Jujutsu: Eight Magical Skills At The Beginning, Admission Is A Special Level

Chapter 62: I Have a Younger Sister

Hu San's face showed no concern, but his heart was filled with waves and storms. It was fortunate that only the spiritual veins of Eastern Qi County had collapsed. If there were more formations like this...

Without spiritual veins and immortal mountains, cultivators would either seize territory from others or relocate their sects from Wu Zhou. Either way, it would lead to constant conflicts within and outside of Wu Zhou.

Hu San knew the current situation in Wu Zhou very well. On the surface, it seemed calm, but in reality, it was chaotic due to internal struggles. If they were to encounter a natural disaster like the collapse of spiritual veins, coupled with organized and premeditated acts of violence, the result was self-evident. Qing Qian was a lesson from the past.

Hu San's scalp tingled as he suppressed his fear and asked, "Zhao Sect Master, how many Dragon Trapping Formations does Qing Qian still control?"

"Guess!" Zhao Xiayang replied.

"... "

Lu Bei took a deep breath and snapped out of his shock. People's joys and sorrows were different. While Hu San worried about the potential danger to Wu Zhou, he was concerned about the legacy left by his master.

He remembered clearly that when he first explored the ruins, there was a sentence in Mo Buxio's letter that said the ruins wouldn't be discovered for two hundred years unless there was a disaster like the collapse of spiritual veins.

At that time, he thought Mo Buxio had made a mistake and even chuckled.

Now it seemed that it wasn't Mo Buxio who made the mistake, but rather he was too accurate. The collapse of the spiritual veins in Eastern Sun County, where the ruins were located, was the result of She Xuan's accidental encounter with a blind snake.

But that wasn't the main point. Mo Buxio left behind three bronze boxes, and Lu Bei had already opened one ahead of time using the map. The remaining two boxes couldn't be opened due to insufficient cultivation. If these two ruins were discovered early because of the collapse of spiritual veins...

Damn it, he would be in trouble!

Lu Bei glared at Zhao Xiayang with killing intent and said, "Qing Qian remnants, your crimes are heinous, you deserve to die!"

Hu San's spirits lifted as he looked at Lu Bei with admiration. He had a thick face, was cunning and suspicious, and never stopped striving for the country. He was a good seedling. If he could deceive his way into the Profound Moon Department and be cultivated for a few years, he would definitely become a capable warrior.

This was what his mother called a "left arm and right arm." Finally, he had found it!

With this thought, his former left arm and right arm, Chu He, immediately lost its appeal.

"What a despicable Qing Qian remnant. Zhao Xiayang, here is your head if you want it." Zhao Xiayang covered his bleeding wound, spread his arms, and provocatively posed as if asking for a silver bracelet.

Lu Bei didn't know where Zhao Xiayang's confidence came from, and Hu San didn't know either. The two remained silent, determined to wait for the other to make a move. The long-silent members of the Profound Moon Department couldn't hold back any longer. With Chu He's nod of approval, they swung their long knives and attacked the disciples of Clear Water Gate.

The battle resumed, and the disciples of Clear Water Gate refused to be slaughtered. When the two sides clashed, the sword and knife lights...

Disappeared in an instant.

A shocking scene unfolded. The ice-blue spiritual veins crisscrossed within the stone formation. They were originally dormant, but for some reason, they suddenly erupted.

Blue tentacles, resembling electric lights, shot out and swept away the sword and knife lights. Not only that, anyone who used their mana in the area couldn't escape. The tentacles lightly pulled on their bodies, causing them to disintegrate into ashes.

In the blink of an eye, without a sound, more than half of the people in the field were scattered by the wind. Those who were slower or those like Lu Bei who hadn't made a move yet, looked on in horror as a large amount of ashes rose into the air.

"Beautiful, this scene is truly breathtaking," Zhao Xiayang applauded. Disappointed that he didn't trap Hu San, he said, "I forgot to mention that the collapse of spiritual veins is not an instant occurrence. The Dragon Trapping Formation is still in operation. As for the missing spiritual energy... I can only say that the Dragon Trapping Formation is very hungry, extremely hungry. If you don't want to become food for the earth dragon, it's best not to use your cultivation mana."

All things in nature nourish humans, but humans have nothing to repay the heavens. What was taken before must be returned now.

"Despicable! I have never seen such a shameless person like you!" Hu San cursed loudly. As he spoke, he took off his Universe Bag and stripped off his clothes, leaving only his underwear.

When traveling the world, one must always be cautious. The clothes on his body and the Universe Bag contained traps. If he didn't take them off now, it would be too late when the spiritual veins attacked.

Lu Bei watched in astonishment. What a good lesson for a young man to learn how to protect himself when he's away from home. Even if he was imprisoned, he couldn't let the enchanting women, witches, and fairies taste the sweetness. He felt that he had learned something.

The disciples of Clear Water Gate couldn't believe their eyes as they looked at their Sect Master. They knew that Zhao Xiayang had concealed the truth in order to lure the Profound Moon Department into a trap. But so many loyal and devoted senior brothers and sisters had fallen victim to Zhao Xiayang's plan...

They were all close friends and relatives!

The death of a rabbit brings sorrow to the fox. The disciples of Clear Water Gate have complex thoughts, feeling disappointed or lost, unable to express their discomfort.

Zhao Xiayang pays no attention to them at all. His only task in establishing Clear Water Gate has always been to wait for the opportunity to activate the Dragon Trap Formation, overthrow the spiritual veins of Eastern Qi County, and destroy the foundation of the local cultivators. Once the great achievement is accomplished, Qingqian can rise up and restore the country.

To him, the disciples of Clear Water Gate are merely tools to conceal his identity, no longer valuable. He doesn't care about their feelings, whether they are sad or happy, it doesn't matter to him.

"Let's start with you!"

Zhao Xiayang strides towards Hu San, his Qi Absorption transforming into sword energy, surging with abundant blood qi, causing his muscles to swell and leaving deep footprints with each step.

A purple aura rushes over, covering the sky and obscuring Lu Bei's face. His eyes twitch, retracting his previous words. Damn Hu San, he doesn't know if he can switch sides in time.

He pushes Hu San with his hand, "Go, as you said, taking his life is as easy as turning over your hand."

"Gudong!"

Hu San swallows his saliva and smiles awkwardly, "Brother, to be honest, I have a sister, graceful in figure and even more beautiful than me. She is currently staying at home."

Disgusting!

Lu Bei's face is full of disdain, and as someone who avoids women, he immediately retreats three meters away.

Indeed, because of the collapse of the spiritual veins, the treasures left by Mo Buxio may be picked up by others. This grudge is irreconcilable, and he wishes to kill every last remnant of Qingqian. But revenge requires strength. In the Dragon Trap Formation, he cannot use his mana, nor can he open his Universe Bag. Any movement would result in annihilation. Not only can he not use the "Blood Nest" and "Backtrack" as his trump cards, he can't even use ordinary attack skills like "Dark Tide" that rely on accumulating energy and critical strikes.

Having superior basic attributes compared to cultivators of the same realm does not mean he can suppress those who cultivate the Core Incubation Realm. Zhao Xiayang also has excellent basic attributes and the ability to turn Qi into a sword. Will he risk his life?

At this moment, even if Hu San has a beautiful sister, even if his whole family is present, all of them charming and enchanting, Lu Bei's principles remain unchanged. If he doesn't get close to women, he won't get close to women.

"Don't panic, my brother, you will still be the support this time."

Hu San uses his Qi to transmit his voice, "I will hold Zhao Xiayang back. The Dragon Trap Formation is still operating and won't stop for at least ten years. Take the opportunity to destroy the eye of the formation. Today, whether you live or die depends on you."

Lu Bei coldly snorts and loudly replies, "Daydreaming. Ding is someone who fears death and only seeks to survive in this world. If you want to break the formation, find someone else!"

After saying that, he turns around and walks away, swiftly entering the stone passage behind him.

Hu San's mouth twitches, he lowers his head and curses incessantly. Seeing Zhao Xiayang approaching with a sinister smile, he immediately turns fierce and points his finger like a sword at his heart.

"Puchi!"

Hu San spits out blood, his muscles bulging all over his body. He doesn't know what forbidden technique he used, but his blood flows faster, and his heart beats like a drum. His whole body turns red, his delicate body swells to a height of two meters, and red blood qi evaporates from his pores, resembling a fierce ghost in a sea of blood, completely different from his previous beautiful appearance.

"Chu He, I will hold Zhao Xiayang back. Quickly go and destroy the eye of the formation!"

Hu San shouts loudly, stepping forward with his fist directly aimed at Zhao Xiayang's face. The red steam drags behind him, and his speed is not much slower than Zhao Xiayang going all out.

"What a blood-burning technique, admirable morale. Zhao wants to see how much blood you have to burn!" Zhao Xiayang sneers, his five fingers forming a fist, responding to Hu San with a straight punch.

Boom!

A huge wave of energy rages, accompanied by sharp sonic booms that reverberate throughout the area. The disciples of Clear Water Gate in the distance all open their mouths wide, their eyes rolling back like dehydrated fish that have been punched in the head after being brought ashore.

Chu He receives the order, shaking his body awake, and immediately leads the remaining four scouts from the Profound Moon Department straight towards the position of the formation's eye.

Around them, the disciples of Clear Water Gate gradually regain consciousness. Some of them have complex expressions and lower their heads without stopping or making a sound. There are still some who remain loyal to Zhao Xiayang, drawing their swords and attacking.

On Hu San's side, his blood-burning technique brings about a powerful outbreak. For a while, he and Zhao Xiayang fight evenly, causing chaos and destruction wherever they go. The residual shockwaves alone cause extensive damage.

But anyone with discerning eyes can see that Zhao Xiayang is in control, playing with Hu San like a cat playing with a mouse, still having plenty of energy left. Hu San won't be able to hold on for long before his body burns dry of blood, and his defeat is already certain.

In a corner, Lu Bei peeks out, squinting his eyes as he stares at the eye of the Dragon Trap Formation.

(End of this chapter)