Chapter 42
Energy surged through his veins like an erupting volcano.
Yet despite the violent waves battering his meridians, its nature felt astonishingly familiar to Yang-hwi.
‘Immortal Qi. There’s no mistaking it.’
Every Spiritual Elixir carried its own distinct essence.
Shaolin’s Great Recovery Pill and the Taoist Sect’s Taecheong Pill embodied the purifying, demon-cleansing virtues inherent to Buddhism and the Taoist Sect respectively.
The legendary Ten-Thousand-Year Snow Ginseng and Ten-Thousand-Year Fire Pear offered purest Yin and absolute Yang, true to their names.
And the essence locked inside the Spiritual Elixir Yang-hwi had just swallowed was none other than Immortal Qi.
The Immortal Qi surging from his Immortal Elixir resonated with the elixir’s power, merging into his Fire Heaven Energy until the two became indivisible.
‘So that’s why my Immortal Elixir seemed to crave the Spiritual Elixir… Whoa!’
Clang!
He raised his sword just in time to deflect the first assassin’s strike.
Typical of their trade, the man wielded a Needle-Point Sword—a weapon far closer to an iron skewer than an actual blade.
Locking edges, Yang-hwi redirected the incoming force with the subtle mastery of the Grafting Flowers onto Trees Technique.
Slash!
With a ruthless, perfectly measured arc, his blade tore halfway through the assassin’s throat.
Sidestepping the gurgling corpse as it collapsed forward, Yang-hwi snatched the fallen Needle-Point Sword and hurled it with everything he had.
“Gaaah!”
The improvised javelin pierced clean through the heart of the second assassin charging in.
