Chapter - 225 Disaster Strikes When the Screen Wall Breaches the Impregnable Fortress (5)

"Zhou Dian," Shuo Bude called out, "We are all brothers, why would you disregard your own old life?" He came closer to pull Zhou Dian's shoulder, while at the same time said, "Yang Zuo Shi, please be lenient with your palm." He was afraid Yang Xiao was unwilling to withdraw his palm strength and took that opportunity to attack him. To his surprise, as he pulled Zhou Dian's body, Zhou Dian swayed but could not move; while at the same time a burst of ice-cold 'chi' penetrated his palm and went straight toward the pit of his stomach.

Shuo Bude was even more shocked; thinking, "This is the special skill of Wei Xiong's school, the Cold Ice Soft Palm; how could Yang Xiao also train this skill?" Hastily he exerted his own internal energy to resist the attack. But the cold 'chi' was growing in intensity that in a short period of time Shuo Bude's jaws started to chatter from the unbearable cold.

Priest Tieguan and Peng Yingyu rushed forward; one protected Zhou Dian, the other protected Shuo Bude. With the combined energy of four men, the cold 'chi'was no longer unbearable. They only felt that the force transmitted from Yang Xiao's palm was sometimes light, sometimes heavy, something bursting something sluggish; it kept changing with infinite variation. The four men did not dare to withdraw their palms, for fear that as soon as their power slackened, Yang Xiao would sent out his power suddenly and then the four of them would either be dead or at least suffer serious injury.

"Yang Zuo Shi," Peng Yingyu called out, "We are facing powerful enemy; how can you … can you … can you …" His teeth chattered so much that he was unable to continue. He felt as if the blood in his entire body had frozen to ice. Turned out as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, the real 'chi' in his body stopped momentarily that he was unable to withstand the cold 'chi' coming in from his palm.

And so for the next time needed to drink a cup of tea later, Mr. Cold Face Leng Qian stood on the side watching. He noticed that the faces of Wei Yixiao and his four fellow Wanderers were tight, but Yang Xiao seemed to be at ease; he felt very strange. "Although Yang Xiao's martial art skill is high," he thought, "Compared to Wei Yixiao, he is about the same, he won't necessarily be able to defeat him easily. With the addition of Shuo Bude and the others, four men, Yang Xiao is absolutely not their match. Why is it that with one against five, he still looks like he is so confident of victory? There must be something strange going on here …"

Hanging his head, he pondered deeply, but failed to solve the puzzle immediately. He heard Zhou Dian call out, "Leng Mian devil, strike … strike his back … strike …" But Leng Qian was unwilling to make his move before he has a clear understanding of what was happening. Right now, among the Five Wanderers, he was the only one who was not doing anything; they would depend solely on him to escape the danger and get away from distress. However, supposing he also stakes everything he had to battle Yang Xiao, although with the addition of one man their combined power would be increased quite a bit, they still could not ascertain their victory.

He saw that the faces of Zhou Dian and Peng Yingyu had turned blue; it looked like if this situation continued, the 'yin' poison would enter their internal organs, and then they would face endless disaster. Thereupon he took out from his pocket five small sterling silver writing brushes and held them in his hand while he said, "Five brushes, strike your 'qu chi' [crooked reservoir], 'ju gu' [gigantic bone], 'yang huo' [positive orifice], 'wu li' [five interior(?)], 'zhong du' [middle capital]." These five acupoints were located on hands and feet, really were not fatal acupoints at all. He mentioned the target first, apparently so that Yang Xiao would know that he did not have any malicious intention, just wanted him to withdraw his palms.

Yang Xiao showed a faint smile, but did not take any notice of him. Leng Qian called out, "Forgive my offense!" With a tossing motion on his left hand and scattering motion on the right, five silver rays shot toward Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao waited until the five silver brushes came near, then abruptly his left hand swept horizontally, pulling along Zhou Dian and the others, four people, using them as a shield in front of his body. Zhou Dian and Peng Yingyu uttered a stifled grunt as the five brushes separately landed on these two men's bodies; Zhou Dian received two brushes, while Peng Yingyu was hit by three brushes. Luckily Leng Qian had no intention to hurt anybody; the force of his hands was very light, plus the pens did not actually hit the intended acupoints. Although they suffered flesh wound, they were not seriously harmed.

"It's 'Qian Kun Da Nuo Yi!' ['qian kun' – heaven and earth, yin and yang, the universe; 'da' – big/great; 'nuo' – to shift, to move; 'yi' – also to shift, to move, to change/alter/remove. The Great Shifting of the Universe]" in a low voice Peng Yingyu said.

As soon as Leng Qian heard the five characters 'Qian Kun Da Nuo Yi', he understood immediately. 'Qian Kun Da Nuo Yi' was the fiercest martial art skill, a Ming Cult's legacy, passed on from generation to the generation. The fundamental principle was not mysterious at all; it strove to stimulate one's own potential first, and then used it to lead and shift the opponent's force. But the variations within this principle were magical; it was almost unthinkable.

Ever since the death of the previous Cult Leader, Yang Dingtian, there was no one else within the Ming Cult who mastered this special skill, and thus none of the six men ever expected it. No wonder Yang Xiao did not seem to exert himself, since he simply directed Wei Yixiao's palm power to attack the four Wanderers, and conversely, used the four Wanderers' palm power to attack Wei Yixiao, while he leisurely positioned himself in between them, no more than drawing and transmitting both parties' internal energy, nothing more than 'parting the mountain to watch tigers fight'.

"Congratulations!" Leng Qian said, "No ill will, please stop fighting." He always spoke succinctly. With 'congratulations', he congratulated Yang Xiao on being successfully trained in the Ming Cult's long lost divine skill, the 'Qian Kun Da Nuo Yi'; by 'no ill will' he was saying that we, six people, going up the mountain this time without holding any ill will toward you, that we were sincere in our desire to help resisting the invaders; and by 'please stop fighting' he meant both sides should stop fighting and must not have any misunderstanding.

Yang Xiao was aware that in normal times Leng Qian had never uttered a single rubbish talk; and because he did not want to utter even one extraneous word, he had never told a lie. If he said, 'no ill will', then he truly did not have any evil intention. Moreover, when he made his move by shooting the five silver brushes, it was obvious that his intention was indeed to help his companions out of trouble, not to harm anybody. Thereupon he laughed and said, "Wei Xiong, Four Wanderers, when I say 'one, two, three', everybody remove your palm power at the same time, so that nobody will get hurt!"

Seeing Wei Yixiao, Zhou Dian and the others nodded their heads, he slowly counted, "One, two, three!"

As the word 'three' left his mouth, Yang Xiao removed the divine skill 'Qian Kun Da Nuo Yi'; but suddenly he felt his back was cold. A burst of sharp finger power pierced the 'shen dao' [divine way] acupoint on his back. Yang Xiao was shocked. "Fu Wang is very sinister and ruthless," he thought, "To launch a sneak attack like this." But when he was about to counterattack by slapping backward, he saw that Wei Yixiao swayed and tumbled down. It seemed like he had also fallen under the enemy's sneak attack.