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"Open the Labor Palace!" Wei Ning laughed, his movements as elusive as a ghost as he entangled Xu Suwen. "Xu Suwen, your sins are countless, and no matter how cunning you are, today you will sink into water and fire, bringing about your own demise."
The method Xu Suwen employed was a secret technique of Taoism, practiced by various sects with different approaches. The purpose of this technique was to open the Labor Palace Acupoint. The Labor Palace Acupoint is a major exchange point for internal and external energies in the human body. Once opened, it allows for easy release of internal energy and absorption of external energy, making it simple to gather natural energy and instantly enrich one's own universe (this universe refers to the self-sustaining treasure within one's body in Taoist practice, not the universe from Saint Seiya).
Of course, every benefit comes with a cost. Opening the Labor Palace can lead to severe backlash against oneself; at best, it could result in a serious illness, and at worst, it could shorten one's lifespan. Thus, practitioners of Taoism are reluctant to use this method lightly.
As Xu Suwen's universe erupted, a terrifying aura surged forth. His face turned crimson, his hair standing on end like a hellish demon, exuding an eerie terror. Yet at this moment, Xu Suwen's vision, agility, and speed were several times faster than usual. The two engaged in fierce combat amidst the flames, exchanging blows dozens of times. However, Wei Ning was a Blood Corpse, crafted from the Lushan Corpse Raising Ground that Xu Suwen himself had guarded. As long as Wei Ning adhered to his strategy of entanglement without direct attack, Xu Suwen found himself unable to counter effectively. No matter how hard Xu Suwen tried to form seals or cast spells, Wei Ning remained steadfastly in the fire, where he would naturally burn to death. Despite Xu Suwen's relentless assaults over ten moves, he found himself unable to gain the upper hand against Wei Ning as time ticked away. Growing increasingly anxious, Xu Suwen gritted his teeth and shouted, "Child, today I will fight you to the end!"
He spat out a mouthful of true essence blood and thrust it into his hand while stamping his feet three times. He bellowed, "Open my Spring of Vitality and connect with the earth's energy; penetrate the Nine Layers of Earth!"
Black energy surged from Xu Suwen's feet as the bloodshot veins in his eyes intensified, and the purple mark on his forehead darkened.
Opening two acupoints at once took an enormous toll on his body; even if he defeated Wei Ning now, it would only be a pyrrhic victory—he would likely spend the rest of the year bedridden due to illness. Clearly determined to slay Wei Ning here and now.
The flames grew fiercer; sounds of collapsing structures echoed around them. Once ignited, it was difficult to extinguish the fire. The two fought in an environment where temperatures soared into the thousands of degrees—any ordinary person entering would be reduced to ashes.
Xu Suwen indeed displayed incredible speed; he seemed evenly matched with Wei Ning. Under relentless attacks from Xu Suwen, Wei Ning began to struggle defensively. The Wuchang Whip lashed out like twin venomous tongues, trapping Wei Ning between them. Although Wei Ning supported himself with one hand and wielded the Peach Wood Sword with exquisite skill, it paled in comparison to Xu Suwen's prowess as a master from Dragon Tiger Mountain. However, Wei Ning sought only to entrap Xu Suwen rather than achieve outright victory; their mindsets were entirely different. Despite Xu Suwen having the advantage initially, it was unrealistic for him to defeat Wei Ning with absolute superiority in such a short time.
Wei Ning leaped into action; flames blazed fiercely atop his Yin Yuan Umbrella. Seeing Wei Ning distance himself in mid-air brought relief to Xu Suwen momentarily as he prepared to break free from the inferno when suddenly he heard Wei Ning shout from above: "Rise!"
In an instant, walls shot up around them like a cage on all sides of the basketball court, trapping both men inside. Xu Suwen hit an obstacle and couldn't help but curse inwardly: "Damn it." His eyes turned blood-red as if they might bleed.
Wei Ning remained suspended in mid-air and laughed heartily: "Xu Suwen, isn't it more interesting for us to be here?"
In the midst of the fierce battle, Wei Ning had already become distracted and recited the Iron Fortress spell, which resulted in the formation of an iron wall surrounding the city. As for why Wei Ning was not seen chanting spells, it was because he had played a trick: he was using a silent incantation.
There are different types of spells. The first is the spoken spell, which requires loud recitation; this is what people usually think of when they hear about spells. The second is the whispered spell, which is spoken softly so that others cannot hear it. The third type is the silent spell, also known as the heart spell, which is chanted silently in one's mind. The most important aspect of chanting spells is to maintain a continuous flow without interruption, achieving unity between mind and chant. One must not chant without focus. It is especially difficult to chant while fighting; typically, both parties would distance themselves before casting their spells. Chanting while engaged in combat is akin to trying to draw a circle with one hand while drawing a square with the other—requiring divided attention. Only those with pure hearts, like Guo Jing, can manage such feats. As for why Wei Ning could chant silently while fighting, he himself did not know; after all, he was the protagonist, and anything was possible.
As for whether one should chant in dialect or standard Mandarin, I apologize for not being able to explain that.
Xu Suwen's face turned pale with rage; he was on the verge of spitting blood and gritted his teeth as he said, "It seems you have come here to take my life!"
"That's right. You owe me and my brother Wu Haozi a blood debt, and today I am here to collect some interest."
Xu Suwen was furious and shouted, "This is all Lin Lingsu's idea! If there’s a grudge, it has its source; Lin Lingsu is currently searching for your master Wang Chuyi down the mountain. You can go seek her out for revenge—what does this have to do with me?"
Wei Ning shouted back, "Xu Suwen, are you even a man? You did what you did; if it comes down to it, you should be willing to pay with your life! To act without taking responsibility—what kind of second-in-command of Dragon Tiger Mountain are you?"
Xu Suwen replied urgently, "Fine! Fine! I won't count it against you. You heartless Blood Corpse! If we die here today, I will make sure you pay for it."
With that, Xu Suwen raised his voice amidst the flames and began to chant his spell: "First turn—the earth moves; second turn—the sun and moon darken; third turn—the spirit becomes chaotic; fourth turn—the soul departs; fifth turn—the mountains collapse; sixth turn—gather light from the underworld; seventh turn—confuse souls and spirits; eighth turn—collect shadows from all directions; ninth turn—possess the dead."
Wei Ning's expression changed dramatically. "The Nine Turns Ghost Possession Spell! Xu Suwen, you truly have learned some sinister techniques."
Xu Suwen sneered, "In this world, if you want to live longer, you must learn some tricks that others don't know. Blood Corpse, today you will witness the wonders of my splendid corpse clothing. Keep your eyes wide open—you won't even know how you died."
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