The Eternal Way-Chapter 88: Underhanded Tactics

Bao Dun was in his room, stroking the golden-furred rat.

"The golden aura entered the room and hasn't moved. Is it asleep?" Bao Dun pondered as he sensed the aura.

Could it be that he left the weapon in the room and fled?

Not likely.

For a martial artist, a weapon is like a second life.

Thus, after seeing this person, Bao Dun didn't rashly ask for the saber.

After all, for a martial artist, a weapon is extremely important. Asking for it would be as offensive as asking someone to give away their wife.

But Bao Dun also didn't want to let go of that saber.

"Such pure golden aura, with residual killing intent attached, it's truly a great tonic," he said, stroking the rat's fur, drooling at the thought.

His cultivation method involved training this golden-furred rat.

First, he practiced martial arts to cultivate his own internal energy, then mixed and refined the golden aura with his internal energy, feeding it to the rat.

The stronger the Gold-Seeking Rat became, the stronger he grew. Once the rat underwent a transformation, he could obtain an external incarnation—a natural beast of metal element—while retaining his human form, reaching the Seventh Rank.

It was indeed an extraordinary method.

That's why he joined the Boshan Sect, practicing martial arts while searching for sufficient golden aura to feed the rat.

Ordinary metals contained too little golden aura, even gold wasn't abundant enough.

At least, it needed to be refined steel or directly a ranked magical weapon or heavenly treasure of the metal element to be useful.

Therefore, he couldn't possibly let go of that Ninth-Rank long saber.

"If this young man is sleeping, that's good. I'll sneak over and kill him when it's midnight."

"If he isn't sleeping, I'll finish it quickly. The Gold-Seeking Rat can counteract metal-element weapons. In a surprise attack, he definitely won't be my match."

"If he chooses to abandon the saber and come... even better. A martial artist without a weapon is easy prey."

Bao Dun planned out various scenarios, feeling confident about the outcome.

Moreover, the other party was very young, perhaps not thinking deeply enough, simply going to sleep was quite normal.

This young man came from a hauler gang, might have encountered a master by luck, but probably didn't consider things thoroughly, unlike an experienced veteran like himself.

Could his martial arts cultivation be fake?

Impossible.

The other's aura was long and steady, blood full of vitality, clearly indicating refined organs, and the refinement technique was exquisite, leaving no side effects or impurities. The Ninth Rank absolutely couldn't achieve this.

He excelled at observing golden aura; the lungs govern metal, so he could see lung qi. This young man's lung qi was long and sharp, indicating an extraordinary refinement technique, undoubtedly done by a senior master, not by himself.

He must be a Ninth-Rank martial artist.

Any martial artist would be completely restrained by him because martial arts inevitably involve using weapons.

So-called fist techniques and leg techniques are merely preparatory steps for weapon mastery. Martial arts techniques always involve weapons.

He had seen many martial arts sects, some claiming to specialize in fist techniques, but actually, spear techniques were the core. Without the spear, their strength would be halved.

Thus, he felt very confident.

A Ninth-Rank martial artist was easily within his grasp.

He just needed to confirm the situation before making his move.

Thinking this, he vigilantly monitored all golden aura around him, especially focusing on the long saber's aura.

Suddenly, he felt something was off.

"Hmm? There's noise downstairs? What's happening?"

In the lower levels of the pleasure boat, he sensed chaotic golden aura movements. Were the disciples drunk and fighting for fun, comparing their skills?

"Now is not the time for such antics!" He shook his head, preparing to go downstairs to scold the disciples.

Bao Dun didn't suspect that the Ninth-Rank martial artist had come.

He knew well the capabilities of martial artists. If the other party really came unarmed and fought with the disciples below, although the disciples wouldn't win, the commotion would be significant, not like now, where it seemed like mere practice, barely any noise.

This conclusion came from sensing the golden aura.

Opening the door, walking into the corridor, there was no one around.

Normal. The Boshan Sect's cultivation method required abstinence. Not lifelong abstinence, but during practice periods, they mustn't release their essence, otherwise, it would be wasted. About two-thirds of the year was dedicated to practice, only winter allowed rest.

Now was spring, fearing the young disciples' fiery tempers, he had cleared the pleasure boat, reserving it exclusively, with only the kitchen staff remaining.

Arriving on the second floor, opening the door and stepping inside, he instantly bristled like a porcupine! Golden aura surged, shattering the surrounding floor tiles into pieces!

Without hesitation, he grabbed the Gold-Seeking Rat, activating all his internal energy and golden aura, transforming it into invisible blades sweeping in all directions!

Within a three-zhang radius, everything was shattered!

Because he saw dozens of corpses laid out across the entire second floor.

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No, no external injuries, these people died with blood flowing from their seven orifices.

Was it damage to their souls? Or something else?

What kind of cultivation method could harm the soul? Curses? Or Daoist soul-capturing techniques?

But none of that mattered.

The trouble was huge!

With this burst of golden aura, he could guarantee no one within the Ninth Rank could approach him.

The surrounding golden aura was like constantly flying razors, though not as powerful as the initial burst, it persisted, its power non-negligible.

His confidence against martial artists lay not only in his ability to counteract golden aura but also in the fact that martial artists often needed close combat. Once entering his three-zhang range, they would surely suffer severe injuries.

But now, this three-zang golden aura domain gave him no peace of mind.

The ground shattered, he fell from the second floor to the first, the golden aura domain scraping the floorboards, producing a rasping sound, continuously cutting through planks, slicing tools, and tearing fabrics. Everything nearby was exposed.

Where? Where?

That thing capable of harming souls! Where?!

Where exactly?

Who? That Li surname Ninth-Rank martial artist? Was he not a martial artist? Impossible!

He was clearly a Ninth-Rank martial artist, no doubt about it!

Raising his guard tenfold, he held the Gold-Seeking Rat, which represented half his cultivation, searching for any possible enemy.

Golden aura... yes, it's golden aura!

That Li surname person had exceptionally refined lungs, his breath must contain pure lung qi, which governs metal, and he could faintly sense it!

Yes, look for this.

All attention focused on finding the lung qi in breaths.

Found it!

He sensed a slight lung qi, turning towards that direction.

There, a bloody head was thrown into the air, eyes bulging, almost popping out.

At the same time, from behind, a whip sliced through the air.