Chapter 0620: Forbidden Evil Medicine

Chapter 0620: Forbidden Dark Elixir

Qin Yun stood by, curious to see how Jian Nanhu would perform this time.

Jian Nanhu possessed a Blackblade Martial Soul and a sword totem. When wielding his sword, he fused both his Martial Soul and totem into the blade before unleashing his divine techniques.

Jian Ruyan, standing beside Qin Yun, said, "Qin Yun, don’t think just because your mental energy surpasses mine that you’re stronger than me! If we fought seriously, you’d get crushed!"

"Got it, tough girl. You’re a hundred times stronger than me, alright?" Qin Yun chuckled. "Thanks for the six Yuanling Mystic Pills—even if you beat me up, it’d be worth it!"

"Tch! Asshole!" Jian Ruyan gritted her teeth and muttered under her breath.

"You look adorable when you’re angry, just like a friend of mine."

Qin Yun couldn’t help but think of Zi Qingcheng and felt the urge to give Sister Baozi’s cheeks a squeeze.

Jian Ruyan also had a round face, but she had this badass, take-charge attitude.

Sometimes, she acted like a total badass, even dropping f-bombs, which clashed with her cute, round-faced appearance—totally at odds with her looks.

Jian Nanhu and the masked man went at it hard, blow-for-blow.

"Now that’s power!" Qin Yun exclaimed. He’d experienced something called "Sword That Quakes Heaven and Earth" before.

"Brother Hu’s greatest strength isn’t his divine techniques," said Jian Mang, "but his totem martial arts. Not only does it let him unleash intimidating sword intent, but his swordsmanship is also formidable."

During Qin Yun’s previous duel with Jian Nanhu, he hadn’t witnessed any sword intent or swordsmanship.

Jian Ruyan frowned. "That masked man is actually quite strong. The Dharma Protector Hall really has some hidden talents! Still, he’s outclassed by Brother Hu—no wonder Brother Hu was so frustrated!"

Watching the fight, Qin Yun noticed that although Jian Nanhu was serious, he wasn’t going all out. He seemed to be pulling his punches, only using Sword That Quakes Heaven and Earth a few times.

The masked man was on the back foot, clearly struggling to keep up.

"This masked man isn’t his opponent," Qin Yun thought.

He could tell the masked man’s strength was limited—if this continued, he’d inevitably lose to Jian Nanhu.

Jian Nanhu also realized this masked man wasn’t the same one who had defeated him before.

Though strong, his techniques and power were completely different.

That was why Jian Nanhu was holding back—he wanted to see if the masked man could unleash that same overwhelming power.

Qin Yun was zoning out since the fight didn’t reveal Jian Nanhu’s true capabilities.

Just as he was growing bored, he sensed a delicate aura—Liu Jingmeng had arrived.

"Brother Yun, you're hurt!"

Liu Jingmeng wore a plain white dress, her brows furrowed as she looked at Qin Yun, her eyes full of concern.

Their close relationship was common knowledge, so while others weren’t surprised to see them so intimate, many were green with envy.

Liu Jingmeng took out a jade vial, ready to treat Qin Yun’s injuries.

"Jingmeng, save those elixirs. I’m fine!" Qin Yun quickly said.

"But… your skin’s all torn up! It must hurt so much!" Liu Jingmeng’s eyes got misty as she gazed at the wounds on his arm.

"It doesn't hurt. I'm practicing a special cultivation technique—it helps strengthen my recovery abilities!" Qin Yun quickly pulled on a robe and smiled. "See? I'm fine now!"

"Brother Yun, why don't you take better care of yourself? It breaks my heart to see you hurt!" Liu Jingmeng said softly, her delicate voice tinged with worry as she gently scolded him.

"I'll be more careful in the future. Thanks for worrying about me, Jingmeng," Qin Yun replied with a chuckle, reaching out to gently stroke her cute face. "How's your Golden Ape Totem practice coming along?"

"I can make the carvings now, though not as finely as you do," Liu Jingmeng answered eagerly.

"Just keep at it. You'll outdo me someday!" Qin Yun encouraged with a smile.

"Brother Yun, I heard you were expelled from Divine Armory City—is that true?" Liu Jingmeng asked sadly, biting her lip. Her look was heartbreaking.

Jian Ruyan and a group of disciples from Divine Armory City watched from the sidelines, secretly amazed, unable to understand Qin Yun’s appeal. How had this girl, Liu Jingmeng, become so smitten with him?

"Mm-hmm," Qin Yun nodded.

"Then I won’t get to see you very often anymore!" Liu Jingmeng’s lips trembled, close to tears.

"What do you mean? I’ll still be staying in Divine Armory City for a while, hanging out with your grandpa, that old baldy!" Qin Yun quickly reassured her with a grin. "I’ve got to earn a bunch of purple crystal coins before I leave!"

"Really?" Liu Jingmeng lit up immediately.

"Of course!" Qin Yun laughed. That was indeed his plan.

After all, Divine Armory City was relatively safe.

He had good relationships with Mu Fengxiao and the bald old man, and staying in their Sigil Hall would keep him well protected.

"I yield!"

The masked man blurted out after being slashed over a dozen times.

"I could have beaten you long ago!" Jian Nanhu scoffed. "You're not my opponent from before!"

The masked man didn’t respond and simply left the arena.

Jian Shitian scowled. "Old Bao, what’s going on here?"

Bao Changshou turned to Granny Ma. "Granny Ma, isn’t this the same person from last time? Go find that one again so Jian Nanhu can get a real match!"

Granny Ma was treating the masked man’s wounds when Liu Jingmeng bashfully ran over to offer her medicine, though Granny Ma turned it down.

"During the last mission, everyone wore masks and identical robes," Granny Ma frowned. "How about I round up everyone who was there and let Jian Nanhu face them one by one?"

"Fine!" Jian Nanhu agreed.

Soon, several other masked men stepped forward, each taking turns facing Jian Nanhu.

This time, Jian Nanhu didn’t bother continuing once he realized they weren’t the right opponent. He stopped immediately to avoid unnecessary injury.

But after several rounds, none satisfied him!

"The one I fought last time used devastating lightning power," Jian Nanhu said, glancing at Granny Ma.

"In our Divine Armory City, the strongest lightning wielder is Tian Yaolei!"

Granny Ma glanced at Tian Yaolei in the distance, then beckoned him over.

"He doesn't look so tough!" Jian Nanhu watched Tian Yaolei approach, sensing the raw lightning energy and was immediately interested.

Tian Yaolei was a hulking, muscular figure who stood out immediately.

"Doesn't matter if it's him or not. All you need to know is that I can defeat you!" Tian Yaolei was bubbling with confidence in his own strength.

"You're really arrogant!" Jian Nanhu sneered. "Since you wield lightning power, let's have a match!"

Tian Yaolei had been eager to step onto the stage. He laughed loudly and said, "Good! No excuses when you lose!"

He produced a giant warhammer and stood at the center of the arena. His bulging muscles crackled with lightning dancing across them, creating a terrifying spectacle.

The reason Jian Nanhu was so eager for revenge was that during his last defeat, he had been punched hard in the face, and it had been eating at him ever since. Moreover, his opponent had defeated him bare-handed.

"Begin!" Jian Shitian shouted.

He had come today to let his grandson settle the score. Otherwise, keeping it bottled up would affect his future.

Tian Yaolei raised his hammer, moving with lightning speed. His stomps made the earth shudder as he charged toward Jian Nanhu in a flash, swinging the hammer down.

Jian Nanhu quickly raised his sword to block. He deliberately took the hit to gauge the strength of Tian Yaolei's lightning power.

KABOOM!

A thunderous explosion rocked the arena, lightning exploded wildly, and powerful shockwaves rippled outward.

Tian Yaolei's massive hammer struck Jian Nanhu's sword—only to crack and shatter upon impact!

"You're finished!"

Jian Nanhu's voice was icy as his blade quivered, releasing a torrent of sword energy. A dense sword intent enveloped Tian Yaolei.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Jian Nanhu's sword moved like lightning, thrusting furiously at Tian Yaolei. Sword energy whipped up shockwaves of force.

"Not necessarily!"

His bulging muscles on Tian Yaolei's body crackled with electricity, expanding and solidifying.

Though Jian Nanhu's sword pierced Tian Yaolei's body, it couldn't fully penetrate. The tip got stuck in Tian Yaolei's tough muscles, making it difficult for Jian Nanhu to withdraw his sword.

The sheer resilience of Tian Yaolei's body seemed comparable to those with a Profound Body.

Even Jian Nanhu couldn't help but feel a hint of admiration.

"You're somewhat capable!"

Facing a formidable opponent, Jian Nanhu grew slightly more serious.

Tian Yaolei's body was pierced multiple times, yet he showed no sign of pain—the most astonishing part.

Even Qin Yun, when injured before, couldn't mask the pain, even if he tried to endure it.

But this Tian Yaolei? He appeared completely unfazed.

"Tian Yaolei's on some special drug, that's why he doesn't feel any pain!" Chu Binyu's face darkened. "This guy... look at those freakish muscles—he's definitely doing something messed up with his training!"

"What kind of drug is it?" Qin Yun asked curiously.

"Some twisted shit. One dose and you're hooked for life. If you don't keep taking it, you'll be in fucking agony."

"This stuff gives you insane power and blocks all pain—even when your body gets wrecked," Jian Ruyan explained. "Of course, inside the Immortal Weapon Illusion Realm, you'd still feel everything!"

Chu Binyu glanced toward the Tian family’s half-immortal and snorted. "These bastards are actually using banned drugs!"

Qin Yun looked shocked. "These drugs do more than just addict people, right?"

Jian Ruyan frowned deeply. "They turn people batshit crazy, turning them into bloodthirsty monsters."

Qin Yun turned to look at Tian Yaolei and realized something was seriously wrong. His eyes were bloodshot, and black veins were popping out all over him—truly terrifying.

Tian Yaolei had become even more fearsome. Each punch crackled with lightning, knocking Jian Nanhu back on his ass.

"Jian Nanhu, you cocky motherfucker—I'm gonna kill you! Hahaha!"

A red haze erupted from Tian Yaolei's body as he wildly unleashed a flurry of punches against Jian Nanhu.

Even though his fists were shredded and bloody from striking the sword, he just kept swinging like a madman.