Chapter 367: 367 Young Master Yan’s Supre Gu, Sister Lan’s letter! [1 more] Chapter 367: 367 Young Master Yan’s Supre Gu, Sister Lan’s letter! [1 more] As the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch, his hands had been stained with copious amounts of blood, and he would not claim to be a good person. On the contrary, he harbored extre evil in his heart.
But he would never harm any innocent people; they were, in fact, the ones he aid to protect.
He learned Gu Art because, in his childhood, he was once captured by a Gu Master to be used in practising Gu.
The Gu Master pitted him against snakes and insects, aiming to create the world’s most powerful Gu.
However, he did not die among the snake pits and insect dens; instead, he successfully cultivated a body immune to the White Gu and then killed the Gu Master, inheriting all of his secret Gu manuals.
Anyone who used Gu Art on ordinary people, treating their lives as worthless, deserved to pay the appropriate price.
“You’re educating ?” the old woman stood up, her expression mocking, “Do you know how many snakes and insects there are in this place? Even on my turf, you dare to make such remarks?”
All across the Southern Frontier, everyone would show her respect!
A young man, too, dared to commit such an outrage against the order of things with his words!
“Buzz buzz—”
“Swoosh swoosh!”
At the slightest movent of the grass, in an instant, countless black and swiftly moving creatures surged toward Yan Tingfeng like a tide.
Upon closer inspection, this black tide was actually made up of myriad hex parasites, so with many legs, others with none.
A dense and numbing sight, enough to make one’s scalp tingle.
Among these countless hex parasites, there were also many snakes, whose friction against the grass as they slithered created a piercing noise painful to the ear.
However, Yan Tingfeng stood still on the spot, his handso phoenix eyes still hazed with a faint smile, completely indifferent to the terrifying scene before him.
The old woman sneered with contempt: “Indeed, the fearlessness of youth!”
This brash young man had no idea of the power these hex parasites possessed!
Capable of devouring dozens of people in a second.
“Hiss hiss—”
The scene that unfolded next, however, left the old woman so shocked that she was speechless.
The hex parasites that first sward towards Yan Tingfeng’s feet died instantly!
In the blink of an eye, the ground beneath his feet was a dense mass of dead hex parasites.
Yet more hex parasites, like moths to a fla, continued to pour forward at the behest of the old woman.
“Pat pat.”
Still, countless bodies fell, not a single hex parasite able to get close to Yan Tingfeng’s body!
By the ti the old woman realized what was happening, it was already too late. Her face twisted in tornt as she shouted uncontrollably, “What have you done?!”
Not to ntion ordinary people, even those blessed with Inner Strength could not withstand the invasion of so many hex parasites.
Yet these hex parasites, upon nearing this man, perished as swiftly as withering flora.
His feet were surrounded by a dense mass of dead snakes and insects, and although powerful hex parasites managed to climb onto his body, they could not last even half a second.
The old woman was overwheld with horror.
Indeed, she was a genuine Gu Master, or else she would not have lived to the ripe old age of 135, still agile and lucid.
Unless… this man had nurtured a Supre Gu using his own flesh and blood!
The higher the grade of the Gu, the more difficult it is to cultivate.
Because each hex parasite is a survivor of a deadly struggle among myriad others.
She had exhausted a century of effort to cultivate rely a King Gu.
And at that mont, Yan Tingfeng held the King Gu in his hand, which kept wailing and whining.
The only being a King Gu would fear must be a Supre Gu.
Finally, the face of the old woman betrayed a look of fear; she realized she had offended soone formidable.
Unlike the King Gu, which can be cultivated in great numbers with enough energy and resources, there can only be one Supre Gu at any one ti.
Although she had never seen a Supre Gu, she knew from the books that there were three—
The Puppet Gu, capable of controlling the hearts and minds of people;
The Thousand-Form Parasite, able to change myriad forms, with nurous hex parasite abilities;
And of course, the most terrifying Death Parasite, whose function Gu Masters had not yet fully deciphered, with no descriptions of its cultivation thod in the books.
At this mont, the old woman could no longer concern herself with other matters, “Puppet Gu, Thousand-Form Parasite… Death Parasite… What exactly have you nurtured?!”
“Your Gu art heritage is indeed authentic.” Yan Tingfeng advanced slowly, his voice faint, “Knowing of these three Gu is no commonplace feat.”
The old woman instinctively stepped back.
No… not the Puppet Gu, for had it been so, she would have surely lost her capacity for movent by now.
It didn’t seem like the Thousand-Form Parasite either… could it be…
“Death Parasite!” the old woman scread hoarsely, “You’ve actually nurtured a Death Parasite!”
Yan Tingfeng continued to advance, smiling slightly: “You’re quite clever; I like your intelligence.”
The fear on the old woman’s face intensified.
Devil!
This man was not human, to be so ruthless with himself.
The old woman thought to flee, but it was already too late.
She was forever fused with her hex parasites, silent and gone.
The night was deep, silent, and still.
“I had promised her, and I will fulfill it,” Yan Tingfeng gently brushed a hex parasite from his sleeve, murmuring, “Otherwise… ”
He raised his hand again and touched his heart.
His body could not possibly hold out for much longer.
The brothers and sisters who fought alongside him in that battle of yesteryear were all asleep; it was enough for him to linger in this world, gasping for breath.
Before his final mont arrived, he would clear all obstacles for her.
**
The next morning in Yunjing.
Before Ye Wanlan returned to the Southern Frontier, she happened to encounter the teacher from No.7 Middle School transporting the works for the calligraphy competition and handed him her completed piece.
“Student Ye, may your journey be smooth,” a young teacher nodded to her, “Your calligraphy is bound to win an award!”
In the afternoon, after delivering the paintings to the Yunjing Art Association, he returned to Jiangcheng.
“Teacher,” Su Xubai stepped forward, hesitated, and asked, “Ye… Ye Wanlan is supposed to join for the calligraphy competition, isn’t she? Hasn’t she co back?”
“Student Ye is down in the Southern Frontier filming a show; how could she find the ti to co here? However, I t her in Yunjing and have already submitted her work,” the young teacher said, “I guess she won’t be able to co back this term. It seems that the filming of ‘Treasures of The Divine Land’ has been continually delayed due to several unexpected dangers.”
Su Xubai opened his mouth as if to say sothing but then swallowed the words back down.
Still, he couldn’t contain himself and went to class 3 of Senior Year One to ask Su Xueqing about Ye Wanlan.
“Yo, has the sun risen from the west today?” Su Xueqing coldly sneered, “Young Master Su has co to seek my assistance?”
Su Xubai struggled to tolerate such mockery, holding back his anger: “I’m just asking, what does she like, what did you two talk about.”
“What I talked about with Ah Lan, why should it matter to you?” Su Xueqing turned away, “I don’t have the ti for you, scram.”
Su Xubai frowned and said, “If you help , I can try to get you back into the Su Family, but of course, you won’t get the treatnt of a direct lineage descendant.”
After all, even he was not a direct lineage descendant.
From ancient tis to the present, the position of Taiyi Divine Doctor had been dominated by won.
If he had a talent for dicine, he wouldn’t have taken a detour into studying physics and practicing calligraphy.
Whoever had power and influence in the Su Family would undoubtedly be steeped in the dical arts.
“Wait, what did you say?” Su Xueqing dug at her ear, wondering if she had misheard, “You’re saying, you want to help get back to the Su Family?”
Before Su Ningxiang plotted against her, Su Xubai in the Su Family had not even the qualifications to see her.
Now Su Xubai was saying he would help her return to the Su Family?
Su Xueqing gave Su Xubai a once-over and said indifferently, “You better mind your own business.”
She would return to the Su Family.
Apart from her duty as a doctor to save lives and aid the injured, she still sought revenge on Su Ningxiang.
**
At that very mont, at the Yunjing Art Association.
These few days involved rely selecting the finalists, and the judges were pretty relaxed.
“Jiangcheng No.7 Middle School?” A judge was sowhat surprised, “Is this the first ti No.7 Middle School has sent students to the calligraphy competition?”
This school, No.7 Middle School, made a na for itself in this year’s high school biology competition.
No one expected a non-key high school student to defeat students from Yunjing No.1 Middle School and Yunjing University Affiliated Middle School, one after another, and take the final victory.
But calligraphy and physics are two utterly different fields; calligraphy requires many years of practice and accumulation.
In recent years, among the younger generation with achievents in calligraphy, all had been heard of to so extent.
Jiangcheng… seed to have no calligraphy masters.
The judge took the scroll out of the box, untied the string, and slowly unfolded it.
The first thing that t his eyes was a na—
Ye Wanlan.
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