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Capítulo 99

"1, 2, 3?" Huang Jianguo's ears were incredibly sharp. He ran his fingers over the number wheel, counting "1...2...3..." as he memorized the numbers. With a "click," the lid of the combination lock box suddenly sprang open...

With a deafening roar, the 50 grams of C4 plastic explosive hidden in the box's inner compartment exploded...

C4 plastic explosive, or C4 for short, is a high explosive made of a mixture of TNT, Semtex, and white phosphorus. It can be ground into powder, packed into rubber materials, squeezed into any shape, and stuck to concealed locations, hence its nickname "cruel chewing gum".

The explosive force of C4 is equivalent to ten times that of TNT, and the 50 grams placed in the safe was enough to destroy a house.

The acrid yellow smoke gradually dissipated, leaving behind scattered fragments of colorful RMB banknotes. Huang Jianguo's body had been blown away, leaving only bloody, mangled limbs on the ground...

"What a pity, such an extraordinary person..." Master Jia sighed, then thought again, "It's all thanks to that silly blind man, otherwise it would have been him and Nizi who were blown up. Tang Jia San Shao once opened the combination lock box. He must have activated the explosive device when he closed the lid and scrambled the combination. Director, you're being too ruthless!" Thinking of this, a chill ran down his spine.

"Master..." Just now, Ni Zi had been so frightened that she had burrowed into Master Jia's arms. Now, she peeked out and asked tremblingly, "Where is the blind man?"

“He’s dead… but we’re alive, Nizi, let’s go…” Master Jia shook his head and sighed. He touched his belt, where the small gray-white bone bottle containing the “Returning Soul Water” was hidden in the compartment. He said to Nizi thoughtfully, “Remember, always be careful.”

“Master, you’re not wearing any clothes…” Nizi asked, looking at the shirtless Taoist priest Jia.

Master Jia touched his dark, old skin. His shirt had been destroyed by Master Qiao's true energy. He glanced at Master Fei lying on the ground, walked over, and took off his black shirt, which fit him perfectly.

"Master Jia, your behavior is a disgrace to the Quanzhen Sect!" Song Diweng said awkwardly from the side. He had lost his martial arts and completely lost his fighting spirit.

Master Jia snorted and ignored him, then grabbed Nizi's hand and prepared to leave.

"Master, where is Brother Youliang?" Nizi called "Xiao Cui'er" over while thinking of Youliang in the small cave.

“Oh, he’s gone,” Master Jia replied.

"Where did he go?" Nizi asked, puzzled.

"He's probably gone back to the Foya Temple in Tongguan to become a novice monk," Master Jia said haphazardly, not wanting Liang to follow him around.

"Stop!" At this moment, Shen Caihua spread his arms to block the way.

"What are you trying to do?" Master Jia asked, displeased.

"You can't take Momo away," Shen Caihua said firmly.

Master Jia had almost had his belly ripped open by Shen Caihua before, and now that he had very little "innate true energy" left, he would surely lose if they really started fighting. Moreover, there was a Hakka nanny by the pool, so he absolutely could not engage in a head-on confrontation.

“Nizi is my disciple, why are you keeping her here?” Master Jia softened his tone and asked in return.

Shen Caihua was stunned for a moment. Yes, he had gone through so much trouble to find Momo, was he going to take her back to Nanshan Village...?

“To the Nmai River in Myanmar,” Shen Caihua blurted out after a moment’s thought.

"I'm not going!" Nizi grabbed Master Jia's hand and shouted.

“Mo Mo…” Shen Caihua was stunned, staring at Mo Mo at a loss.

The Hakka woman stepped forward and said calmly, "Master Jia, Nizi is a long-lost relative of Caihua, so it is only right that he take her back. However, we are in a hurry to get to northern Myanmar, so we will take her with us."

Master Jia smiled and said, "Alright, let's go to northern Myanmar together then."

"No, I want to find my mother!" Nizi protested loudly.

Master Jia squatted down, looked at Nizi, and gently said to her, "Nizi, your mother is in northern Myanmar..."

Shen Caihua was stunned for a moment upon hearing this. He remembered that Han Sheng and his wife had once said that Mo Mo was an orphan, with both parents dead and a pitiful background, just like himself. But now, how could Master Jia say that his mother was in northern Myanmar? Looking at Mo Mo's expression of endless longing and yearning for her mother, he couldn't bear to pry any further. Anyway, he would find out everything when they got to northern Myanmar.

The Hakka woman's gaze fell on Nizi. Chen Cai had gone through great hardship to find her, but the little girl had forgotten everything from her childhood. If they insisted on taking her along, they would probably have to bring Old Master Jia along as well, even though he seemed to be severely injured. They still needed to be careful along the way. With that in mind, the woman agreed, "Alright, Master Jia, then we'll head south to northern Myanmar."

Shen Cai put on his clothes, then squatted down and carefully rolled the suction cup into a tube, gently holding it in his arms.

Master Jia smiled and nodded. Without saying a word, he squatted down and carried Nizi on his back. With a "meow," "Little Cui'er" jumped into Nizi's arms, but kept turning her head, watching Chen Caihua's shirt pocket warily.

The Hakka woman stood before Old Man Ao's body, sighing deeply. Human fate is so unpredictable. How much better it would have been if Old Man Ao had stayed quietly in Kokang; why did he have to travel all the way to the Central Plains to die…

"We're going back to the rainforest..." Dudu excitedly flapped its wings, circling above the group's heads before taking the lead and flying off. The group followed the winding, narrow path at the bottom of the valley, heading west towards Tongguan.

The canyon returned to calm. Song Diweng silently squatted beside Fei Daozhang and massaged the Yuzhen acupoint on the back of Fei's head to release blood. After a while, Fei Daozhang slowly woke up.

"Master, what happened..." Master Fei said in a daze.

Song Diweng shook his head, sighed deeply, and said, "A complete defeat... even the commander is seriously injured..." After saying that, he walked to Lou Yi's side, checked his breathing, and found that he was already dead.

"Chief? You mean the chief is here too?" Master Fei asked in surprise.

"Yes, while you were unconscious, the commander and the others arrived here, but in the end, they all perished at the hands of a blind man. It's truly unbelievable..." Song Diweng said with emotion.

"Hey, where are Ziyun's clothes?" Master Fei asked in surprise, touching his fair belly.

"Fine, let's just take this one piece." Old Man Song said helplessly, pointing to Old Man Ao's corpse.

Master Fei stepped forward, unbuttoned Elder Ao's clothes, forcefully pulled off the gray Zhongshan suit, shook it, and put it on himself. It was a little small, so he only fastened three buttons.

"Master, what should we do next?" Master Fei asked cautiously.

"Let's go back to the capital," Song Diweng replied thoughtfully. With the commander's life hanging in the balance, nothing else mattered.

“Yes, Master,” Master Fei replied.

The two walked past the corpses of Ao Lao and Lou Yi, dejectedly heading eastward into the canyon.

"Hiss..." A very faint sound came from behind the bushes.

Song Diweng gestured for them to stop, then tiptoed behind the bushes. He peered closely, and the scene before him sent chills down his spine…

Chapter 151

Behind the green bushes, a pale, handless, and legless body with its rear end sticking out was clinging to the young monk Youliang, breathing heavily mouth-to-mouth, making hissing sounds...

The moment the C4 plastic explosives inside the briefcase detonated, it severed Huang Jianguo's limbs, tore his clothes to shreds, and the blast threw his remaining body over the bushes, landing squarely on the unconscious Youliang.

Although Huang Jianguo had lost his arms and legs, and his head and internal organs had been severely concussed, rendering him mentally impaired, the "Intermediate State Corpse Absorption Technique" within him remained intact. While the meridians in his hands and feet were severed, the true energy in his upper body's Ren and Du meridians was overflowing and urgently needed an outlet. Coincidentally, the unconscious Youliang was pressing down on him. Instinctively, Huang Jianguo's upper body writhed, finally pressing his mouth against Youliang's. His tongue instinctively pried open Youliang's teeth, and Guo Pu's unparalleled skill, the "Intermediate State Corpse Absorption Technique," poured forth in a torrent…

This most bizarre Yin-based technique in the world should ideally involve first absorbing and then nourishing the recipient, clearing away the original righteous and evil energies before nourishing it with Yin energy, and it takes forty-nine days to complete. Back then, Huang Jianguo was blasted out of the ancient tomb before the nourishment period was over, thus only inheriting seventy percent of its power. You Liang had never learned martial arts, his dantian was empty, without any impurities, and being unconscious, he offered no resistance. If he were conscious, he would have already pushed away the terrifying half of his body pressing down on him.

Youliang was forcibly injected with the "Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique" from the very beginning.

"Master, this is absolutely terrifying!" Master Fei said tremblingly behind Song Diweng.

Old Man Song silently gazed at the blood-dripping, slightly writhing half-body, and said thoughtfully, "Ziyun, a long time ago, there was an extremely evil martial art in the Central Plains, which specifically drained people's vital energy. It was indiscriminate in killing people of all styles, whether internal or external, righteous or evil. The strange methods this blind man used to deal with the Chief, Old Taoist Jia, and Master Qiao today are very likely this long-lost, unparalleled evil art..."

"Ah... such an unbelievable thing exists in the world?" Master Fei exclaimed in astonishment.

"Well, it's said that this kind of evil skill is called the 'Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique,' and its originator was Guo Pu, a great master of Yi studies during the Eastern Jin Dynasty," Song Diweng chuckled.

"The Intermediate Yin Corpse-Sucking Technique?" Master Fei murmured, looking at the pile of writhing white flesh. He said regretfully, "Master, the blind man has already blown off his limbs and bled to death. Now he's just having nerve spasms. Even if that kind of unparalleled evil skill still exists, it will be lost once again."

“No, it hasn’t been lost…” Song Diweng said, staring at the mouths of the blind man and Youliang, as if he had just realized something.

Master Fei pulled out the acupressure peg from the back of his neck, which was tucked into his underwear. He squatted down and gently pricked the blind man's large scrotum. He exclaimed in amazement, "This guy's testicles are as big as a bull's. It's really amazing."

"Ziyun, don't touch him!" Song Diweng hurriedly stopped him, "This guy is transferring his internal energy..."

"Transferring skills?" Master Fei stared wide-eyed, quite puzzled.

“Indeed, a peerless evil skill naturally has its unique way of being passed down. Didn’t you see? He’s practicing breathing exercises with the little monk right now,” Song Diweng said with certainty.

"However, I'm afraid that before the transmission is even finished, the nerves in this half of the body will be dead." Master Fei was quite dismissive.

With a solemn expression, Song Diweng warned, "Ziyun, this is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity. We must stay here and guard against any interference until the transmission of power is complete. If the young monk is fortunate enough to obtain this unparalleled evil skill, it will surely be of use to me in the future..."

Inside the Yuxi Grand Canyon, Song Diweng and Fei Daozhang found some dry firewood and branches, placed Lou Yi's corpse and Huang Jianguo's severed limbs on them, and then set them on fire. For those who die far from home, it is already a good end if their bodies are not left to rot in the wilderness.

As the sun set, Master Fei glanced around and saw that the blind man and the young monk were still passing on their skills. "It's really strange," he thought to himself.

"Ziyun, we still need to get some food. We don't know how much longer we'll be stuck in these mountains," Song Diweng said, frowning.

"Master, please wait." Master Fei pulled out his acupoint striking stick and walked to the edge of the "Chaste Maiden Pool." With a few swift movements, like chickens pecking at rice, he quickly caught more than ten small fish. He washed them clean in the pool water, then lit a bonfire at the entrance of the small cave and slowly roasted the fish. It was about ten meters away from where the little monk was, and they could see each other.

Darkness falls early in the canyon, and a cool night breeze blows. Master Song and his apprentice sit by the campfire, slowly chewing on the fragrant charred fish and chatting.

"Master, how could that safe containing the money suddenly explode?" Master Fei asked, chewing on a fish head, puzzled.

"Hmm, this is definitely not the work of people from the martial arts world. I suspect the target is Jia Shiming. That blind man mistakenly stole his briefcase, but ended up falling victim to his scheme himself," Song Diweng said, pulling a small splinter from between his teeth.

"Who gave Jia Shiming the password box?" Master Fei seemed to understand something.

“The one who wants to silence him,” Song Diweng replied.

Master Fei seemed to have a sudden realization and said, "The one who instructed Jia Shiming to oppose us, who also wanted to obtain the 'Ghost Pot,' and who has always remained hidden behind the scenes."

“Indeed, the person who could make such an exquisite bomb must be someone from the government. Look at the amount of money that was blown up on the ground, at least over 100,000…” Song Diweng said.

"One hundred thousand!" Master Fei gasped.

"Hmph, the reward for the 'Ghost Pot' is too little," Song Diweng snorted.

"So, Jia Shiming has already sold his 'Ghost Pot'?" Master Fei now fully understood.

Song Diweng grabbed another small fish, gently tore off its head and threw it into his mouth, saying, "Hmm, 'discarding the millstone after it has done its work,' that's why it brought about its own demise."

Master Fei let out a long sigh and silently tended the campfire. After a long while, he changed the subject and said, "Master, 'no coincidence is too much,' the blind man only had his limbs blown off, but his body was still intact. In the end, it was the little monk who benefited."

Song Diweng smiled bitterly, "Perhaps it was because the blind man absorbed enough of Jia Shiming's innate qi and Master Qiao's 'righteous qi' to offset some of the airflow generated during the explosion, which is why he wasn't completely pulverized."

Master Fei nodded, agreeing with his master's words. "Master, is the commander's injury serious?" he asked with concern.

"He was shot twice in total, but the one in the chest was more fatal. Master Qiao carried him away and couldn't get back to the capital. He's probably being treated in a hospital in Sanmenxia City. Doesn't that terrify those local officials?" Old Man Song chuckled maliciously.

"Will the local police follow the clues and find their way to this canyon?" Master Fei said worriedly.

"Probably not. The leader would never reveal his purpose or whereabouts here. The 'Ghost Pot' is a state secret and is far too sensitive," Song Diweng replied.

"Master," Master Fei asked cautiously, scratching his head, "what exactly do they intend to do with the 'Ghost Pot' that they're so ruthless in seizing from above..."

Song Diweng stared sharply at Master Fei and sternly rebuked him, "Ziyun, if you want to save your life, don't ask any more questions."

"Yes, Master." Master Fei suddenly felt a chill rise in his heart.

The "Intermediate State Corpse Absorption Technique" requires 49 days to transmit its power, as this number corresponds to one intermediate state (the period between the intermediate state of existence). When Guo Pu created this technique, he divided it into seven levels, each lasting seven days: the first seven, the second seven, and so on up to the seventh seven (also known as the final seven). The most important aspect is actually the "outline" of each level, much like the mental cultivation method of internal energy. Transmitting the power only requires seven hours; the rest is for teaching the "details." As the saying goes, "When the outline is grasped, the details unfold." Therefore, once the "outline" is established, even if there isn't enough time to nurture the "details," one can still cultivate independently later.

Six years ago, in the ancient tomb, when Guo Pu's corpse was feeding back the "Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique," it was forcibly interrupted after only five weeks. Therefore, Huang Jianguo only obtained five levels of the "Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique." Even so, he could already absorb people's essence from a distance of about ten feet. If he reached the seventh level and achieved perfection, he could take a person's life from a hundred paces away. Now, Huang Jianguo has had his limbs blown off, his six spirits scattered, and the moment when his three souls leave his body is almost over. Instinct compels him to first impart the "outline" of the feeding back technique when the time is right. However, the "outline" of the five levels of the technique requires thirty-five hours, or seventy hours, to complete.

The sun rose and set, and Song Diweng and Fei Daozhang persevered in the canyon for three days. Finally, the half-body quietly rolled off Youliang's body, lying on its back with its blank gaze staring at the ethereal sky... It's a pity that the once handsome, dashing, ambitious, and passionate young man ultimately ruined his reputation and died far from home due to his own greed.

“He’s dead…” Master Fei stepped forward and kicked him twice, finally letting out a weary sigh of relief.

Song Diweng bent down and carefully examined Youliang, who was still unconscious, and muttered to himself, "It's been three days since the power transfer was started. I wonder if this little monk has succeeded yet?"

"Let me wake him up and ask him," said Master Fei, before he was about to make his move.

“No, let him wake up naturally,” Song Diweng said thoughtfully. “Ziyun, burn half of this blind man’s body as well, after all, he is the little monk’s master.”

"Yes, Master." Master Fei grabbed Huang Jianguo with disgust and took him aside to be cremated.

A wisp of smoke dissipated, and the peerless Yin Master Huang Jianguo vanished into nothingness. Alas, the world is ignorant of the mortal realm, and in the end, it is all but a fleeting dream...