Chapter 547: 482: This Spear is Truly Miraculous_2

Chapter 547: Chapter 482: This Spear is Truly Miraculous_2

He didn’t know how to thrust?

How to thrust?

In what manner to thrust?

Why would it be like this?

Yang Zhenshan went from exhilaration to bafflement, from bafflement to a tinge of fear.

Suddenly he violently shook his head, clenching the spear shaft tightly with his palm.

“How could I not know how to use a spear? The spear is part of my body!”

After decades of cultivation, Yang Zhenshan had integrated the spear into his very bones.

To say that the spear was a part of his life was no overstatement.

If he couldn’t use a spear, wouldn’t it mean that a part of his life was missing?

This thought seemed utterly absurd to Yang Zhenshan.

Collecting his thoughts, discarding these ridiculous ideas, Yang Zhenshan’s attention once again fell on the opponent before him.

His right arm was disabled, and his left chest was pierced; the other party was already severely injured.

Even Innate Martial Artists with their powerful physiques and recovery abilities would lose their combat strength with such injuries.

Yang Zhenshan pulled out his long spear, looking sharply at him.

“You’ve lost!”

“Impossible!” Disbelief in the man’s eyes gave way to unwillingness, and he turned, still attempting to fight Yang Zhenshan.

The spear thrust forward, piercing into his abdomen.

Yang Zhenshan looked at his grimacing face, then back at the spear in his hand.

Indeed, I can still use a spear!

Wasn’t that thrust just now very smooth?

Yet, he still couldn’t find the feeling from that previous thrust.

The spear’s tip entered his dantian, and the man seemed to have his life force drained in an instant.

He slumped to his knees, his complexion going pale, his hair turning from black to white in a moment, and soon after, he was completely gray-haired.

Seeing such a transformation, Yang Zhenshan’s pupils sharply contracted.

What’s happening?

The shattering of the dantian is almost equivalent to destroying an Innate Martial Artist’s cultivation, but it didn’t mean he would become an ordinary person.

Even a crippled Innate Martial Artists would at least possess the strength of a Half-step Innate.

This man not only lost his cultivation but seemed to have also lost his vitality.

“This is the Spirit Continuation Blood Refining Skill!” An Yuxing approached and seeing Yang Zhenshan’s confusion, said softly.

“Spirit Continuation Blood Refining Skill? Is it related to his cultivation technique?” Yang Zhenshan pulled back his spear, looking at the lifeless body of his opponent, and spoke as if he understood.

Yang Zhenshan had come across few Innate Cultivation Techniques, at most two. One was the Yimu Chang Chun Skill he cultivated, the other was the Hengdao Heqi Skill cultivated by Ji Zhen, but he only partially understood Ji Zhen’s Hengdao Heqi Skill.

As for other Innate Cultivation Techniques, he had heard a lot about them but had not really come into contact or studied them.

So his understanding of Innate Cultivation Techniques was not very thorough.

He had wanted to visit the Hidden Skill Pavilion in the royal collection but Emperor Yanping was not seeing him favorably during this period, so he had temporarily given up on the idea.

“It is related to the cultivation technique, but this Spirit Continuation Blood Refining Skill is not a proper Innate Cultivation Technique,” An Yuxing stepped forward, checking the corpse on the ground.

“An improper cultivation technique? How is it improper?” Yang Zhenshan asked in confusion.

A cultivation technique could be improper?

“Spirit Continuation Blood Refining Skill is a method that accumulates Innate True Qi by absorbing the blood energy, specifically the blood energy of Martial Artists, and the higher the Martial Artist’s cultivation, the better the effect of the blood energy!”

“In simple terms, it’s a shortcut method,” An Yuxing explained patiently.

Yang Zhenshan came to a realization; isn’t this an evil skill?

Calling an evil skill an improper cultivation technique seemed to make sense!

How does one obtain the blood energy of Martial Artists?

The simplest way is to kill them!

Using others’ blood energy for cultivation, indeed, is quite improper.

“I haven’t asked for Senior’s respected name yet!”

“I am An Yuxing.”

“Junior Yang Zhenshan greets Senior An!” Yang Zhenshan gave a fist and palm salute.

He had never heard of this name; it must be an old figure from Sanshan Valley.

An Yuxing stood up, examining Yang Zhenshan from head to toe.

“How did you manage to produce that spear thrust just now?”

“Uh!” Yang Zhenshan felt somewhat embarrassed, “I’m not quite clear myself, and I’m a bit at a loss right now!”

He wasn’t surprised that the old man could see that the spear thrust he had just performed was out of the ordinary.

But truly, he had no idea.

An Yuxing didn’t find it surprising either, “It’s a pity, that spear thrust seemed to have touched the threshold of Entering Tao! If you could master that move, then in the future, it’s very possible for you to reach the level of Entering Tao!”

“Entering Tao!” Yang Zhenshan couldn’t help but exclaim in shock.

“Mmm, although I am not certain, it is very likely!” affirmed An Yuxing.

Yang Zhenshan had never expected that he could have come close to the level of Entering Tao. It was a pity that the moment came so suddenly that he wasn’t prepared at all, and it was so fleeting that he didn’t even have the chance to fully experience it.

“Sigh~~”

Yang Zhenshan felt somewhat melancholic, unsure of when he would be able to reproduce that spear thrust.

But at the moment he hadn’t even reached the level of controlling True Qi, so the concept of Entering Tao was still too distant for him.

An Yuxing shook the wine jug in his hand, which was now empty.

“This old man will be leaving, and I’ll leave this place in your hands!”

“Uh! Senior isn’t going to the Imperial City?” Yang Zhenshan asked.

“No need, this old man doesn’t want to join the bustling crowds!” An Yuxing waved his hands dismissively.

Looking at the wine jug in his hands, Yang Zhenshan said, “Senior, if you have time, come drink with me. I have plenty of fine wine at home!”

“Fine wine!” An Yuxing stopped in his tracks, turned around, and asked with keen interest, “What kind of fine wine?”

“A lot, Hundred Herbs Brew, peach blossom wine, apricot blossom brew, and so on. Senior may not know, but my greatest expertise lies in brewing wine!” Yang Zhenshan said with a chuckle.

Although he wasn’t sure of the old man’s identity, it was clear that this old man was worldly and knowledgeable. If he could converse more with this elder, at the very least, it would broaden Yang Zhenshan’s own horizons.

Yang Zhenshan understood too little of the Innate Realm and was in dire need of guidance from a master.

This man before him was just the right person.

A wine-loving old man, heh, what this Marquis had in abundance was none other than wine!

“Really?” An Yuxing was skeptical.

“Ha ha, Senior An might not be aware, but the Hundred Herbs Brew from Marquis Jing’an is a rare and fine wine indeed!” Lu Baishu approached laughing.

“Fine wine, there’s fine wine that this old man doesn’t know?” An Yuxing couldn’t believe it.

As an old drunkard, how could he not be aware of the fine wines available in the world?

“Heh heh, Senior An, the Hundred Herbs Brew from Marquis Jing’an is a treasure, those who get it only keep it hidden away for their own enjoyment. You don’t have disciples to honor you with it!” said Lu Baishu.

That’s for sure!

Although Yang Zhenshan had given away quite a few bottles of Hundred Herbs Brew, in actuality, only a few in the Capital City had gotten their hands on it.

The Duke Ning Mansion, Changping Marquis Mansion, and also Marquis Dongping Mansion.

Lu Baishu had only tasted the Hundred Herbs Brew once at Changping Marquis Mansion; that time Liang Chu was still commanding the imperial guards, yet Liang Chu was so stingy he only let him have a taste.

And as for asking Yang Zhenshan directly, he found it tough to bring himself to do so.

“Do you have it?” asked An Yuxing.

“Uh, no!” Lu Baishu replied.

“Then why all the idle chatter!” An Yuxing said irritably.

I might not have disciples or grandchildren to honor me, but even if I did, it would be useless!

You, lad, don’t even have the wine, still trying to become my disciple or grandchild!

“When can this old man taste this Hundred Herbs Brew?” An Yuxing turned to Yang Zhenshan, his interest piqued.

Yang Zhenshan smiled and said, “I’m quite busy today, how about tomorrow?”

“Alright, I’ll visit your residence tomorrow!” An Yuxing upon hearing there was no wine today, didn’t linger any longer. He threw down a few words and left.

Yang Zhenshan watched his retreating figure, unable to help but grin.

This old man sure was amusing.

“Marquis Yang, how about I come taste it tomorrow too?” Lu Baishu came closer and asked.

“Is your injury healed?” Yang Zhenshan glanced at him.

“A minor injury, it will heal after some time!” Lu Baishu said nonchalantly.

Actually, his injury wasn’t light, having been hurt deep in the chest, but it wasn’t too severe, not affecting his movement, and certainly not his drinking.

“If you’re alright, you’re welcome to drink at my place anytime!” said Yang Zhenshan with a smile.

“Ha ha, I knew Marquis Yang wouldn’t be stingy!” Lu Baishu laughed.

Walking over to the bodies, Yang Zhenshan picked up a spear in one hand and a corpse in the other, “Marquis Lu, I’ll leave this place to you!”

Lu Baishu glanced at the collapsed city gate and shook his head slightly, “I think it’s better to leave this to Shuntian Prefecture. Ah, a perfectly good city gate ruined by you guys!”

Yang Zhenshan smiled and then descended from the city wall.

After all, it was just one city gate, hardly a matter of great consequence.