Chapter 111: White Tiger Hell Suppressing Strike, Moon Pavilion Master Tang Yuehua
"Recorded everything?"
Zhu Zhuqing froze for a moment, her eyes lighting up with delight:
"Doesn't that mean, Bai Lu, in a few days you'll be able to fully figure out the Clear Sky Sect's secret techniques?"
"Who do you think I am? That's a piece of cake."
Bai Lu stood proudly within the spiritual sea.
"Amazing!"
Zhu Zhuqing couldn't wait to ask, "Then what about the ring explosion? Can that be researched, too?"
"I'll explode your head."
Bai Lu immediately dispersed his aura, leaning back and collapsing onto the throne with a speechless expression:
"That's a skill comparable to a divine skill. If I could learn it at a glance, would I have needed to sacrifice myself to you before?"
"Haha… true."
After thinking about it, Zhu Zhuqing realized that made sense.
But…
"You're so smart, Bai Lu. It shouldn't take you too long to figure it out, right?"
A sly glint flickered in the little kitty's eyes.
Flattery.
This was blatant flattery.
But Bai Lu really fell for it.
"Of course!"
Bai Lu said with absolute confidence:
"Give me time. If I focus on researching it and use you and your clones for experiments, I can develop it within three to five years at most."
"Three to five years…"
Zhu Zhuqing looked a little disappointed. She had thought it would be like Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, just two months.
"Developing a divine skill in three to five years—is that long?"
"Not long."
"Exactly. When I sacrificed myself to you, I had just reached one hundred thousand years, not a million, and I'm not a god."
Bai Lu said speechlessly, "Are you making wishes here?"
"Meow~ I just think you can do anything~."
Zhu Zhuqing smiled sweetly.
"If you truly want to acquire the ring explosion, it would be more practical to find an opportunity next time to kill Tang Hao or Tang Xiao."
"With their souls, I can create a ring explosion secret technique suited to you in just a few days."
"The Great Sumeru Hammer and Ring Explosion Technique are too time-consuming. I don't have time to research them in the short term."
Bai Lu crossed his legs: "I have plenty of projects right now. Every one of them is more important than the ring explosion."
"Next, I'll first thoroughly study Purple Demon Eye and develop a new secret technique for you to learn."
"Once we return to Spirit Hall and I pass you the technique, after you have mastered it, then you should start considering…"
"Obtaining the sixth soul ring."
Zhu Zhuqing picked up the sentence, anticipation flashing in her eyes.
The sixth soul ring, according to Bai Lu's plan, would definitely be at the hundred-thousand-year level.
At that point, her strength would undergo another qualitative leap.
"Exactly!"
Bai Lu snapped his fingers: "With me behind you, just move forward."
"By the way, what were those skills you used just now, White Tiger Hell Suppressing Strike and White Tiger God-Killing Claw?"
Recalling the earlier battle, Zhu Zhuqing suddenly thought of the mysterious soul skills Bai Lu had used.
"Every truly powerful existence has its own signature techniques."
Bai Lu gave an example: "For example, the Snow Empress of the Extreme North has the Snow Empress's Three Ultimate Techniques: Empress' Chill (Snowy Dance of Ultimate Ice), Empress' Palm (Snowless Glacier), and Empress' Sword (Unparalleled Chill)."
"And I also have the White Tiger's Five Absolutes: claw, palm, light, strike (kill), and curse."
He paused, the corners of his lips curling up:
"Want to learn? I'll teach you."
"Mm! Mm! Mm!"
Zhu Zhuqing nodded vigorously, her eyes practically spelling out three words—want to learn!
"Among these five, you can learn three: claw, palm, and strike."
"I'll first pass on White Tiger Hell Suppressing Strike to you. This move focuses on suppression and can be used together with your Gravity Force Pressure skill."
With a casual wave of his hand, Bai Lu transmitted the method of this ultimate technique directly into the girl's mind.
"White Tiger descends upon the world; its roar shatters the firmament, suppressing body, soul, and domain?!"
As Zhu Zhuqing observed the secret technique, her eyes grew brighter and brighter.
It was as if she could already see her future—one punch falls, suppressing the eight wilderness.
...
"Boom!"
In the north, a streak of blood-colored light crashed into the forest.
The moment Tang Hao landed, his entire body collapsed forward powerlessly.
His aura was withered, his meridians shattered, his entire body like a man drenched in blood.
After that brutal battle, all his soul rings had exploded, and his injuries had fully erupted.
The fact that he was still alive could only be called a miracle.
"Damn it…"
He looked at his now-missing right hand, then toward the south, his eyes burning with overwhelming hatred:
"Zhu Zhuqing…"
"If I don't avenge this, I, Tang Hao, swear I am not human!"
After roaring, he plunged into a stream to wash off the blood, then staggered into Heaven Dou City.
Only after reaching a pavilion did his body tilt, and he lost consciousness on the spot.
Not long after…
"Madam! There's a heavily injured old beggar collapsed in front of our Moon Pavilion. Should we throw him farther away?"
"A beggar?"
The gentle and elegant woman playing the guqin froze for a moment, then quickly shook her head:
"No! Moon Pavilion is a refined place. If we do something so crude, what will the other nobles think of us?"
She walked out, intending to have the servants send him to a medical hall.
Suddenly, that familiar figure reminded her of someone she knew well.
Tang Yuehua's body trembled as she slowly crouched down.
Her trembling hand reached toward the "old beggar," brushing aside the hair covering his face:
"Hao?!"
In that instant, she froze completely.
That once heroic man who had roamed the continent with unmatched presence… How had he fallen to such a state?
She tightly held Tang Hao's head, her face filled with pain and tenderness.
"What's going on?"
"Wasn't he a beggar?"
The nearby servants and young students looked completely confused.
Could it be… Madam had such a peculiar preference?
"Who injured you like this?"
As Tang Yuehua tried to move Tang Hao's body, she discovered he was missing a hand!
Her tears burst out instantly as she hurriedly shouted:
"Quick! Go invite Madam Ye of the Nine Heart Begonia family!"
In an instant, the entire Moon Pavilion fell into chaos.
"Madam Ye, how is my brother?"
Two hours later, Tang Yuehua asked nervously.
"His condition is very bad. His meridians are broken, and his entire body is filled with hidden injuries."
"If he weren't still breathing, anyone would believe he was dead."
Ye Tianxin wiped the sweat from her face and shook her head helplessly:
"Even with all my strength, I can only stabilize his injuries."
"For him to fully recover, even with my help, he'll need at least ten years of quiet recuperation."
After speaking, she gave a slight nod and turned to leave.
"Brother… who exactly injured you like this?"
The noble Moon Pavilion Master broke down into tears once more.
At the same time, in a small city thousands of miles away
Inside a hotel room
"Come out, Ning Rongrong!"
Zhu Zhuqing raised her bracelet. With a flash of light, Ning Rongrong's figure reappeared in reality.
"Zhu—Zhuqing! Are you alright?!"
The moment Ning Rongrong came out, she anxiously grabbed Zhu Zhuqing's arm, looking her up and down.
Being stored inside the bracelet for that period had worried her terribly.
"Don't worry, I'm fine."
Zhu Zhuqing calmly shook her head.
"That's good…"
Ning Rongrong let out a sigh of relief and asked, "Who was that guy blocking the road just now?"
"Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Douluo, and also Tang San's father."
Zhu Zhuqing said calmly, her expression unchanged as she ate her refined dinner.
End of Chapter