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Chapter 186: Jiligulu
🕑 Added 2025-05-30 19:35:26 +0000 UTCAll Novels || Martial God
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The howling north wind, like a wild horse unbridled, roared and crashed.
In this forest, several Innate powerhouses faced each other with solemn expressions, their hearts as cold as the biting north wind, without a trace of warmth.
He Yiming unleashed his aura to its maximum, releasing every bit of his energy.
Around him, within the range enveloped by the huge and terrifying Guan Broadsword, even the air subtly produced a strange ripple, as if being roasted by Earth Fire, rising in wisps.
Although he was not old, his combat experience was already quite rich, having fought against several Innate powerhouses, including Single-Line Sky Realm powerhouses like Yu Jinglei.
However, each time he fought, he encountered a single enemy, but now, there were three Innate powerhouses standing before him.
After subconsciously slashing out this strike, even he himself wondered if he had eaten bear's gall and leopard's courage to even consider taking on three at once.
These three were not the tenth-level Inner Energy Acquired Stage masters among the horse bandits, but genuine Innate powerhouses.
However, this thought only lingered in his mind for a moment before he immediately dismissed it, concentrating all his energy, going all out, no longer daring to hold anything back.
If he still intended to hide something when facing three Innate powerhouses, that would be pure suicide.
Feeling the powerful aura and might emanating from He Yiming, the three black-clad men with high noses and deep-set eyes also wore solemn expressions.
In their perception, He Yiming's body had completely merged with the surrounding environment. Especially within a four-meter radius centered on him, it seemed to have transformed into another world, a world full of danger for them.
At least half of their gaze fell on the Guan Broadsword. Once they came into contact with this terrifying weapon, exuding a stern chill, their hearts trembled.
This blade was mighty, this was already their common understanding.
A light cough came from behind He Yiming: "Thank you, brother, for saving me. I, Yu Xichen of Hengshan Mountain, am deeply grateful. However, these three people's martial arts are extremely strange, so please be extremely careful, brother."
He Yiming stood as still as a mountain, as if he hadn't heard the words, but everyone understood that he simply dared not be distracted in the slightest.
Upon hearing these words, the three black-clad men couldn't help but exchange glances, their eyes subtly brightening.
The one holding the Soft Sword suddenly spoke: "Your Excellency, this is our grudge with him. Since you do not know him, why do you interfere?"
Although the language spoken by this person was the most popular in the Northwest Countries, he spoke in a rigid, formulaic manner, as if reading from a script, which gave a very strange feeling.
He Yiming's heart stirred. As this person spoke, the auras of the three of them immediately weakened by a few points. If it had been a tense standoff, ready to erupt at any moment, now it seemed there was room for de-escalation.
He immediately understood that these three had no intention of fighting him to the death.
In fact, after multiple enlightenments, He Yiming was no longer the youth who had just stepped into the Innate realm. His 360 Acupoints were now infinitely close to a state of overflowing fullness. Even compared to Yu Jinglei, he was only a hair's breadth away.
When he held the Guan Broadsword, the intensity of his aura had reached a horrifying level.
Even saying he was the number one person below the Single-Line Sky Realm would not be an exaggeration.
The three men had been repelled by his single strike, and coupled with sensing that immense, surging aura, they hesitated to advance.
If they had encountered He Yiming, who had just advanced to Innate more than a year ago, then there was no way these three would have been so amiable.
However, sensing their intentions, He Yiming immediately stood tall, his aura growing even more vigorous, and said: "I do not know your grudges, but since you are fighting here and I have encountered it, then of course I cannot stand idly by." He snorted coldly, saying: "What kind of skill is it to fight with more people against fewer?"
The three black-clad men exchanged glances, unable to believe that they had encountered such a chivalrous figure here.
If it were an ordinary chivalrous person before them, the three of them would have swarmed him long ago, beating him senseless. But the power of the terrifying weapon in this person's hand made all three of them extremely wary. If they could avoid fighting, the three of them absolutely would not want to clash with He Yiming to the death.
Looking at each other, the leader was about to speak when his expression suddenly changed. All three of them simultaneously looked towards where He Yiming had just appeared.
A figure suddenly shot out. This person's face was as excessively young as He Yiming's. After he appeared, he immediately leaped and came to Yu Xichen's side. With a flip of his wrist, a porcelain bottle appeared. He moved like lightning, opened the porcelain bottle, poured out a white pill the size of a thumb, and brought it to Yu Xichen's mouth.
Yu Xichen was overjoyed. He had believed he would surely die today, but he had never imagined that at the last moment, not only did an incredibly powerful young man wielding a Guan Broadsword appear, but then Medicine Daoist also arrived.
After swallowing the pill from Medicine Daoist's hand, his heart settled, knowing that his old life had been saved this time.
The three black-clad men were all startled when they saw Medicine Daoist's actions, and then their faces became extremely ugly.
The leader sternly shouted: "Are you all together?"
He Yiming chuckled, and loudly declared: "Idiot, of course we are all together."
Before Medicine Daoist arrived, he had tried every possible way to buy time, but once Medicine Daoist, this fresh force, joined, he no longer had any qualms.
The three were so enraged that smoke seemed to pour from their orifices. If they had known this earlier, even if they were more wary, they would have fought desperately.
However, at this moment, when their gazes fell upon He Yihai's Guan Broadsword and the subsequently arriving Medicine Daoist, a hint of hesitation flashed in their eyes.
Yu Xichen took a deep breath and suddenly said: "Elder Yao, don't let them go, my Innate Inner Core was stolen by them."
He Yiming's eyes changed, and with a slight flick of his wrist, the Guan Broadsword immediately rattled.
This rattling sound was like countless firecrackers exploding simultaneously, or like countless popping beans crackling in a hot pot, making one's heart restless.
The three men's hearts tightened, and then they saw a flash of light on the Guan Broadsword, and it was already slashing towards them with a towering momentum. All three of them had experienced the fierce taste of the Guan Broadsword before, so how dared they be negligent? Each of them focused their minds, gathered all their True Qi, and prepared to meet this unparalleled, mighty strike coming straight at them.
However, when they raised their weapons high, they did not hear the imagined thunderous roar from the clear sky. All their powerful weapons struck empty air. That hollow, cotton-like feeling made their hearts and bodies instantly feel extremely uncomfortable.
They knew something was wrong, and then they saw a cloud and mist.
He Yiming's Guan Broadsword once again chopped out, but this strike, infused with infinite ferocity, after being unleashed halfway, suddenly became soft and completely devoid of strength.
The indestructible Metal Element power abruptly transformed into the seemingly all-encompassing yet light, agile, and flowing Wind-Rain Cloud-Mist.
It was this incredible, subtle change that immediately gave He Yiming the initiative.
First move, first steps...
Although the Wind-Rain Cloud-Mist power transformed from the Guan Broadsword could not trap Yu Jinglei of the Single-Line Sky Realm, it possessed unparalleled power when facing opponents of the same rank. For a time, these three were caught within the Cloud Mist saber light, barely able to defend themselves.
Yu Xichen, sitting on the ground, stared dumbfounded at this scene, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock. He murmured, "From ultimate rigidity to ultimate softness, how did he do that?"
Medicine Daoist's lips twitched twice. His eyes held the same look of shock. After a moment, he honestly said, "I don't know..."
In fact, the transformation of True Qi from rigid to soft was not difficult for Innate masters; it was almost as normal as eating and drinking. However, He Yiming's situation just now was completely different.
When his Guan Broadsword was first wielded, it clearly displayed ultimate rigidity and strength. The opening moves of the Mountain-Splitting Thirty-Six Forms demonstrated the sharpness of the Metal Element to its fullest. But midway through the strike, the blade suddenly transformed into ultimate Yin and soft power, Wind-Rain Cloud-Mist, hazy and misty, with not a trace of masculine energy remaining.
This kind of sudden transformation from one extreme to another simply shouldn't occur in martial arts.
Although some people simultaneously cultivate two different, or even opposing, cultivation methods.
However, when fighting against others, they can only use them one by one, or fuse two different attribute cultivation methods into one through special means.
Like this, the Metal Element power, which was clearly at its peak of rigidity at the moment of striking, suddenly transformed into the flexible power of the Water Element midway through.
This kind of sudden transformation under full exertion, even the body of an Innate Realm powerhouse might not be able to bear it. Especially the more than three hundred Acupoints in the body, just having used one type of True Qi, suddenly transforming it into another opposing True Qi. This is definitely a method that harms a thousand enemies while also damaging oneself by eight hundred.
However, after He Yiming employed such a method, not only did he not spit blood and retreat, but he was instead as vigorous as a dragon and fierce as a tiger, jumping up and down, trapping all three black-clad men within the saber light. The peculiarity of this change left Yu Xichen and Medicine Daoist greatly confused, and also deeply shocked.
Yu Xichen watched for a few moments, immediately knowing that even if He Yiming couldn't win, he certainly wouldn't be in danger. He let out a sigh of relief and asked, "Elder Yao, who is this person? Is he an Innate Elder from another sect visiting our Hengshan Mountain?"
Medicine Daoist watched the battle intently, not turning his head, and said: "No, this person is a newly joined Elder of our Hengshan Mountain."
"He's an Elder of our sect?" Yu Xichen asked, surprised and delighted.
"That's right," Medicine Daoist said proudly.
He Yiming was He Wude's grandson, and He Wude was his disciple. From any angle, the stronger He Yiming became, the more glorious it was for him.
When he first clashed with these three, He Yiming was still a bit apprehensive. However, once his Guan Broadsword was fully unleashed, his apprehension completely vanished.
His eyes sparkled, and his entire mind was immersed in the Guan Broadsword, man and blade as one; he had unconsciously achieved this.
At this moment, the Guan Broadsword was like an extension of his arm, becoming a part of his body, unleashing the full power of Wind-Rain Cloud-Mist.
Although the three of them were also Innate powerhouses, and the leader among them was even a high-level Hundred Scattered Heavens Realm powerhouse only slightly inferior to him, once they were caught in his Cloud Mist Saber Technique, they immediately found themselves trapped in a quagmire, unable to extricate themselves.
Just as He Yiming was fighting with increasing ferocity, he suddenly heard a strong, resonant voice emerge from within the dense saber light: "Jiligulu..."
This was a strange language. Although He Yiming couldn't understand it, he knew that it didn't belong to the Northwest Countries or Great Shen.
When this sound rang out, the three individuals trapped in the saber light suddenly burst forth as if they had consumed tiger's penis and bear's gall.
The weapons in their hands wildly danced, seemingly without any pattern, yet they followed an extremely profound trajectory, instantly breaking through the clouds and mist that surrounded them.
He Yiming's heart chilled. Before he could change his moves, his Guan Broadsword clashed with their broadswords and Soft Swords.
A surging, almost incredible force came from the Guan Broadsword. He Yiming's expression changed dramatically again. Their strength had far exceeded the limits they had previously displayed. At this moment, it seemed as if each of their strengths had inexplicably doubled, and almost every one of them possessed the powerful strength to clash head-on with the Guan Broadsword.
He Yiming flicked his wrist, and his palm instantly formed a circle, allowing the Guan Broadsword to spin and dance within it, absorbing the shock caused by clashing with the three of them within an inch of space.
Then, his figure retreated several steps like a ghost or a phantom, immediately breaking free from the battle.
The three did not pursue. They were heavily panting, as if that last strike had consumed a great deal of their energy. However, a hint of bloodlust simultaneously flickered in their eyes. This color was eerily chilling, as if a cold sensation was rushing up their spines.
Medicine Daoist and Yu Xichen's expressions also changed dramatically, and their eyes immediately sharpened.
Yu Xichen was an Innate powerhouse after all. Although he had suffered a severe internal injury, having taken Medicine Daoist's injury medicine, and being an Innate powerhouse who could continuously draw upon the Power of Heaven and Earth, he was not fully recovered at the moment, but he did have the strength to fight for a short period.
He tightened his grip on his finely crafted long sword, which shimmered with a flurry of sword flowers.
Medicine Daoist quietly took out his unique weapon. This was the first time He Yiming had seen the old man's weapon. However, upon seeing it, even in such a harsh environment, He Yiming still blinked twice, somewhat doubting if he had seen it correctly.
In Medicine Daoist's hand, there was a bamboo basket.
That's right, it was the ordinary-looking bamboo basket he usually wore at his waist.
He Yiming had always thought that this bamboo basket was merely a tool Medicine Daoist used for collecting herbs. But at this moment, when he saw Medicine Daoist holding the bamboo basket, and the powerful aura it instantly exuded, he finally understood that this object was, in fact, his unique weapon.
The three black-clad men roared, and suddenly leaped with all their might.
He Yiming's eyes slightly narrowed. He suddenly noticed that the bodies of these three were not expanding in front of his eyes, but continuously shrinking.
His heart tightened, and he immediately understood that the three of them had actually given up on pursuing Yu Xichen and were trying to escape.
"Don't let them escape."
Yu Xichen had just uttered these words when his vision blurred, and then he once again saw the thick saber light that almost obscured the sky.
At the moment he spoke, He Yiming had already put his words into action. He pursued them at an even faster speed, re-enclosing them within the vast expanse of saber light and Cloud Mist.
The three were terrified. They were extremely shocked by He Yiming's speed, Saber Technique, and the powerful display of might. This person's weapon was so terrifying that it should primarily rely on masculine strength, yet he was not only proficient in the sharpness of the Metal Element but also so adept at the Cloud Mist Way. Once entangled by him, it was difficult to escape. Moreover, his movement technique was as fast as lightning, clearly superior to theirs.
Encountering an opponent they couldn't defeat and couldn't escape from, anyone would find it extremely troublesome.
After a moment, seeing that they were about to fall into the quagmire-like Cloud Mist again, the leader finally spoke again: "Jiligulu..."
Instantly, the combat power of these three people greatly increased. Whether it was strength, speed, or morale, they seemed to have undergone an incredible transformation. The three of them combined their efforts and immediately shattered the Cloud Mist formed by He Yiming's Guan Broadsword.
The clouds dispersed and the sky cleared, revealing a bright light.
The three no longer hesitated. With a movement of their bodies, they ran side by side into the distance.
He Yiming roared in anger. Being inexplicably repelled twice, even a clay Buddha would have three parts of anger, let alone the unrivaled and young and impetuous He Yiming.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, he darted forward like a flying arrow, almost instantly catching up to them. His Guan Broadsword whirled a swath of saber light, once again enclosing them within it.
Medicine Daoist and Yu Xichen exchanged glances. As Innate powerhouses themselves, at this moment, they felt unable to intervene, and couldn't help but be both surprised and impressed by He Yiming. Especially Yu Xichen, who was meeting He Yiming for the first time, kept muttering to himself.
Where did this freak come from?
"Jiligulu..."
With this incantation-like sound, the three once again broke through the saber-light blockade.
He Yiming was furious and roared, "Elder Yao, what are they yelling about?"
Medicine Daoist was startled. Although he was very old, most of his life had been devoted to pharmacology, so he truly didn't know what they were shouting about.
Suddenly, an old voice came from not far behind Medicine Daoist and Yu Xichen.
"These three youngsters are shouting..." The voice was long and drawn out, but it contained infinite, chilling killing intent: "God says, grant you power..."
Chapter 187: The Marvelous Use of White Stone
