Cultivation Begins with Skill Points-Chapter 138: Case Solved

The case is solved.

Yan Changfeng’s attacks were full of bravado, hitting flesh directly, mainly because he couldn’t use Qi Refining Martial Techniques, only ordinary martial arts.

Zhong Lin actually believed that this was his fighting style.

Yan Changfeng’s expression changed, and Zhong Lin was right; he indeed did not know Qi Refining Martial Techniques.

This is the flaw of small sects; without Martial Arts inheritance, even if one becomes a Third Grade Martial Artist by chance, their attack methods are just ordinary martial skills, and their use of inner breath is rough.

"Dragon Subduing Palm."

Zhong Lin’s right hand formed a palm and struck out.

"Roar!"

A dragon-shaped energy burst out from his palm, emitting a dragon’s roar in the air, shaking the listener’s spirit.

Zhong Lin struck several palms consecutively, this Hand Skill was extremely yang and strong, with a leverage in force techniques, each palm stronger than the last.

The dragon’s roar soared into the nine heavens, swallowing clouds and mists.

Rumble!

Yan Changfeng’s face changed dramatically, crossing his arms in front of his chest, frantically circulating the inner breath within his dantian.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Yan Changfeng was directly sent flying.

"Now!"

Zhong Lin leaped up suddenly, unsheathing the long sword in his hand, using the falling momentum to strike at Yan Changfeng’s head.

"Flying Dragon Slash."

The long sword descended from the sky, creating sonic booms, breaking through Yan Changfeng’s Inner Breath Shield, and slashing at his chest.

"This is impossible," Yan Changfeng shouted in horror.

Crackling sounds!

The speed of the "Flying Dragon Slash" was as fast as thunder, truly like a streak of starlight shooting, reaching Yan Changfeng in the blink of an eye.

In panic, Yan Changfeng vibrated his inner breath again, enveloping himself in a silver-white light sphere, attempting to repel Zhong Lin’s sword.

But it was futile.

Pop!

The Light Shield trembled, and Yan Changfeng was shaken by a powerful force, his Qi-Blood surging, as the silver light shattered and then contracted like a tide, forcibly broken open.

"Slash!"

"Wow~"

A sword slashed at Yan Changfeng’s chest, the sword light breaking through his body, ribs severed, and internal organs faintly visible.

Yan Changfeng’s aura weakened instantly, his face pale, a sense of despair rising in his heart.

"Don’t kill me, I am willing to hand over the mystical flower (玄冰花)."

Yan Changfeng shouted loudly, enduring the injuries on his body.

Swoosh!

A gust of wind suddenly struck from afar, hitting the center of Yan Changfeng’s brow, instantly creating a bloody hole, with blood mixed with cerebral matter flowing out.

Gu Xiaofeng stepped forward, saying in a deep voice, "Pill Master Zhong, this Yan Changfeng is treacherous and untrustworthy."

Zhong Lin’s eyes coldly stared at Gu Xiaofeng, a murderous intent rising in his heart.

Gu Xiaofeng suddenly felt his whole body stiffen, as if being stared at by a fierce wolf, cold sweat layering on his back, a sense of fear rising in his heart.

"Pill... Pill Master Zhong, I..."

"This must not happen again."

Zhong Lin withdrew his aura and said coldly.

At this point, Gu Xiaofeng’s heart thumped wildly, a sense of regret rising in his heart, and his view of Zhong Lin was now filled with endless awe, no longer looking at him as an equal.

The person before him was not a mere boy who could be deceived at will, but a genuine fierce tiger.

"Hurry and find the mystical flower?"

"Pill Master Zhong, please wait."

Gu Xiaofeng dared not delay, promptly leading Zhong Lin towards the back mountain of Qingling Mountain.

He had long familiarized himself with the location of the mystical flower, even planning to be a thief to steal it, but unfortunately, he was repelled by Yan Changfeng.

Soon, the two arrived at a cave on the back mountain.

Entering with steps, the cave was extremely empty, long, and deep, in front was a long stone-walled passage, filled with rolling cold air, just contact made one feel frozen, as if encountering the legendary underworld.

Zhong Lin and the others quickly circulated inner breath to block the cold air.

This passage was very dark, with not a bit of light penetrating, deep into the mountain’s interior, extending for dozens of miles.

After walking a full hour, the deeper it went the heavier the cold, even the hair of the two was covered with white frost.

After several hundred more steps, suddenly it opened up, and they seemed to have entered a world of ice.

The enormous mountain interior was actually hollow, the climate extraordinarily frigid, everywhere was snow-bound and icy, with fierce winds raging, its source unknown, all around was a vast white, as if reaching the extreme cold of the earth.

"So cold."

Gu Xiaofeng shivered instinctively, as if both his soul and body were about to freeze.

Zhong Lin was slightly better, with inner breath wildly circulating in his body, quickly dispelling the cold from his frozen body.

Before them were massive ice pillars, shooting up like mountains, crystal clear, displaying the wonders of creation.

The ice pillars numbered in the thousands, seemingly supporting the entire hollow mountain, preventing collapse.

"Pill Master Zhong, look."

Gu Xiaofeng suddenly pointed to a huge ice platform in the distance.

The ice platform was as tall as a person, with a large pit in the middle, containing a white liquid.

Just glancing at it made one aware that this liquid was not ordinary, after all, in such a freezing environment everything would be frozen, how could liquid exist?

Zhong Lin stepped forward, feeling a power of extreme cold emanating from the ice platform before even approaching.

This power he had never felt before, nor ever imagined.

The cold air surged, spreading through the air to his body, reaching his chest and whole body, as if in the blink of an eye a thin layer of frost appeared on Zhong Lin’s body.

Zhong Lin was extremely shocked, rapidly circulating the "Flying Spirit Sword Scripture," yet suddenly discovered the cold’s power far exceeded his expectations, and as his body froze, it invaded his insides.

Now his internal circulation speed had greatly decreased, and the cold continued to spread quickly, seemingly affecting his thinking ability as well.

Zhong Lin’s mind surged, with a thought, the internal circulation route suddenly changed, showing a red glow on his once-pale face.

At the same time, a burst of heat surged from Zhong Lin’s body, making the frost dissipate under the heat.

It was the "Fiery Sun Heart Scripture."

Zhong Lin had already inscribed the "Fiery Sun Heart Scripture" on the System Panel, mastering it fully, knowing the circulation route thoroughly, though he hadn’t practiced it.

With the operation of the "Fiery Sun Heart Scripture," the frozen sensation on Zhong Lin disappeared, and even the headache was gone.

He grabbed the already frozen stiff Gu Xiaofeng beside him, infusing inner breath, moments later Gu Xiaofeng staggered back with a face full of terror.

"What kind of ghostly thing is this?" Gu Xiaofeng shouted loudly.

Though outside of the freezing range, having no internal issues, Gu Xiaofeng’s exterior was still covered in a layer of white frost, making the twitch of his mouth strangely eerie.