Ultimate Path to Heaven

Chapter 22 In the Canyon Cave

In the canyon with Wang Suiyue, there were only ten Blood Guards. Scarface Li Mian was left in Qingxi Village to ensure the safe evacuation of the villagers should necessary.

Ye Bufan shouldn't have come, but in the end he couldn't rest easy and didn't listen to Xiao Muyu.

At this moment, everyone in the wooden house's hall stared at Xiao Jin with astonished eyes, who seemed to be lost in thought.

Apart from Ye Bufan, all the Blood Guards, including Wang Suiyue, witnessed the events unfolding at Xiao Jingu's place.

Although these Blood Guards are mostly new blood, they still have some understanding of the original owner, Xiao Jin.

The young master, who is timid by nature and has a special constitution that makes him seem sickly... is completely different from Gu Changxiao Jin, which is why the Blood Guards are puzzled.

The young master, who just punched a second-rank warrior away, is now unable to draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth?

"If I'm not a samurai, and there's no one else besides samurai, then what do these system points represent?"

Thinking about the system points, and then recalling how I punched that second-rank warrior away... I remember my strength points were around 20 at the time...

"And what would that power level be like now?"

With a strength value of 20 points, the system not only sent a second-rank warrior flying with a single punch, but also killed him instantly. Now, with a strength value of 94 points, what will happen?

Snapping out of his reverie, Xiao Jin glanced at Wang Suiyue beside him with a strange look in his eyes.

"Uncle Wang, if you stand still and let an eighth-rank warrior strike you with all his might, will he be able to hurt you?"

"..."

Although he didn't know why Xiao Jin suddenly asked such a question, Wang Suiyue was stunned for a moment before replying immediately: "If it is used as a defensive technique, and the opponent is only attacking with their bare hands, it is highly likely that they will not be able to hurt me."

"Oh?"

Xiao Jin seemed to have gotten the response he wanted and continued to ask, "Then, Uncle Wang, can you distinguish between the different grades of fist attacks from the first to the eighth rank?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Suiyue seemed to understand Xiao Jin's meaning: "If it is just pure fist power without the aid of any martial arts techniques, it is naturally possible to distinguish them."

If he couldn't draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to deny the existence of a warrior, then he could use this method to determine his own attack power and compare it to that of a warrior of a certain rank, which would at least give Xiao Jin some idea of ​​what level he was at.

After understanding Xiao Jin's intention, Wang Suiyue stood up and recalled how Xiao Jin, the young master, had knocked a second-rank warrior away with a single punch in the valley... He concluded that Xiao Jin's punching power must have exceeded that of a fourth-rank warrior.

As Wang Suiyue stood with his back to the door, Xiao Jin also got up and prepared.

Although he doesn't have any martial arts techniques or skills, Xiao Jin can control his strength by selecting the amount of numerical points.

Right now, he has all 94 points of strength at his maximum, after all, Wang Suiyue is the strongest ninth-rank warrior.

Looking at his clenched right fist, Xiao Jin, poised to unleash his full power, exuded an inexplicable pressure, as if he were about to unleash a powerful and oppressive aura...

With a cold look at Wang Suiyue's chest, Xiao Jin's muscles tensed like iron in an instant. Power burst forth from the soles of his feet, twisted through his waist and abdomen, and flowed through each joint, finally condensing at the peak of his fist.

The arm, suddenly swung out, tore through the air with a dull whistling sound, like a fully drawn bow suddenly released, causing the surrounding air to seem to distort.

When Wang Suiyue first stood up, he had no intention of using any defensive techniques to more accurately judge Xiao Jin's fist strength.

But the instant Xiao Jin threw his punch, Wang Suiyue not only clearly sensed the powerful and oppressive aura emanating from Xiao Jin, but also inexplicably felt a kind of danger—the taste of death?

The feeling inside was very similar to when I was surrounded and attacked more than ten years ago, and I risked my life to protect the young master when I was shot in the forehead with an arrow...

In a flash, with no time to react, Wang Suiyue hastily activated his defensive techniques...

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Screen switch.

Xiao Muyu followed Lin Yan alone to the mountainside inside the canyon.

Here on the mountainside, the deep cave entrance is half-hidden by twisted withered vines and dark green moss, resembling the lair of a giant beast.

At the entrance of the cave, Xiao Muyu slowed her pace, frowned slightly and hesitated, but ultimately followed Lin Yan inside without saying a word.

Upon entering the cave, a chilling wind seemed to constantly surge forth, carrying the scent of earth and unknown decay, which made Xiao Muyu tremble with fear.

Under the dim light inside the cave, countless memorial tablets were stacked and arranged against the natural rock walls, covering the entire cavern as far as the eye could see.

This scene caused Xiao Muyu to stop in her tracks, looking at the memorial tablets with trepidation...

Most of the memorial tablets were old and worn, with mottled paint and illegible characters. In the dim light, they looked like pale faces without pupils, silently staring at Xiao Muyu, this uninvited guest.

The air was filled with the cold smell of aged incense and damp, musty rocks. In the deathly silence, countless whispers seemed to murmur at the edge of the hearing, sending a chill down Xiao Muyu's spine.

At this moment, Lin Yan stopped in front of the central platform in the cave. Regardless of who Xiao Muyu was behind him, he lit three sticks of incense... The green smoke rose straight up and disappeared into the darkness, as if a cold gaze was falling from above, silently receiving this human offering.

After calming herself down, Xiao Muyu quietly approached Lin Yan from behind. She noticed that the memorial tablet on the platform was very eye-catching, and three words in particular caught her eye: Lin Zhongyi!

As Xiao Muyu approached, Lin Yan remained expressionless, his voice icy: "All 80,000 soldiers of my Lin family are here. I wonder what the princess thinks!"

Lin Yan did not mention his father or his clansmen at the first moment, but instead spoke of the 80,000 soldiers of the Lin family army.

What does this mean...? Xiao Muyu had some idea in her mind, her body trembling slightly as she stood there, unable to speak for a long time...

Time moved very slowly, as if it had stood still.

After an unknown amount of time passed in the eerie silence, Lin Yan's cold voice rang out again in the cave, as if striking deep into Xiao Muyu's heart.

"Regardless of what Father and the Duke were thinking back then, that traitor Chu, sitting on the throne, revels every night... while the suffering of countless common people is far less than it was back then..."

Xiao Muyu was moved and tears slowly streamed down her face.

For the sake of countless people, my father Xiao Dingtian not only helped the traitor Chu to ascend the throne, but also sacrificed himself and his clan. In the end, the so-called righteousness could not withstand the rumors... Heaven is blind!

Faced with Xiao Muyu's silence, Lin Yan slowly turned around: "Tell me, is their loyalty foolish or stupid?"

Wiping away her tears, Xiao Muyu's eyes were crystal clear: "They weren't foolish or stupid, but their righteousness failed to choose the right path!"

"Oh?"

Lin Yan, who had remained completely unmoved throughout, was finally visibly touched at this moment, as if Xiao Muyu was exactly the reason he had invited her here.

"Now that we are both still alive, how should we choose your so-called path?" Lin Yan looked very expectant.

Xiao Muyu regained her usual calm, then looked at Lin Yan with a meaningful gaze: "Aren't you already doing it?"

"..."

Although both understood each other's thoughts, neither of them spoke their minds, but at least they had reached a common goal.