Imperial Treasure

Chapter 457 - 311: Sealed Dragon Stone, Silver Water Pond

The scene of first encountering Wei Huan still loomed vivid in her memory, as if it were being replayed despite Sui Yi’s apparent disinterest in such people because of his exceptional memory.

The man before her was as fair and delicate as Wei Huan, only he sported two tufts of Little Beard above his lips, and his demeanor, his brows, and eyes bore a few traces of more pronounced maliciousness and chill. He stood in the darkness, bathed in moonlight, hands clasped behind his back, watching her.

"This is where you killed Huan’er, right?"

"Hmm," answered Sui Yi crisply, counter questioning, "Are you his master?"

"No, to be precise, I am his father, Wei Qi."

Sui Yi was slightly surprised and murmured an apology, "My disrespect."

So young, and he looked like Wei Huan’s brother, it was unexpected that he was the father... His Martial Arts Cultivation must be extraordinary.

"Offer your life in filial piety... Of course, that includes the Sealed Dragon Stone you carry on you," the other man said calmly, his gaze sweeping over Sui Yi’s backpack.

The Sealed Dragon Stone, the man clearly knew everything about Mao Bamboo Mountain.

"Then you’ll have to personally come and take it," Sui Yi said casually, taking off her backpack and tossing it behind her.

Actually, she felt a bit of regret in her heart; had she known, she would have brought Demon Que with her.

This trip was too impulsive.

The formidable foe before her was a hard tell of fortune or calamity.

"Indeed, refreshing," Wei Qi said with a faint smile, slowly walking forward, each step weighed down with another layer of Inner Strength, until after seven steps, his body was enveloped in a dense green glow!

His Inner Strength clung to the surface of his body, which must have been at least that of Hundred-Year Inner Strength.

With a slight blink from Sui Yi, her opponent had already closed in to within ten steps of her.

Who would seize the initiative first?

Or...

Whoosh, whoosh!

Both made their moves simultaneously!

It was not far at ten steps; in the blink of an eye, they then confronted each other~~

The wind from their palms rose!

Boom!

The clash of Inner Strength from their palms~~~

In terms of Martial Arts skills, it might be hard to distinguish the stronger from the weaker, as precision and opportunity are unpredictable and crucial.

However, the strength of Inner Strength always has its highs and lows, and after such a direct palm strike...

Boom!

The gravel between the two was shattered by the powerful Inner Strength, disintegrating and shooting outward.

Of course, both persons were also projected away.

Wei Qi retreated four meters, while Sui Yi retreated five meters.

The difference was evident.

But the gap was narrow, which made Wei Qi frown; such young age yet bearing Hundred-Year Inner Strength, she must not be let go.

With his killing intent now aroused, he disregarded everything, as Inner Strength surged... his palm wind attacked anew!

Bang, bang, bang, Wei Feng’s palm wind was treacherous and fierce, favoring dangerous moves, pressing at the opponent’s weaknesses with every strike. Sui Yi did not react initially, but her comprehension seemed extremely high. Wei Qi soon noticed his advantage waning~~

She had actually grasped the rhythm of his attacks!

And her Palm Technique was a combination of hard and soft, constantly changing, and faintly, it seemed that some of her palm wind even contained traces of his Palm Technique.

Had she learned it?

Wei Qi’s eyes flickered as he suddenly flipped his wrist and shot a needle from his sleeve!

The tip of the needle was slightly green-black with poison!

Even without seeing the green-black tip, Sui Yi could infer from the behavior of Mao Yun’s three disciples that this man’s conduct was far from that of the Orthodox Sect.

So she swiftly dodged!

But Wei Qi had seized the opportunity for a malicious hit!

Crack!

Her swiftly raised left arm was struck by his palm, making a noise as if her bone might have cracked that moment, projecting her flying away with the hit.

She flipped in mid-air and landed, while Wei Qi pursued unrelentingly, as fast as lightning!

In an instant~~ Sui Yi’s right hand snatched!

The sand and stones on the ground were bound by Inner Strength~~

"Scold Red Brush," the first movement: Flying Sand and Moving Rock!

Whirr!

Gravel, soil, and sand were swept up by Sui Yi’s palm like a dragon, tossed and lashed out!

Wei Qi encountered it with a pat of his arm, his Inner Strength bursting out...

Boom!

Flying Sand and Moving Rock scattered, the sand mist floating, spreading in a large swath, annoying Wei Qi who frowned and scattered it with his palm wind, only to see a streak of light hurtling through the sand~~

"Empty Mountain Flowing Blade," the second strike, Flying Spirit Streaming Light.

Clang!!!

In Wei Qi’s hand was now a short black wolf-headed dagger as long as his palm, blocking the Flowing Light Pebble with its back, but... the piercing force was too strong!

He had to spin his body, using the rotational force to deflect the penetrative power of the Flowing Light Pebble from the dagger’s back. However, after spinning around, he was suddenly confronted by Sui Yi, who had imperceptibly advanced closer!

Her long hair floated in the air, her plain face was as calm as the moon.

His wrist was still trembling, but he still thrust a dagger towards her!

The back of the dagger was Poison-Tempered, gleaming with light, that was the edge of Inner Strength~~

As the Return to One Technique activated, Sui Yi raised her hand, forming a hand blade!

A hand blade against a short dagger?

Suicidal!

Yet, under the effect of Return to One Technique, all the Inner Strength in her body concentrated into a thread and inch of force, adhering to her palm, forming a layer like a metallic armor. Furthermore, propelled by the circulation of Crimson Refining Blood, her body’s vigorous energy reached its most transparent and focused state in an instant.