Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 29 - Self-Created Martial Arts
As Lin Le walked out of the grove, he suddenly sighed. It was such a cliché plot.

After walking for a while, Lin Le called out, "Everyone, aren't you coming out yet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, three men in black emerged from three different directions and surrounded Lin Le.

"Money or goods?" Lin Le asked calmly.

“No, no, we want your people,” one of the men in black said. “To be precise, we want your flesh, you outsiders.”

"Me, an outsider?" Lin Le raised an eyebrow. "What makes you say that?"

"Don't you know you have to offer three incense sticks before entering the black market?" the man in black sneered. "You don't even know this rule? You say you're not from out of town?"

"I also had to offer incense. I was wondering why the incense seller was giving me such strange looks."

Lin Le recalled for a moment, and a sense of understanding dawned on him.

Just then, three men in black attacked Lin Le simultaneously, their daggers flashing crimson.

'A combined attack technique, for a level two martial artist?'

Lin Le was surprised, then jumped up and leaped ten feet high.

The three men in black also jumped and chased after Lin Le.

A bloody cloth appeared under Lin Le's feet, and with a burst of strength, he moved a full zhang to the left.

The three men in black missed their target. They exchanged glances and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

What we just saw wasn't a blood-stained cloth, but rather extremely solidified blood energy.

The blood energy was like a dragon, and it was a blood energy that was about to enter the blood energy furnace.

"What do you mean by wanting my flesh?" Lin Le asked as he landed on the ground.

The three men in black had no desire to explain and simply retreated.

They initially thought Lin Le was a second-level martial artist, otherwise he wouldn't be so stingy when buying a Spirit Blood Pill, but it turns out he was a third-level martial artist, which makes a big difference.

They can easily control second-level martial artists, but against third-level martial artists, at least one of them will die.

But nobody wanted to die, so retreating became the best option.

But Lin Le didn't give them the right to retreat.

Bang! With a burst of energy from his feet, Lin Le flew behind a man in black in the blink of an eye.

Feeling the gust of wind coming from behind, the man in black was horrified and turned around to try to block it, but his speed was no match for Lin Le's.

boom!
With a single punch, a large hole exploded in the black-clad man's chest, clearly indicating that he was beyond saving.

The strange noise drew the remaining two people back, and when they saw that their companion's chest had been blown apart, they were immediately terrified.

They'd seen third-limit martial artists make a move before, but none as exaggerated as Lin Le's, smashing a second-limit martial artist's chest with a single punch. He must have been born with superhuman strength.

But even if they ran for their lives, they couldn't outrun Lin Le.

After slamming another person's head into their chest cavity with a palm strike, Lin Le grabbed the last person's throat with his hand: "I'll ask you questions, and you can answer them. It'll be easier for you when you die."

"Bullshit!" The man in black, who also had some backbone, retorted angrily.

*Crack!* Lin Le crushed the man's fingernail with a blank expression, then rubbed it hard, grinding the bone into dust.

The pain was so intense that the person lost their voice and could only cough.

"Why are you arresting outsiders?" Lin Le asked.

The man didn't speak, seemingly still dazed. Lin Le slapped him hard across the face to bring him back to his senses, and then asked him the same question again.

"To feed the demons," the man said honestly. He thought he was a man of courage and had endured all kinds of hardships in order to learn martial arts.

But the sharp pain he had just experienced truly frightened him; he wasn't as fierce as he had imagined. "What kind of demon is this? What does it look like?" Lin Le pressed.

"The Xiang family, fox demons," the man in black replied.

Crack! The man in black died instantly.

Lin Le left the man in black expressionlessly, the veins on his arms bulging involuntarily, revealing the turmoil in his heart.

He never expected to find clues about his enemy so quickly.

The Xiang family, fox demons!
Lin Le's teeth made a squeaking sound.

After a while, Lin Le calmed down, searched the three bodies, set a fire, and then left.

Back at the inn, Lin Le used his inner vision to examine his supernatural abilities. His extra merit points had increased to 50, and the lotus root had also grown into two sections.

First, he consumed a lotus seed to cultivate the Qi Swallowing Technique to perfection. Then, Lin Le swallowed a Spirit Blood Pill and began to change his form.

A day later, Lin Le couldn't breathe and held his breath for a full half hour before he could breathe again.

The whale lung is complete!
Lin Le devoured two or three hundred pounds of food after the waiter brought him a large amount. After becoming a third-level martial artist, his appetite had also increased significantly.

Next is the Crimson Dragon Blood Sutra.

A year passed in an instant. Lin Le's cultivation was extremely difficult. Even though he could simulate essence and energy to replace the secret medicine, he had no way to control his blood and energy. Almost every time he cultivated, he would die.

After consuming a single lotus seed, Lin Le had only just begun to master the basics.

'No, we need to change our approach, otherwise at this speed, we won't even be able to harvest two or three hundred lotus seeds.'

Lin Le consumed another lotus seed. This time, he used various martial arts techniques to refine the Crimson Dragon Blood Scripture. Midway through, he suddenly had a whimsical idea: why not use these martial arts as a blueprint to create his own unique martial arts?

His Yi forms are all pieced together from various sources; there's no single underlying concept that allows the twelve forms to work together in a unified direction.

In the year that followed, Lin Le's thinking was rather inflexible. The more he thought about it, the better he felt this approach was. So, he went from perfecting the Crimson Dragon Blood Scripture to creating his own martial arts.

When the year was over, Lin Le's thoughts returned to normal. After thinking about it for a while, he felt that it would be better to create his own martial arts.

However, he also realized a problem: his knowledge base was insufficient. He couldn't perceive it for a year, but after the outside world reviewed the situation, he realized that his thinking was limited to the martial arts he had learned so far.

Even if all twelve martial arts manuals were perfected, it would probably not be enough to create one's own.

With that in mind, Lin Le went out to the county to search for all the martial arts manuals he could buy. The three men from last night had provided five or six hundred silver notes, so he didn't have to worry about not having enough.

In the end, Lin Le managed to collect thirteen common martial arts manuals.

After finishing the last martial arts manual, Lin Le tapped his fingers on the table, still feeling it wasn't enough.

The martial arts commonly found in the market can only change one form; two forms are rare, and three or four forms are probably in the hands of some great clans or sects.

That night, Lin Le went to the black market again and spent two hundred taels of silver to buy ten rare martial arts techniques.

After leaving the black market, Lin Le stayed in a certain place for a while.

'Nobody followed us?'

Lin Le frowned; he wanted to ask more questions about the Xiang family.

On his way back to the city, Lin Le encountered a bandit den that had just been wiped out during a raid on the city. Remembering that there was still a book he hadn't collected inside, he climbed over the wall and entered the courtyard.

Upon entering the courtyard, Lin Le frowned as he looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, because they looked too strange.

After so many days at room temperature, these corpses not only did not swell and decompose, but instead looked as if they had been dried out for several years.

Picking up the book, Lin Le, sensing something amiss, prepared to retreat, but then he heard a slightly seductive voice:

"Human, you look delicious."

(End of this chapter)