The Fire Kirin Is Covered in Treasures

The Ming family ancestral graves.

Dugu Yifang, the Invincible Citadel Lord who had lost his son, led his men in pursuit of Nie Feng and Ming Yue all the way here.

Nie Feng’s good friend, Duan Lang, was among them.

Dugu Yifang had kidnapped Ming Yue’s Grandma, Ming Jing, and driven the two of them into a desperate corner.

The badly wounded Nie Feng and Ming Yue were far weaker than Dugu Yifang. Even wielding the Wushuang Sword, they could not shake him in the slightest.

The outcome was obvious.

Before long, the two were easily defeated by Dugu Yifang.

At death’s door.

Nie Feng and Ming Yue gazed at each other tenderly.

They clasped each other’s hands tightly, afraid of being separated forever.

It was at that moment that their sincere feelings triggered the secret hidden within the Wushuang Sword.

The swords flew.

And so did they.

Each held a sword as they were slowly drawn into the air by a mysterious force, circling one another as strange radiance shone from their bodies.

Lightning crackled across the blades of the Wushuang Swords, and bolts of light carved several large characters into the sky.

Love of the City!

The entire scene suddenly shifted from martial arts to Xuanhuan.

"Honestly, watching this in person is kind of embarrassing…"

Chu Yang, who had arrived on horseback long ago and was hiding nearby to observe, could not help grumbling when he saw the words in the sky.

The next instant.

The glowing words Love of the City suddenly exploded, transforming into countless spheres of light that rained down upon the earth like a torrential downpour.

It was less a martial art than a spell.

The Invincible Citadel forces were wiped out in that barrage, leaving only Dugu Yifang struggling to hold on.

Duan Lang was not a target of Love of the City, and since Nie Feng did not wish to hurt him, he was not greatly affected.

Just as Dugu Yifang was about to die, Ming Jing, who was fanatically loyal to the Dugu family, suddenly rushed out and blocked the fatal attack for him.

Seeing her Grandma suffer a mortal wound, Ming Yue’s mind fell into turmoil, and Love of the City came to an abrupt end.

Nie Feng and Ming Yue fell from the sky together.

This was exactly the moment Chu Yang had been waiting for.

If Ming Jing did not die, then even if Ming Yue survived, she would never be able to be with Nie Feng and would never be happy.

Dugu Yifang was just about to strike down Nie Feng and Ming Yue when he suddenly sensed immense killing intent behind him.

He turned and saw an unfamiliar young man walking toward him.

"Who are you?"

Dugu Yifang asked with a frown.

In truth, during his time in Invincible Citadel, Chu Yang had encountered him many times. But how could Dugu Yifang, as the Citadel Lord, remember a lowly servant?

"A Yang, why are you here?"

Ming Yue, cradling her Grandma’s body, also saw Chu Yang. A trace of shock appeared on her tear-streaked face.

"You are… Ming Yue’s servant?"

Nie Feng had met Chu Yang once before, but he remembered his appearance.

"Hahaha, a mere servant dares stand in my way? You two fools, don’t tell me you’ve placed your hopes on him?"

Dugu Yifang threw back his head and laughed, looking at Chu Yang as though he were a clown.

Chu Yang said nothing and simply walked forward.

"Citadel Lord, leave this ignorant servant to Duan Lang!"

Duan Lang, who had been idling for quite some time, saw that the situation had completely tipped in Dugu Yifang’s favor. To win more of his appreciation, he volunteered to teach Chu Yang a lesson.

In Duan Lang’s eyes, Chu Yang was merely a servant devoted to protecting his mistress, someone who had somehow learned of Ming Yue’s predicament and rushed here.

With his sharp sword in hand, Duan Lang flashed before Chu Yang and thrust at his heart.

"Don’t!"

Ming Yue cried out in grief. Her Grandma’s death had devastated her, and she could not bear to lose anyone else by her side.

"Duan Lang, stop!"

Nie Feng’s face flushed red as he spat out blood once more.

Duan Lang’s eyes remained cold. Even upon hearing Nie Feng’s voice, his movements did not hesitate in the slightest.

Decisive and ruthless!

However.

An incomprehensible scene unfolded.

The instant Duan Lang’s sword struck Chu Yang’s chest, it could not advance another inch, as if it had struck something incomparably hard.

Duan Lang roared and exerted all his strength, veins bulging in his arm.

Yet the sword did not move at all.

The smile on Dugu Yifang’s face froze, and his expression gradually turned grave.

He knew Duan Lang’s strength well. He was not much weaker than himself, so against an ordinary expert, it was impossible for him to fail even to break through their defenses.

The only possibility was that his enemy’s body-tempering martial arts had reached the pinnacle.

Duan Lang realized something was wrong and hurriedly tried to retreat.

Suddenly.

A hand seized his wrist.

Chu Yang stared at him coldly. With a forceful squeeze of his fingers, a crisp crack sounded as he snapped Duan Lang’s wrist.

Duan Lang’s face instantly turned deathly pale.

"Get lost!"

Chu Yang kicked him flying.

Duan Lang slammed heavily into the ground, feeling as though his internal organs had shifted out of place as blood continuously spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Excellent skills, sir. You have hidden in my Invincible Citadel for so many years. What exactly are you plotting?"

"Could it be that you came for Love of the City as well?"

Dugu Yifang sneered.

Elsewhere.

Ming Yue stared at Chu Yang in disbelief. "Is that really true? Did you deliberately stay by my side just for Love of the City?"

"I never had any friends growing up. All this time, I thought of you as my best friend…"

Having suffered one tremendous blow after another, Ming Yue was mentally unstable, looking as though she might faint at any moment.

Dragging his heavy body forward, Nie Feng came to Ming Yue’s side and supported her.

"Ming Yue, I don’t mean to look down on you, but Love of the City is trash in my eyes," Chu Yang said sincerely.

Any spell or Ninjutsu he casually used would create a far greater spectacle than Love of the City. Forget Dugu Yifang—even destroying the entire Invincible Citadel would not be difficult.

Neither Ming Yue and Nie Feng nor Dugu Yifang had expected Chu Yang to give such an answer.

Dugu Yifang flew into a rage and laughed in fury. "What an arrogant brat! The supreme art I have yearned for all these years is trash in your mouth?"

"In your eyes, is this Invincible Citadel Lord also trash?"

Chu Yang replied as if it were only natural, "Yes. The real Dugu Yifang is trash. A fake like you is even worse."

"You have occupied a magpie’s nest for so many years. Have you really started thinking you’re someone important?"

"Let me remind you—don’t get too absorbed in the role."

Dugu Yifang’s pupils suddenly contracted, and his face drained of color. "Who exactly are you?"

Seeing Dugu Yifang’s reaction, Ming Yue and Nie Feng knew that Chu Yang had spoken the truth, and a chill ran down their spines.

With his secret exposed, Dugu Yifang understood that he could not let anyone present live. Killing intent surged within him.

"I’ll kill you, you arrogant fiend, first."

Nie Feng and Ming Yue were seriously wounded and temporarily unable to use Love of the City, so Dugu Yifang did not consider them much of a threat. Chu Yang was therefore his first target.

"So what if you’re a body-tempering expert? My Invincible Tyrant Fist specializes in breaking Golden Body weaknesses!"

Dugu Yifang’s gaze turned vicious. Inner force surged through his body, and his already powerful frame swelled even larger.

His fist, wrapped in tyrannical inner force, smashed brutally toward Chu Yang.

"How convenient. My Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill happens to specialize in dealing with old turtles like you."

The Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill Chu Yang had acquired in the martial arts world had, through his tireless efforts across many worlds, been cultivated to the tenth level. Only three more levels remained before he reached great perfection.

Chu Yang now possessed the power of ten dragons and ten elephants. Against an enemy like Dugu Yifang, who excelled at overpowering opponents with brute force, it was simply a Dimensional Strike.

The two exchanged a plain, unadorned punch.

Dugu Yifang, who had absolute confidence in his Invincible Tyrant Fist, underwent a drastic change in expression.

His arm exploded!

Dugu Yifang, who had been brimming with confidence one moment ago, was crippled by Chu Yang the next.

Nie Feng and Ming Yue were stunned beyond belief.

Dugu Yifang was an expert as famous as Xiong Ba!

The man who had driven them both into despair!

Yet one of his arms had been blown apart so easily.

Dugu Yifang was even more shocked. He lowered his head to stare at his empty right shoulder, wearing an incredulous expression. For a moment, he even forgot the pain.

"My… Invincible Tyrant Fist?"

Dugu Yifang had believed that his Invincible Tyrant Fist was in no way inferior to Xiong Ba’s Three Points Divine Finger.

Yet after exchanging just one punch with that arrogant brat, he had been utterly defeated!

"Hahaha! I impersonated Dugu Yifang for so many years that, even now, I can no longer tell who I am. And this is the laughable outcome I received."

Dugu Yifang laughed hysterically, though his laughter eventually took on a mournful, wailing edge.

Like a desperate beast.

Blood gradually flowed from Dugu Yifang’s seven orifices, and his life force slowly faded until he became a cold corpse.

That punch from Chu Yang had shattered not only his arm, but also the meridians around his heart.

The power of ten dragons and ten elephants was not something a mortal body could withstand.

His death had been inevitable.

Having witnessed Dugu Yifang’s death with her own eyes, Ming Yue now believed that Chu Yang had not coveted Love of the City.

As for why he had allowed himself to be bullied in Invincible Citadel, Ming Yue had no desire to pursue the matter.

Perhaps he had his own reasons…

At the very least, Chu Yang had come here specifically to save her. That proved he truly regarded her as a friend.

Ming Yue could only comfort herself this way.

Nie Feng likewise did not wish to judge others maliciously. He walked up to Chu Yang with a smile and cupped his fists. "Thank you for your help today. Otherwise, Ming Yue and I would surely have died at Dugu Yifang’s hands."

Chu Yang shook his head. "Ming Yue saved my life. I was merely repaying her kindness."

Nie Feng glanced at Dugu Yifang’s corpse and asked curiously, "He… was a fake. Then where is the real Dugu Yifang?"

Chu Yang answered, "Eighteen years ago, Jian Hui, the Sect Leader of the Sword Sect, intended to pass down his unique supreme art, Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin. His disciple Nameless and his son Po Jun fought to determine who would inherit it. Jian Hui invited experts from all sides to watch, and the real Dugu Yifang was among them."

"Po Jun was no match for Nameless, but Jian Hui had selfish intentions and only wanted to give the supreme art to his son. So he used the Heavenly Ice Seal. In the end, not only did he freeze himself, but he also sealed twelve watching experts in ice."

Nie Feng wore a shocked expression. "So that was it. But where did you learn such a secret of the Jianghu, A Yang?"

Chu Yang answered casually, "I heard it from others."

Nie Feng did not ask further. He silently walked to Ming Yue’s side and helped her gather her Grandma’s remains. The two then buried her at the Ming family ancestral graves.

Standing outside the tomb, Chu Yang asked, "What do you plan to do from now on?"

Nie Feng and Ming Yue exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with hope for the future.

"I will first return to the Underworld Society and report what happened here to my master. Then Ming Yue and I will retire from the Jianghu together," Nie Feng said with a smile.

"Why not retire immediately? There’s no need to return to the Underworld Society," Chu Yang said.

"A Yang, you needn’t worry. I will not abandon Ming Yue."

Nie Feng seemed to think Chu Yang had mistaken him for a heartless man unwilling to give up his position in the Underworld Society.

"If you go back this time, Xiong Ba will kill you."

Chu Yang spoke bluntly.

Nie Feng and Ming Yue were both startled.

Ming Yue hurriedly asked, "Nie Feng is Xiong Ba’s favored disciple. Why would he want to kill him?"

Nie Feng also seemed unable to believe it, looking at Chu Yang with a complicated expression.

"Back then, Mud Buddha gave Xiong Ba two lines of prophecy. The full verse was: A golden-scaled creature is no thing to remain in a pond; when it encounters wind and clouds, it transforms into a dragon."

"That was why he took Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun as disciples. Afterward, the two of you fought in every direction for him and built the Underworld Society into what it is today."

Ming Yue hurriedly interrupted, "Isn’t that a good thing? Why would Xiong Ba still want to kill Nie Feng?"

Chu Yang sighed. "Don’t rush. Let me finish."

"Ming Yue, let A Yang finish first." Nie Feng patted Ming Yue’s shoulder, soothing her with a gentle gaze.

He was a steady person, or perhaps he had heard too many secrets today and had grown accustomed to them. At this moment, he appeared very calm.

"Mud Buddha had two more lines in his prophecy: The dragon’s cry in the ninth heavens shakes the world; when wind and clouds converge, they drift in shallow waters. It implied that Xiong Ba’s grand dominion, built over many years, would be overturned by the two of you, Wind and Cloud."

"Xiong Ba does not yet know the latter two lines. Once he sends people to find Mud Buddha, you and Bu Jingyun will become thorns in his side."

"After living with him for so many years, you should know what kind of person Xiong Ba is. Anyone who stands in his way—forget disciples he raised himself, he likely would not spare even his own family."

After explaining everything, Chu Yang quietly waited for Nie Feng’s response.

Ming Yue looked anxiously at Nie Feng. She still chose to believe Chu Yang, because Chu Yang had no reason to deceive them.

Nie Feng’s expression shifted repeatedly. In the end, a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "I still have to go back."

"Wind, why?" Ming Yue excitedly clutched Nie Feng’s arm. "You trust A Yang, right? Even if it’s fake, there’s no need for you to take such a risk."

"Of course I trust A Yang. He saved our lives." Nie Feng answered solemnly, "What I’m worried about is Senior Brother Yun. He still doesn’t know about this. If I leave, what will happen to him?"

"A Yang said just now that Wind and Cloud refers to Senior Brother Yun and me. If Master wants to kill me, he definitely won’t spare Senior Brother Yun either."

Why were you so obsessed with your Senior Brother Yun?

Chu Yang really wanted to curse. If he hadn’t hoped Ming Yue could be happy, he wouldn’t have bothered with Wind and Cloud’s pile of bullshit.

That was simply Nie Feng’s personality. You could call him gentle, but he was even more indecisive.

"Xiong Ba doesn’t intend to kill you personally. He wants you and Bu Jingyun to kill each other. As long as you don’t go back, there’s nothing he can do."

"Senior Brother Yun and I are very close. We would never do such a thing."

"Bu Jingyun likes Kong Ci, while Kong Ci likes you. He intends to use Kong Ci to drive a wedge between the two of you. What will you do then?"

"Kong Ci… She grew up with us. The feelings between her and me are only those of brother and sister."

"That’s hilarious. Just because you say it’s sibling affection means it is? Have you called Kong Ci to ask her?"

"A Yang, what is a telephone?"

"You idiot, can’t you hear the point? I really want to slap you." Chu Yang’s patience had clearly run out. He glared at Nie Feng with an unfriendly expression. In the end, Nie Feng just wanted to go back and warn Bu Jingyun.

Nie Feng awkwardly rubbed his nose. If Chu Yang really slapped him, he would have no ability to fight back.

Ming Yue tugged at Nie Feng’s sleeve and softly reminded him, "I don’t know what that Miss Kong Ci thinks, but if I had grown up with you, I definitely would have fallen for you."

Ming Yue’s confession warmed Nie Feng’s heart, but after thinking for a long time, he still shook his head. "I still can’t just abandon Senior Brother Yun and leave."

Chu Yang rubbed his chin and looked at Nie Feng seriously.

"You two don’t actually have something going on, do you?"

Though Nie Feng had a gentle nature, once he became stubborn, he was even harder to deal with than Bu Jingyun, the "God of Death Who Never Cries."

Chu Yang couldn’t exactly knock him unconscious and drag him away.

Otherwise, a rift might arise between them afterward.

As for Ming Yue, wherever Nie Feng went, she would naturally follow.

Ming Yue loved him so deeply that no matter how dangerous the road ahead was, she would travel it with him.

Nie Feng’s decision to return to the Underworld Society could no longer be changed.

"Since you’ve made up your mind, I won’t try to persuade you anymore. I still have things to do, so I won’t travel with you."

Chu Yang’s words made Ming Yue’s heart sink with a thud.

She had fantasized that if Chu Yang returned to the Underworld Society with them, Nie Feng’s safety would be guaranteed.

After all, even Dugu Yifang, who was as famous as Xiong Ba, had been instantly killed by Chu Yang in one move. Such strength could be called unparalleled in the world.

"That is only right. A Yang, you have already saved me once. If you risked yourself for Nie Feng again, how could I have the face to accept it?"

Nie Feng smiled freely, as though he had already put life and death aside.

Chu Yang ignored him. He took the Wushuang Sword from Ming Yue’s hand and carved spell formulas into it with his bare hand.

The Wushuang Sword came as a pair, divided into yin and yang. The one Chu Yang had taken was the Wushuang Yin Sword in Ming Yue’s possession.

Ming Yue and Nie Feng couldn’t understand what Chu Yang was doing, but they could tell he was doing something for them, so they quietly stood guard nearby.

Chu Yang carved two spell formulas onto the Wushuang Sword. One was a defensive barrier that could protect Ming Yue from harm, while the other was the Flying Thunder God.

After finishing the spell formulas, Chu Yang returned the Wushuang Sword to Ming Yue and instructed, "No matter what happens, you cannot let this sword leave your side, even when bathing or using the toilet…"

Ming Yue nodded, blushing.

Chu Yang then turned to Nie Feng and said, "It takes at least half a month to travel from Invincible Citadel back to the Underworld Society. The news will definitely arrive before you do. Once Xiong Ba learns that Dugu Yifang is dead, he’ll speed up his search for Mud Buddha."

"By the time you get back, Xiong Ba may already have laid a killing trap. Don’t panic and lose your heads."

Nie Feng nodded solemnly.

"If my business goes smoothly, I’ll naturally appear at the Underworld Society in half a month. If not, do your best to protect yourselves and wait for me," Chu Yang said.

Smiles bloomed once more on Ming Yue and Nie Feng’s faces. Chu Yang’s words gave them more security than any promise could.

Before parting ways, Chu Yang asked Nie Feng where Lingyun Grotto was located.

When Nie Feng answered, his eyes held an unshakable worry. His father had died there, and Lingyun Grotto and the Fire Kirin were nightmares buried in his heart.

Ming Yue also understood what Chu Yang meant by "important business." With a tense expression, she asked, "A Yang, are you going to Lingyun Grotto to find the Fire Kirin?"

Chu Yang nodded and smiled. "The Fire Kirin is a strange beast. Others avoid it at all costs, but to me, it’s only a little stronger than Dugu Yifang."

Nie Feng tried to dissuade him. "Even so, Lingyun Grotto is an ominous place. There’s no need for you to risk yourself."

Chu Yang waved his hand and offered no further explanation. Amid their calls, he turned and left.

In the early stages of the Wind and Cloud world’s story, there were not many things of value. Lingyun Grotto was a treasure trove that could not be missed.

It held the Fire Kirin and Blood Bodhi.

To others, Kirin Blood was a violently poisonous substance, the mad blood that drove Nie Feng into madness. But to Chu Yang, it was an unrivaled Precious Medicine.

After bathing in Kirin Blood, his already powerful body could rise to another level.

There was no need to say much about Blood Bodhi. Its effects were miraculous. It was a Sacred Medicine for healing wounds, and it could also increase one’s cultivation.

If he was lucky, it might even forcibly push numerous martial arts, including the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, to the realm of great perfection.

That would save Chu Yang years of hard cultivation.

It would allow him to merge all his martial arts into one furnace sooner and strive to create a great Dao that could rival the Tai Chi Truth.

Lingyun Grotto also contained the Snow Drinking Saber and Six Styles of Freezing Arrogance inherited by Nie Feng’s family, as well as the Fire Scale Sword inherited by Duan Lang’s family.

However, compared to the Fire Kirin and Blood Bodhi, those three items were not worth much. Chu Yang had little interest in them.

What truly interested him were the Dragon Vein hidden deep within Lingyun Grotto, as well as a supreme art left behind by Wu Wudi, one of the Ten Strongest Warriors.

Invincible in All Directions!

Later in the story, Nie Feng would encounter a Qilin mural in Lingyun Grotto by chance and comprehend this supreme art from it. His combat strength would soar from the bottom of the ranks to the top tier in one leap.

But that wasn’t all Chu Yang wanted.

Invincible in All Directions originated from Wu Wudi’s core martial art, the Black Tortoise Divine Art. Chu Yang hoped to use this martial art to deduce the complete mysteries of the Black Tortoise Divine Art.

The Black Tortoise Divine Art encompassed countless martial arts techniques: saber, spear, sword, halberd, staff, fist, palm, leg, claw, and finger techniques were all included.

It was somewhat similar to the Nine Yin Manual in martial arts worlds, capable of improving a person’s martial arts attainments in every aspect.

It was extremely suitable for someone like Chu Yang, who mixed everything together. It could help him organize his other martial arts and fuse them into one.

This was one of the few top-tier martial arts Chu Yang could currently access. As for those even more heaven-defying than the Black Tortoise Divine Art, obtaining them would require much more thought and effort. He did not yet have the conditions for that.

After Chu Yang left, Nie Feng and Ming Yue also set out for the Underworld Society.

Compared to Ming Yue’s deep worries, Nie Feng appeared relatively relaxed on the road—perhaps even too relaxed.

This gave Ming Yue a bad feeling.

She realized that she had overlooked something extremely important!

Nie Feng was someone who valued emotions deeply. The years of kindness Xiong Ba had shown in raising him, and the bond between master and disciple, could not be erased by a few words from Chu Yang.

The worst possibility was that Nie Feng still harbored a trace of unrealistic hope.

At this thought, Ming Yue tightly hugged the Wushuang Sword in her arms.

The Leshan Giant Buddha was an extremely famous landmark. Even in ancient times, anyone could ask around and get detailed directions.

Chu Yang found Lingyun Grotto without much effort.

Because of the legends about the Fire Kirin, this place was usually deserted and very quiet. Yet Chu Yang heard movement at the entrance.

He looked closely.

Oh! It was an old acquaintance!

Duan Lang!

Duan Lang, who had been thoroughly beaten at the Ming family ancestral grave, had appeared at Lingyun Grotto for some unknown reason. Chu Yang felt that he might have come here for comfort.

Chu Yang followed Duan Lang into Lingyun Grotto.

The temperature inside the cave was clearly much higher than outside. Not long after entering, Duan Lang began constantly wiping away sweat.

Behind him, Chu Yang spread out his Observation Haki and searched for the Fire Kirin’s location.

It was very close to them!

Looking at the cautious Duan Lang ahead, Chu Yang’s lips curled upward. He suddenly appeared behind him and viciously kicked him in the ass.

"Ow!"

"Why is it you?!"

Duan Lang crashed face-first to the ground. The instant he turned around and saw Chu Yang, he cried out in utter horror.

Chu Yang sneered and quietly withdrew.

Not long afterward.

Scorching red light illuminated the cave, and waves of heat came rushing in.

Duan Lang’s face turned deathly pale.

"Fire Kirin…"

Only after falling into this desperate situation did Duan Lang understand why Chu Yang had suddenly appeared: he wanted to use him to lure out the Fire Kirin.

"This man is so vicious!"

Duan Lang climbed to his feet and ran desperately toward the cave exit, snarling with a twisted expression.

He had completely forgotten that when he and Dugu Yifang had tried to kill his friend Nie Feng, they had been a hundred times more vicious than Chu Yang.

The Fire Kirin’s roar drew closer and closer, as if it were right beside his ear.

At that moment, Duan Lang felt as if his heart were about to leap from his throat. The enormous shadow of death covered his heart. His eyes turned bloodshot as he cried and laughed at once, growing more and more insane.

After running for who knew how long, Duan Lang faintly saw the sparse light outside Lingyun Grotto. His eyes flashed with the relief of having survived a disaster.

Just then.

A burning aura surged toward him from behind, making Duan Lang feel as though he had fallen into molten lava. Then a sharp pain erupted from his shoulder.

"No! Don’t!"

Duan Lang stretched out his hand desperately, as if trying to seize the light beyond Lingyun Grotto.

The Fire Kirin gave a fierce tug, dragging him back into Lingyun Grotto. He moved farther and farther away from that sliver of light. In Duan Lang’s eyes, the flames became the deepest darkness.

The entire cave echoed with the Fire Kirin’s roar and Duan Lang’s screams.

Chu Yang followed at an unhurried pace.

Duan Lang had to die here today!

If he was allowed to leave, he would sooner or later make Nie Feng’s life miserable, and Ming Yue would never be able to live peacefully.

If not for his consideration for Nie Feng and Ming Yue, Chu Yang would have wanted to kill Bu Jingyun too and eliminate an unknown variable.

"Now that this matter is settled, I can consider the debt of saving their lives repaid."

Listening to Duan Lang’s increasingly faint voice, Chu Yang shook his head and slowly walked toward the Fire Kirin, which was killing with wild abandon.

The moment the Fire Kirin noticed Chu Yang, Chu Yang directly unleashed an Avada Kedavra, striking the Fire Kirin with perfect accuracy.

Magic Power from another world frantically devoured the divine beast’s life force. The Fire Kirin staggered and swayed through the cave, yet it did not die immediately!

"As expected of one of the Four Auspicious Beasts. It truly cannot be compared to cheap imitations."

Chu Yang’s eyes showed admiration. Without hesitation, he fired several more Killing Curses. This time, not even the heavens could save it.

Sure enough.

The Fire Kirin immediately collapsed stiffly to the ground, its eyes still filled with hatred for Chu Yang.

Its death was far too frustrating!

It would rather battle a powerful enemy for hundreds of rounds and die from exhaustion than perish in such a baffling way.

As long as the true essence of the Four Auspicious Beasts remained undestroyed and their corpses still existed, they could revive given enough time.

When they met again in the future, the Fire Kirin would fight Chu Yang to the death no matter what.

Chu Yang sensed the Fire Kirin’s thoughts and smiled. "When we meet again, feel free to come seek revenge on me."

He did not intend to kill the Fire Kirin completely just yet. At the very least, he needed to enjoy its Kirin Blood for a while.

Once Kirin Blood no longer had any effect on him, he would return to take the Fire Kirin’s true essence. That would be maximizing his gains.

The Fire Kirin’s pupils dimmed, and its life force was completely extinguished.

Duan Lang’s corpse lay beside its feet, now burned beyond recognition by the flames.

With a Fireball Spell, Chu Yang burned him cleanly away, as though he had never existed in this world.

Carrying the Fire Kirin’s body on his shoulder, Chu Yang headed deeper into Lingyun Grotto, continuously collecting the Blood Bodhi scattered along the way.

Until he arrived at an area with a deep pool.

Chu Yang stopped.

Kirin Blood was extremely hot, and Chu Yang was worried it might start a fire outside, so he chose this place.

This was also where Nie Feng had once fought the Fire Kirin.

Chu Yang stripped naked and took a bath. Then, using Magic Power, he dragged the Fire Kirin into the air and cut open its neck.

Golden Kirin Blood dripped down and gathered into a column, pouring over Chu Yang’s body. The high temperature in the blood instantly turned his skin red and even gave him a slight burning sensation!

"With my physique, Kirin Blood can actually burn my skin. Not bad at all."

Surging power wrapped around Chu Yang’s entire body like seawater, entering him in the most brutal fashion.

Scalding and intense!

Chu Yang’s physical body grew stronger at a terrifying speed!

"If Kirin Blood is already this powerful, the blood of the other three Auspicious Beasts shouldn’t be much worse."

"Dragon Blood and Phoenix Blood are both connected to Di Shitian. That old pervert’s whereabouts are unknown, so he won’t be easy to find."

"As for the Dragon Turtle, I’ll have to find Xiao Sanxiao. That old fellow is even more troublesome than Di Shitian, and even harder to find."

"Xiao Sanxiao’s martial arts are no less valuable than the Dragon Turtle’s spiritual blood…"

"In Wind and Cloud, there are monsters who have lived for thousands of years everywhere, and they all love running around. Can’t they just stay in one place and let me take them all in one sweep?"

After letting his thoughts wander for quite a while, the Kirin Blood gradually dried up. Not a single drop was wasted; it had all been absorbed into Chu Yang’s body.

His entire body now radiated intense heat, and even the pool water around him showed signs of boiling.

Chu Yang struck while the iron was hot and stuffed a handful of Blood Bodhi into his mouth.

With the support of Blood Bodhi and Kirin Blood, he began trying to push all of his martial arts to the realm of great perfection.

Most important of all was the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill.

A single day in the mountains, a thousand years in the world.

His martial arts mastery improved at a cheat-like pace, and Chu Yang became so absorbed that he could not pull himself away. Yet this training session lasted half a month.

"If I keep training, the grass on Ming Yue’s grave will be growing by now. Better stop for a while first!"

Chu Yang reluctantly stopped.

By then, most of his martial arts had reached perfection, while the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill had advanced by an entire major realm, reaching the unprecedented and unsurpassable eleventh level.

In the end, it was still a little lacking.

But Chu Yang was extremely satisfied with the effects displayed by the eleventh level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill.

For some unknown reason,

the actual increase in strength from the eleventh level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill was far greater than what the manual described.

It was not the strength of eleven dragons and eleven elephants at all, but a full doubling of that!

The strength of twenty dragons and twenty elephants!

The final three levels of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill had always existed only in legend. Apart from the Golden Wheel Monk, no one had cultivated it to the tenth level, let alone beyond that.

Chu Yang was the first.

Therefore, there was no definitive answer as to what the final three levels were like. Perhaps not even the theoretical creator of this technique knew.

All in all, it was an unexpected delight.

To ensure that nothing happened to the Fire Kirin’s corpse, Chu Yang sank it into a deep pool and waited for it to revive at full health on its own.

As for whether it would drown to death, that had nothing to do with him, Chu.

After finishing these matters, Chu Yang continued exploring Lingyun Grotto. The Dragon Vein could wait, but he had to find the Qilin mural.

The sooner he obtained Invincible in All Directions, the more time Chu Yang would have to comprehend it.

The interior of Lingyun Grotto twisted and branched in every direction. Finding something in earnest still took time. Chu Yang searched for three whole days before he found the Qilin mural Nie Feng had seen.

It depicted the origins of the grudge between the Qilin Demon and the Peerless Sword, concealing the essence of Invincible in All Directions.

Chu Yang sat down cross-legged and studied it carefully. After a long while, he gradually began to discern its mysteries.