicing the cultivation techniques provided by Qing Yu and work for him. Since the techniques were only part of a broader Martial Arts discipline, Gu Chen and the rest felt immense barriers in advancing beyond Divine Origin Realm. Not completely devoid of paths forward, but there was difficulty in progressing.

Therefore, the best reward for Gu Chen and the others was still helping them break free from the restraints of their current cultivation techniques and pave new routes for their progress.

Qing Yu and the four moved through Feiyun Pass, one following the other.

Such a key stronghold on the border should have fifty thousand soldiers stationed—although not bustling with noise, it should have been quite lively.

However, looking around, there was a dim chill filling Feiyun Pass, and the air carried a moist scent, with some moisture lingering in the crevices.

This moist climate felt nothing like the northern regions but rather like being in the seaside areas of the south.

Why was it so?

Qing Yu's next step was to head toward the source of the moisture.

From a tunnel at the center of Feiyun Pass, Qing Yu, and the four traveled down to a hundred meters underground.

Here, a vast underground palace had been carved out, nearly as large as half of Feiyun Pass itself.

Throughout the underground palace, Daoists moved back and forth, all practicing Water Element techniques, and their cultivation was not shallow. Even the weakest among them were of the Innate Eighth Layer. There were also many Daoists at the Divine Origin Realm.

"It seems you are doing quite well."

Qing Yu could feel the fluctuations from nearby—the Great Formation was running smoothly, and Gu Chen and the others were diligent.

"Daoist, please follow me this way," Gu Chen said with a smile, bowing and leading the way.