I Can Strengthen Infinitely

This walking stick looks very ordinary and featureless, but the instant Qin Yuesheng’s fist made contact with it, he realized that this item was by no means an ordinary object!

The force of Qin Yuesheng’s punch was completely absorbed without reservation, rendering his fist harmless to Duke Xuanming.

"Young man, you’re too hot-tempered. Come, let’s have a cup of tea together. Such a temper is not good for the young," Duke Xuanming continued with a smiling face.

Qin Yuesheng would never listen to his words. He immediately reached into his waist Xu Mibag, drew out the Dragon-Slaying Sword, and slashed at Duke Xuanming’s shoulder.

Seeing Qin Yuesheng being stubborn and ignoring his advice, Duke Xuanming’s face instantly turned cold, no longer smiling.

"I was talking to you nicely; why won’t you listen?"

The ground suddenly cracked open, and Qin Yuesheng felt his entire body sink heavily, stopping in place, as if a weight of tens of thousands of pounds was hanging on him, making movement extremely difficult.

Upon closer inspection, it was the firelight emitted from the eight-sided palace lantern in Duke Xuanming’s hand that somehow formed a net at his feet, and the gravity on his body was inevitably related to this net.

Duke Xuanming suddenly opened his mouth wide, stretching to an exaggerated degree as if to swallow an adult whole.

A black vortex slowly began to rotate in Duke Xuanming’s mouth, emitting black mist constantly approaching Qin Yuesheng, intending to swallow him whole.

The vortex was like an endless abyss, and once fallen into it, there would probably be no return.

Qin Yuesheng immediately erupted with all his might, Nine Yin and Nine Yang Inner Strength gushing out fiercely, manifesting around him.

As the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Inner Strength burst forth, the ground beneath Qin Yuesheng was immediately destroyed. The net was also shattered, and the weight on him dissipated accordingly.

"Get out!" Qin Yuesheng shouted, pushing out with both palms, the scorching Nine Yang Inner Strength and the icy Nine Yin Inner Strength swept towards Duke Xuanming with wild ferocity.

With Qin Yuesheng’s strength, Duke Xuanming had to take him seriously, disappearing suddenly from his spot, letting the eight-sided palace lantern fall to the ground, thereby avoiding Qin Yuesheng’s attack.

Simultaneously, an arm reached out from the eight-sided lantern, grabbing Qin Yuesheng’s ankle, attempting to forcefully drag him inside.

Qin Yuesheng hurriedly stomped on the arm with his other foot, grabbing the Dragon-Slaying Sword and cutting down immediately.

Bang!

The arm ruptured into countless beams of light, quickly clinging to Qin Yuesheng’s body, forcibly moving one of his legs towards the eight-sided lantern.

At the moment Qin Yuesheng’s toe touched the eight-sided lantern, he instantly turned into a shadow, completely absorbed into the lantern, and the place returned to quiet.

Crows flew by, landing around the eight-sided palace lantern, their red pupils scrutinizing the lantern glowing with white fire, cawing continuously.

...

In the distance were the transverse mountains, closer was the Black Water, one mountain and one water, all made of ink and brush strokes.

Qin Yuesheng looked around in astonishment; this place was completely unlike the real world, more like a painting.

Duke Xuanming stood not far from Qin Yuesheng, stepping on a turtle, with three immortal cranes circling above his head, all in ink painting style.

At this moment, only Qin Yuesheng and Duke Xuanming seemed normal in this heaven and earth.

"Who exactly are you?" Qin Yuesheng frowned.

"You’ll find out soon. Welcome to my world," Duke Xuanming suddenly exploded into a large amount of ink, dispersing from the spot.

In the sky, a giant hand composed entirely of ink descended, obscuring the sky and pressing down towards Qin Yuesheng. As Qin Yuesheng was about to strike and crush it, numerous hands extended from beneath his feet, grabbing his legs, then his thighs, and waist, aiming to fix him in place, unable to move.

Buzz!

A Golden Bell form suddenly appeared around Qin Yuesheng, shaking off all foreign objects, the Golden Bell keeping all evil at bay.

Divine Skill: Golden Bell Shield.

Seeing the giant hand getting closer, Qin Yuesheng directly unleashed all nine Little Red Suns, imitating how the White Lotus Sect Leader had combined the Nine Yangs into a line to attack the enemy, capable of immense power.

As the nine Little Red Suns collided with the giant hand, the hand couldn’t withstand it, turning into ink and collapsing.

Under Qin Yuesheng’s control, the nine Little Red Suns formed a circle, rapidly spinning above his head, their astonishing heat evaporating this ink world, causing the ink landscape to dissolve like a freshly painted picture tossed into a clear water vat.

Whirr! Whirr! Whirr!

Suddenly, a strong wind rose, drops of ink gathering in the sky, ultimately forming nine ink dragons soaring through the heavens.

"Your Inner Strength Cultivation Technique is indeed extraordinary, take this move of mine," Duke Xuanming’s voice sounded, the nine ink dragons swiftly spiraling together, collectively rushing at Qin Yuesheng.

This monochrome world seemed mobilized at this moment, aiding the nine ink dragons to grow mightier, with each scale on their bodies becoming vividly clear.

Clearly, these nine ink dragons were becoming increasingly formidable.

Undaunted, Qin Yuesheng wielded the Golden Bell Shield, then took the Heaven’s Fire God Blade from the Xu Mibag, directly slashing at the nine ink dragons with the Seven Limits Saber Skill.

Mountain-Crumbling!

Layers of mountains formed, colliding with the ink dragons continuously, each ink dragon seemingly possessing the power of a true dragon, pressing Qin Yuesheng hard, but fortunately, his strength was extraordinary. With the dual assistance of the Divine Soldier and Divine Skill, he ultimately surpassed Duke Xuanming.

As Qin Yuesheng exerted his strength once more, an ink dragon couldn’t withstand the pressure and exploded instantly.

The dam of a thousand miles was destroyed by an ant hole; the demise of the first ink dragon symbolized the beginning of the collapse. With Qin Yuesheng’s inner power outburst, the second and third ink dragons disappeared in succession, until Duke Xuanming could bear it no more, emerging from one of the ink dragons, striking at Qin Yuesheng’s back.

Bang!

But Qin Yuesheng was protected by his divine skill, and without breaking the Golden Bell Shield, it was impossible to harm him. Duke Xuanming’s strike on the Golden Bell Shield only produced a shiver, virtually having no effect.

"Let me see what you really are," Qin Yuesheng reached out, seizing Duke Xuanming’s wrist, activating the decomposition function.

[Yes/No—Decompose the ’Soul in the Palace Lantern Painting: Duke Xuanming’]

[Decomposition success rate, 3.66%]

As Qin Yuesheng grasped Duke Xuanming, he trembled all over, inexplicably feeling enveloped by a mysterious power.