Chapter 1168: Chapter 210: Peerless! (Double Chapter) (Part 2)
Lv Yingbo raised her eyes and saw that, sure enough, the Blade Madman in black pushed the door open and entered.
The woman imdiately restrained her curiosity, leaned back slightly, maintaining her only dignity, and said calmly: “Have you finally decided to use interrogation tactics, Blade Madman?”
Wang Anfeng’s eyes were calm. He shook his head and said:
“I had no such intention before, and won’t after.”
Lv Yingbo replied with a hint of sarcasm:
“If that’s the case, why don’t you just let go, Blade Madman?”
Wang Anfeng said:
“Besides interrogation, there are naturally other ans to get what I want from you.”
“I said this three days ago.”
Lv Yingbo almost couldn’t help but laugh at this answer and said:
“So, why are you looking for now?”
“What? You couldn’t do anything three days ago, and now you can?”
A plain voice responded:
“That’s right.”
Lv Yingbo was slightly stunned, unable to speak further words.
Because Wang Anfeng had already ford the Buddhism Lion Seal with his hands, uttering a primitive accent from his mouth, simultaneously, the Buddhist Qi chanism around him shook the void, directly targeting the heart.
Lv Yingbo’s thoughts slowed down for a mont, her pupils suddenly contracted.
The last clear thought was first astonishnt, then disbelief.
How could it be?
In three days, from nothing to sothing?
Where did he learn such Dharma?
Wang Anfeng’s expression was solemn.
Zen Buddhism’s untransmitted mastery, Heart Imprint Technique, not established in words.
Sudden enlightennt in one morning, instantly becoming a Buddha.
Reaching such a level was nothing short of dreaming, but initial entry was not difficult.
A Divine Weapon is an absolutely vivid mory for any martial artist. Moreover, Lv Yingbo was not a martial artist adept in mind-state; her ntal defenses were weak. Caught off guard, the first ti held great potential for success.
Wang Anfeng shifted the seal in his hand, his expression solemn, uttering another Buddhist mantra, which shook Lv Yingbo’s mind, her eyes scattering light, gradually turning blank.
Wang Anfeng slightly closed his eyes, apologized, chanted a Buddhist na, and under the surge of Qi chanism, the self spirit activation that only a Fourth Rank Martial Artist could muster vibrated. Coupled with the initial entry of Buddhism’s telepathic ability, he delved into the depth of the cracks in the woman’s heart.
At that mont, he felt a trance, as if entering the weightless feeling of the Shaolin Temple from the outside world.
Then, upon reopening his eyes, the world was pitch black, scenes flickered with light, streaking like teors before Wang Anfeng’s eyes. In them, figures were disordered, and Wang Anfeng understood they were extrely crucial mories from the deepest part of the woman’s heart.
These mory scenes, usually hidden deep in the heart, were now aroused by the characteristics of Zen Buddhism’s Heart Imprint Technique, revealed before Wang Anfeng’s eyes through the spiritual resonance only a Fourth Rank Martial Artist could achieve.
For the first ti, Wang Anfeng understood why a Fourth Rank could already be called the Pillar of the State.
However, the opponents he had crossed swords with earlier didn’t seem to exhibit such characteristics.
It appeared that just like employing phenona with Middle Third Rank Martial Artists, it wasn’t a technique everyone could perform.
As his thoughts shifted, he recalled that his Master once said there was another sect in Buddhism, following the path of the Ground Walking Vajra, different from Zen Buddhism, but he didn’t know what it was like.
At this point, the scenes before Wang Anfeng’s eyes flowed faster and faster. He dared not be distracted any longer, collected his thoughts, as if walking on a continuously flowing river, to think of nothing else to avoid being ejected.
anwhile, he slightly opened his eyes, searching for images concerning the Purple Gang Pearl.
He didn’t know how much ti passed when suddenly his eyes slightly brightened, a broken stream of light turned vivid, revealing a dim room, a large wooden barrel emitting mist. Wang Anfeng noticed its familiarity and soon realized it was remarkably similar to the one he always used for dicinal Baths.
In front of the wooden barrel stood a gracefully poised woman with delicate features, resembling Lv Yingbo by seven-tenths.
However, an underlying sharpness and anness were more pronounced by three-tenths than Lv Yingbo, and her garnts were exceedingly splendid, primarily blue with nurous silver adornnts. Wang Anfeng recognized this as the attire of the Great Qin’s southern barbarian region, imdiately suspecting Lv Yingbo and Hu Xuan’er might hail from the southern barbarians, explaining their expertise in Poison Skills.
While he contemplated this, his vision suddenly zood in.
In the wooden barrel, a frail little girl was subrged in the pitch-black dicinal water, her lips tightly shut, brows furrowed, appearing to be in extre pain. Wang Anfeng silently reminded himself to avert his gaze, emptied his sight, and imdiately saw the graceful woman raise her hand to fetch an Eight-Colored Thread Bag, shaking it lightly with her right hand.
The bag’s opening was released, and its contents poured into the barrel’s dicinal water.
However, they were not the familiar various tonics Wang Anfeng used. Instead, they were entirely centipedes and toads, none of them ordinary types. Among them, he even spotted a purple spider the size of a child’s fist, its compound eyes dark as ink, dizzying, clinging to the little girl’s back, biting through the skin.
Wang Anfeng’s palm slightly trembled. He instinctively sent out a Qi chanism to strike the spider away.
But quickly thought it was not good; such ntal existences couldn’t withstand his Qi chanism’s shock. As expected, this scene suddenly shattered into fragnts, disappearing like a teor, retreating deeper into Lv Yingbo’s psyche.
Wang Anfeng forcibly maintained his unwavering state, letting the ‘river’ flow uninterrupted.
Subsequent scenes flowed, mostly in an extrely remote village, witnessing only a narrow sky. The experiences, even as an observer like Wang Anfeng, felt painful, mostly involving practicing with the world’s most venomous creatures, rarely encountering serene tis.
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