I am about to die of old age, and I have awakened the character of longevity.

Chapter 25 This person is incredible
Xie An walked ten meters away from Zhang Biao, stopped, and observed for a while, making sure that the other party's brains had flowed out. Then he approached. He kicked Zhang Biao's body, which looked like a dead fish, twice, and then sat down to breathe heavily.

Huhu.

"This confrontation is truly exhausting. This is a warrior who has just entered the Bronze Skin Realm? He's truly formidable!"

Xie An felt that if he fought with bare hands at close range, he would be confident that he could crush his opponent with his absolute strength.

But the opponent is proficient in swordsmanship, while I am not proficient in weapons. If we really fight in close combat, I might be killed.

"Relying on health-preserving techniques to become a martial artist and master the art of killing is still too slow. It must have taken Mr. Tang decades to become a martial artist through health-preserving techniques. If I don't want to wait for decades, I still need to practice martial arts."

Xie An had killed Zhang Bing, Lu Wei, Zhang Wei, Li Wei, Wang Wu, and Asan along the way. But he had never been as exhausted as he was today.

Although Xie An knew from the beginning that he could easily win, the confrontation lasted nearly half an hour, which was too difficult to endure.

It's so difficult to kill a bronze-skinned warrior.

After all, my strength is too weak.

The health-preserving functions can be used to strengthen the body and prolong life.

The skill of killing still requires practicing martial arts.

If you are strong enough, why go through so many twists and turns?
"Once I join Baiyutang and save some money, I'll start practicing martial arts."

Xie An made up his mind, then stretched his muscles and felt around Zhang Biao.

My goodness... Zhang Biao asked for five hundred or two thousand taels of silver, but his entire fortune was only ten taels of silver.

This is too much to boast about...

After looting the silver and money and failing to find any other martial arts secrets, Xie An turned and left.

The arrows were ordinary things that Xie An bought on the market, so even if they were left at the scene, no one would suspect anything.

The large-scale attack and killing of Zhang Biao was not originally part of Xie An's plan.

He planned to let the child grow for a few more months before taking action. However, Zhang Biao had been acting very aggressively recently, suspecting him and asking Constable Liu He to torture and interrogate his own apprentice.

Xie An was worried that this guy would continue to act recklessly and that he might not be able to find any clues.

In order to avoid any more trouble, I had no choice but to do it reluctantly.

……

When I returned to the small house in the backyard of the pawnshop, it was already the hour of Yin.

It's still dark.

The room was warm because the stove was still burning. The two little disciples were still sleeping soundly, snoring evenly.

Xie An had just killed someone, a Bronze Skin Realm warrior. He was still excited and had no desire to sleep. To avoid disturbing his two disciples' sweet dreams, Xie An did not practice the Five Animal Frolics. Instead, he sat down cross-legged and began practicing Fetal Breathing.

Huhu.

Suppress your breath from entering through your mouth and nose, and imagine your Mingmen and Dantian fitting together. Pause for a moment, then exhale the air from your lower Dantian up to your Xuanguan acupoint...

This is the second of the three methods, the Tianfeng style fetal breathing method.

After a while, Xie An found his state and began to imagine breathing through his navel. He then used his mind to move from the perineum along the Ren Mai to the navel, and kept his mind on the navel while exhaling.

This is the third of the three methods, the navel-yin fetal breathing method.

After several months of practice, Xie An had already begun to adapt to the fetal breathing technique. Although there was still a gap between him and breathing without using his mouth and nose, he had already touched the threshold of entry.

[Fetal Breathing Exercise: Three Methods (93/100)]

"I'm almost breaking through. I wonder if that will extend my lifespan... or if I can breathe without using my nose or mouth?"

……

The next day, the first day of the Lunar New Year.

All things are reviving and flourishing.

The Spring Festival was the most important festival of the year in Daqian. The imperial court attached great importance to it, designating the first day of the first lunar month as "New Year's Day," during which activities such as New Year's greetings and New Year's Eve dinner were held. It also stipulated a seven-day holiday for the Spring Festival, with a system of "nine days of rest and one day of rest."

Therefore, Wuqiao Town was not prosperous on the first day of the Lunar New Year. All the shops were closed, and the shopkeepers and their employees went home to take care of their wives and children.

Business at the Blood Ridge Black Market had also slowed down considerably, becoming quite quiet. Zhang Lin, the Blood Ridge Black Market's security officer, remained behind to maintain order and protect the goods and property there. Several of his trusted associates also stayed behind.

At last night's New Year's Eve dinner, Zhang Lin and several of his men drank too much and got up late in the morning.

Zhang Lin had just finished breakfast when he saw Zhou Xing rushing in with a knife in his hand.

"Boss, something terrible has happened."

Zhang Lin couldn't help but scold him, "How can you be so anxious on New Year's Day? What happened?"

Zhou Xing was out of breath, his face pale, and his voice trembled. "Deacon Zhang Biao... was killed."

"what?"

Zhang Lin, who was usually calm, lost his composure and stood up suddenly. "Are you... sure?"

"Yes, I saw Deacon Zhang Biao's body on a nearby mountain path while I was on patrol this morning."

"Take me to see it quickly."

Zhang Lin also "disregarded propriety" and followed Zhou Xing out in a hurry, even seeming more excited than Zhou Xing.

For years, Zhang Biao had been his sworn enemy. Besides their ideological differences, they also had a personal vendetta. Although Zhang Lin boasted of his superior strength and looked down upon Zhang Biao as a relative, he had no choice but to accept his connections. That was why, upon meeting Xie An, he repeatedly extended olive branches, even hinting at the possibility of using Xie An to kill Zhang Biao.

But Xie An declined repeatedly, and he also saw that Xie An was a very cautious old man, so he didn't hold out much hope.

Unexpectedly, just after the New Year... Zhang Biao died.

This New Year's gift...is too timely.

However, before seeing Zhang Biao's body, Zhang Lin still couldn't believe it.

It was not until... Zhang Lin actually saw Zhang Biao's body on the mountain road that he dared to believe that all this was true.

"Boss, who's so bold as to attack and kill the deacon of Baiyutang...are you crazy?" Zhou Xing's face was pale. Although he had only been a member of Baiyutang for a short time, he knew that in all of Qingwu County, there were only a few forces that dared to attack Hulangmen.

Killing a deacon is no small matter.

Zhang Lin carefully examined the scene.

Zhou Xing watched his boss running back and forth, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Boss, what are you doing?"

"I want to see how Zhang Biao died."

Zhou Xing was shocked: "How did he die?"

Zhang Lin analyzed the traces left at the scene while mentally analyzing the circumstances of Zhang Biao's murder. "Zhang Biao must have been riding alone. The initial hoof prints were slow, indicating that Zhang Biao was unaware of the danger and was simply moving slowly. The hoof prints suddenly accelerated... probably because he was shot with an arrow, and the horse was frightened. But Zhang Biao was not hit by the arrow."

Zhou Xing was stunned by what he heard and was very interested. "Then what?"

Zhang Lin said, "Then... the horse's head was shot through. The murderer used a heavy bow, so he shot the horse first."

"and then?"

"Then Zhang Biao hid behind the poplar tree and circled with the murderer in a stalemate..." Based on the traces at the scene, Zhang Lin actually deduced the situation at that time.

After hearing this, Zhou Xing couldn't help but gasp, "This murderer is a ruthless veteran! He killed Zhang Biao without any effort."

Zhang Lin couldn't help but admire him. "From the very beginning, every move Zhang Biao made was calculated by the other party. This murderer is like a seasoned hunter, his methods are ruthless and steady. This person is incredible."

Zhou Xing was frightened for a moment: "Then I will send someone to investigate the murderer."

Snapped.

Zhang Lin slapped Zhou Xing's head fiercely. "There's no point investigating the murderer. It's just a cold winter with a lack of food, and bandits are responsible. Deacon Zhang Biao was carrying a large sum of money, and the bandits were targeting him."

Zhou Xing opened his mouth wide, thinking that this didn't look like the work of bandits at all, it was clearly the work of an experienced killer.

Zhang Lin glared at him. "Hmm? Do you have any good ideas?"

Zhou Xing suddenly came to his senses and shook his head like a rattle. "No, no. The boss is right. It was the bandits from Dayin Mountain who did it."

Zhang Lin finally nodded in satisfaction. "This murderer is beyond the reach of you and me. Don't bother looking for trouble. Take Ma'er and Zhang Biao's bodies back and report based on what you just said."

(End of this chapter)