From a martial arts disciple to a god through countless trials and tribulations

Chapter 3 Huang Liang Meng

In the private room on the second floor of the restaurant, the hot pot soup was bubbling with ingredients and steam was rising.

The fat, bloated man was eating hot pot while holding up a piece of paper with scribbled handwriting. He turned his head and said to the person next to him:
"Hey, that guy called Wang Chan has some real stuff... Look at what he wrote down, it looks like he's really practicing Qi Dao."

"I've never heard of the Twelve Spiritual Qi Breathing Method. I wonder if it's possible to practice it..."

"Can anything that [Yellow Millet Dream] spews out be false?"

"..."

On the window frame, a black cat curled up its limbs, like a coal ball, with a small jade pendant tied with a red rope around its neck. She sometimes looked at the empty street outside the building where the figure had disappeared, and sometimes turned her head to look at Qinglushan and the other person in the house, her eyes flashing.

Immediately, the black cat burped comfortably, narrowed his eyes slightly, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Chila!"

The wooden lattice door was roughly torn open by a large hand from the outside, and a figure stepped in.

"Wang Chan——"

The fat yellow man and the other man stared at the young man who had broken in with puzzled eyes for a long while, then looked at each other in confusion. The fat yellow man scratched his neck.
"Wang Chan is not here... who are you?"

“…Chen Xuan.”

The man walked in, glanced down at the hot pot on the table, pulled out a chair, sat down, and said calmly, "It's the same with you."

The two were stunned when they heard this and slowly put down their chopsticks.

"Oh, that martial arts master..."

There was a hint of disapproval and mockery in the strange tone of voice.

Chen Xuan's expression remained calm as he asked, "Are you the Qi practitioners from Qinglu Mountain?"

"A month ago, I was a martial artist like you... but now I've already experienced [Transformation] and can be considered a half-cultivator."

The fat yellow man sneered in response, his expression nonchalant. He continued, "Yang, Yang... Where's that old-fashioned old man? It seems you killed him. But I don't understand why you came to us. Look, what Wang Chan said was right. You really are betraying your master and ancestors..."

"At this point, I have no intention of debating right or wrong."

Chen Xuan shook his head, placed one arm across the table, and placed the other hand in a fist under the table in front of his abdomen, his fingertips seeming to gently stroke something.

"Haha, he's just blaming us!"

The middle-aged man in hemp clothes on the left stood up, pointed his finger at Chen Xuan's head, and laughed at the fat yellow man, "He's blaming us, martial arts master, you're so scary, haha... Wang Chan doesn't even take you seriously. Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you act so arrogant in front of us? You're blind and you're asking for death!"

Chen Xuan turned his head, staring at the middle-aged man with a crazy smile, and said, "I don't understand either. You are not real Qi practitioners, why -"

"Zheng!"

The whistling sound of a sharp weapon exploding suddenly filled the air, and Chen Xuan's arm swung out like a black lightning, passing across the middle-aged man's neck.

"puff!"

The middle-aged man subconsciously covered his neck with his hand, and a smooth crack immediately appeared on his neck, like a zipper opening. Blood gushed out from between his fingers like a fountain, splashing all over the table.

The man fell down with a thud.

"At this distance, within one breath, I can strike eight times and kill everyone here."

Chen Xuan stood up, placed his hands on the table, looked down at the chubby man with a horrified face, and asked:
"Can you calmly tell me now... where Wang Chan went?"

The killing intent surged.

I don’t understand how Wang Chan deceived Master Yang... It doesn’t matter anymore. In life, we will always encounter inexplicable things of this or that kind.

But there is no regret when making a move. Once someone makes a decision, he must bear the consequences of that decision!
"Little brother, let's talk..."

The fat yellow man turned pale with fear. He swallowed his saliva, stood up from his seat, and said hurriedly:

"That group from Qinglu Mountain just brought the Yellow Millet Dream with them, heading non-stop to the Southern Wilds in search of opportunities. We two were disciples they accepted along the way, so we couldn't keep up and had to stay behind... Hey, you haven't heard of the Yellow Millet Dream, have you? It's about someone who's been reborn, referring to Wang Chan—let's get started!"

"boom!"

The table top was completely lifted up from the bottom, pots and pans flew everywhere, soup splashed everywhere, and a figure pounced on Chen Xuan like a thorn in his flesh!

It was the middle-aged man whose throat was completely cut!

Is this even fatal?
Chen Xuan was shocked. He had underestimated the practitioners of this era. However, he remained alert and reacted quickly. He immediately kicked the middle-aged man who had just climbed up in the head with all his strength and kicked him away.

The middle-aged man fell to the corner of the wall with a bang, his entire cervical vertebra was kicked off, and his head drooped on his chest. This time, he was finally deader than dead.

"boom!"

The next moment, a violent roar sounded in front of him, making Chen Xuan's scalp numb instantly.

A fist as big as an iron bowl, emitting white precious light, pierced through the flying table in the air and hit straight towards him, rapidly magnifying in his eyes.

"Little brother, this punch of mine has a force of a thousand pounds, can you take it—"

Before joining Qinglu Mountain.

The fat Huang man is also a top martial arts master in a big town. His martial arts are not inferior to Yang Qingshan. Moreover, he is only in his thirties, and his energy and blood are at their peak!

Chen Xuan crossed his hands in front of him, and at the same time, he kicked the ground with his feet, and leaped backward, trying every means to relieve the force of the punch that was sure to hit him.

"boom!"

Chen Xuan was hit and flew out like a cannonball, hitting the ground hard. He rolled back several times until he hit the wall, which barely relieved about 70% of the force.

Look up.

The fat yellow man had already torn the table apart, his fists emitting dazzling white light, and he swooped down like an eagle.

"If practicing martial arts is useful, why should we practice Qi——"

Although he was deeply shocked by the superb martial arts skills displayed by this young man, he had to admit that in terms of martial arts alone, this young man might have been a step ahead of him, a veteran warrior. But as he said, this is an era dominated by Qi practitioners! "..."

Chen Xuan gritted his teeth and rolled to the side to avoid the impact. A strong gust of wind exploded at his back, piercing through the brick and stone wall, leaving two large holes.

This is the irresistible power of controlling Qi.

You have to know that the average person's punch can only exert a maximum of one or two hundred kilograms of force. Even someone as strong as Chen Xuan, the top martial artist in Liu Town, a martial arts genius that even Master Yang and Master Pei willingly acknowledge, can only exert a normal force of five or six hundred kilograms of force in a punch... If you simply gather energy to measure the force, it will naturally be much higher. However, during a fight, you may throw several punches in a single breath, and it is impossible to use all your strength in each punch.

But the fat yellow man's casual attack reached a terrifying force of a thousand pounds, which was twice as much as Chen Xuan's!
Moreover, the white light that permeated the fat yellow man's fist was very mysterious. His fist looked like it was carved from jade, and even sharp weapons could hardly break through it.

This punch cannot be taken head-on.

Chen Xuan understood that if he was hit head-on, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"call!"

In a flash, a murderous look flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes. He frowned, reached out to grab the fat yellow man's arm, and suddenly dropped his whole body down, trying to pull him to the ground with all his strength, so as to engage in a messy close combat.

...I can't pull it.

The two men were in a stalemate for a few breaths, and Chen Xuan's entire body was lifted up by the fat yellow man's big hand that was filled with precious light.

"Seek death!"

The fat yellow man was overjoyed, his eyes glared at Chen Xuan, and his other big hand pinched Chen Xuan's head like a pair of pliers, trying to twist it into a dough.

"Hey!"

Chen Xuan did not avoid but moved forward, using the momentum of the fat yellow man's raised arm to bump into his arms sideways.

The fat yellow man thought he had fallen into a trap and his hair stood on end. The decisiveness and ruthlessness displayed by the young man in an instant made him feel cold all the way to the top of his head!

"Puff puff!"

In an instant, Chen Xuan launched a lightning-fast attack. Eight or nine faint cold lights bloomed rapidly in the air, and countless black lines like ink splashed out from Fatty Huang's chest, waist, neck, face...

The fat yellow man made a desperate attempt, and the fist that missed was also used to smash into Chen Xuan's back, but after the hard hit, his strength gradually weakened.

"Bang!"

Immediately, the fat yellow man's bloated body collapsed like a mountain.

After a while.

Chen Xuan's face was as pale as gold foil. He staggered to his feet from the ground, held onto the wall, retched a few times, and spat out a pool of dark red blood.

"As expected, practicing martial arts is a dead end. I still need to practice Qi..."

Chen Xuan's lips were pale, and he smiled and sighed, saying that this was an extremely dangerous battle and it was not easy for him to win.

The fat yellow man was still a martial arts master in the mortal realm a month ago, but as soon as he was accepted by Qinglu Mountain to practice Qi, he immediately broke through the limit of human strength and became an extraordinary being.

Practice Qi.

You must practice Qi.

Chen Xuan thought so in his heart, looked around the messy room, and then walked towards the two corpses on the ground.

"[Twelve Spiritual Qi Breathing Methods]..."

Chen Xuan picked up a piece of paper on the ground, glanced at it twice, and without taking time to look at it carefully, he stuffed it into his arms, then quickly searched the two bodies several times.

I found some glittering jade stones... They must be a kind of currency in the world of Qi training.

There is also a map.

Apart from that, there is nothing else.

In strange stories and legends, there are often stories of practitioners killing people and touching corpses, and making a fortune. In most cases, this is not reasonable.

The world is a dangerous place, and when people go out, they don’t carry truly precious things with them, but hide them.

"Southern Wilderness Mountains..."

Chen Xuan unfolded the ancient map and searched for his target: "The route into Qinglu Mountain... the legendary Peach Blossom Spring Village, huh, isn't this near my hometown..."

Three years ago, he followed the advice of the village elders and set out from the village, crossing most of the deserted Tao Town. After walking for more than half a month, he finally arrived at the neighboring Liu Town to practice martial arts.

Taohuayuan Village is a village under Tao Town... a village that only exists in legends.

"Wang Chan...it's not over yet."

Chen Xuan clutched the map tightly, put it into his sleeve, turned around and was about to leave.

But at the moment he turned around, an uncontrollable chill spread from his tailbone up to his whole body.

A quick glimpse from the corner of my eye.

"call!"

Countless white paper money with square holes and round shapes fell from the sky, scattered all over the place. Golden and white prayer flags fluttered and burned. There was a fire with pale flames swaying, accompanied by extremely faint crying sounds.

Black fog rolled in and the sky turned gray.

Faintly, a pair of creepy eyes of pure gold lit up silently in the black fog.

"What's going on? Who's crying? Who's burning paper money? Whose eyes are..."

Chen Xuan was stunned, and then his scalp went numb. He didn't know what was going on. Where was this place?
moment.

Chen Xuan's hair stood on end. After three years of consciousness, he finally saw those unimaginable and extremely crazy things again.

Unexpectedly, the end comes.

(End of this chapter)