Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 315 is somewhat interesting.

The dark patterns on the head of the Shaking Mountain and Suppressing Sea Hammer suddenly lit up, intertwining with the force to form a crimson-black gale, which compressed the air along its path, creating visible ring-shaped ripples.

"boom!"

The moment the hammer fell, the beams of the entire restaurant trembled, and the copper bells on the eaves rang out like startled crows scattering.

The carved screen in the third-floor private room was overturned by the blast wave, and bowls, plates, and wine pots clattered to the ground. From the next room, "Tianzi Bing" (a private room number), a woman screamed, "The beams are going to collapse!"

A young servant slipped a tray from his hand under the eaves, spilling a bowl of scalding hot snow frog soup onto the blue bricks, sending up a cloud of steam.

Before the hammer even struck, the violent wind pressure had already torn the scholar's desk to shreds, with wood chips mixed with tattered pages of books flying everywhere.

The scholar's companion was suddenly thrown backward, his hair ornament swept off by the strong wind and flew to the second-floor courtyard, causing the wandering swordsman who was holding chopsticks to stand up angrily: "Who did this upstairs?!"

Even more startled, the wealthy businessman at the next table covered his head and crawled under the table, knocking over a whole table of sea bass sashimi.

As the scholar hastily parried with his sword, the hammer hummed spontaneously, and with the flow of earth vein power, it once again emitted visible ripples in the air.

A shout came from outside the hole: "Senior Brother Xu, you've dirtied your hands! Why don't you let your junior brother do the work!"

These Taoist disciples naturally understood that whoever was working the hardest right now would definitely catch Xu Yunfan's eye.

The moment the hammer and sword clashed, the sword cracked inch by inch as if struck by lightning, and fragments shot out and embedded themselves in the beams and pillars, startling the cat crouching on the railing, which puffed up its fur and leaped into the backyard.

The scholar's sleeves fluttered like butterflies, revealing the protective aura of the Sword Pavilion beneath his skin, which was covered in bloodstains. This caused the martial arts travelers peeking in from outside the window to gasp in shock.

"The Sword Pavilion's 'Golden Jade Sword Body' couldn't even withstand a single hammer blow?!"

The aftershocks swept across the room, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the blue bricks of the adjacent private room. The copper bells on the eaves jingled and shattered into powder.

Before the hammer blows were finished, the hammer wind, carrying wood chips, condensed into a three-zhang-long vortex above the scholar's head, and the third floor of the entire Changfeng Tavern collapsed with a roar.

With a dull thud as the beams and pillars broke, rubble rained down, startling the diners downstairs who scattered in panic.

The screen in the private room on the second floor was blown away by the blast of air, revealing a table full of delicacies. The sashimi of perch was still trembling on the plate, but the wine pot had rolled to the ground. The amber-colored wine seeped into the crack, mixing with wood chips and creating a murky foam.

Xu Yunfan stood holding a hammer in one hand, the hammer still humming, the aftershocks of the earth's veins causing the wooden planks beneath his feet to crack and shatter.

He glanced down at the two hammers in his hands; the dark patterns on the hammer surfaces surged like tides, faintly emanating the hum of the earth's veins.

Although the "Five Mountains Tilt" move was not executed with full force, the mountain spirit power inherent in the Mountain-Shaking and Sea-Suppressing Hammer caused the beams and pillars of the third-floor private room to tilt and the blue bricks to crack.

Wood chips mixed with porcelain shards fell in a soft rustling sound, and from below, one could faintly hear the shopkeeper's heart-wrenching wails: "My century-old rosewood screen..."

"..."

He lightly stroked the lingering ripples on the hammer handle with his fingertips, thinking to himself, "The initial movement should be like a swan skimming the water, and the hammer should fall to reveal the might of thunder... This movement now looks like a brute swinging a wood-chopping axe."

Suddenly, a round-faced disciple stammered in alarm from downstairs: "Senior Brother Xu! The sword sheath from the Sword Pavilion is still stuck in the floor tiles..."

Before he could finish speaking, the scabbard shattered into dust with a "crack".

Xu Yunfan couldn't help but shake his head. These divine weapons had not yet fully recognized their master. During the battle just now, they spontaneously activated the earth's veins, causing them to unleash twelve times the power with only three-tenths of their strength.

Heaven can bear witness that on his first day in Yujing City, he did not want to cause trouble, so he used very little force.

Amidst the smoke and dust, the scholar slumped in the ruins. His jade hairpin, which bound his hair, was shattered, and his disheveled hair was covered in wood chips. Fragments of his sword were deeply embedded in the elm pillar beside him, and the protective jade pendant hanging from the sword tassel had long since been reduced to dust.

The martial arts practitioners watching from outside the window fell silent. Many observant eyes swept over and noticed the Daoist sect badges hanging from Xu Yunfan's waist and the people sitting on the ground. Xu Yunfan did not take advantage of the situation to pursue them.

Xu Yunfan sighed softly, and the moment his five fingers released the hammer handle, the pair of Shaking Mountains and Suppressing Seas hammers slid into the slot along the black steel mechanism at his waist with a "click".

The hammerhead pointed diagonally backward at the ground, its dark blue body gleaming in the twilight like the fangs of a lurking beast.

The black steel belt around his waist sagged slightly, yet remained perfectly still, making it seem as if these three-hundred-pound weapons were permanently attached to his waist.

This belt mechanism was made by him using the Heavenly Craftsmanship Forging Technique. Each part inside could have been made by the disciples of the Heavenly Craftsmanship Department in the Heavenly Craftsmanship Cave, but unfortunately, in the Dao Sect, they could only be hand-made one by one, which took him half a day to complete.

"Who gave you the courage to say these things?"

The scholar grinned, a line of crimson blood spilling from the corner of his lips, but his face showed an undisguised, joyful smile, and his eyes were devoid of any fear.

"I am Chiang Ching-kuo, a true disciple of the Sword Pavilion. Do you dare to kill me?"

Xu Yunfan remained calm and composed upon seeing this, his expression unchanged.

This trip was a spur-of-the-moment decision, and his whereabouts were completely unpredictable.

I chose Changfeng Restaurant simply because this chain restaurant, which has branches in various states of the Great Zhou, is the most eye-catching. I remembered what happened in Beiye City, Qingzhou, so I came here.

Upon hearing Chiang Ching-kuo's arrogant words, the round-faced disciple standing to the side was instantly enraged, his eyes flashing with cold light.

He slammed his right hand onto the hilt of his sword, drawing the blade three inches from its sheath. The sword reflected the cold, eerie light of the building's lights, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the wooden planks beneath his feet, caused by the force of his footing.

Just as he lunged forward, Xu Yunfan's left hand gripped his shoulder and neck like an iron clamp, forcefully stopping his sudden movement.

"No need to rush."

Xu Yunfan's voice wasn't loud, but it made the round-faced disciple's ears ring.

The force flowing between his five fingers formed chains within the opponent's body.

The round-faced disciple felt as if his entire right arm was soaked in lava. The longsword in its scabbard, which had been ringing, suddenly fell silent. Cold sweat rolled down his temples. The seemingly casual suppression from the chief disciple had rendered this Marrow Cleansing Realm martial artist completely powerless.

Don't be fooled by Xu Yunfan's servile demeanor; you should know that within Yujing City, in the Dao Sect's headquarters, he is considered the third-in-command.

The third floor became so quiet that the creaking of the wooden beams bearing the weight could be heard.

Xu Yunfan tapped the round-faced disciple's shoulder twice with his fingertips, subtly pushing him back to his original position, but the footprints remaining on the blue bricks had already sunk half an inch deeper.

This effortless suppression was more intimidating than a direct attack.

Xu Yunfan lowered his eyelids slightly, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over the round-faced disciple's smiling face.

From the moment he stepped into the camp, this Daoist disciple named Chen Hong served him diligently, almost deliberately so. When handing him a handkerchief, his fingertips would inadvertently probe his physical strength, and when leading the way, he would always slow down half a step at corners to observe where he would land.

At that moment, that seemingly casual gaze made the hairs on the back of Chen Hong's neck stand on end.

The smile on his face froze instantly, the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and he quickly lowered his head to hide the panic that flashed in his eyes.

"Senior Brother Xu..."

Chen Hong squeezed out a few words with his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice dry as if it had been sanded.

(End of this chapter)