Chapter 125: Chapter 122: Yin Yang Balance Technique!

Hmph!

Beneath the disdainful snort, he couldn’t hide the trace of astonishment in his eyes. This kid can actually see through my disguise? Interesting!

The fleeting astonishment faded. Bai Li reached up and tore at his thick brows and beard. With a single pull, the lifelike facial hair, which seemed to be part of his very skin, was ripped away. He threw it to the ground, clapped his hands, and then sneered ominously.

“Three hundred million,” he said. “Because of your meddling, the three hundred million I was about to get is gone! Tell me, how should I punish you? How about you use your pathetic life to make up for it?”

“Three hundred million? Surely there’s more. Besides the Thunder Drawing Qiankun Gua, the Yin Sha Copper Turtle was your handiwork too, wasn’t it?” Qin Fan retorted with a carefree smile, unfazed by Bai Li’s menacing threat.

Hearing Qin Fan bring up the Yin Sha Copper Turtle, Bai Li’s expression subtly changed. He hadn’t expected Qin Fan to see through that as well. But what does it matter? In my eyes, he’s already a dead man!

“That’s right, the Yin Sha Copper Turtle was my handiwork! But it was sold in the Ghost Market, so that has nothing to do with you! Forget the turtle—the three hundred million you cost me is enough reason for you to pay with your life!” Bai Li growled, his low voice saturated with boundless killing intent. With that, he lunged forward.

His right hand was shaped into a claw as he shot toward Qin Fan’s neck! The entire attack took less than a second, bringing him right before his target.

Watching the claw attack, Qin Fan smiled faintly. As still as a mountain, yet in a flash, his right hand lifted without warning, leaving only a blur in its wake. In the next instant, Qin Fan’s palm intercepted Bai Li’s incoming claw!

“I underestimated you. It seems you have some skill as a Martial Cultivator! But so what? No one can save you today!” Bai Li sneered, only slightly taken aback by Qin Fan’s block.

Then, a chill, almost invisible to the naked eye, began to emanate from the claw stopped by Qin Fan’s palm. If the claw had previously been brimming with Yang energy, it was now shrouded in a cold Yin aura.

“Die!” he shouted, surging forward with all his Qi Force concentrated in his claw.

Even Qin Fan felt a sharp chill radiating from the point of contact on his palm!

Qin Fan calmly released his palm, deflecting the blow with a slight turn of his body. A playful smile appeared on his face. “The Yin Yang Balance Technique! No wonder you could smuggle a piece of Ming Qi past everyone. No wonder you could brazenly harness the Yin Yang of heaven and earth to forcefully sustain the Qiankun Gua. This is getting interesting!”

Thrown off by Qin Fan’s sudden withdrawal, Bai Li’s own momentum caused him to stagger forward. Hearing the words “Yin Yang Balance Technique,” he whipped his head around. When he saw Qin Fan looking back at him, completely unharmed and with a mocking smirk, a long-forgotten trace of panic flickered in his eyes.

“You know the Yin Yang Balance Technique?” Bai Li’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Qin Fan shook his head, a teasing tone in his voice. “Not only do I know the Yin Yang Balance Technique, but I also know you’re practicing a flawed version. It seems your sect relies on absorbing a maiden’s essence to enhance cultivation, and it must be willingly given, correct? No wonder you’re so obsessed with money. In this materialistic society, I suppose money really can solve that particular problem!”

“Damn it! Who the hell are you?” Bai Li’s expression changed drastically as endless Yin Yang Qi surged wildly around his body. If anyone had been standing near him, they would have surely felt the true meaning of being between fire and ice.

“Who I am doesn’t matter. What’s important is that you want my life, don’t you? Come and get it!” Qin Fan smiled innocently, beckoning to Bai Li with his finger.

“You must die! You must!” Bai Li suddenly roared, a flash of panic in his eyes.

The Bai Clan, a tribe that seemed to live peacefully in a corner of the Southwest, was actually well-known among the discerning members of the Martial World. They were descendants of the Tomb Raider Captains, a lineage that afforded them considerable status. But what would happen if the outside world were to discover that these descendants of Tomb Raider Captains, who rely on the Yin Yang Balance Technique to maintain their standing, actually improve their strength by absorbing the essence of maidens? The prestige of the Bai Clan would plummet! They would become pariahs, scorned by all! Even though they use money to acquire what they need, from the perspective of the Martial World, it is a vile art! And when has the underground Martial World of Huaxia ever shown mercy when dealing with vile arts? If the clan were to discover that the source of this leak was him, Bai Li, what would his fate be? He didn’t dare to imagine! Based on all this, Qin Fan had to die. He absolutely had to die. Only the dead can keep secrets!

Consumed by his frenzied killing intent, Bai Li held nothing back. He raised his hands; one turned an extreme red, the other a chilling black. The feral expression on his face was a clear display of his unrestrained killing intent.

BANG!

Stamping his foot on the ground, he shot forward like an arrow released from a bow. His left and right hands swung violently toward Qin Fan.

“Your Yin Yang Hands might be impressive in a Dead Tomb, but in the mortal world, petty tricks like that have no place!” Qin Fan scoffed. Facing Bai Li’s explosive red-and-black hands, he simply shook his head. He curled his fingers, gathered his True Qi, and flicked it forward.

CRACK!

With that invisible, flicking motion, a faint crack sounded from Bai Li’s elbows. His sweeping red-and-black hands froze mid-air, then drooped lifelessly to his sides. He could no longer muster an ounce of Qi Force as a numbing sensation enveloped both arms.

“You… you… who exactly are you?” His voice trembled as he spoke. An expert’s skill is evident from a single move. With just a couple of flicks from afar, Qin Fan had rendered his hands completely numb. No matter how arrogant Bai Li was, he knew he had truly met a master.

“Where is your Sect? Answer me, and I’ll spare your life,” Qin Fan said bluntly, ignoring Bai Li’s question.

He knew that a sect that cultivated the Yin Yang Balance Technique must be involved in tomb raiding. And a tomb raiding sect would surely be overflowing with treasures they’ve unearthed, right? Definitely. This is an opportunity I can’t possibly pass up!

“In your dreams!” As soon as Qin Fan mentioned his Sect, Bai Li’s face contorted with panic. He didn’t dare to stay and confront him any longer.

WHOOSH!

With a blur of his feet, he bolted.

“Trying to escape? Heh!” Qin Fan chuckled with disdain and suddenly darted forward.

A single palm strike slammed into Bai Li’s back. The impact shattered Bai Li’s balance, sending him plummeting forward. Yet, as he fell, he quickly leveraged the momentum for a forward leap. He activated the escape speed of a Tomb Raider master facing a great threat, fleeing desperately as a high-speed, blurred shadow.

Watching the figure vanish from right under his nose, Qin Fan didn’t give chase. Instead, that playful, mocking smile returned to the corners of his lips.

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