Invincible Kungfu Healer

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

A frightening aura exuded from the old man in the grey shirt. His power was more than simply shocking. It actually caused the surrounding magma levels to decrease by a few meters and the diameter to decrease by hundreds of meters. The terrifying aura swept across the area, like a storm carrying everything away with it. It even caused continuous rippling waves on the surface of the magma.

Mo Wen's expression changed. Subconsciously, he stepped back tens of meters and exhaled.

A grandmaster! That old man was actually a grandmaster!

No wonder that the attack had made him feel such a strong sense of danger. Moreover, that had just been a casual blow from him. His powers were not fully unleashed yet. If such a master wanted to give it his all to kill him, there was a 90 percent chance that he would be successful.

Mo Wen had not expected that upon coming to such a strange place, the first person he met would actually be a martial arts grandmaster.

He had yet to get a sense of exactly how strong the grandmaster was. After all, the realm that the grandmaster was in was one that he had never ventured into before. In his past life, it was very rare for anyone to be able to achieve the status of grandmaster. Mo Wen had never actually encountered a person of such caliber before.

However, he could be sure that even if five ancient martial art practitioners at the peak of the Golden Elixir realm collaborated against the grandmaster, they would still not be a match for him. A grandmaster represented the peak of all ancient martial art practitioners.

His luck simply couldn't get any worse!

Mo Wen cursed internally. He could overlook the fact that he had been transported to such a place. However, he just had to meet a grandmaster that was out to kill him. Was today an inauspicious date or what?

Mo Wen did not hesitate at all. He simply turned and ran. In the face of such a master, there was simply no chance of him winning the battle. If he was not careful, he would be likely to die. Only a fool would not run away in such a situation.

Fortunately, that straw cape spiritual weapon was still draped across Mo Wen's body. The function of this spiritual weapon was special. It was actually able to assist the user in all aspects. Wearing it would allow one's abilities to significantly increase.

Fog surrounded Mo Wen's body. Then, there was a flash of light and in the next moment, his body appeared hundreds of meters away. The speed was unbelievably fast and would leave even an ancient martial art practitioner at the peak of the Golden Elixir realm astounded.

A look of shock flashed in the eyes of the old man. The speed of the youth was remarkable. He had never witnessed a youth moving at such a fast speed before. Moreover, this youth's cultivation was also exceptional. His level of ability was not lower than the later stage of the Golden Elixir realm. In addition to his amazing techniques and great talents, he could be hailed as a rare talent.

From the Floating Mystery Dimension that he came from, the number of people from the younger generation that could compare to this youth could be counted on one hand.

"I see you're a great talent. I guess that gives me more reason to kill you then." Bu Xingyi's mouth turned up into a cold smile. He did not recognize this youth and did not know which Inner world he came from. However, there was no harm in killing one more of such young talents. Such a talented young man would likely become a leader in the world of ancient martial arts and reach the peak sooner or later. Since he was not a talent from their sect, killing him off would be beneficial to them.

"You want to escape from me? Ridiculous!" Bu Xingyi laughed coldly. He did not make any visible moves. His figure simply swayed and his body appeared hundreds of meters away. In a couple of moves, he had significantly closed the distance between him and Mo Wen.

Although Mo Wen had a head start in escaping and there was still a rather big gap between the two of them, at this rate, Bu Xingyi would eventually catch up to him for sure.

"Little b*stard, you can't escape now. You're a rare talent so no wonder you dared to treat me so disrespectfully. However, being too confident in yourself is not a good thing. Before you are capable enough, you will face death if you attract too much attention. I will tell you now that you are the person that will face death."

Bu Xingyi moved forward step by step. He did not appear to be in a hurry and his aura was relaxed. Yet, his speed was amazingly fast. He continuously closed in on Mo Wen. A mocking smile played on his lips. He was not in a hurry to catch Mo Wen up. Instead, he maintained his speed, aiming to psychologically torture Mo Wen.

He knew that defeating an opponent psychologically was far more interesting than killing a person directly. He needed to teach this disrespectful youth who dared to talk back to him what fear, pain, and regret felt like.

Mo Wen's face had gone completely dark. Being faced with a grandmaster was completely unexpected for him. With his current speed, it was essentially impossible for him to run from the grandmaster unless he used the Thousand Mile Talisman.

However, using the Thousand Mile Talisman would not only deplete the use of it, but there was also no way of knowing where he would be transported to. Hence, it was impossible to tell if it was a good or bad thing.

After a moment's hesitation, Mo Wen flipped his wrist and retrieved a spiritual talisman made of jade from the Medicine spiritual ring. On it, there were complex designs and it seemed as though there was invisible lightning zapping about it.

The thunderbolt talisman. It was the only attack type ancient spiritual talisman that Mo Wen had obtained from the secret chamber of Luofeng Sect. It could summon lightning and thunder, and its power alone far surpassed the Vajrapani Talisman.

Mo Wen had obtained five usable ancient spiritual talismans from the secret chamber of Dafang Sect. They were the Vajrapani Talisman, Thousand Mile Talisman, Thunderbolt Talisman, Invisible Talisman, and Calamity Substitute Talisman.

Mo Wen did not consider using the Calamity Substitute Talisman at all. Unless it was a situation where he had no other alternative to death, Mo Wen would not use an item as drastic as the Calamity Substitute Talisman.

Amongst the remaining talismans, the Thunderbolt Talisman was the strongest. If the power of the Thunderbolt Talisman was completely unleashed, even Mo Wen did not know just how strong it would be. However, it was likely it would be able to kill off a grandmaster.

The only problem was that there was only one of the Thunderbolt Talisman. Upon using it, there would be no more. Mo Wen could not bear to use it too casually so he had always treated it as his trump card. This old b*stard that had appeared out of the blue so absurdly and had forced him to whip out his Thunderbolt Talisman. Hence, he felt very indignant about it.

However, the Vajrapani Talisman was more specialized in defense. However, it did not have much power remaining so the chances of it killing a grandmaster were too low.

Thinking about it, Mo Wen still felt like it was a waste to use the Thunderbolt Talisman. If he had any option at all, he would not touch it.

"Who are you? Do you know what my identity is? If you kill me, you will just get into a lot of trouble." Mo Wen suddenly stopped and did not run anymore. He knew that running away was a waste of time. He rolled his eyes and prepared to play a game of bluff.

"Get into trouble?"

Bu Xingyi acted as though he had heard some kind of joke as he broke into a roaring laugh. Then, he said mockingly, "Little b*stard, no matter what your identity is, if I want to kill you, nobody will be able to save you. I don't mind telling you what my identity is instead. I am the Floating Mystery Dimension's Ming Temple's Third Sect Grand Elder. All over the world, there are powers that can instill fear in our Ming Temple. However, that person is definitely not you."

Bu Xingyi found it ridiculous for Mo Wen to use his identity as a threat. In the world of ancient martial arts, Ming Temple had never been afraid of anyone or any power before. Other than the few mysterious presences, there was nobody on earth that dared to offend their Ming Temple.

"Ming Temple!"

Mo Wen's pupils contracted a little. The Ming Temple was a power that he had only gotten to know a while back. That was because this power had relations with the Ming Clan in previous years. It was the largest power amongst the separated powers. Back then, the people of the Ming Clan had infiltrated the series of three big Mountain ranges and he was the one who had appeared to settle the incident.

He had not expected that the Ming Temple would actually be this strong. A dignified grandmaster in the Ming Temple was merely a Third Sect Grand Elder! Just how many masters and grandmasters did Ming Temple have!

Just thinking about it made Mo Wen's hands and feet cold. The power of the Ming Temple was probably already on par with the erstwhile strength of Ming Clan. In fact, it had the possibility of being even stronger. If he wanted to rebuild the Ming Clan, Mo Wen would require the support of a major player like the Ming Temple.

"Why. Are you scared now?" There was a mocking look in Bu Xingyi's eyes. The name of Ming Temple was renowned all over the world. Every single sect within the Inner world knew of them. Other than those unqualified sects, those sects that had a certain status would have heard of the Ming Temple.

There were ancient martial art powers that could go against the Ming Temple. However, there were definitely not more than three of them.

Bu Xingyi did not even recognize this youth so he could not be very renowned. Hence, it was unlikely for him to originate from a sect that would strike fear in the heart of Ming Temple. Moreover, in the entire world, there was not a single person that the Ming Temple would not dare to kill, no matter which sect the person came from.

"I can't believe I have actually come face to face with the Sect Grand Elder of Ming Temple." Mo Wen sighed and his gaze was a little odd as he looked at Bu Xingyi. This old thing probably did not know that he was the inheritor of the Ming Clan all those years ago. If he knew, he would be all the more incentivized to kill him.

"There are many unbelievable things in this world." Bu Xingyi laughed coldly, believing that Mo Wen was afraid of Ming Temple. Then, he said calmly, "Since you now know my identity, if you sincerely admit your fault, I will not make things difficult for you. As long as you hand over the techniques you have learned, I can consider leaving your body as a whole corpse."

Mo Wen laughed. The people hailing from Ming Temple indeed knew how to assert their might. Leaving one's dead body as a whole corpse was considered not making things difficult for a person. He really did not know what would happen to him if the old thing truly wanted to make things difficult for him.

"Old b*stard, you're really too narcissistic." Mo Wen laughed calmly. "What nonsense is the Ming Temple anyway?"

"You're looking for death!" Bu Xingyi had not expected that Mo Wen would be so stubborn. The youth had not even considered his offer. Immediately, Bu XIngyi flew into a rage and lost all patience.

A loud roar resounded and the magma descended again. A frightening power exuded from Bu Xingyi and there was an invisible ripple as the power spread outwards. In a moment, his power had engulfed a diameter of a thousand meters.

Within the thousand-meter area, the magma once again decreased by tens of meters to form a hell hole.

Mo Wen's body swayed. He had almost been pushed into the magma by the invisible force. His shoulder felt like it was being pushed down by a whole mountain and it felt as though it had almost suppressed his cultivation.

A grandmaster's power was immense. They could rely on their own cultivation to release a whole wave of power, and the power they possessed was striking.

Normally, an ancient martial art practitioner with high cultivation would use their cultivation to their advantage. They could use that advantage to assert dominance over the ancient martial art practitioners with lower cultivations. However, only those at a certain level would know what a grand display of power was.

The power of the average ancient martial art practitioner could only be used to suppress the opponent internally. However, a grandmaster could convert this power into a substantial presence, such that it would become a whole new power that would have a direct effect on the opponent.

At that moment, Mo Wen finally experienced just how strong the power of a grandmaster could be. It was so strong that it made all the powers he had experienced before feel like nothing.