Chapter 52 : Pure Yin Body

Chapter 52: Pure Yin Body

“Whoosh…”

Li Yunqing’s Yin Spirit moved like a wisp of breeze, formless and invisible as it sped forward.

In the blink of an eye, it traversed dozens of zhang and arrived above the few individuals whose eyes were filled with killing intent.

Even so, whether it was passing pedestrians or birds in the sky, none could detect the slightest trace of her movement.

Looking at the six people below, her hands rapidly formed seals. In an instant, strands of chill and sharpness gathered at her fingertips.

They slowly condensed into a small sword barely an inch long.

The intense cold caused the air around the tiny sword to freeze, turning into frost and snow that scattered outward before melting midair and vanishing.

“Go!”

Li Yunqing pointed with her sword fingers. The small sword shot forth, instantly tearing through the air like a streak of light.

It directly pierced into the foreheads of the six below, flashing past in an instant.

In the next moment, the small sword returned to her fingertips, melting like ice and snow as it merged back into her Yin Spirit.

At that very instant, the six figures striding forward below all halted at once. Confusion appeared in their eyes, followed by pain.

But just as the pain arose, the light in their pupils abruptly faded, leaving only lifeless emptiness.

“Thud…”

The six bodies collapsed to the ground.

Everything had happened in the span of a heartbeat.

The passersby who witnessed this all stopped in unison, staring in shock at the fallen six.

In their eyes, they had only seen the six suddenly pause mid-step before collapsing without breath.

Even more bizarre, there was not a single wound on their bodies—only faint moisture gathering on their foreheads, like sweat.

“As expected, when Sword Intent is strong enough, it can kill without form!”

“Those without Intent cannot resist it at all!”

In the void, Li Yunqing’s Yin Spirit stood still, understanding clearly as she observed the scene below.

Without the support of True Qi, Sword Intent alone was not especially powerful.

But after absorbing the baleful aura of the Thousand-Year Cold Poison, it could freeze flesh and blood in an instant.

Just now, the small sword of Sword Intent had passed through their foreheads, piercing each of their skulls and freezing their brains into icy fragments.

Even immortals would find it difficult to save them—they were utterly dead.

“Too bad Zhou Ke has already comprehended Intent. My Sword Intent probably can’t kill him.”

Standing in the void, Li Yunqing looked toward the restaurant from afar, her expression filled with regret.

“Buzz!”

Her Yin Spirit swiftly ascended, surveying the surroundings. She could faintly sense dozens of strands of Intent rising throughout Qingzhou City.

“That’s the Jiang Family, the Qin Family, and the Zhou Family?”

“Each family actually has around ten strands of Intent.”

“Does that mean each of these three families has about ten Qi Realm experts?”

“The key is the Qin Family!”

Li Yunqing looked toward the Qin Family’s direction. There, a powerful Intent stood as a unified whole, like an ancient tree supporting the heavens.

It radiated abundant vitality.

“A complete Grass and Wood Intent? No wonder the Qin Family’s old master could live to one hundred and twenty!”

Realization dawned on her. Her gaze shifted to a corner of the city.

In that instant, she seemed to see boundless blood energy surging into the sky, forming a vast expanse like a blazing sun.

Within that blood energy, sparks of Intent rose—more than a dozen in total.

One of them, though not fully complete, was not far behind the Qin Family’s old master.

“That’s the Demon Suppression Division!”

Standing in the void, Li Yunqing observed every corner of Qingzhou City.

“There really are quite a few Qi Realm martial artists!”

Every Martial Hall, including Mingyu Martial Hall, had a strand of Intent rising.

Even in the Outer City, there were Qi Realm experts.

“And outside the city, where the stationed army is, blood energy also pierces the heavens.”

“It is precisely the existence of these experts that maintains Qingzhou City’s stability.”

“Once the Qin Family’s old master, the City Lord, passes away, without the strongest to suppress everything, Qingzhou will truly fall into chaos.”

Martial artists who had entered the Qi Realm could use True Qi to pierce iron armor, fighting a thousand alone.

Those at Qi Realm Perfection were even stronger—one person might withstand tens of thousands of soldiers.

As for Initial Realm martial artists, they could only be considered skilled fighters.

Even those at Initial Realm Perfection could be easily killed if surrounded by a hundred armored soldiers.

After all, Initial Realm martial artists lacked True Qi and could not break through iron armor, relying only on brute force. Once surrounded, they could not withstand the assault of numerous blades.

“Hmm?”

Sensing the faint connection to her physical body, Li Yunqing looked into the distance. “It’s grown a bit stronger—about eight li away now.”

Without hesitation, she stepped forward lightly, walking through the air like an immortal as she swiftly returned toward the carriage.

“This feeling is truly wonderful!”

Her Yin Spirit walked upon the air, graceful like an immortal—ignoring all things, formless and invisible, undetectable by anyone.

There were no constraints at all, giving her the exhilarating sensation of roaming the seas at dawn and reaching the firmament by dusk.

“That’s right… the Initial Realm tempers the body, the Qi Realm refines Qi, and the Profound Realm likely refines the spirit.”

“If that’s the case, my Yin Spirit—unless it’s a Profound Realm Grandmaster—no one should be able to detect it.”

“However, those extremely close to the Profound Realm should be able to vaguely sense it.”

Inside the carriage, as the Yin Spirit returned to her body, Li Yunqing slowly opened her eyes.

“Miss, you’re awake?”

Sensing movement in her arms, Xiaolan spoke softly.

“I still don’t want to move. Wake me when we get home.”

Li Yunqing spoke quietly, not getting up, continuing to lean against Xiaolan and rest with her eyes closed.

In her heart, she had already decided—once her Yin Spirit and Intent grew a bit stronger, she would deal with Zhou Ke.

There was no such thing as guarding against a thief for a thousand days.

Since Zhou Ke dared to act, it meant he had no scruples. Only by eliminating him completely could she have peace of mind.

If she acted with her Yin Spirit, likely no one in Qingzhou City would notice.

As for poison needles—her inheritance from Ghost Granny was no longer a secret. If she used them, it would inevitably be traced back to her.

Against the Zhou Family, she still could not contend for now.

“Miss’s body is so soft and delicate…”

Xiaolan blinked, holding Li Yunqing in her arms. It felt like she was embracing a piece of warm, soft jade—she didn’t even feel tired.

One day later.

Night fell, starless and moonless. A gentle breeze drifted through the courtyard of Ziyun Pavilion.

Li Yunqing’s body moved lightly, her waist twisting as her clothes fluttered and her hair danced in the wind.

“Mingyu Fist Experience +5.”

“Mingyu Fist (Major Completion 885/1000)”

“Almost there. Tonight, I’ll bring Mingyu Fist to completion!”

Her eyes were slightly closed as the fist technique flowed out instinctively.

“Buzz!”

Suddenly, her body trembled. The familiar tingling, numb, and itchy sensation erupted within her skin once more, instantly spreading throughout her entire body.

“Eighth skin tempering!”

She bit her lip lightly, not stopping. Enduring the strange sensations within her body, she continued to execute the Mingyu Fist.

“Mingyu Fist Experience +5.”

“Mingyu Fist Experience +5.”

The insights in her mind flowed like a gentle stream, gradually converging into a lake.

Time passed. At some point, faint light appeared in the pitch-black night sky, as though the dark clouds had dispersed and the stars and moon emerged together.

In the eastern sky, boundless radiance seemed on the verge of descending upon the world.

“Boom!”

Endless comprehension erupted at that moment, like a surging river beyond control.

All of it poured into Li Yunqing’s consciousness.

With the support of her comprehension, mind, and spiritual traits, her figure became like a fleeting swan, effortlessly performing the Thirty-Six Forms of the Mingyu Fist.

At the moment her fists touched the air, the explosive sound grew even fainter.

Yet under the starlight and moonlight, it could be vaguely seen that the air around her fists silently shattered at the instant her power erupted.

Returning to simplicity—every ounce of force carried both hardness and softness, thunder concealed within silence.

“Mingyu Fist Experience +77.”

“Mingyu Fist (Completion)”

“Mingyu Fist has reached Completion. Trait derived: Pure Yin Body.”