Cultivating Immortality in a World of Chaos - Chapter 31

[Chapter 31: Killing at the Door (Please Collect)]

Fang Xi felt in his arms, took out a small medicine bottle, poured out a pink pill from it, and stuffed it directly into Chunyu’s mouth.

Although Chunyu was unconscious at this time, he was still resisting faintly.

But Fang Xi was not going to be polite with her. He pried open her teeth and pushed the pill in with his fingers…

In addition, he took out a few golden needles and inserted them into Chunyu’s head.

“Woo…”

Chunyu’s eyelids trembled violently, and he suddenly opened his eyes, with a blur in his originally clear eyes.

“Tell me, your name…”

Fang Xi’s eyes shone brightly, and there was a strange power in his words.

This is the ‘soul-enchanting technique’!
This is a little trick Fang Xi learned from Master Jiuxuan.

Not only does it need to be used in conjunction with medication and acupuncture, but it can only be used by immortal cultivators with spiritual awareness on mortals without spiritual awareness. If the target is an immortal cultivator even at the first level of Qi Refining, it will be completely ineffective. It can be said that there are many restrictions.

As for the legendary “soul-searching technique” that can be used on immortal cultivators, Fang Xi has never even seen it.

“Chun Yu…”

Chunyu’s eyes suddenly flashed with a green light, and he answered in a daze.

“Tell me, your position in Yuanhe Mountain…” Fang Xi continued to ask.

“The deacon of Yuanhe Mountain stationed in Black Stone City…”

“What is your purpose for coming out this time?”

“Capture Zhang Junming. The guarding uncle ordered that he should be spared…”

“Capture? That’s a bit strange…” Fang Xi touched his chin: “Tell me all the martial arts you know… If you have books and divine intentions, tell me where they are…”

…

Half an hour later.

“What a pity…”

Fang Xi looked at Chunyu Meihao’s beautiful figure and sighed.

According to the confession of the other party who was bewitched, she did not practice the famous secret teachings of Yuanhe Mountain – Yuanhe Five Thunder Hands!

In fact, in the entire Yuanheshan branch, only Linghu Yang received the true teachings, but it was only an incomplete part, the highest of which was only a True Strength Martial Master, and there was no subsequent content of Martial Saint.

Well, in Chunyu’s mind, there is another name for the Grandmaster – the True Gang Martial Saint!
Apart from that, this woman is of no use.

Fang Xi’s palm gently stroked the other person’s hair, then swept across the other person’s round earlobes, small chin, and then to the swan-like slender neck.

Snap!

With a blank expression on his face, he broke the woman’s neck.

Such a beautiful lady passed away.

Nothing bloody happened.

“It seems that we still have to face Linghu Yang head-on.”

Fang Xi really didn’t want to fight with a True Energy martial artist who was comparable to the second level of Body Refining.

Even if the other party is not a cultivator, he lacks many means.

But now, there is no choice.

…

Half a month passed quickly.

Yuanheshan Branch.

As the teams went out, they disappeared without a trace of returning.

Even the dumbest disciple noticed something was wrong.

The disappearance of one or two teams can be considered bad luck.

But all the disciples sent out to search for supplies disappeared. This is definitely not something that could be done by wooden men and cursed men without intelligence!

There is definitely a terrifying enemy in the outside world, hunting down the people of Yuanhe Mountain!
Even the opponent’s tracking skills are extremely advanced.

Linghu Yang went out for inspections several times in a rage, even disguised as an ordinary disciple and mixed in the team as bait, but he still couldn’t catch the trace of the cunning enemy!
Affected by this, the martial arts alliance that had originally agreed to immediately changed to a wait-and-see attitude.

After all, those old foxes are best at changing their attitude according to the situation and being fence-sitters.

As Linghu Yang’s temper became more and more irritable, he either beat or scolded ordinary disciples. Many disciples could not bear the pressure and fled.

As a result, the huge Yuanhe Mountain is now in a state of disarray…

“hateful!”

Qiao Wuchang looked at the gate.

The originally ordinary land now looked like a terrifying abyss.

Outside the Yuanheshan stronghold, there seemed to be countless monsters lurking, specifically hunting them.

Only when I am with Linghu Yang can I feel a little safe.

He had not dared to go out for a long time, but as the food was consumed day and night, his anxiety was growing day by day.

“Master Deacon, we are running out of food. What should we do?”

A disciple from Yuanhe Mountain came to Qiao Wuchang and reported quietly.

“How is that possible?”

Qiao Wuchang instinctively didn’t believe it. After all, they were the force with the most complete reserves.

But then he thought about it, his face turned from pale to red, and a hint of ferocity appeared: “Today I will personally lead the team to search the rooms of each disciple, and kill all the women who were abducted, starting with this deacon… Doesn’t this save a lot of trouble?”

“yes……”

The disciple originally wanted to say something else, but since the steward was about to take the lead in killing the prime minister’s concubine, he had nothing to say.

“You go down…”

After sending this disciple away, Qiao Wuchang felt even more upset and said to himself, “No… I have to go talk to the guarding uncle. This won’t work!”

Linghu Yang’s whereabouts have been a bit strange recently, but Qiao Wuchang had already subconsciously ignored this abnormality.

After sorting out his words in his mind, he came to Linghu Yang’s door, knocked three times respectfully, and said, “Uncle Linghu, Qiao Wuchang wants to see you!”

“Come in!”

Linghu Yang’s voice was very calm, like an undercurrent beneath an iceberg.

When Qiao Wuchang pushed the door open, he saw Linghu Yang putting on his coat and looking at him with a smile: “Wuchang, how long have we known each other?”

“Since the day you came to Black Stone City, Wuchang has been following you. It has been three years and six months.”

Qiao Wuchang bowed and answered.

“But… you betrayed my trust.” Linghu Yang said lightly.

Qiao Wuchang immediately knelt on the ground: “Please forgive me, sir. It is because of that villain in the dark that we don’t have enough warriors to capture…”

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Half a month ago, when Linghu Yang sent a message to the masters of various martial arts halls, he gave Qiao Wuchang a task.

With Yuan Heshan’s strength, it would be very easy to attack and capture some lone warriors.

But after that damn enemy showed up recently, Qiao Wuchang didn’t even dare to go out of the door, let alone capture warriors.

“Forget it. If you help me do one more thing, I will forgive you.” Linghu Yang walked to a corner of the room, lifted up the floor, revealing a black hole, and waved: “Follow me!”

“I am willing to sacrifice my life and my soul for the country, even if I die!”

Qiao Wuchang hurriedly followed, feeling somewhat surprised. When did Linghu Yang dig a tunnel in his bedroom?
The tunnel was not long, and after entering it, it was a cellar.

In the cellar, surprisingly, is…

Qiao Wuchang’s eyes widened slightly.

Linghu Yang’s voice came: “Didn’t you say… that you would die for me? Then I will grant your wish!”

“ah!”

Suddenly, a horrifying scream was heard from the cellar.

…

“Brother Fang!”

Zhang Junming and Fang Xi stood side by side, looking at the Yuanhe Mountain stronghold under the cloudy sky.

During these days, he teamed up with Fang Xi to kill all the outgoing teams of Yuan He Shan, forcing Yuan He Shan to retreat. He had already let out a sigh of relief and felt relieved: “There are not many disciples in Yuan He Shan now, and there is only Qiao Wuchang who can fight, but he can’t retreat either. What should we do next?”

“It’s very simple. Go in through the main gate. You hold back Qiao Wuchang while I kill Linghu Yang. It’s that simple!”

Fang Xi calculated the strength of both sides and made a decision.

At this point, the strengths of both sides have reversed, so it’s time to strike without any hesitation!

There are not many disciples left in the Yuanheshan branch now, which can no longer meet the premise of “too many ants to bite the elephant”.

“Just in time! Someone wants to be the pioneer!”

Zhang Junming laughed loudly, strode out and came to the main gate of the Yuanheshan stronghold.

He exhaled and shouted, his muscles squirming, and tumors grew on his arms one after another, as if he gathered all his strength in one punch and smashed it out!

A punch tore through the sky!
Bang!
The heavy and solid door instantly broke into pieces.

Then, Zhang Junming rushed into the Yuanheshan stronghold like a chariot, and screams of many disciples were heard.

“Huh?”

Fang Xi took light steps and leaped several feet to the top of the wall.

He watched Zhang Junming slaughter the disciples of Yuanhe Mountain and felt a little surprised.

“Where is Linghu Yang?”

‘And Qiao Wuchang, he didn’t even make a move?’

Something was unusual, Fang Xi resisted the urge to take action, and lurked all the way, following Zhang Junming who was killing everyone.

“Haha… a bunch of cowards, you dare to come and kill me?”

Zhang Junming knocked down a Yuanheshan disciple with one punch and then stomped on him hard with his foot.

The head under his feet exploded like a watermelon, with red and white liquid flowing all over the ground.

The scene looked horrifying, but as a martial artist with real strength, it did not move him in the slightest.

Even if he had a kinder heart, he would never show mercy when faced with an enemy who wanted to kill him.

In this age where one could starve to death at any time, being kind to others is being cruel to oneself.

Zhang Junming fought his way through the bloody path and reached the inner courtyard. He also felt something was wrong: “Linghu Yang, Qiao Wuchang… get out here!”

The next moment, a door shattered.

Amidst the flying wood chips, a figure came across and slapped out with his palm.

Zhang Junming’s muscles squirmed and he connected with his fists.

Bang!
When the fists and palms touched, Zhang Junming felt a terrifying force, like a tidal wave, which broke his peak strength.

Puff!
His Yunjingmian body was broken, and he flew backwards violently, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

Zhang Junming half-knelt on the ground, looking at a figure in front of him, and called out word by word: “Ling, Hu, Yang?”

The only one who can easily defeat the burst of his whole body’s true strength is a true martial artist!

“Are you the rat that has been hiding in the outside world?”

Linghu Yang, wearing a green coat, turned around and looked at Zhang Junming with some disappointment in his eyes: “Nothing more than that…”

(End of this chapter)