You Have Science, I Have Martial Arts-Chapter 538 - 250: She’s Sick—What About You? (Part 3)

Chapter 538: Chapter 250: She’s Sick—What About You? (Part 3)

Fa Hong’s expression was twisted and terrifying, resembling that of a demon, yet his eyes were filled with the majesty of a divine spirit.

Wu Yuelong exclaimed, "This is the wrathful aspect among the three poisons of greed, anger, and delusion—Bright King’s Furious Gaze?"

The martial arts of the Brahma Pure Sect prioritize the mind first, and the physique second, unlike the Profound Sect, which pursues the Qi Performance Technique and its myriad transformations, aiming instead for sudden enlightenment and transcendence of the mind.

Thus, it created a supreme divine skill like "One Thought Demon," where the Buddha heart and demon heart are all within a single thought.

This divine skill is extremely unique, especially in the cultivation of the heart method, which is unlike any other.

The Heart Sword Secret Technique aims to refine the sword heart, while "One Thought Demon" divides the spirit into three, forming the three poisons of greed, anger, and delusion.

Greed, anger, and delusion are the poisons of the heart, but if used appropriately, they can also become the spirit medicine of the heart.

The greedy can advance bravely and diligently.

The angry can wield the Bright King’s Furious Gaze.

The deluded can persist with determination.

With a Buddha heart, one can control the three poisons, subduing all thoughts in the mind, thereby achieving the true result of cultivation.

As long as one’s comprehension is sufficient, immediate enlightenment is also not impossible. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

However, because of this, the risks of cultivating "One Thought Demon" are high. If one’s virtues are insufficient, they fail to control the three poisons and instead become controlled by them, leading to a split in the spirit and descending into madness.

Fa Hong fell into madness due to his failure in cultivating "One Thought Demon," becoming impulsive and irritable.

Upon learning that his apprentice nephew Heh Han had lost one of the sect’s heirlooms, the Lin Character Seal, he flew into a rage and came to settle accounts with Ye Qingzhou.

After all, before the Lin Character Seal was lost, Ye Qingzhou had sought Heh Han to purchase prayer beads, making him the only currently suspected individual.

"Ye Qingzhou, hand over the heirloom of my Brahma Pure Sect!"

Fa Hong’s fist force generated wind, and with the addition of his anger, its power doubled, his every move was like a cannon firing, the resulting sonic booms shook for miles, even once overpowering thunder.

"I didn’t take it."

Ye Qingzhou swung his sword, slashing continuously. The Thunder Quenching Sword was surrounded by electric light, occasionally flashing bright brilliance, like a divine spirit bathed in lightning.

"You say you didn’t take it, so you didn’t? Where’s your evidence!"

"..."

Ye Qingzhou didn’t bother reasoning with a madman—after all, the guy was sick, what about you?

To deal with someone unreasonable, you have to speak to him with physicality.

Rumble~

All things carry Yin and embrace Yang, expelling Qi to achieve harmony.

Within Ye Qingzhou, the Heaven and Earth Furnace was rapidly revolving, forming a large amount of negative charges, and at this time, the Imperial Capital had just entered June during the rainy season, with a large amount of positive charges in the clouds.

Crack~

Under the attraction of opposite charges, a bolt of lightning struck Ye Qingzhou, and the violent electricity instantly filled his Heaven and Earth Furnace with energy, elevating his power to the extreme.

With the blessing of the Seven Great Divine Flames, Ye Qingzhou’s sword techniques increased in power to forty-nine times!

Yin and Yang converge, thunder arises on its own.

Soon after, the sound of the sword rang out, the thunder roared, and a Thunder Fire Sword descended from the sky, utmostly yang and rigid.

This sword’s power was immense and unstoppable, even Fa Hong, who had cultivated the Eighteen-Foot Golden Body to the mastery realm, was defeated beneath Ye Qingzhou’s Thunder Fire Sword.

"Ah!"

Fa Hong let out a wretched scream, his golden body shattered by the Flame Emperor Sword, blood splashing across the sky. In the astonished gazes of the onlookers, he fell clumsily into a nearby artificial lake, causing a large splash.

"What the hell?"

"Ye Qingzhou actually won?"

"Fa Hong is a Peak Master, even if Ye Qingzhou has an Emperor’s Weapon, he shouldn’t have lost so quickly and so miserably, should he?"

Everyone displayed a look of disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost.

One must know, Fa Hong was a renowned expert of the Brahma Pure Sect, a Peak Master of the Heaven-Ascending Third Layer Realm. Had he not encountered an accident during the young days of his cultivation of "One Thought Demon," descending into madness, he might have long stepped into the Grandmaster realm.

Yet such a strong individual was defeated by the "newcomer" Ye Qingzhou?

Especially Li Jianshu and others, they all exchanged glances.

Luo Yunchuan was dejected: "So the gap between us has already grown to this extent."

Though he wouldn’t lose his fighting spirit over this, a sense of forlornness was inevitable.

After all, his current power was roughly equivalent to the Professional Fifth Rank, while Ye Qingzhou could beat a Peak Master senseless.

How could he possibly catch up with such a gap?

Others like Li Jianshu also felt complex emotions—they no longer thought of competing against Ye Qingzhou, after all, no one liked asking for punishment.

They couldn’t even withstand a single sword from Ye Qingzhou, losing without knowing how they lost, making battles meaningless.

As everyone sighed, Fa Hong surfaced from the bottom of the lake, only to be stomped back underwater by a descending foot.

"You might as well go down and wash your head, think clearly. Being this weak and still so arrogant, it’s a miracle you haven’t been beaten to death before now."

Ye Qingzhou stepped on Fa Hong’s head. This behavior, which showed no regard for the Brahma Pure Sect, dumbfounded the surrounding crowd.

"Donor Ye, please spare my junior brother."

"Saint Monk Fa Yan?"

Sometime earlier, another figure appeared beside Ye Qingzhou.

Or rather, Fa Yan hadn’t personally arrived; it was merely a projection of a divine thought.

But the face of a Martial Saint still had to be given respect.

Ye Qingzhou finally lifted his foot, allowing Fa Hong’s head to emerge from the water.

"To so insult me, I want you dead! I want you dead!"

"Junior Brother, do not be rude."

Fa Yan’s stern rebuke finally restored some of Fa Hong’s rationality, although he still looked at Ye Qingzhou with great dissatisfaction.

"Donor Ye, I know the whole story. The Brahma Pure Sect failed to manage its people properly. There will be compensation; I ask that Donor Ye be lenient."

"Alright."

Upon hearing there would be compensation, Ye Qingzhou lazily chose not to pursue further. After all, what can you do about a lunatic?