The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS

"I have seen the Mirror Master."

Xuanyin Sword Residence, Blood Bat No.1, Ji Tang, and Jue Si, who had once cooperated with them, all paid their respects courteously when they saw Qing Yu dressed as the Hidden Mirror Man.

"Doomed Hall's Jue Si, huh, you certainly are lucky," Qing Yu first said to Jue Si.

Of the three leaders who once overthrew Vajra Temple, the other two are already dead; only Jue Si remains alive and well.

"I am just lucky," Jue Si gently shook his head.

With a Divinity Realm expert watching you day and night, Jue Si's days were far from easy. If it weren't for the secret techniques of Doomed Hall and the fact that the assassins of the Hall always followed the principle of remaining unknown, Jue Si might have died at the hands of Ban Xiang long ago.

Being caught by a Divinity Realm strongman who harbors deep hatred for you is never an easy death, even if that Divinity Realm is a monk.

Jue Si did not believe that Ban Xiang would let him put down the butcher's blade and become a Buddha on the spot.

"Then let it be luck."

Qing Yu chuckled lightly and looked at two other figures who had appeared. To be correct, one living and one dead.

The dead man was Tan Wuyan, whom Qing Yu and Zhang Xuanji had been searching for. At this time, the scholar-like, elegantly dressed man had been dead for a while, and it looked like suicide.

"Suicide?" Qing Yu asked.

"When we found them, Tan Wuyan was already dead. Perhaps he thought death was better than falling into our hands, so he simply killed himself," said Zhang Xuanji.

"A martial artist capable of reaching the peak of the True Pill Realm would hardly fear a fate worse than death," Qing Yu gently shook his head.

The bodies and wills of martial artists are extremely strong. Many forms of torture can make them scream and suffer immensely, but not truly weaken them.

If there were that many who feared a fate worse than death, there would be no need for Heavenly Prison to always have experts skilled in the Soul-searching Technique ready.

"Perhaps it was for loyalty, or perhaps it was for other reasons, but the likelihood of fearing punishment is not high. And this girl..."

Qing Yu's gaze turned to the blue-gowned girl whose power and ability to move had been restricted.

She was, at best, an acquaintance. It was the young lady of Yang City's City Lord Mansion, Song Ziqi, whose real identity was the daughter of Prince Zhen Shan, Zhang Huchen; her true name remained unknown. Qing Yu couldn't be bothered to find out.

This person would be an excellent source of information; she ought to know quite a bit about the affairs of the Southern Border.

Qing Yu pointed a finger toward 'Song Ziqi's' forehead, and the power of thought broke through the weak resistance, laying her memories bare.

Setting aside the spiritual restrictions placed by the Southern Border Witch Sect, Qing Yu began to look through her past memories.

The infiltration of Qing Province by the Southern Border had begun over two hundred years ago. The grandma of Zhang Huchen, the then Lord Zhen Shan of Daqian, was a witch from the Southern Border.

At that time, Zhang Huchen's grandfather thought she was a trophy from his hunting conquests, not realizing that this trophy had thrown herself into his bowl.

From his grandfather's generation, the infiltration of the Zhang family by the Southern Border never ceased.

Until Zhang Huchen's generation, the time was ripe, and the high ranks of the Zhen Shan Army had been mostly infiltrated by the Southern Border. The land of Qing Province had once again returned to the embrace of the Southern Border.

Qing Yu also learned from 'Song Ziqi's' memory that Xuan Guang had taken her as his disciple. However, he obviously did not care much about his disciples; he taught martial arts, but the most powerful skills were withheld.

Of the Zhenwu Four Symbols Absolute Skill, only the White Tiger Slaughter Skill was taught. Nevertheless, by combining it with the Zhang family's Tiger Roar to Settle Mountains and Rivers, she made a breakthrough to the Divine Origin Realm.

"Hmm? This information..."

Qing Yu suddenly dug something interesting out of 'Song Ziqi's' brain.

'Not bad, it answers some of the doubts I've had for a long time, at least partially.'

Qing Yu released his finger, allowing 'Song Ziqi' to fall to the ground.

"Mirror Master, do we need to..." Ji Tang looked over at 'Song Ziqi' with an intent to kill.

"No need, bring her back. She will be a fine vessel," Qing Yu said indifferently.

Two streams of Xuanyin Sword Energy remained, just enough to create two Xuanyin Sword Guards.

Moreover, 'Song Ziqi' had one other advantage: she was a woman. After completing the demon seed brainwashing, she would become an excellent bearer for the 'Divine Travel Technique.'

Qing Yu couldn't always arrive in time. This time, after a major battle with Ling Xuedu in the mountains, it was not long before he discovered that Xuan Guang had appeared, and the Xuanyin Sword Residence could not hold him back.

Then, Qing Yu changed his clothes, stimulated his True Qi to the maximum, and rushed here with all his might.

Such frantic, consecutive battles and travel were a strain even for his Saint and Demon Embryo. If it weren't for another body transmitting power across space, Qing Yu might have had to let the Xuanyin Sword Residence hold off for a while longer before joining the battle.

However, due to some complications with the other body, full power could not be transmitted, and Qing Yu, caught off guard, allowed Xuan Guang to escape.

If in the future there was a vessel capable of employing the 'Divine Travel Technique,' things would be different. Although the strength of such a Primordial Spirit possession would surely be greatly diminished, it's not like he would run into someone like Xuan Guang every time.

"Yes, Mirror Master," Ji Tang helped 'Song Ziqi' up and stood aside.

"Disperse,"

Qing Yu said lightly, cutting through the air as he left.

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Outside the Cold Palace of the Imperial City, Qing Yu peered through the golden light screen, watching the sudden change in the Cold Palace.

"So soon?" he said, somewhat surprised.

Xuanzhen had just started her retreat a few days ago, and she was about to break through?

But considering Xuanzhen's previous suppression, it seemed only natural that it would be quick. She was ready to attempt a breakthrough a year ago, and due to various constraints, she had suppressed herself until now.

In this past year, given Xuanzhen's temperament, it's likely she did more than just suppress herself.

"It seems I was overthinking it; the likelihood of Xuanzhen's breakthrough is greater than I thought," Qing Yu muttered to himself.

Initially, Qing Yu thought optimistically that there was a fifty percent success rate for Xuanzhen's breakthrough. But now, realizing the extent of Xuanzhen's foundation, Qing Yu estimated at least a sixty percent success rate.

If one is more optimistic, seventy or eighty percent is also possible.

At this moment, the Cold Palace radiated splendor. The pure white energy seemed simplistic, yet it appeared to contain myriad colors. Shapes and forms changed infinitely; wind, clouds, mountains, and rivers; flora and fauna; all were included within it.

Taisu is the beginning of substance.

Xuanzhen's 'Taisu Primordial Skill' may not be that mysterious, unable to truly create matter, but it did possess some extraordinary effects.

It was like now when the Taisu Energy changed forms, the radiance seemed tangible, piercing through the walls of the Cold Palace and the roof of the palace itself.

No, it was not seeming but actual.

"What is this..."

Qing Yu looked in surprise at the crystalline mirror that had formed from solidified radiance, reflecting his own somewhat astonished face.

"The physical manifestation of True Qi."