coobybook Chapter 719 Crisis (6)
Chapter 719 Crisis (6)
Chapter 719 Crisis (Part Six)
Han Yi became interested in Sun Wuya the moment he saw him.
His footwork, moves, and power... he clearly displayed the demeanor of a martial arts master.
Strangely, Han Yi discovered an aura on this person that was all too familiar.
The aura seemed to be suppressed by some kind of secret technique, with barely any fluctuations, almost negligible.
But even from such a slight fluctuation, Han Yi noticed something was wrong.
That was clearly the demonic energy he knew all too well, the kind he had absorbed countless times.
That's the demonic aura that only appears on demons.
No matter how you look at it, Sun Wuya is just a human being.
Han Yi immediately had an idea: to blow him up.
If there's no problem, just consider it a joke; it's harmless.
If Sun Wuya really has a problem, and is a spy for the demon race...
Wouldn’t that be better?
He was short of demonic energy, so killing and absorbing it on the spot would replenish his own.
Unfortunately, the outcome did not meet his expectations.
This Sun Wuya was an old and shrewd man who had been in the underworld for many years. He was quite clever and cunning, and would fall at the slightest provocation.
Seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately changed the subject.
"Since Brother Han is interested, as we are both members of the Grandmasters' Guild, I will naturally speak frankly and without reservation..."
He chuckled awkwardly: "This is a simulated Dao... In fact, it is also one of the research results of the association... As the name suggests, it relies on one's own blood and qi to simulate fluctuations, imitate foreign secret techniques, practice oneself, and try to integrate and break through a new path."
"Would it be convenient for you to demonstrate, Elder Sun?" Han Yi smiled and asked softly.
Although he was polite, he was absolutely not open to any argument.
“This…” Sun Wuya hesitated for a moment, then nodded through gritted teeth, “Although Yunzhou belongs to the Yuanmiao Sect’s territory, it’s just a slight demonstration, so it shouldn’t attract attention.”
"Duh!"
He let out a low shout, and six dark lines appeared on both sides of his cheeks.
“Interesting…” Han Yi’s eyes lit up.
In his vision, Sun Wuya's aura suddenly changed drastically, his true energy turning completely black, like demonic energy, swirling and dancing around him. "This is the secret technique of the Six-Striped Demon Cat Clan, Nine Lives Immortal!" As Sun Wuya's appearance changed drastically, his temperament also seemed to have changed somewhat.
His originally cautious and prudent nature has become radical and daring.
Keng!
He drew his short sword and slashed it sharply at his own arm.
scoff!
A deep, bone-revealing gash appeared on his arm. But quickly, a flash of black light appeared, the skin and flesh rolled back, and it was immediately restored to its original state.
"The Demon Clan's Black Membrane?" Han Yi's pupils contracted upon seeing this.
This is reminiscent of the tough black membrane possessed by demons, which can quickly heal fatal wounds.
It is somewhat similar to the strange phenomenon that has appeared on Sun Wuya's body.
"This is a secret innate technique of the Six-Striped Demon Cat Clan. As long as the head is not cut off immediately, even if the heart is injured, it is enough to recover in a short time."
Sun Wuya proudly explained that he swiftly stabbed several bloody holes in his body.
The moment the blood hole appeared, a flash of black light appeared, and it returned to normal.
"So that's how it is... Although the outward appearance is the same... the inner workings are completely different..." Only now did Han Yi realize the truth.
It only looks similar, and the effect is similar. But the foundation of this method is still based on real martial arts skills, so it is only superficially similar.
The simulation of the demon race's black membrane is merely a clumsy imitation.
Its fundamental principle is to stimulate the splitting of qi and blood, forcibly accelerate wound healing, and promote physical recovery.
On the surface, it appears to have some black film characteristics.
However, in reality, it is fundamentally different from the abnormal characteristic of the black membrane that "the black membrane cannot be broken as long as the demonic energy is extinguished".
It's important to understand that no matter how much Qi and blood are divided, there's a limit to the number of times. Excessive division will not only affect your strength but may even shorten your lifespan.
“Something’s not right…” As Han Yi focused his attention, he noticed something amiss.
To say that they have absolutely no connection with the demon race is not entirely true.
Sun Wuya seems to be different from ordinary people, as he can greatly accelerate the speed of blood and qi splitting.
The existence of this abnormal key factor is what makes the wound heal so quickly, so it has a faint resemblance to the characteristics of a black membrane.
"madman?!"
As Han Yi watched, his expression suddenly changed drastically: "You actually dared to transplant demon organs into your own body?"
Sun Wuya's right hand seems to be the key to the accelerated division of Qi and blood.
He could see that when all the vital energy passed through this place, it would instantly undergo a transformation, becoming completely different. Even Sun Wuya's overall aura carried a trace of demonic energy.
“As expected, I couldn’t hide it from him…” Sun Wuya gave a bitter smile and slowly took off the dark gold glove on his right hand.
What was revealed was a withered, strange beast claw covered in black fur and scales.
"This thing... do you want to die?"
Han Yi finally understood the source of the true demonic aura he had initially discovered.
He transplanted demon limbs onto his own body, using this to transform his true energy and simulate the path of demons.
It must be said that the person who came up with this idea is absolutely a genius.
Everyone has a different physical constitution and aptitude for cultivation.
Different demon races have different characteristics.
Transplanting demon organs and fusing them with one's own body—if successful, this would be a truly unique path.
only…...
Even without access to the actual content, Han Yi could guess that the chances of success were not high.
After all, even with his limited biological knowledge, he knew that the incompatibility between organisms exists, even between humans of the same species.
Moreover, this applies to both demons and humans.
Two fundamentally different things.
Even if they could barely coexist in the early stages, their strength would suddenly surge.
Later on, a situation of irreconcilable conflict will inevitably arise, leading to backlash and self-destruction. There is a high possibility that death will result from qi deviation.
“There is no way forward… What can we do…” Sun Wu sighed.
"Although my strength and talent are not as good as yours, I started learning martial arts at the age of three, became an apprentice at the age of ten, a martial arts master at the age of twenty, a grandmaster at the age of fifty... Now, I have wasted almost half my life and can't see a way out for the future."
A hint of madness flashed in his eyes, finally revealing the arrogance of a former genius.
"I am not afraid of death, only of losing my future. It is only a matter of sacrificing an arm to cultivate the demonic path and reach the realm of the Venerable, the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage. How fortunate I am!"
"Peak?" Han Yi raised an eyebrow slightly. "Who can you beat?"
Sun Wuya was taken aback and looked around.
He naturally couldn't beat Han Yi.
Bi Zhi couldn't beat him either; he was just a newcomer and could barely hold his own against one of them.
Despite paying such a high price, it seems like all our efforts have been in vain.
"Alright, that was just a joke. Tell me about it." Han Yi chuckled. "What does 'planting demons to enter the Dao' mean?" "Planting demons... is the core method of the Dao-simulation technique." Sun Wuya came back to his senses and quickly answered, "The demon race is the greatest enemy of our human race. We have studied their abilities extensively, so it is naturally the first choice to learn from them."
“However…” he said with a wry smile, “Most people would at most use it as a reference to improve their secret techniques. People like me who plant demons within themselves are extremely rare.”
“Planting demons…” Han Yi carefully pondered the two words. “Planting demons is a magic method. Since it involves transplanting demon organs into one’s own body, does the Grandmaster Association have a considerable number of various demon remains in its inventory?”
Sun Wuya and Bi Zhi exchanged a glance, not understanding Han Yi's meaning.
"That's for sure... As the largest Grandmaster Alliance under the government, our Grandmasters Association obtains countless demon remains every year while fighting alongside the government army against the demonic forces. They're dazzling..."
Sun Wuya laughed heartily: "Brother Han, if you are interested in the Daoist arts, you can complete the guild's tasks to earn contribution points and obtain the secret techniques. Of course, besides learning the secret techniques of the demon race, we can also exchange and discuss other research on the demon race."
"Oh, that sounds good. Then please explain further, brother..."
Han Yi's interest was piqued, and he chatted more and more enthusiastically with the two from the Grandmaster Association.
He had no interest in this so-called "cultivation of demonic power".
After all, who knows which genius came up with this breakthrough technique... If you keep practicing it, you might just kill yourself.
The key thing is something else.
The Grandmaster Guild's storeroom appears to contain a considerable number of demon corpses and remains.
He could easily use his interest in the "cultivating demonic path" method as an excuse to apply for all sorts of things related to the demon race.
Others might use these things as transplant organs at most. But he's different; he can absorb the demonic energy within them and truly strengthen himself.
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Boom boom boom!
"Sir, open the door. I'm Niu Er from next door. Has my son been behaving himself lately? Is he studying hard enough?"
A strong middle-aged man named Niu Er shouted loudly and pounded on the school gate.
"Is anyone there? Are you there?!"
Bang bang bang! !
The knocking grew louder, and the voice became increasingly agitated.
"My son is studying here, so what? Can't I ask him about his studies? He's just a lowly teacher, what makes him so arrogant?"
boom! boom! boom!
The knocking had turned into a series of kicks. But the school gate had been carefully constructed, with no corners cut.
The clattering continued for a while before gradually fading away.
"Sir, I think... everyone inside... has probably run away, there's no one here!"
At the street corner, Niu Er stood there, somewhat obsequiously, smiling obsequiously.
"Nobody here? Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on things?" The middle-aged man dressed as a soldier roared in anger and kicked out.
"Niu Er, if it weren't for your sister, I would have killed you with one blow! You can't even do something as simple as keeping an eye on someone, letting them escape. What good are you?"
Ignoring Niu Er, who was groaning in the corner of the alley after a full stomach, he strode out.
Along with him came another officer or soldier, fully equipped and ready to go.
Bang! The gate exploded open under the combined assault of several top military experts.
Wood chips and shavings flew everywhere.
"Search! By order of our superiors, shut down the school!" the middle-aged man commanded, waving his hand.
The soldiers, as fierce as wolves and tigers, swarmed in and quickly searched the entire school.
But aside from the whiteboard with its remaining black writing, the open books, and the small backpacks scattered haphazardly, there was nothing else.
There are no other exceptions.