Meng Qis body hair all stood up, could it be that he had arrived in a world with ghosts and spirits? Although the golden body, dharma body, and Taoist body sounded very grand and powerful, they would surely make evil spirits dissipate into nothingness. However, people like himself were still at the ordinary martial arts level, seemingly without any way to counter the ghostly spirits!

  How is this good?

  Just as Meng Qis legs were like lead, unable to move forward or backward, a snow-bright sword light flashed by, directly pointing at the void above this "evil spirit".

  Huh? Deceived by the ghost, the sword move deviated?

  At this moment, Meng Qi still thought that this sword was a mistake and did not pierce the ghost.

  Before he could finish speaking, a loud crack was heard and that black shadow fell straight to the ground, waving its limbs wildly but unable to get up for the time being.

  Zhang Yuanshan swooped up, his right hand forming a sword finger pointing down, and the black shadow immediately stopped moving.

  "Youre being ridiculous." Jiang Zhiwei sheathed his long sword and hummed softly.

  Meng Qi only saw now that on the stone wall above was installed an inconspicuous rail, a rope hanging down, swaying back and forth, with only half of it left.

  "Haha." Meng Qi dryly laughed at himself for his poor eyesight and being slightly embarrassed by being startled by this ordinary mechanism.

  Jiang Zhiwei looked ahead, smiling: "I and Zhang Shixiong have opened our eyes, just like your Buddhist Tianyan Tong beginner, although the lights are dim here, the tracks and ropes are all covered by the environment, but they cant escape our eyes."

  Meng Qi finally understood what "enlightenment period" meant, and subconsciously asked: "What does this have to do with martial arts?"

  Meng Qi couldnt understand why ordinary martial arts could develop into "Tianyan Tong".

  "The eyes are the orifices of the liver. After accumulating energy to the point where the airways are fully open and the physical body is initially refined, martial arts training shifts to focus on the internal organs and orifices." Zhang Yuanshan pulled something out of the black-clad mans mouth, stood up straight, and casually explained, "Hes still alive, didnt manage to poison himself to death. What methods do you all have to force him to reveal the specific layout and situation of Yinhuang Fortress?"

  He hit the acupuncture points very accurately and in a timely manner, preventing the black-clad man from biting through his mouth.

  Meng Qi nodded slightly, having a general understanding of the "enlightenment period". His enthusiasm for martial arts cultivation in this world grew even stronger. As for the methods of interrogating prisoners, Meng Qi had learned about many cruel tortures due to his curiosity, but either they were not suitable for this environment or not suitable for short-term interrogation. So he followed Zhang Yuanshans gaze and looked at Jiang Qimiao, Qi Xia and others.

  Qiu Xia stepped forward, forcing a smile: "Little sister has a way to try the acupuncture points, please dont think little sister is cruel."

  She was also a noble lady who lived a life of luxury, but now she found herself trapped in the "Reincarnation World", and her emotions were still unsettled. She looked a bit dazed, and even her polite smile seemed to be weighed down by her worries. As for the title, it was taken advantage of by Meng Qi, this young and low-ranking monk.

  "Could it be the Soul Searching Thirteen Hands of the Great River Sect?" Jiang Zhiwei thought for a moment before recalling the martial art that Qi Xia was about to use.

  Qiqia smiled bitterly and said: "Its called searching the soul, but its just a matter of poking acupuncture points and torture."

  Zhang Yuanshan nodded slightly and cupped his hands, saying: "Please, Qi Shimei, take action, let us reap the benefits."

  "Hmph, this yellow-haired kid is pretending to be a famous hero, as the saying goes, great villains are like loyal ones...". Xun Wujiang whispered softly beside Meng Qi, it seems that he, being timid and cowardly, didnt appreciate Zhang Yuanshans ability to dominate situations no matter what.

  Meng Qi slanted her eyes at him, without saying a word. Isnt this guy afraid of being abandoned?

  Yan Wujing looked at the little Sha monk with disdain and muttered in a very low voice: "They havent even opened their ears, what am I afraid of..."

  Hiss, be careful, a thousand-year-old ship is sailing. Meng Qi smiled but didnt speak, watching as Qixia walked up to the black-clothed man and squatted down, her right hands index and middle fingers forming a sword shape, after taking a few deep breaths, she quickly tapped seven times on the black-clothed mans body.

  Then she seemed to be pushed away and stood up, with a cold sweat on her head.

  Hehe, hehe, a beast-like roar burst out of the black-robed mans throat, followed by wave after wave of mournful cries. Although the sound was not loud under the control of "Soul-Searching Thirteen Hands", only those nearby could hear it, but it was eerie and chilling, making Meng Qis skin crawl with goosebumps.

  "Ah...... stop, beg, beg you...... ah...... I, I say......" The man in black finally couldnt bear it and cried out for mercy.

  Qiqia lightly exhaled, squatted down again, and nodded five times: "Speak, I have to listen to what you say is the same or different from what we know."

  The man in black was sweating profusely, his clothes soaked through, and in a hoarse voice he revealed the specific layout of the Hidden Emperors Fortress and the situation of its master.

  Zhang Yuanshan squatted on the ground, drew a map according to his description. Generally speaking, if he made it up out of thin air without prior planning, there would be some contradictions in the map drawn from his account, unless it was extremely simple.

  "It seems thats correct." Zhang Yuanshan looked at the complete map and said in a low voice, "The Hidden Emperor Fortress is built in an underground cave, extremely vast, with many mechanisms, our time is not abundant."

  "Then we wont go to rescue the four great masters?" Qing Jing asked immediately, but he hesitated for a moment before continuing, "According to his words, the master of Yin Huang Fortress seems to have opened his eyes, ears, nose and six orifices..."

  The man in black naturally didnt know the specifics of the castle owners cultivation, but some details he mentioned made Qing Jing and others make some guesses, such as using an embroidery needle to pierce mosquitoes in the dark night, and several times being poisoned by traitors before eating were all detected.

  Meng Qi took a glance at Qing Jing, this guy wasnt completely self-centered and stubborn after all.

  "Uh, cant be careless. From the map, the mechanisms that trapped the four great masters are on both east and west sides. Considering the time it takes to break through the mechanism and the guards, we must split up." Zhang Yuanshan stood up and said calmly, "Qi Shidi, you should have fully recovered your energy by now?"

  "Its been five years since Ive been cultivating my Qi, but I still cant open it up." The taciturn and reserved Qizheng replied with a bow.

  "Then lets have Brother Qi and Qing Jing go to the east side with me, and try to rescue Ma Liang Han and Tan Wen Bo as soon as possible." Zhang Yuan Shan put forward his own opinion. "And Sister Jiang, Sister Qi, you take care of Zhen Ding and Yan Xiang Zhu, if you can rescue the remaining two heroes on the west side thats great, but if its too difficult, dont get bogged down, try to rescue one person and then head directly to the center to meet up with us. I estimate that with three heroes working together to hold them off, that should be enough."

  He had originally wanted the most skilled Jiang Zhiwei to act with him, but considering letting Qing Jing and Qi Xia go west to rescue people, the chances of success were very low, and maybe not even one could be rescued. So, as a precaution, he finally decided to separate from Jiang Zhiwei to rescue people. Of course, while dumping the burden on them, he also had to "lighten" their task accordingly.

  "Its not necessary, lets just work together and rescue two of them. An ordinary open period expert cant compare to someone with the legacy of the Dà Mén Pài?" Qing Jing said with a hint of arrogance.

  A master of many extraordinary skills who has opened up the major sects enlightenment period can often defeat ordinary Jianghu masters who have opened two to four more apertures than themselves, this is a common understanding.

  Of course, there are also many orthodox sects that have been overturned in the gutter due to insufficient experience in the Jianghu, so now all sects will give their own disciples various experiences of tempering in the Jianghu. For example, according to Xuanxins knowledge, before excellent Shaolin disciples go out and travel the Jianghu, they have half a years time, during which they will be poisoned by people at any time in the temple, and will be ambushed by people at any time. Except for the person who made the move having extremely high martial arts skills, there is an antidote nearby, and they will not be killed. Everything else is real, so that the disciples who go out of the mountain can learn to judge and deal with various situations.

  If the major sects do not understand how to make up for their weaknesses and conduct special training against assassination, poisoning and other tactics, they would have been submerged in the long river of history and become objects of nostalgia for people after meals, rather than still being at the top of the world!

  "Its better to be cautious." Zhang Yuanshan said with a thoughtful expression, after all, this was his first reincarnation task, and he still couldnt quite grasp the temperament of the "Master of the Six Paths of Reincarnation" in arranging tasks.

  Qing Jing pursed her lips and didnt say anything else, looking at Jiang Zhiwei she said: "Dont make us wait too long, otherwise well take matters into our own hands."

  "What hero is this, boasting with just words? If you have the ability, say it, and lets compete again!" Jiang Zhi said with a smiling face, not caring about Qing Jings veiled sarcasm.

  Dont take the sarcasm of a defeated general to heart!

  Qing Jings face turned pale, and her lips moved: "If... if I also opened my eyes..."

  He couldnt continue speaking from here because he and Jiang Zhiwei were about the same age, sixteen years old, but the other had already opened his eyes while he hadnt, clearly having lost.

  He frowned discontentedly and walked towards the fork in the road ahead: "Brother Zhang, dont delay any longer."

  Zhang Yuanshan beckoned to Qi Zhengyan to follow, while Jiang Zhiwei turned her head and said to Meng Qi: "Little monk, remember to keep close to me. If the distance is too far, I wont be able to save you in time."

  As she said this, her smile blossomed like a hundred flowers: "Anyway, you and I are not related, if you die here, I wont be too sad."

  Meng Qis face suddenly turned dark and awkward, and he quickly quickened his pace to follow Jiang Zhiwei.

  At this time, a group of black shadows rushed over from the front fork in the road, some holding swords, some holding axes, and others grasping steel forks.

  Jiang Zhiweis right hand jerked, the sword hummed a dragon tune, and three black figures were circled around her. With a few swift strokes, she slashed open one of their throats.

  Meng Qi saw the blood spurt out, dyeing a piece of ground and wall red, and suddenly felt a sense of unreality, as if he was watching a movie in a cinema, and everything had nothing to do with him.

  Fortunately, he had experienced it all before, and the killing scene was nothing compared to what he had been through. He quickly came back to his senses, hiding behind Jiang Zhiweis back, keeping a distance within her long sword range.

  Jiang Zhis sword flashed out like a dance, elegant and refined, forcing the remaining two black-clad men to back each other, supporting themselves. Meng Qi watched this scene of hand-to-hand combat with unblinking eyes, thinking constantly in his heart, if it were himself, how would he deal with them using Luohan Fist?

  At the same time, Qi Xia wore flowers and trees, with few moves, but every time she split the water with a clear light, a black-clad man fell down. The Qing Jing knife was majestic, with a sense of grandeur hidden in it. Every knife that came out seemed ordinary, but the black-clad men opposite her were as if their hearts had been shocked, their movements slowed by half a beat, and they were cut down directly.

  Zhang Yuanshan didnt hold back, using all his strength to wield his long sword in a semicircle, pulling several long knives out of the circle. Then with one swift motion, he struck down three black-clad men, who instantly fell to the ground.

  Qizhengyans swordsmanship was quite rigorous, and occasionally he would make a clever move that would catch his opponents off guard. Even when surrounded by the three black-clad men, he still managed to severely injure one of them. It seemed that if given more time, it wouldnt be difficult for him to take down his opponent.

  "Huh, isnt Jiangs martial arts the strongest? The other three have already killed at least three black-clothed men each, how can she still not take down the remaining two?" Amidst the flashing knives and swords, Meng Qi didnt feel any weight on his heart regarding the death of the black-clothed men.

  Ah!

  Suddenly, a mournful cry rang out. Meng Qi subconsciously turned his head and just saw that the timid Yan Wujing was stabbed in the back by a long sword protruding from the stone crevice, with blood gushing out profusely, and he was about to die.

  "It turns out that some stone walls have empty space behind them..."

  "The first..."

  Meng Qi saw Yan Wujiangs face twisted in extreme pain as he fell down, and felt a chill run through his entire body.