Early Spring Journey

Time slipped away silently, and Cang Qianlang’s expression grew increasingly stiff. A chilling Yin energy started from his ankles, slowly rising up until it spread to his waist. Jun Yean weighed the Qinggang Sword in his hand and laughed, “Do you still want to compete with me in swordsmanship?” “Noon… it’s not even noon yet, why is this happening?” Cang Qianlang was greatly alarmed at this moment; he tried to move his fingers, only to find that even his fingers were as stiff as stone, unable to move an inch. “The Taixi, Sanyinjiao, and Lougu points are naturally harmless to ordinary martial artists,” Jun Yean said with a meaningful smile, “Before my father died… these three acupuncture points were blocked, it was extremely terrifying. He once told the divine physician that if these three points were triggered by one’s own internal energy, the whole body would stiffen, causing unbearable pain.” Cang Qianlang’s face was stiff, his long whip hanging down, and he said with a bitter smile, “It seems you have ultimately won.” Jun Yean held the Qinggang Sword to Cang Qianlang’s throat and sighed softly, “Qianlang, if you feel that the Jun family owes you, originally, I would have returned everything to you, but you shouldn’t have killed innocent people, especially not Qinglong. This sword, I will make it quick for you.” With a swift motion of his hand, Cang Qianlang’s eyes bulged slightly, and he fell heavily to the ground.