Chapter 108: Yi Qing's Fury

  Time flies like water in Fuchu, and the outside world is bustling with noise.

  Just as Lu Fan accepted the inheritance and completely closed himself off, the entire Martial Arts Academy was startled by a shocking roar.

  "What? Lu Fan is being held captive in the Void Mansion?"

  The young master's face turned red with rage, and he slammed his hand on the table in front of him, shattering it. This was the only dining table in the entire Yuan courtyard.

  The little black dog lying at the door to bask in the sun also stood up straight and looked at Han Feng and others kneeling on the ground.

  Han Feng gritted his teeth and shouted loudly: "It was Yan Qing of the Yin Yang Institute, that son of a gun used the Blood Sacrifice Method to forcefully release our essence blood in order to avoid the Xian Qi Shi's artifact. Lu Fan Shidi... Lu Fan Shidi, he went into the Void Mansion to save us, but he didn't come out again! Yan Qing that son of a gun escaped, but Lu Fan Shidi didn't come out! Maybe... maybe Lu Fan Shidi is already dead inside!"

  A clear and respectful voice shouted: "Yan Qing, you little scoundrel, how dare you!"

  In an instant, Qing Shi Zun flew up from where he was standing, carrying a piece of light towards the direction of Yin Yang Institute.

  Daoguang Shizun and Big Brother didn't even have time to say a word.

  Daoguang Shizun watched as Yiqing Shizun flew away, gritting his teeth and saying: "This time it will trigger a great war between the two courts. Han Feng, take me to the scene of the incident quickly. I must see the person if they are alive, or their corpse if they are dead. Let's go."

  Han Fengli led Dao Guang away with him.

  The master's face was completely frozen, and he grabbed Chu Xing who was about to leave. "Chu Xing, is it Yan Qing from the Yin Yang Institute?"

  Chu Xing gritted his teeth and said, "That's right, it was him."

  Clutching his fists, Chu Xing shouted: "If he really killed Lu Fan, I will definitely kill him."

  "Whoever harms my junior brother will be punished no matter how far away they are."

  With big strides, Master Big Brother walked out with his hands behind his back.

  "Big Brother, are you going to look for Yan Qing's trouble?"

  The master's voice was calm and powerful, saying: "I'm going to Yin Yang Institute, make a big fuss!"

  Yin Yang Yard, Yan Qing returned to his own mansion.

  As the senior brother of the Yin Yang Institute, his residence can only be described in two words: palace.

  Occupies a hundred miles of land, stands on the mountain top, surrounded by clouds and mist, countless treasures, magnificent and majestic. Only next to the Star Abyss Temple where the Master resides.

  He has several hundred or even thousands of slaves. The food and objects he uses every day are all very valuable.

  Yan Qing walked into the Dan medicine room and selected the Dan medicines she needed from among hundreds of bottles, then took them.

  When others have one or two elixirs that they treasure as precious objects, Yan Qing already has enough elixirs to fill an entire house.

  Yan Qing didn't feel a little better until she had eaten two bottles of Dan medicine.

  He walked back into the practice room, this was his private territory, and except for his master Xing Yuan, no one else was allowed to approach. Even his most trusted slaves, dared not enter the practice room by a single step, or they would be killed without mercy.

  The entire training hall is made of warm stone.

  Wu Yun warm stone, also known as Wu Yun warm stone, has the effect of calming the mind and body, nourishing the body, and strengthening cultivation.

  It's possible to warm up a room with so many hot stones that even an ordinary martial artist can't achieve.

  But Yan Qing, who had the support of the entire Yin Yang Institute, could easily do so.

  He is the future of Onmyodo, the hope of Onmyodo.

  His master Xingyuan also told him that as long as he maintained this cultivation speed, in the future he could also become a master of the Yin Yang Academy.

  Yan Qing himself also believed that he would become a master of the Yin Yang Institute in the future, and it was a certainty.

  Yan Qing took out this time's spoils of war as she sat down cross-legged.

  Driven out of the Void Mansion, he didn't even get to obtain Zhu Lao Gui's elixir. The only gain was Lu Fan's Heavy Sword of No Edge.

  A heavy black sword was taken out of the ring, and Yan Qing examined it carefully.

  The sword was heavier than he had imagined, and Yan Qing found it hard to understand why a small inner sect martial artist could wield such a heavy sword.

  Fingers lightly tapped on the heavy sword, eyes swept over the eight characters "Heavy Sword No Edge, Great Skill Not Craft". The light in Yan Qing's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

  "What a great sword! It's truly a great sword. Rare, rare, the value of this sword is probably far beyond ten spiritual pills."

  Yan Qing saw that Wu Feng's heavy sword was extraordinary, especially the eight characters on the sword, which were priceless treasures.

  "Such a fine sword, falling into the hands of a small-time martial artist like you is truly a waste. Follow me, and you will be able to unleash its most beautiful radiance."

  Yan Qing smiled and pulled out a dozen or so bottles of things and some strange-shaped stones from his ring.

  "Hmm. Since it's in my hands now, I'll have to enhance this sword's power a bit."

  Yan Qing picked up a small bottle and suddenly poured out a piece of dark **onto the heavy sword without edges.

  This is called the Gathering Spirit Liquid, which has the effect of improving one's cultivation on the human body. However, when applied to a sword or other weapon, it enhances the spiritual energy of the weapon. This bottle of Gathering Spirit Liquid alone is worth more than an Ice Heart Meteorite. Yan Qing really likes this heavy sword, and he wants to modify the Unyielding Heavy Sword into his most suitable weapon, increasing its power. Naturally, Yan Qing will spare no effort.

  In a short while, Yan Qing poured three or four bottles of Ju Hua Ling liquid and two bottles of Xu Mi liquid. At the same time, he also crushed two strange stones that could gather the power of heaven and earth fire into powder and applied it to his sword.

  These things are all Yan Qing's most valuable treasures, otherwise he wouldn't have kept them close to his body.

  Lu Fan would have been either laughing or going crazy if he knew that his heavy sword had been smeared with so many valuable things by Yan Qing.

  Yan Qing did everything, but just didn't discover that this sword had been blood-refined by Wu Chen using a special technique, and only Lu Fan could bring out its power.

  Yan Qing's strength was still far from being able to wield the heavy sword to its full potential.

  Of course, Yan Qing did not know all of this for the time being. From his experience, he only knew that once a sword fell into his hands, it was his. He could strengthen it however he wanted. Yan Qing even thought about asking his master Xing Yuan to help him forge it.

  Just as Yan Qing was enthusiastically and vigorously practicing his heavy sword techniques, a sudden loud shout exploded from outside.

  "Xīng Yuān, come out for me!"

  A loud shout exploded, echoing throughout the entire Yin Yang Institute.

  The terrifying sound waves directly blew off the roofs of many houses in Yinyangyuan.

  All the disciples of the Yin Yang Institute walked out, looked up and saw that their master Qing was standing in mid-air, his entire body shrouded in a terrifying aura that almost covered half the sky.

  Xingyuan, who was in meditation, opened his eyes and said coldly, "It's that Yi Qing guy again. What is he going crazy about this time?"

  In a flash, Xing Yuan also flew out of the courtyard.

  White hair fluttered, Xingyuan saw Qing in a fit of rage at a glance.

  Xing Yuan sternly said: "Yi Qing, what are you doing coming to my Yin Yang Institute? Are you looking for death?"

  With a clear swing of his hand, a three-foot-long sword appeared in his grasp. As the sword emerged, the surrounding space distorted.

  "Xingyuan, your disciple killed my junior brother. Today, I will make the Yin Yang Institute restless! I'd like to see if the Martial Dao Academy has lost its rules!"