Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 322 Calculation
However, he keenly noticed that Zhao Yu's pupils did not unconsciously shift to the right while he was speaking.

The other person's rapid breathing caused a rhythmic tremor at the site of the broken ribs, and the pulsation of the carotid artery was as steady as a pendulum as the Adam's apple rolled, with the blood in the body slightly accelerating due to excitement.

These subtle reactions intertwined in Xu Yunfan's eyes to form an undeniable physiological map.

Every word was sincere and came from the bottom of my heart.

"..."

Xu Yunfan was taken aback at first, then shook his head and chuckled, a hint of absurdity flashing in his eyes.

He had assumed there must be a deeper meaning behind this matter, but he never expected it to be for such a ridiculous reason.

Xu Yunfan tightened his grip slightly, and Zhao Yu's face flushed red, his eyes filled with even greater terror.

He wanted to argue a few more times, but then he saw a cold glint flash in Xu Yunfan's eyes. With a slight twist of his wrist, a crisp "crack" was heard, and Zhao Yu's neck was tilted to the side at an odd angle, his eyes freezing instantly.

Xu Yunfan released his grip, letting Zhao Yu's body slump to the ground.

He was about to step out of the dark side room when he suddenly stopped and frowned slightly.

Zhao Yu is such a mediocre person that even the inner disciples of the Sword Pavilion might not take him seriously. Yet now he has managed to incite the true disciples of the Sword Pavilion to come and cause trouble. The strangeness of this is self-evident.

"With your meager skills, you dare to provoke the Sword Pavilion?"

He looked at Zhao Yu, who was lying motionless on the ground, and a strange feeling suddenly welled up in his heart. This matter was too strange.

How could a piece of trash like Zhao Yu possibly persuade the true disciples of the Sword Pavilion?

Not to mention getting someone as proud and arrogant as Chiang Ching-kuo to stand up for him.

"No... it wasn't about standing up for someone. It should be that Chiang Ching-kuo was inherently stubborn and was led to Changfeng Restaurant. Daoist Chen Hong took me there... But how could he have predicted that I would go out shopping? It should have been a casual move, but I ended up stepping right into it... However, they misjudged my strength and I killed a bunch of them with one arrow."

Xu Yunfan muttered to himself, his gaze slowly sweeping across the side room.

The room was simply furnished, with only a wooden table, a few chairs, and an inconspicuous incense burner in the corner, from which a wisp of smoke was rising.

The fragrance was faint, yet it caused a slight stirring in Xu Yunfan's pure yang energy.

He suddenly realized that the incense burning in the burner was probably some kind of intoxicating fragrance that could confuse people's minds.

Considering Chiang Ching-kuo's previous unnatural and manic state, as well as his bizarre act of severing his own heart meridian, everything becomes clear.

"What a great move to kill someone with a borrowed knife."

Xu Yunfan sneered, and the "Lin" technique flickered slightly in his mind, suppressing that slight agitation.

Xu Yunfan snorted coldly, shifting his gaze from the incense burner and refusing to look at it again.

He strode out of the side room, the night wind carrying the stench of blood rushing towards him.

Just as he was about to leap towards the main house where Chen Hong was, he suddenly stopped. In the center of the courtyard, a tall figure stood with his hands behind his back. The bright moonlight, like mercury spilling onto the ground, outlined a hazy glow around that person.

"The 'Gathering the Essence of Heaven and Earth' method from the Twelve Secrets of the Golden Gate and Jade Lock'?"

Xu Yunfan raised an eyebrow slightly. Under his absorption of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the spiritual energy in the courtyard became relatively richer, and the pure yang true energy in his body unconsciously accelerated its circulation.

The clear light was like smoke and mist, sometimes transforming into the shape of a dragon that circled around Bi Sheng's side, and sometimes condensing into the illusory image of a jade lock that hung three inches above his head.

This is precisely the extraordinary phenomenon that occurs when the "Twelve Secret Techniques of Golden Gate and Jade Lock," a secret transmission from the lineage of the Daoist sect, is cultivated to a high level, drawing upon the essence of heaven and earth to enter the body.

Each ray of moonlight circulates in a strange, cyclical pattern, appearing even more mysterious under the moonlight.

The night wind suddenly stopped, and even the chirping of insects in the courtyard vanished, leaving only the faint tinkling sound of the moonlight, like the clinking of metal and jade. Upon hearing this, Bi Sheng withdrew his gaze from the distance, a half-smile playing on his lips, the moonlight casting shadows of varying depths on his gaunt face.

"He's not exactly stupid."

He rubbed his fingers together in his sleeve, gently caressing them, yet they produced a clear, melodious sound, as if he were kneading moonlight to condense a pill.

"Being able to see through this is a good sign that your master has not wasted the time and effort he has spent on the Purple Gold Bone Forging Pills."

When it came to elixirs, Bi Sheng couldn't help but show a hint of resentment on his face.

Heaven has mercy! In the past few hundred years, only Xu Yunfan in the Dao Sect has lived such a luxurious life. His daily expenses are comparable to the value of a mountain peak. How could he not be envied?

Xu Yunfan unconsciously rubbed the dragon pattern on the Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace with his knuckles, his Adam's apple bobbing as he spoke in a slightly strange voice.

"Did Uncle-Master already know about this?"

"But I was here half a cup of tea earlier than you."

Bi Sheng's sleeves suddenly moved without wind, and the true energy formed by the twelve golden locks and jade locks circulated endlessly around his body.

His gaze, which was fixed on the main house, suddenly turned cold, but his voice remained calm.

"Qingwei Mountain has thirty-six peaks and more than 100,000 disciples. From the outer disciples who gather herbs to the true disciples of each peak, who among them didn't climb up with painstaking effort and exhaustion?"

The jade lock's clear light flickered, making the vertical lines between his brows appear as deep as if they had been carved by a knife.

"Even Shen Wuyai, who has been the deputy sect leader for nearly a century, has made mistakes. Not to mention those..."

He suddenly stopped talking here.

He suddenly sighed, "The Dao Sect is too big after all, with hundreds of thousands of people from top to bottom. It's not surprising that they might have all sorts of thoughts. Your master, the deputy sect leader Shen Wuyai, and the various peak masters and elders, have all kinds of forces intertwined over the years. If you move one, it will affect the whole situation. It's not surprising that some bastards have infiltrated."

Xu Yunfan nodded slightly, understanding the situation.

"Uncle-Master, how about I go kill someone first, and then we can sit down and chat?"

As long as Chen Hong is alive, he will always be thinking about him, unable to eat or sleep, and feeling unwell all over.

Bi Sheng chuckled and shook his head, saying, "This matter is not urgent. He's just a clown. Let's keep him alive to catch bigger fish. If you kill him like this, everything will be cut short."

Upon hearing this, Xu Yunfan's heart stirred slightly, and he was no longer in a hurry. If he kept Chen Hong around, he could naturally follow the clues to find the source later.

Xu Yunfan, his mind clear, cupped his hands in greeting and said, "Uncle-Master is right to teach me a lesson."

Bi Sheng smiled slightly: "Young people shouldn't be too young; they still need to practice more."

Xu Yunfan unconsciously stroked the dragon scale patterns on the Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace with his knuckles, and suddenly fell into deep thought.

Memories of my past life as a tech-savvy office worker flashed by like a revolving lantern: those late nights spent drawing diagrams, plans repeatedly rejected by clients, and endless structural stress data to calculate.

Back then, I was like a craftsman who was busy polishing parts, and I even made excuses to skip departmental team building activities.

"Having lived two lives, he seems to have inherited all the traits of being aloof and withdrawn."

He gave a self-deprecating twitch at the corner of his mouth.

In this life, I practice martial arts even more. Apart from the necessary sect rituals, I spend most of my time constantly grinding through the proficiency panel.

Thinking about Chiang Ching-kuo's suspicious suicide today, and Bi Sheng's meaningful words, "Don't let yourself be used as a pawn."

(And, it's being typed now.)
(End of this chapter)