Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 419 - 263: Catch Them Off Guard! Immortal Crane Divine Needle! Fire! (Requesting Subscriptions)_2

Chapter 419: Chapter 263: Catch Them Off Guard! Immortal Crane Divine Needle! Fire! (Requesting Subscriptions)_2

Clearly, the punishment at Mingyu Palace was so cruel that Qing did not wish to elaborate on it.

"We have arrived."

After passing through at least six long corridors and taking several turns, the three stopped at a spacious courtyard.

The courtyard was full of exotic flowers and rare stones, with a prostrate pine tree lying above a clear pond, creating a scene full of artistic conception.

"The master is waiting for you inside," said Qing.

Her words had barely faded when a woman’s voice came from inside—"Let them in. Without my command, no one is allowed into this courtyard."

"Yes."

Qing respectfully took her leave.

Murong and Duan Yun exchanged glances. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

"Without my command, no one is allowed into this courtyard." These words undoubtedly represented their opportunity.

If they were to take down this "insult as an art form" elder later on, as long as the commotion wasn’t too great, they might avoid alerting anyone else.

After all, not just anyone could enter this courtyard.

The thought of obtaining clues about Ning Qing and Ziyu, and possibly even meeting them, especially Ning Qing, made Murong restless.

Ning Qing was his world.

These days, though he seemed fine on the surface, he had felt as if the sky had fallen.

Not many could understand his true love that defied even death.

The wooden door in front of them was getting closer, and Murong could not help but feel nervous.

They had come in as "civilians" and naturally could not carry weapons. Honestly, he felt somewhat uneasy and less confident without the Green Moon Saber in hand.

Duan Yun, the Dual Masters of Sword and Saber, was also empty-handed.

Yet confidence shone in his eyes.

Without the Electromagnetic Sword Field, he could handle the Palace Master of Mingyu Palace; without sword and saber, he could still take on Mingyu Palace’s elder.

Besides being the Dual Masters of Sword and Saber, his fist and finger techniques were also supreme, not to mention the Breaking Body Sword Energy that could replace weapons.

Murong pushed open the door, and the two walked in.

Duan Yun, following suit, closed the door and even stealthily bolted it.

The room was not wide, but it was very deep, with walls painted in black, creating an illusion of being inside a coffin.

"Come over."

At the deep end of the room, two lamp stands burned with four rows of lights.

The lights shone upon a rather solid-looking figure.

That must be the elder Yang Li.

Although she was dressed in a light and elegant gown, Murong and Duan Yun could tell at a glance that she was solidly built and had a round face.

Indeed, after seeing many women, one could make such guesses even from a silhouette.

Now, elder Yang Li turned around.

Sure enough, as they had expected, she was not beautiful, one might even say ordinary.

However, a nimble light flickered in her eyes, a trait not just of profound inner strength but also of confidence.

A white kerchief was wrapped around her head, a fashion unknown to them.

Here, they could see a painting hanging on the wall to her right.

A "White Tiger Beauty" painting.

Murong recognized it at once—it was his work, the one he had given to Mrs. Fu.

Yang Li looked at Murong and Duan Yun, asking: "Have you made any progress in your understanding these past few days?"

Murong nodded, "Replying to the elder, yes."

"Then show me, without any reservation," said Yang Li.

Murong’s face tightened; he hesitated whether to strike now or not.

If he were to suddenly unseal his Dantian during the demonstration, he might catch this old woman off guard.

Murong respectfully made a bow and began to demonstrate the concept of the White Tiger.

He did not use True Qi, but kept expressing the concepts he had comprehended.

The candlelight flickered, but not intensely.

Yet the atmosphere in the room began to change.

Concept is a mystical level in martial arts, wherein some strange people in the Martial World would practice only one move from childhood to adulthood—this one move might not be anything special, but it would allow them to dominate the Martial World, as these individuals, through years of practice, return to simplicity and gradually reach the level of concept.

Three types of moves were successively used by Murong, each representing a concept that was gradually taking shape.

Yang Li had asked for his full display without reservation, so he held nothing back.

He knew that in front of a master like this, feigning incompetence would not work.

And only by garnering this old dame’s attention could they have a better chance to sneak attack.

Three types of concepts gradually merged into one, like the overlapping shadows of the characters on a stele.

"White Tiger!"

"Roar!"

A cat-like tiger’s roar echoed, and Murong struck out with a palm.

Dust particles drifted through the air, making the candlelight flicker a few times, though not violently.

But Yang Li’s eyes were already wide open.

When that palm strike was launched, it was just normal strength, yet the intent behind it was very sufficient.

Yang Li was clearly aware that this was due to Duanmu Rong’s lack of True Qi.

If she were to perform this strike, its power would undoubtedly be extraordinary.

Although it couldn’t compare to her Mingyu Palm that she had practiced for decades, it was sufficient to show great potential for the future.

She knew all too well that her Mingyu Palm couldn’t break through any further, but this White Tiger-style palm technique carried boundless potential.

Is this what a Cultivation Technique of a top-tier Martial Artist looks like?

At this moment, she suddenly asked, "Will there be any changes to your body if you practice like this?"

Murong replied with an earnest face, "There haven’t been any changes."

In reality, he was lying; even without using True Qi, he had shed some hair just now.

But the hair was inside his trousers, who would know?

"How many times do you practice a day?" Yang Li asked.

"Between twenty to thirty times," Murong replied.

Under the candlelight, Yang Li’s expression became uncertain.

Murong couldn’t help but feel tense all of a sudden.

Was it because he practiced too little, annoying this demanding old lady?

Or did she discover I was lying?

At this moment, Yang Li suddenly tore off her headscarf, revealing the top of her head.

At that instant, both Murong and Duan Yun squinted their eyes.

The candlelight just so happened to shine on the head of elder Yang Li, making it rather luminous.

What the fuck, this old lady is bald!

The hair around the periphery was still there, but the top was bald; under the reflection of the candlelight, it looked quite terrifying.

This reminded Duan Yun of Qiu Qianchi, who climbed out from the bottom of a valley in a TV show from his previous life.

Yang Li fixed her gaze on Murong and said, "Tell me in detail, how did you cultivate this intent?"

Murong was startled.

He truly hadn’t expected this old lady’s condition to be worse than his.

Had it started on the bottom and now moved to the top?

So Murong shared his cultivation process, this time spilling everything.

Transmitting cultivation, I, Murong, am a professional.

After listening to Murong’s words, elder Yang Li’s face darkened even more.

She was originally not good-looking, but with this hairstyle, it was enough to be called scary; coupled with her sour facial expression, in the eyes of Duan Yun and Murong, who both valued beauty, it was almost akin to seeing a ghost.

For a moment, Murong, thinking of his own dashing appearance, couldn’t help feeling more confident.

Yang Li threw her headscarf to the ground and couldn’t help but question, "Why? The same cultivation method, you don’t lose hair, but I do."

Murong revealed a puzzled expression.

He really didn’t understand.

How would this White Tiger Cultivation Technique evolve once spread, he truly had no clue.

"Why? You two are so ugly, and don’t lose hair, yet I, being so good-looking, end up losing hair?" Yang Li said earnestly.

Upon hearing this, the hair on Duan Yun and Murong’s backs all stood on end.

How could this ordinary woman be so confident!

We’re called ugly and you’re considered good-looking?

Even blind people wouldn’t agree!

Suddenly, Yang Li turned to Murong, her expression crazy, "No, did you lie?"

"I, I didn’t," Murong said, slightly nervous.

At this moment, Duan Yun and he were ready to strike.

"Take off your pants," Yang Li said.

"Huh?"

"I told you to take off your pants!" Yang Li ordered.

Murong replied, "Elder, I really didn’t."

"But, if you don’t believe me, the disciple will prove it to you."

His expression seemed a bit embarrassed and hesitant, yet his pants came off incredibly swiftly, even somewhat abruptly.

And so, his hair and bird suddenly burst into Yang Li’s line of sight with a fierce visual impact, shocking her so much that her eyes widened in a daze.

But while she was in a daze that moment, the sound of a crane’s cry had already risen.

Immortal Crane Divine Needle!

Launched!

This is the Young Hero’s cooperative tooth!

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