Chapter Fourteen: The Divine Sword Manual of Scattered Hands

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  A person's name, a tree's shadow. Mohe Ye had just appeared and already intimidated the entire audience. The momentum was so strong, like the sun rising in the sky, with all things underfoot. Even Jinpang Ke Xiu's complexion changed slightly for a moment. The woman's slender body trembled involuntarily, taking a step back unintentionally. The two exchanged a glance with their eyes, silently understanding each other, secretly circulating their true energy.

  "Brocade Robe Guest smiled and said: 'It's been years since we last met, Sect Master's lightness skill seems to have improved again. The hundred-foot high building has gone up another level, truly a joyous occasion.' He paused for a moment, then continued: 'However, Sect Master may have some misunderstanding. Our intentions for this trip are not...'"

  Mohe's face sank, and he suddenly shouted: "Shut up! Do you think I don't know your intentions? No matter how eloquent you are, you can't shake me."

  The guest in the brocade robe changed his expression again, forcing a smile and bowing: "The Sect Master has misunderstood for too long. We have stayed too long and it's useless to stay any longer. Please forgive me for taking my leave." His body didn't move, his feet didn't lift off the ground, but he suddenly floated up into the air, drew back, and retreated on the wind. His posture was elegant and natural, truly a divine demeanor. The Sect Master of the Pure Joy Sect crossed his arms, laughing coldly. Before the laughter had even faded away, lightning flashed across the sky. Maha Ye's hair flew back as he arrived first, with purple electricity swirling around his right leg as he kicked out with one foot. It was precisely the Thunder God Speed from the Six Spirits Incantation!

  Mocha Ye was indeed as fast as a thunderbolt, and the brocade guest seemed to have anticipated this change. He immediately flapped his sleeves and swept them back. A loud "Boom" sound was heard, and the brocade guest borrowed force to counterattack, flying like a swallow into the woods, heading straight for the window of the small building opposite. He laughed loudly and said, "I'll take my leave when I'm done." Just as he was about to fly out the window, he suddenly saw Mocha Ye intercepting him again. The extremely joyful sect master's voice sank in laughter, saying, "The night is still young, why must you leave? Stay behind." A punch burst forth from his face. The fist wind emitted a series of crackling explosions, covering an area of three feet in all directions, as if trapped in a cage.

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  A heavy fist slammed down, but what landed was just a thumb. In the blink of an eye, the guest in brocade drew a small circle on his chest with his right hand and thrust out his left arm. His palm transformed into a claw, the claw into a finger, and finally gathered the black and white yin-yang energy at the tip of his thumb, carefully pressing forward. The fist and finger collided, instantly producing a deafening "BOOM". The aftershocks were not over yet, as a fierce gust swept out from the point where the two masters' moves met. Yang Zhao's body flickered slightly, almost being lifted off the ground.

  Yang Zhao hastily stabilized his footing and in a glance, saw the woman who had been standing by with her hands in her sleeves suddenly draw her sword and thrust it at Moha Ye. The sword's momentum was like the endless flow of the Yangtze River. Her mastery of the sword had clearly reached the realm of unity with heaven and man. Yang Zhao instinctively cried out, "Sword Classic! Master, be careful!"

  Two great masters joined forces to attack, and even the powerful Mohe Ye couldn't be underestimated. The internal family's true qi rapidly circulated through a large cycle of heaven, and the Vajra Breaking Fist's power suddenly increased by more than double. The Brocade Robe Guest immediately felt overwhelmed and could only respond by urging his true yuan to resist. Unexpectedly, the black and white energy spheres were released, but they were empty and elusive, with no way to exert force. Clearly, a living person was right in front of him, but in the Brocade Robe Guest's spiritual awareness, there was only a boundless dark abyss, without even half a trace of Mohe Ye? Under the disturbance of his heart and spirit, the yin and yang energies were completely withdrawn, and the Extreme Joy Sect Master retreated and turned around halfway. He combined his own Vajra Breaking Fist power with the Brocade Robe Guest's black and white energy spheres, forcibly merging the two true qi into one, and directly pushed out against the incoming tidal wave of swords.

  This move borrows force to counter force, with a soft and hard conversion as agile as a goat hanging from a horn, leaving no trace to be found. The six gods' trick of the arhat's skillful use is wonderfully subtle, making one exclaim "If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening".

  The three great masters clashed head-on with almost no reserve, and the explosive force was truly terrifying to hear. In an instant, the air burst into a frenzy of swirling winds, and how could a small building withstand it? The Five Elements crowd surrounding the building outside only saw the entire structure suddenly inflate like a large balloon, constantly deforming and expanding outward. The Five Elements crowd's thoughts turned, and they suddenly shouted: "Not good! Get down!"

  The shout had barely fallen when the small building suddenly exploded. Tens of thousands of shattered stones and tiles shot out in all directions, with a force so fierce that it was no less than the explosion of modern artillery shells. Those extreme Joy Sect disciples, although they were all elite warriors handpicked from hundreds of miles around, were caught off guard by the sudden change, and didn't have time to react. In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and mournful cries shook the sky. The disciples either had their brains smashed open, or their tendons snapped and bones broken, or their bellies torn apart, or they were crushed into meat paste. Among the over 300 people, almost none survived.

  In a cloud of smoke and dust, Moha Ye's voice was like the great bell of Huang Zhong Da Lü, piercing through the sky. He shouted: "Five divisions of troops, gather the five spirits!"

  In the orthodox sect of Extreme Bliss, everyone respected and feared their master as if he were a god. As soon as Mahā?ākapramā?a's orders entered their ears, the five groups immediately sprang into action without hesitation, each using their six-spirit mantra. In an instant, the Thunder God linked with Vajra, the Arhats joined with the Bodhisattvas, and the true essence of the four people - Tuōluó, Fǎxíng, ālài, and Chēlí - simultaneously poured into Shāyè's Back Door. This great master sister let out a tender shout, and the form of Guanyin suddenly materialized. With a thousand hands and hundred arms, the chaotic fist technique burst forth like thunder, its powerful momentum and force not at all inferior to Mahā?ākapramā?a himself!

  Originally, the Five Branches were only taught one style of the Six Gods' Secret Art each, despite being Moha Ye's inner disciples. Their reputation was indeed intimidating in the Jianghu. However, they had never been able to confront truly top-notch experts like Li Yuan, Yuwen Shu, or Tianzhu monks. Therefore, Moha Ye exhausted his wisdom and finally created the Gathering Spirit Gate. With the five branches combined into one body, their true energy flowed freely, allowing them to instantly increase their combat power exponentially. Coupled with the different variations of the Five Gods' Secret Art, it was considered the most mysterious and powerful formation in the world. Since the Five Branches had started their journey, there were only a handful of strong enemies who could match two or three of them working together. Tonight, however, they were combining their powers for the first time ever, an unprecedented event.

  The two of them, Jinpao Guest and the woman, had already reached the pinnacle of martial arts, peeking into the realm of the Supreme Heaven. They were among the top masters in the world. However, after a fierce battle with the leader of the Extreme Bliss Sect, they were at a critical juncture where their old strength had dissipated but new strength had not yet been born. How could they possibly withstand Sha Yizong's Observing Sound Palm? In desperation, they mustered up their remaining energy and each launched a palm strike, using the force of the palms to rebound and send themselves flying five or six zhang in opposite directions. Despite being in such a sorry state, under the bright moonlight, the two still maintained an air of calmness, their landing postures elegant, their expressions serene.

  One move was not enough, and the five crowds rushed up to occupy their positions, vaguely surrounding the brocade guest and the woman. Mohaye held Yang Zhao in his left hand and had his right hand behind him, descending from the sky with a flourish. He stroked his beard and nodded: "Not bad. Although Ning Sanren likes to show off his tongue, he has the style of Shengong Bao from ancient times. However, these few moves of scattered hands that he created are still worth noting. As for Miss Fan, if this seat's guess is not wrong, although she is still in the realm of heart-to-heart communication, it should only be half a step away from breaking through to the great achievement and reaching the sword's clarity?"

  The woman laughed softly and said: "Master's eyes are indeed infallible, one arrow hits the mark. Little sister's skills are not refined, ashamed, ashamed."

  Ning said calmly, "I have taken the forms of heaven and earth, and adopted the principles of the eight extremes and eight directions. I have merged them into one and made use of them. Therefore, with a thick face, I will scatter these few styles and name them: Eight Flaps. Unfortunately, this move is too exhausting, and Ning's talent is dull, so far only five of the Eight Flaps have been completed. Tonight, forced by circumstances, I can only use two to defeat one. It's really laughable for the sect master."

  Mohe Ye sneered coldly and said, "A difference of a single hair can lead to an error of a thousand miles. With my divine powers, why would I be afraid of the two of you joining forces?"

  The guest in brocade robes slightly raised an eyebrow and smiled: "If so, then why did the Sect Master order all of you disciples to come forward?"

  Mohe Ye hummed: "These few disciples of mine are limited by their natural talent, even if they were to be taught, it would still be difficult for them to achieve great things. If they were to try and suppress Ning Sanren or Fan Tong, that would certainly not work out. But as for replacing me in receiving guests, they would more than suffice. It's rare for two people to deliver themselves to my doorstep like this, if I don't properly entertain them a bit, wouldn't it be laughed at by the world that Ji Le Zheng Zong is too petty?"

  The woman suddenly let out a soft sigh and said in a gentle voice, "Master, we didn't have any ill intentions. Tonight's matter was just a misunderstanding from the start. You and I may be on different paths, but after all, we both belong to the same school of mysticism. Since we share the same roots, why must we be so hasty in our animosity towards each other?"

  In the midst of a soul-stirring sigh, a gentle breeze suddenly blew by. Even the fighting helmet that had not fallen off during the previous fierce battle was blown away, spinning and drifting into the distance. The thin veil covering her face still remained, but under the bright moonlight, her stunning beauty was now fully exposed for all to see. In an instant, both Yang Zhao and the five officials were left staring in a daze.

  She was only about twenty years old, with a pale and delicate complexion, her eyebrows and eyes were like paintings. A pair of autumnal eyes, full of infinite spirit. Her temperament was extraordinary and out of the ordinary, without any worldly air. When the gentle breeze blew, her sleeves fluttered, as if she would fly to the moon at any moment. And she had a certain strange charm on her body, which made people see her once and never have the will to oppose her again. The Five Elements Sect's killing intent was completely gone, and even Yang Zhao, who was used to seeing beauties in modern times, was stunned for a moment.

  To be honest, Yang Zhao never believed in those flowery descriptions like "fairy descending to the mortal world". Before crossing over, he had seen many beautiful women on TV. Asian beauty queens, Chinese beauty queens, global beauty queens and various supermodel celebrities, there were too many to count. Beautiful women are just that, what's the big deal? But now that this woman has revealed her true appearance, even though he knew from his memories before crossing over that she was not as carefree as she looked, Yang Zhao couldn't help but feel a sense of charm and had no intention of fighting or killing her.

  In the entire scene, the only one who was not affected by this woman's stunning beauty was him: Mahākā?yapa! The master of the Pure Land sect burst into loud laughter, his voice stirring and refreshing, making people feel as if they had just woken up from a dream. The Five Skandha crowd and Yang Zhao suddenly came to their senses, looked at each other, and still felt a lingering fear in their hearts, not daring to look again at the woman's beautiful face. Just then, Mahākā?yapa stopped laughing and coldly said: "Miss Fan, you claim to be from the Buddhist aristocracy, yet you use such an unrefined method. How ridiculous!"

  The woman put down her veil and said calmly, "The Buddha has no form, not stuck on external things. Therefore, color is emptiness, emptiness is color. If there is any hindrance, it is neither the wind moving nor the flag moving, but only the dusty mind moving by itself."

  Mysterious Leaf Tiger's eyes flashed with a fierce killing intent, and he shouted: "What a wonderful automatic dust heart! This seat will break your dust heart right now, watch my palm!" The intense yang fire true energy was mobilized according to his will, both palms were released at the same time, and immediately exploded into a move that could scorch the sky and boil the sea: Bodhisattva Annihilation!

  Enough heat to rival volcanic lava, simultaneously wrapping two enemies in a cocoon from top and bottom, left and right. In the blink of an eye, the brocade-clad guest and the woman turned their heads back at the same time, exchanging two glances. The brocade-clad guest's ten fingers spread wide, pressing down on the ground. Smoke and dust swirled, immediately condensing into countless large and small black and white gas spheres that alternately expanded and contracted. Layer upon layer of them blocked the direction of Moheye's attack.

  Moha Ye Yun started the Bodhisattva's destruction, and with his own unparalleled domineering aura that controlled all life and death, how could a mere black and white energy sphere possibly stop him? Suddenly, a fiery dragon pierced through the clouds and fog, its angry roar shooting straight out. But what met it was not Jinpao Ke's second wave of scattered hands, but rather a dazzling sword curtain!

  The master of the Extremely Joyful Sect speaks and the law follows, saying one is not two. Since he has already said that he must kill that woman first, even if the Heavenly King himself blocks his way, he must kill that woman before anything else!

  Life and death are at stake. No longer can that woman hold back even a little. She holds her sword across her chest, assuming an extremely mysterious and profound stance. Heaven above, earth below, the three-foot-long green blade is hidden between them, forming a bridge that connects heaven and earth. With a flip of her hand, clouds cover; with another flip, rain falls. The short sword moves, instantly creating a vast, irregularly spreading, dazzling sword aura. Being trapped within it would immediately make one feel dizzy, as if the sky and earth were spinning and upside down, losing all sense of balance. This is: Sword Mastering Heaven and Earth!

  Three feet of blue blade can dominate the world, but the Bodhisattva has already jumped out of the three realms and is not in the five elements. Mahayana's killing intent is full, his heart is as firm as iron. No illusory aura can confuse him. Breaking through layer after layer of illusions, his crimson palms, like hot irons, chop up the short sword blade without bias. The true fire that has been accumulating for a long time suddenly erupts, and the entire precious sword is directly melted into tiny red steel droplets, which evaporate completely before they can even fall to the ground.

  However, the second strike of the scattered hand still produced the effect that Jinpao guest had expected. The Buddha-destroying blow of Huotian was only a hair's breadth away from directly hitting the woman's body. What was destroyed at this time was only the sword.

  Everything changed in the blink of an eye, and it was too late to turn back. The woman who had abandoned her sword to protect herself was even more fierce with her bare hands, her body radiating a sharp sword aura that only grew stronger. She used her fingers as swords, transforming into a rainbow that traversed the sky. Breaking through the remaining flames and encirclement, she charged straight at Yang Zhao! Yang Zhao, who was already bewildered by the sword curtain, couldn't even react in time to defend himself. In an instant, he felt several important acupoints on his body being struck simultaneously, rendering him completely paralyzed and powerless. The sound of "whooshing" beside his ear made him realize that he had been lifted up by the woman's hand, feeling as if he was floating on clouds.

  No need to turn around and look with eyes, the master of the Extreme Joy Sect had already sensed the woman's movements through his aura. His palms immediately retracted in a fiery manner, turning around to provide backup. Unexpectedly, the Brocade Robe Guest suddenly reversed his usual demeanor, sticking close to himself and entwining him. The fingertips gathered together like a bird pecking, then spread out into a dense, rain-like, no-gap-not-entered close-range attack.

  Under the unprecedentedly fierce third blow of Moheye's scattered hands, he couldn't retreat even if he wanted to. The two figures rose and fell, dashing about in the ruins of the small building with a speed that seemed to rival the wind and lightning. For an instant, they were evenly matched. Just as they were locked in a stalemate, the woman suddenly shouted: " Sect Master, do you still want his life or not?" Before her voice had even faded away, something extremely heavy came flying through the air, breaking through the void. It seemed to be a person!

  After the event of the sword spirit's movement on the eve of the lunar new year, Yang Zhao had already occupied an extremely important position in Mo He Ye's mind, absolutely not allowing any loss. Even if he saw that within thirty palms, he would definitely be able to severely injure Jin Pao Ke on the spot. But the two ideas of dominating the martial world and ruling the country flashed in his heart, and he immediately chose the latter without hesitation. He withdrew his palm and retreated, using the Arhat's technique to welcome the newcomer.

  As soon as the two hands touched, the master of the Extreme Pleasure Sect immediately shouted "not good" and counterattacked, using that person as a hidden weapon to fiercely throw at the retreating Brocade Robe Guest. However, it only hit empty air. That person fell to the ground with a "thud". Under the moonlight, it was clear that this wasn't some great prince of Sui, but merely a corpse picked up by the woman from the ground. When he looked up again, the Brocade Robe Guest and the woman had already flown away like birds, crossing over the walls of the Extreme Pleasure Temple and disappearing into the distance, unable to be pursued.

  Since Moheye took over the Orthodox Church of Bliss, when had he ever suffered such a great loss? At this moment, he was furious. But after all, he was a heroic and powerful figure, though angry but not flustered. With a single wave of his hand, he shouted in a deep voice: "The five divisions, lead the holy warriors, brothers, and sons, to immediately launch a thorough search throughout the city. Even if it means turning the entire city of Daxing upside down, I want you to bring Yang Zhao back to me!"