Invincible Kungfu Healer

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

Xin Yichuan had a look of shock on his face. The bloodthirsty murderous intent kept attacking his declarative memory, giving him the desire to mutilate himself. He had never encountered such an incident before. It was as though he had gone berserk.

"That's a heretic weapon!"

Xin Yichuan finally realized how terrifying an item the blood dragon claw in Mo Wen's hand was. By just grazing a wound on his body, ten percent of his Vital Qi had been drained away. Evil flames burned on his chest, constantly consuming his vitality.

Rip!

Almost without any hesitation, Xin Yichuan tore a large chunk of his flesh off of his chest. He did not worry about spending large amounts of Vital Qi to surge and seal the wound. He was afraid that he would be contaminated again by the crimson flames.

In an instant, Xin Yichuan's expression turned pale. His aura quickly weakened and half of his Vital Qi was directly spent. His entire person seemed to have aged by more than ten years.

"You are actually using a heretic weapon."

Xin Yichuan looked sullenly at Mo Wen. His voice seemed feeble and old. The damage the blood dragon claw had done to him was definitely more than what appeared on the surface. Even his cultivation might have deteriorated. It was his first time encountering such an evil item.

"What heretic weapon or righteous weapon? It is just a weapon," Mo Wen said plainly. The Blood Clotting Claw was indeed demonic. It could even harm the user's own body if they weren't careful. But what of it? If it was used justly, it was righteous; if used wickedly, it was evil.

"Aren't you afraid that the Huatian Palace will investigate you?" Xin Yichuan said coldly. The blood dragon claw was definitely not an ordinary profound level weapon. It most likely originated from the heretic path.

"You sure talk a lot of nonsense. That's none of your concern," Mo Wen said plainly.

With a flash of his silhouette, Mo Wen disappeared from his original spot. All around, silhouettes appeared, each of them gathering towards Xin Yichuan.

Xin Yichuan narrowed his eyes. The hair on his body stood on end. Mo Wen's physical movements were too miraculous; even he could not see through them. His attainments of movement techniques had already reached an inconceivable level.

What Xin Yichuan was most wary of was still the bizarre blood dragon claw. Even if he suffered a slight graze, he would suffer severe injuries and could actually die.

Fear welled up in him. He lost his courage and began to retreat subconsciously.

But Mo Wen's Glory of Wind was incredible and could not be evaded. Like a shadow, a Blood Dragon formed from blood suddenly appeared in mid-air. The Blood Dragon was a few hundred meters long. With a whip of its tail, it directly shattered the bat illusion.

At the same time, a huge blood dragon claw stretched out of the sky and enveloped Xin Yichuan.

The huge blood dragon claw was purely made up of blood. It did not have any real attack power, but it was imposing and astonishing beyond compare. It was as though a real Primeval Divine Dragon had stretched out its claw. An endless majestic and evil aura swept out. Xin Yichuan was affected the most by the aura. Under the dominance of the aura, his movements were slowed down in an instant.

"Damn it. I'll fight you to the death."

Xin Yichuan knew that he could not evade Mo Wen's attack. He steadied his heart. In a bout of rage, he did not retreat and instead advanced, directly crashing into Mo Wen.

"Flaming Meteor!"

A scorching aura emanated from Xin Yichuan's body. The aura was like a living volcano about to erupt. The ash white rock armor on his body instantly turned completely red. In between the cracks, there seemed to be thick magma flowing out.

Right now, Xin Yichuan was like a living volcano. His entire body was filled with an explosive power from top to bottom. The aura seemed to be able to even flatten a mountain top. Immense power could be felt shooting up into the sky in a radius of a hundred kilometers. A Martial Arts Grandmaster fighting for his life had frightening power.

"You have actually practiced such an incredible fire attribute martial art teaching."

The corner of Mo Wen's mouth curled into a cold smile. The aura on his body shifted. The next moment, golden light shone. An utmost Yang and hot aura swept out from his body, instantly suppressing the scorching Qi on Xin Yichuan's body. It was like the light from the core of the sun, burning even the heavens and the earth.

The granite in the square melted bit by bit. The palace halls in the distance also caught fire on their own. Boulders turned into magma and detached from the mountain. The entire mountain top seemed to be melting bit by bit.

"Such frightening flames. Commanding both ice and fire. How is it possible?"

Xin Yichuan did not dare to believe his eyes. The power in his body was completely suppressed. A more powerful Flame Qi directly suppressed the live volcano in his body.

Rumble!

The two of them collided. With Xin Yichuan being restricted in many aspects, he could not unleash his full ability in front of Mo Wen at all and was sent flying backward.

A crimson claw passed through the air and entered Xin Yichuan's body.

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

Masses of crimson flame emerged from Xin Yichuan's body. They enveloped his body, burning intensely. The crimson flames contained an unparalleled sinister Ying cold aura which was utterly evil.

Among the crimson flames, Xin Yichuan's facial expression was pale. His body collapsed and his eyes were dull. He looked intently at Mo Wen and then raised his hand and struck his own chest. A pristine power exploded out from his body. The power was the most pristine and fundamental energy, the core of Xin Yichuan's more than a hundred years of cultivation.

Once that power appeared, the crimson flames that enveloped Xin Yichuan were compressed bit by bit and dissipated, eventually completely disappearing from Xin Yichuan's body.

Wah!

Xin Yichuan opened his mouth and threw up a large pool of blood. There was a large number of impurities in the blood and there were still crimson flames burning on top.

In an instant, Xin Yichuan became extremely frail. He seemed like an old man about to enter his coffin. The aura on his body was extremely weak.

"Patriarch!"

Xin Wuji's expression was pale as he screamed. He was terrified. The patriarch had actually been beaten up until he coughed up blood. Also, he had to expend his Inner Qi essence to keep himself alive. Xin Wuji very clearly knew what that meant.

The members of the Crimson Star Sect were also all staring dumbfoundedly. A dignified Martial Arts Grandmaster had lost pathetically to a youth. It was practically too frightening. Was he still human?

"How is this possible? How could he possibly be…? "

Hu Jiangming, who had fallen at the edge of the square, was completely stunned. He kept mumbling to himself. His face was ashen.

"You sure are decisive," Mo Wen said plainly.

By sacrificing half of his Inner Qi essence, Xin Yichuan dispelled the power of the Blood Clotting Claw from his body, managing to keep his life.

Inner Qi essence was the fundamental power of an ancient martial art practitioner. If it was damaged, it would greatly affect an ancient martial art practitioner. It was highly likely that this injury would cause Xin Yichuan to be unable to break through to the Martial Arts Grandmaster Second Realm in this lifetime.

Also, within ten years, it would be very difficult to recuperate so much Inner Qi essence after having lost it. His own cultivation would most likely also deteriorate because of it.

"You win."

Xin Yichuan's face was covered with a dispirited look. His body emanated a scent of lethargy. He had actually lost at the hands of a youth. Could it be that he had actually gotten old?

"This matter of the Crimson Star Sect is no longer your concern, even if you have another Martial Arts Grandmaster companion, ok?" Mo Wen said plainly.

"You are very powerful, truly very powerful. Winner takes all. Whether you want to kill me or torture me, it will be as you wish." Xin Yichuan sighed softly. Right now, he finally understood why Mo Wen could detect their presence. It was because this youth was so powerful that he made even Xin Yichuan feel astonished.

A faint shadow flickered on top of the mountain top. In the blink of an eye, it appeared behind Xin Yichuan. It was a man dressed in black with a slim figure. He was shrouded in black clothing from top to bottom and his face could not be seen.

A sinister aura emanated from his body. The aura was not intense, but in terms of quality, it was at the Martial Arts Grandmaster level. Obviously, he was the other Martial Arts Grandmaster that had hidden in the Crimson Star Sect.

After this Martial Arts Grandmaster appeared, he did not say a word. He merely stood behind Xin Yichuan. He looked at Mo Wen but showed no intention of fighting.

"No matter what your goal is for hiding in the Crimson Star Sect, I bear no grudge against you. I do not wish to meddle in your affairs. If you leave now, I can let you be." Mo Wen did not even look at the black-robed man. As he said this, his gaze turned towards the members of the Crimson Star Sect. He directly cast the two Martial Arts Grandmasters to one side.

"Old Sect Leader Huo, your helpers are useless. What more do you have to say?"

With a wave of Mo Wen's hand, the group of Crimson Star Sect elders that had been controlled by the Black Gold Puppet all fell to the ground. More than ten of them were all elders. In the martial art circle, they could cause a stir just by stamping their feet. Right now, they were even more docile than kittens. They did not even dare to breathe loudly.

Huo Qize had a sorrowful look. He walked out of the crowd, trembling slightly. He had not expected that one decision would bring about such a huge disaster.

"Lord Mo Wen, I was possessed and did not recognize that you were an expert. All fault lies with me alone. The martial art circle announcement was also my intention. It has nothing to do with the sect great elders and the disciples of the sect at all. I am willing to die to show my apology and be dealt with by you as you see fit. But please let the innocent Crimson Star Sect members go," Huo Qize said this with a sad face as he lowered his head and knelt down to the ground with a thump.

Being extremely proud of one's success begets sadness. He finally experienced the meaning of this saying. If he had not arrogantly believed that there were few sects in the martial art circle that he could not offend and investigated the ins and outs of the Dafang Sect before haughtily sending out the eradication announcement, would he have ended up like this?

After he had achieved success and won recognition, he had completely forgotten to act with caution and that the Jianghu was perilous.

"Not only did you become highly conceited and forgot how to adopt different attitudes under different circumstances, you were also foolish and easily manipulated by others. For a dandy player like Fan Junsheng that does not know his place, you have buried your own clan's lives."

The grudge between Mo Wen and the Crimson Star Sect stemmed from Fan Junsheng. In the end, it resulted in a life or death situation for the two sects. If Huo Qize was just, how would the Crimson Star Sect end up like this?

Upon hearing this, Wang Qinghan walked out from the crowd.

"Old Sect Leader Huo, you have been in seclusion for a long time, so you might not have known. Fan Junsheng is arrogant and despotic. He is vicious and greedy. Just because his older sister was the young madam of the Crimson Star Sect, he has been rapacious and committed all sorts of evils. In the past few years, who knows how many people in the martial art circle he has offended. Many sects did not dare to speak out because of the Crimson Star Sect. Who knows how many martial art circle sects have aimed their hatred towards the Crimson Star Sect?"

"Also, do you know that this Shen Jing is Senior Mo Wen's lover? Fan Junsheng lusted after her beauty and used his means to force her to marry him. This caused Shen Jing to consume poison in an attempt to commit suicide. That is how he angered Senior Mo Wen. I know that with your personality, Old Sect Leader Huo, you will certainly not defend this sort of person. For you to cause such a commotion, you must have certainly been provoked by bad people. Such a shame."

Wang Qinghan sighed gently. Because she had cooperated with the Dafang Sect, after the Crimson Star Sect sent out the martial art circle announcement, she had investigated the whole story. It was just that she had not expected that the young Martial Arts Grandmaster that she had met on the road before this was the Dafang Sect sect leader.