Powerful enemies, absolute powerful enemies.
Both Si Yunxin and his brother recognized that this was a formidable foe.
Feng Jiu had sent such an expert to the Si Family not out of blind overconfidence, but with ample confidence.
Si Jingwen took light steps, hoping to dash out of the pavilion and call for help while the eerie Daoist was talking to his older brother.
Just a slight lean backward, and Si Jingwen would be able to smash through the wall and rush out for help.
However...
"I can’t move!!!"
Cold sweat silently dripped down Si Jingwen’s forehead.
Having moved just an inch, Si Jingwen felt his entire body controlled by an invisible force, completely immobilized.
"This one here, you must be Second Master Si," Qing Yu said with a smile that, in Si Yunxin’s eyes, looked incredibly fierce, "Second Master, why the hurry? It would be better for you to stay and accompany your elder brother for a while."
"And Si Family Head," Qing Yu maintained his smile, but it seed all the more ghastly, "don’t act rashly. This Daoist knows you plan to activate the protective formation of the Si Family.
But not to say that this place is already cut off from the outside world and you’d hardly be able to sync with the formation, even if you could, before the formation starts, I would have enough ti to kill you thrice."
To kill three tis was no idle threat.
Although Qing Yu had just advanced to the True Pill Realm, his prior accumulation was so profound that upon entry into the Realm, he already exceeded ordinary people by who knows how much.
Martial Arts is a pathway of personal developnt; differences between individuals are inevitable.
The further along the path of Martial Arts, the greater the disparity between individuals.
In the Innate Realm and the Divine Origin Realm, there were precise hierarchies of progression, but in the True Pill Realm, due to prior accumulation, both the starting point and the peak are vastly different for each Martial Artist.
Moreover, the thods of refining True Pill are also vastly different.
For example, in the Taoist sects, it is the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill that achieves the Great Dao. In Buddhist sects, so forge the body to cast a Golden Body, or closely study the Buddhist Law to cast a Dharma Body, and dual cultivation of both Dharma Body and spirit is also a practice.
Each sect has its distinct thods for cultivating the True Pill.
And Martial Artists who achieve the True Pill Realm have extensive knowledge and profound understanding of Martial Arts. Many far-sighted individuals continually modify the True Pill Refining thod to better suit themselves.
Due to the differences between individuals, even using the sa True Pill Refining thod, the final manifestation and strength will differ to so extent.
Using the sa refining technique and being at the sa level, but with different foundations, comprehensions, and backgrounds, how could their strength be the sa?
The more advanced one gets in Martial Arts, the more diverse it becos. To the point of reaching the Divine Communication Realm, each warrior’s path can beco a legacy that endures for ages.
Qing Yu’s True Pill uses a Taoist Nine Revolutions Golden Pill thod that draws from all techniques as kindling to temper the True Pill; though he is at the initial First Transition, his strength may exceed that of so Third or even Fourth Transition Taoist True Pill Realm Martial Artists.
The vagueness of strength limits makes it impossible to specify True Pill Realm warriors into an exact hierarchical system.
Many True Pill Realm warriors assess each other’s strength by either visual and sensory perception or the direct clash of auras.
Obviously, judging by Qing Yu’s ability to arrive silently near Si Yunxin and unknowingly block the latter’s Qi chanism, their levels of strength were not just a little bit different.
"Who exactly are you? Feng Jiu as a bastard could at most gain the approval of Mountain River Academy with his knowledge, but there’s no way he could secure the loyalty of a True Pill Realm Taoist expert," Si Yunxin asked in a solemn voice.
Still a smart man, despite years of experience as the family head leading to so assumptions, he was able to identify a blind spot.
"Who knows?" Qing Yu replied with an amused smile.
The na Qing Yu, while deliberately spread by Xuan Guang two years ago, had proven that the man had been dead for two years.
Moreover, Qing Yu of that ti was but a Postnatal Realm small fry, insignificant to those uninvolved—who would bother with such an inconsequential little Taoist?
Those who were lured by rumors, thinking the Zhenwu Sword was with Qing Yu, were just random Jianghu wandering cultivators with little insight, still on their way to Yang City even after Qing Yu had faked his death.
The real significant figures were concerned with Zhenwu Sect’s precious treasures, not letting go of any clue; moreover, Xuanfeng’s main goal back then had also been to find the traitor Xuan Guang and to bring Qing Yu back to Zhenwu Sect.
Having hit a soft spot, Si Yunxin wasn’t surprised. The person who served Feng Jiu, a bastard, certainly had other motives and it was odd if they were forthcoming.
No matter the plots, Si Yunxin would never yield, "I, the Si Family Head, must take responsibility for the lives of one hundred and thirty-seven of the Si family mbers. Feng Chaonan is my nephew by marriage; even my third sister, Si Ningyan, waiting anxiously outside for a day and a night, cannot make change my mind and push the family into danger.
Let alone Feng Jiu and you."
"Clap, clap, clap—"
Qing Yu clapped his hands in succession, "Well said, but how does the Si Family Head know that the Ninth Prince is where the danger lies?"
"And moreover..." Qing Yu’s smile suddenly took on a secretive air, "How does the Si Family Head know that out of the one hundred and thirty-seven persons in the Si Family, no one is willing to pledge loyalty to the Ninth Prince?"
"What do you an?!"
Si Yunxin’s brows knitted tightly, instinct telling him the opponent’s words were ominous.
"Co on up." Responding to Si Yunxin’s question, Qing Yu said indifferently.
Imdiately afterward, Si Yunxin heard footsteps coming up the stairs from below; five people were ascending.
As a True Pill Realm Martial Artist with heightened senses, Si Yunxin could easily discern the number of people coming up.
But that shouldn’t be the extent of it.
Even those in the Divine Origin Realm could scan with their spiritual power; with Si Yunxin’s current level, he shouldn’t have had to rely solely on the sound of footsteps to determine the number of people—that was a skill within the capabilities of trained Postnatal Realm individuals or even regular people.
With Si Yunxin’s sensory ability, he should have been able to discern the five people’s heights, weights, and even facial features clearly.
Furthermore, he shouldn’t have waited until now to notice; as soon as these people were downstairs, or even approaching the pavilion, he should have detected them.
Realizing his senses were obstructed by the unknown, Si Yunxin concentrated his gaze on the eerie Daoist.
This Daoist nad "Qing Yu" was not only extraordinarily strong but also possessed mysterious secret techniques. Everything from seeing through his inner heart to now blocking the Divine Sense suggested the Daoist’s strength and mystique.
Si Yunxin’s heart kept sinking.
His sense of foreboding grew increasingly intense.
And this bad premonition beca reality when the five people reached this floor.
"It’s you!" Si Yunxin exclaid.
These five people were all acquaintances, sharing the sa surna as Si Yunxin.
Si Ziwei, Si Ziping, Si Jiancheng, Si Jibei, and Si Tong—the heads of the five branches of the Si Family besides the main house—had all shown up.
Including Si Yunxin, the Si Family Head, with the exception of the True Core Realm elders, the Si Family’s upper echelons were essentially all present.
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