If Chen Jiuyang had continued to cultivate according to the medical immortal inheritance, there would have been no need for such trouble.
However, Chen Jiuyang was forging his own path to invincibility, lacking any martial arts moves or experience. Thus, he understood the struggles of ordinary martial artists.
Without cultivation techniques, moves, or experience, everything had to be discovered through his own efforts.
The great opportunity that Monk Puhui spoke of for Chen Jiuyang to step onto the path of invincibility was likely for Chen Jiuyang to carve out a bloody path by himself.
How could one claim invincibility without traveling the world, witnessing all kinds of martial arts, and clashing with countless masters?
Only when facing formidable martial artists would Chen Jiuyang's mind shift, and that sense of epiphany would arise from the depths.
He already knew how to break through the limits of martial arts moves and enter the realm of divinity. The path to invincibility was half a step taken.
The rest involved experiencing the myriad martial arts of the world and gradually forging his own path to invincibility.
A cold wind howled.
The fighting spirit was fervent.
Facing Chen Jiuyang, Wei Chenggong swung a formidable eight-sided Han sword fiercely towards him.
To be the head of a family, one had to be among the best in terms of intellect, martial arts talent, and experience. Wei Chenggong did not repeat Zhao Libai's mistake. Chen Jiuyang had created his own martial path and did not favor the path of divine might. To defeat Chen Jiuyang, one could only rely on pure martial arts and close-quarters combat, exploiting Chen Jiuyang's youth and lack of experience.
With a sword strike, Chen Jiuyang did not draw his saber to defend. Facing the sword with bare hands, he unleashed a punch.
"Clang!"
As the punch was thrown, Chen Jiuyang's surging blood and qi roared and bellowed within him, carrying powerful vitality that remained condensed and unbroken. The fist strike was awe-inspiring!
The fist collided with Wei Chenggong's sword. Wei Chenggong's sword did not pierce Chen Jiuyang's skin. Instead, his sword-wielding hand was slightly numbed by the impact of the punch.
This caused Wei Chenggong's pupils to contract slightly. His sword strike had clearly been aimed at Chen Jiuyang's skin, yet as it neared Chen Jiuyang's body, the tip's direction had been distorted.
Was it a protective aura?
No!
Wei Chenggong's heart sank. Chen Jiuyang had not used his true qi, but at this moment, Chen Jiuyang was as fiery as a volcano. Was it the heatwave of his blood and qi, or was it due to Chen Jiuyang's martial path?
"A formidable young man, truly remarkable," Wei Chenggong said with a solemn expression, sighing inwardly.
He said gravely, "Wei family disciples are forbidden to interfere in the battle between me and Marquis Xuanyang!"
Chen Jiuyang acted with order and would not harm the innocent. If his family members intervened, Chen Jiuyang might very well go on a killing spree.
Rumors from the demonic path claimed Chen Jiuyang was inherently bloodthirsty, and judging by past events, these rumors were not baseless.
Chen Jiuyang spoke, "Your swordsmanship is quite good, but it only possesses technique, lacking the spirit of the swordsman!"
"Otherwise, that last strike wouldn't have gone astray."
Wei Chenggong said sternly, "Marquis Xuanyang is indeed a peerless genius, but my martial path is not for others to criticize. Since that is the case, you shall receive my next strike!"
Wei Chenggong injected his true qi and divine soul into the eight-sided Han sword in his hand, and a sharp aura suddenly emerged.
This sword strike caused Chen Jiuyang's brow to tingle. His eyes lit up: "This strike is good!"
After more than a year of martial arts training, this was the first time Chen Jiuyang had encountered a sword strike that made him feel a sense of danger.
"Rumble!"
Chen Jiuyang's blood and qi surged and burned within him, his aura rising steadily. His fervent fighting spirit erupted, and his divine soul also began to engage.
This was no ordinary sword strike; it was enough to make Chen Jiuyang take it seriously!
The next moment.
Sword light burst forth from Wei Chenggong's sword: "Piercing the Rainbow!"
A grand sword light surged towards Chen Jiuyang.
"Excellent!"
Chen Jiuyang's body trembled slightly with excitement. He had abandoned the cultivation techniques of the divine physician inheritance and walked his own path of Yuan Dao. His full-power, peak punch after comprehending Yuan Dao—he unleashed it!
A pale golden-red fist shadow appeared and collided with the white sword light!
A moment later, white and red merged!
"Rumble!"
The fierce and violent sword qi and the fist momentum clashed and consumed each other, creating heatwaves and scattering sword qi, splashing the damp soil on the ground.
After another moment, Chen Jiuyang's fist momentum gained a slight advantage, consuming Wei Chenggong's sword qi, and then the remaining fist momentum surged towards Wei Chenggong.
Wei Chenggong's full-power sword strike had suddenly emptied his divine soul and true qi, making him unable to mobilize them for a short period. He could only endure Chen Jiuyang's punch head-on.
"Boom!"
The phantom of the remaining fist momentum struck Wei Chenggong. A muffled groan echoed. Wei Chenggong's clothes were burned by the fist momentum, and his skin turned red and peeled as if it had been steamed.
"Pfft—"
Wei Chenggong suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with shock and pain. He slowly looked at Chen Jiuyang: "Marquis Xuanyang, your punch is truly overbearing!"
"The fist momentum is condensed but not released, injuring from the inside out."
"Well done, Marquis Xuanyang, well done, Yuan Dao. It is truly different!"
"Ch—"
A scar suddenly flashed across Chen Jiuyang's handsome face, a trace of pale golden blood slowly flowing out. His fine robes were also slightly tattered. He said calmly:
"Patriarch Wei, your sword strike was also quite good."
The onlookers from the Zhao family and the Wei family were all astonished. The strength of this Marquis Xuanyang had reached such a level that he had heavily injured the head of the Wei family with a single punch.
"This move was exhilarating. I wonder how many more such strikes Patriarch Wei can unleash."
Chen Jiuyang said slowly. He only had superficial injuries, but Wei Chenggong was already at the end of his rope, heavily injured by him.
Hearing this, Wei Chenggong's expression changed. After his expression shifted several times, he cupped his fists towards Chen Jiuyang and said:
"Marquis Xuanyang, I, Wei Chenggong, admit defeat. My life is yours to command, but before I die, on behalf of the Wei family, I say this: we abandon this action of capturing Monk Puhui. Even if we see him, we will not trouble him. In this case, can Marquis Xuanyang spare our Wei family a way to survive?"
Behind Chen Jiuyang were many martial artists from the Zhao family, their martial arts aura extinguished, like cripples, becoming prisoners of Chen Jiuyang.
Even if he admitted defeat and clung to survival, he could at least preserve the Wei family's strength from being devoured and encroached upon by outsiders. As the head of a family, his primary consideration was the survival and continuation of the Wei family, before discussing glory and peak performance.
"Those who understand the times are heroes," Chen Jiuyang nodded slowly. "This Marquis is not one to kill the innocent. I will not take your old life; you should go back and recuperate."
"Consider it the price for that sword strike you unleashed earlier."
Wei Chenggong's expression was stunned. He never expected Chen Jiuyang to spare his life. He then cupped his fists again: "Thank you, Marquis Xuanyang, for sparing my life. From now on, my Lingnan Wei family will never oppose Marquis Xuanyang."
"Someone, help... me... back... to recuperate..."
After saying this, Wei Chenggong collapsed to the ground. The Wei family members' expressions changed drastically as they quickly helped Wei Chenggong up and hurried away.