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

Chapter 37 Looking down upon
"laugh!"

Chen Xuan swung the hairpin with his right hand, and a round red light danced in the air, burning gold and corroding iron, and quickly passed through the neck of an ascetic monk in front of him, and a head flew into the sky.

This person has a strong murderous intent, there is no way he will hold back!

"court death!"

"You still dare to do evil!"

Two shining fists came whistling at him from the side like hammers. Chen Xuan raised his left arm to block them. Both of them were powerful warriors who had reached the second stage of enlightenment. They attacked him with a combined force, causing Chen Xuan to groan and almost breaking the bones of his forearm.

"laugh!"

Chen Xuan's face was solemn. He clenched the fire hairpin in his right hand and slashed to the other side without a hair's breadth. The red fire arc brought out a bloody light. Three broken arms flew up, and the cuts were charred black. As soon as the blood gushed out, it was evaporated by the remaining fire red qi.

"Ah!"

Screams erupted, and the three ascetic monks retreated backwards, yelling in pain: "He's practicing Chi Qi, everyone retreat!"

Chen Xuan immediately followed, and the flaming hairpins rained down like a torrential rain, piercing two of them. Several blood holes immediately melted on their bodies, which were as hard as gold and iron, and they suffered serious injuries.

The third man had obvious murderous intent in his eyes. Chen Xuan cut open his chest, leaving his internal organs charred. It was obvious that he was not going to survive.

"Bang bang!"

Almost at the same time, several golden-white fists like thunder attacked from behind and knocked Chen Xuan away. Half of his shoulder collapsed, and he spat out a mouthful of flaming blood in the air.

"His body is so strong and tough, just like ours!"

Several ascetics covered their fists that were burned by the flames and screamed in shock.

According to common sense, the white-Qi cultivators have the strongest physique, while the red-Qi cultivators have the poorest physique. If they were hit by several close-range punches, half of their bodies would have been blown up.

But at this moment, Chen Xuan's shoulder only collapsed and his bones were broken, and he did not suffer any fatal injuries. This made them extremely surprised, and they even suspected that the other party was not practicing red Qi, but the same golden white Qi as them.

"boom!"

Chen Xuan landed on the ground, rolled over and stood up steadily. His eyes were sharp as he glanced at his shoulder with bone spurs.

"call!"

With every breath he took, red Qi surged throughout his body. In an instant, a lush, green light emerged, and a majestic breath of life filled the air. The flesh on his shoulders squirmed, and the broken bones automatically returned to their original positions and connected, healing at an extremely fast speed.

Green Qi!

There seemed to be a faint sound of a deer coming from Chen Xuan's body, clear and loud.

"Wood belongs to Qingqi, he is a double-qi cultivator!"

An ascetic monk looked horrified. Fire and wood were incompatible. If one of them was practiced, the other would take several times longer and the result would be half the effort.

"This person is so young, he must have been practicing magic since he was young. Could he be from a weapon-making family in Red Crow City?" Someone looked surprised.

"Fellow Daoist, there must be a misunderstanding here. Please stop. We in the Hanging Temple are reasonable and sensible!"

A tall ascetic monk hurriedly shouted that although he had also participated in the fight just now, his intention was to control Chen Xuan and stop him from doing evil. Later, he found that some of his fellow disciples seemed to have taken ruthless actions, so he took the initiative to withdraw from the battlefield and even ordered a group of ascetic monks who had just rushed back from outside the camp not to interfere.

Most of the ascetic monks who truly abide by the rules of the Hanging Temple have entered the Southern Wilderness. Those who remain outside are either of flawed character or are responsible for maintaining order in a certain area.

"Oh, the truth?"

Chen Xuan twisted his neck, glared at the tall ascetic monk, and asked, "Will you kill him for me?"

The tall ascetic monk replied with a grim expression, "If Brother Kongxuan is truly guilty, we at the Hanging Temple will punish him according to the temple rules. Please refrain from committing murder again, you have a very strong murderous nature."

Kongxuan is the Buddhist name of the old monk who cooks the precious tea and medicinal soup.

"So you can't die?"

Chen Xuan waved his arm, which had almost recovered from its injury, and sneered, "Oh, you're not going to die, so why are you trying to reason with me? Those who harmed me are allowed to go unscathed. Why did I go through so much trouble to cultivate Qi?"

If he was just transforming into an immortal, he might assess the situation, explain things to others, and reason with them, or he might even turn around and flee, leaving the Hanging Temple camp where there are many powerful people.

But Chen Xuan has already achieved enlightenment for the second time, and if he still has to worry about what’s ahead, then all his training would be in vain!
The ascetic monk's face darkened, and he said in a cold voice, "You have already killed and injured several people in a row, and you still refuse to give up. Do you really want to become mortal enemies with the Hanging Temple?"

The Hanging Temple is a huge hidden force. If they were not in a foreign place, why would they be so humble? The other party is unreasonable and treats them as soft persimmons. It is really too much.

In fact, Chen Xuan's fatal attacks, no matter what the reason, have already formed an unbreakable knot between the two sides.

The old monk who was making tea fled behind the many disciples, poked his old head out, and shouted:

"He has the True Scripture for Qi Training. Who could resist the greed in his heart? If you knew this, could you bear it? The True Scripture! That is the True Scripture left behind by the ancient immortals and sages!"

The true scripture! Suddenly, the entire camp fell silent, a terrifying silence. Not only did the ascetic monks present hold their breath, but even the group of Qi practitioners watching the excitement from afar widened their eyes in shock.

The old monk shouted, as if he wanted everyone to hear the news.

"Are you serious? You saw it with your own eyes!" someone shouted.

"The ancient seal characters he asked me about were mostly about the meridians of the human body and the secrets of immortal energy. Where else could they have come from besides the ancient scriptures?"

The old monk spoke with conviction, trying to incite others and muddy the situation.

This is just speculation and its credibility is obviously not high.

Only by practicing the True Scripture of Immortals can one break through the level of immortality and enter a higher realm.

How could a mere casual cultivator at the Yuhua realm possibly possess the True Scripture of Immortals? It was simply a fairy tale!

In the entire territory of Chiya City, only a few Qi-cultivating families in Qinglu Mountain and Chiya City possess such treasures. Even the True Scriptures of Immortals possessed by these forces are incomplete and not the complete version at all.

But what if?
In an instant, the eyes of everyone present became strange, and some people stared at Chen Xuan blankly, breathing rapidly.

So this is where the problem lies!

Chen Xuan's face was gloomy, and he immediately reflected on his mistakes in his heart. He was too careless and underestimated the people of the world just like Wang Chan!

Fortunately, the old monk was just guessing and had not really discovered the Yellow Millet Sutra in his mind.

However, it was too unexpected that the other party had a little doubt in his heart because he asked for advice on a few ancient seal characters and took the risk that night.

Besides the viciousness of this Qigong practice, the human heart is unpredictable, making it impossible to guard against it!
"Oh, it's true that God's will has always been difficult to understand!"

Chen Xuan sneered. The injury on his shoulder had mostly healed. He summoned the red energy of fire again, stood up, and slammed into the ascetic monks with a posture as powerful as a bull.

He would not waste his breath explaining to others present.

A clear-minded person will not believe such nonsense. As for those who are willing to believe, even if you explain ten thousand reasons, they will still stick to their own opinions!

"He wants to kill people to silence them, save me!"

The old monk who was cooking medicine was so frightened that his face turned pale. In panic, he turned around and continued to flee.

But the fellow disciples around him were all pondering this shocking secret, and their minds were in a mess for a moment. They did not expect Chen Xuan to act without any warning, and their reaction was actually half a beat slow.

"Ha! I just want to kill you to silence you!"

Chen Xuan charged into the formation like a fierce tiger, and a red arc of fire streaked across the old monk's back. The old monk wailed and staggered, and Chen Xuan grabbed his head and pulled him back. He stabbed his neck with the fire hairpin several times, melting out several blood holes as thick as thumbs, with light visible from the front and back.

He quickly reached into his arms and pulled out a golden tea cake from the Buddha's Heart Tea Tree wrapped in oil paper.

"Put it down! How dare you!"

The ascetic monks' eyes turned bloodshot in an instant, and they roared like monkeys and howled like elephants. More than 20 figures gathered together and rushed towards Chen Xuan.

The precious medicine on land is priceless and is related to the survival of this camp. Once it is taken away by Chen Xuan, the consequences will be disastrous!
"Why don't I dare!"

Chen Xuan laughed out loud and punched out a red flaming firebird, knocking away an ascetic monk who had achieved his second metamorphosis. He turned around and smashed the old monk's corpse. Some monks dodged in a hurry, but Chen Xuan took the initiative to chase them, and rushed directly into the most crowded formation like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves... He had already noticed that some of the ascetic monks had inexplicably strong murderous intentions towards him, and these people had to be dealt with... Moreover, these people, like the old monk, had been seen before, and Chen Xuan had seen them!
In the distance, all the Qi practitioners in Chiya City were horrified. Looking at Chen Xuan, who was unconcealed and whose brutality and arrogance were almost soaring to the sky, everyone was trembling with fear and their legs were shaking.

The evil thoughts that arose in some people's minds disappeared instantly.

Even if Chen Xuan really possessed the true scriptures, how could they covet and get their hands on them!

"Bang!"

Chen Xuan's attack was wide and fierce. He grabbed the arm of a murderous second-level ascetic monk and delivered three quick and powerful punches in succession, sending the monk flying into the air and blood mist spurting out from his back.

Another person attacked from the side, but Chen Xuan didn't dodge, trading injury for life, and stabbed the person's heart repeatedly with the fire hairpin...

Practicing Qi magic is also a killing skill. This is what Chen Xuan is best at!
"No more fighting, no more fighting!"

The remaining monks were finally frightened by the killing and scattered, retreating in all directions, not daring to fight again.

The opponent was extremely skilled in combat. The Fire Virtue's Red Qi naturally restrained the Metal Virtue's White Qi, and he relied on the Wood Virtue's Green Qi to heal his wounds. Chen Xuan directly adopted a desperate fighting style. Who would dare to fight him head-on? Chen Xuan was injured, but they lost their lives!
In just a short while, no less than three ascetic monks died at his hands, and the number of injured was so great that they could not be counted on one hand.

Even if they tried their best to keep Chen Xuan, at least half of them would die.

Moreover, you may not be able to stay!
Chen Xuan's body was covered in blood. He looked around and saw that he had dealt with all the ascetic monks who had burst into murderous intent towards him. He turned around and waved to the group of stunned Qi practitioners from Red Crow City in the distance, then left with a big laugh.
"There is no good temple, there is no good temple. Everyone, I will go first, see you later!"

There were strange things happening to some of the ascetic monks in the Hanging Temple, not just the three old monks. His intuition told him that he couldn't stay here any longer!

(End of this chapter)