Chapter 32: Chapter 32 Immortal Techniques versus True Strength (Seeking Recommendations)_1 Chapter 32: Chapter 32 Immortal Techniques versus True Strength (Seeking Recommendations)_1 “No, that’s not right…”
Linghu Yang raised his hand indifferently, as if he was about to pronounce Zhang Junming’s death sentence in the next moment.
But his eyebrows suddenly twitched, “You’re too weak, definitely not Chun Yu’s match… Who else is helping you?”
‘As expected… this man isn’t stupid, it’s time for me to make my move.’
Thinking this, Fang Xi turned around and ran!
How sharp are the senses of a True Strength Warrior?
Almost the instant Fang Xi moved, Linghu Yang detected something amiss and chased after him, “Finally, the real big rat shows up!”
Fang Xi didn’t stop his footsteps.
His figure slithered through the grass like a spirit snake, passing through the gate of Yuanhe Mountain, and quickly disappearing into a narrow alley.
After several turns, he arrived in a deserted area.
Before a dilapidated earthen wall, Linghu Yang was standing with his hands behind his back, looking at him calmly, “Your running speed is extremely fast, and your leg technique is like that of a snake… You must be the true disciple of Red Snake Leg, right? No… your True Power and vitality are much stronger than that waste Lu She, you must have practiced multiple martial arts… Unfortunately, you’ve ruined yourself!”
In his eyes, cultivating third-rate martial arts was a self-destruction of one’s future!
“Less nonsense!”
Fang Xi rubbed his palms together, and they instantly turned pitch black.
His figure moved, his back arched like a coiling giant python, and then he suddenly leaped forward, slapping his palms one after another.
Whoosh whoosh!
The terrifying palm winds swept across, even containing potent poison!
“A Black Cloud level White Cloud Palm?”
Linghu Yang looked at this scene and laughed instead, “Once you reach the level of True Strength, you will realize… So-called Poison Skills are nothing beneath True Strength…”
He likewise struck out with both palms, like thunderbolts.
Bang bang!
Their palms continuously struck against each other, True Power mixing with True Strength…
Fang Xi immediately realized that the poison in his palm strikes, upon entering Linghu Yang’s body, had no effect on him.
Not only that, the opponent’s True Strength came pouring down like a torrential rain, penetrating every defense.
His own True Power and vitality crumbled in no time!
“It’s a pity…”
In the midst of their fierce exchange, Linghu Yang was still able to speak, “The vigor of your vitality even surpasses mine when I was a martial artist, you must have an extraordinary talent, but cultivating third-rate martial skills, you’re destined to be inferior to me!”
As his words fell, Linghu Yang’s speed suddenly exploded!
Yuanhe Mountain Secret Transmission — Thunderbolt Step!
He moved to Fang Xi’s side, his palm striking like a divine weapon towards Fang Xi’s waist.
By the time Fang Xi realized, it was too late; his hands were still a foot away from Linghu Yang’s palm!
Thump!
An astonishing scene unfolded!
Linghu Yang, as if struck by a heavy blow, retreated rapidly.
“What is this…”
He looked at his hand, saw a red mark that had suddenly appeared on it, almost breaking the skin and drawing blood.
“This is my secret transmission — the Innate Invisible Sword Qi!”
Fang Xi responded loudly, but in his heart, he was complaining, ‘Worthy of a body cultivator equivalent to the mid-phase of Qi Refining, such a formidable physique. My Spirit Farmer Weeding Skills almost failed to break his defense…’
Linghu Yang fell silent for a while, then suddenly sneered, “You’re lying to me! Do you think you’re a Real Gang Martial Saint, capable of injuring people with True Gang leaving your body? If you were a Grandmaster, I would have died long ago…”
“You have a point!”
Fang Xi nodded and once again confirmed there were no living people around, “Then… it’s time for me to go all out!”
“All out?”
Linghu Yang was somewhat puzzled.
After all, from their recent exchange, he had already confirmed that his opponent was merely at the level of a True Power warrior.
Perhaps outstanding in that level, even surpassing sect inheritance, but certainly no match for him!
In a life-and-death battle, one can’t hide their true strength!
However, the next moment, he saw Fang Xi, like a charlatan, pull out a yellow talisman and then… tore it?!
Rip!
Suddenly, a terrifying chill descended.
Linghu Yang’s face was full of shock, he had just thought of dodging when he found his legs already covered with a layer of frost, firmly stuck to the ground.
“Take my palm!”
Fang Xi bellowed, delivering a full-powered palm strike.
Linghu Yang drew a circle with his hands to defend. Suddenly, his martial intuition sensed immense danger, his neck emitted a sound like bones tearing, and he fiercely turned his head.
Rip!
A streak of dark light struck from behind, narrowly missing his vitals but still slicing a huge gash on his shoulder.
“This… what is this…”
Linghu Yang didn’t care about his injury, he looked at the ‘Green Barley Sword’ floating beside Fang Xi with an utterly shocked expression, “How… how is this possible?”
In this world, martial artists couldn’t cultivate to immortality.
To everyone, immortals were just part of stories in novels and plays.
But at this moment, he seemed to have seen a true ‘Sword Immortal’!
Linghu Yang’s expression suddenly became incredibly fervent, “It seems we have no enmity between us. You’re seeking me out, probably to exit the city… I have a way; I can teach you. Let’s leave together, as long as you tell me what exactly is going on?”
“Exit the city?”
Fang Xi smiled.
However, from the perspective of an ordinary person, it was easy to connect the dots; Linghu Yang had just announced the news that it was possible to leave the city, and then Yuanhe Mountain was attacked.
“No…I’m only interested in your martial arts,” he shook his head.
“As long as you teach me your method of sword control, Yuanhe Wulei Hand is yours to command!”
Linghu Yang answered without hesitation.
He was a truly ruthless figure who, for the sake of greater benefits, held no regard for so-called sects and secret transmissions.
“No need, I can naturally obtain the information I want.”
Fang Xi looked at Linghu Yang and suddenly frowned, “Your injury… it has healed quite quickly.”
Linghu Yang fell silent for a moment before casually tearing open his robe.
On his naked chest, there were several tadpole-like black runes encircling the wound like a seal.
Among the dark rune seals, the gash on his shoulder was healing rapidly.
“Cursed people?”
Fang Xi knit his brows, “No… you can actually make use of the Demonic Beasts’ curse power a little?”
“Demon Curse Power… it surpasses the force of martial arts and is difficult for mortals to master unless they suppress it temporarily with a large amount of martial artists’ essence blood. This too is a secret method of Yuanhe Mountain.”
Linghu Yang produced a small bottle and consumed all the brown essence blood it contained, his face growing even redder, “This is the method to leave the city… the Monster Tree only blocks ordinary people, and it won’t intentionally stop its own kind… as long as we become conscious Demonic Beasts, we can naturally escape!”
“So you’ve been capturing martial artists en masse, just to refine essence blood? To suppress the curse power in your body?” Fang Xi extended his left hand into his sleeve, secretly clutching something, “What about Qiao Wucha, who ambushed me?”
“Dead… after all, there’s been too little essence blood lately, and I can feel the Demon Tree gradually eroding my consciousness…” Linghu Yang smiled softly, “How about it? I’ve avenged you, haven’t I? Can this serve as the foundation for our cooperation?”
“You are indeed colder and more unscrupulous than I am!” Fang Xi’s expression returned to calm, “It’s a pity that when I came to this world, I once vowed to fight against the fiercest people. You are quite suitable!”
“That’s truly a pity!”
The curse mark on Linghu Yang’s chest spread rapidly and soon covered his entire body.
Suddenly!
The ground behind Fang Xi exploded, and numerous roots shot up like spear tips, densely stabbing forward!
This was the ability Linghu Yang possessed after transforming into a half-demon!
If it were an ordinary True Strength Warrior caught off guard, they might well suffer a great loss!
But Fang Xi had been on guard against Linghu Yang all along!
Clang clang bang bang!
The earth ground spears pierced to Fang Xi’s back, tore through his clothes, and then were firmly blocked by a layer of golden light, unable to advance an inch!
In Fang Xi’s hand, a talisman was rapidly depleting.
— Gold Light Shield Talisman!
“You always exceed my expectations!” Linghu Yang looked at that layer of golden light, thoughtful.
At that moment, Fang Xi pointed a finger.
Whoosh!
The Green Barley Sword transformed into a blue light, stabbing out like a whiplash.
“Secret Skill – Five Thunder Extreme Transformation!”
Linghu Yang let out a fierce shout, and it seemed like sparks of electricity appeared between his hands, which quickly came together as if grabbing the blade itself.
The horrifying True Strength erupted, causing the Green Barley Sword to emit a series of mournful wails.
‘Damn, body cultivators are such a hassle!’ Fang Xi could see that the Green Barley Sword had already torn Linghu Yang’s flesh and blood, but was caught dead by the bones, unable to advance.
The opponent’s True Strength even formed rings of thread-like energy, aiming to cut off the connection between him and the Green Barley Sword, just like a cocoon.
‘This man, if he were born in the Southern Wilderness Cultivation Realm, he might truly be able to carve a career for himself!’ Fang Xi thought, feeling a pang of emotion but growing even more determined to kill.
He waved his right hand, and produced another precious talisman from his reserves.
The surface of this talisman even flickered with tiny sparks, flowing like lightning.
From the moment it appeared, it carried an aura of terror.
First-grade mid-quality—Minor Thunder Talisman!
“Go!”
Fang Xi infused the talisman with his magic power and pointed at Linghu Yang.
Boom!
Thunder erupted from the ground!
A blue thunder light appeared, bearing terrifying force, and in an instant it struck Linghu Yang, blackening his entire body, eliciting a scream of agony as he suffered grave injuries.
“The Minor Thunder Talisman is not only a first-grade mid-quality talisman but also attributed to lightning, and perhaps it has a special bonus against Demonic Beasts!” Seeing this, Fang Xi mused, his hands moving swiftly, “Go!”
The Green Barley Sword, now unrestrained, moved back and forth rapidly, and in an instant, severed both of Linghu Yang’s hands and feet.
“Ah!”
The man screamed before falling into complete unconsciousness.
Fang Xi approached and saw that at the location of the wounds, new flesh was budding, with tiny black tadpole-like runes still stubbornly healing the injuries, maintaining his thread of vitality!
“This Demon Curse Power is indeed remarkable.”
After his comment, Fang Xi grabbed Linghu Yang, now reduced to a human stick and swiftly departed.
He needed to find a safe place where he could slowly interrogate Linghu Yang using ‘Bewitching Skills.’
This man had gone mad in an attempt to live and escape the city, even turning on his own comrades.
No matter how Fang Xi dealt with him, he would not feel the slightest bit of psychological burden.