Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 32 - Destroying the Tongxin Society
Inside the inn, Lin Le closed his eyes and focused his inner vision on his supernatural powers. Including the lotus seeds, his merit points had surged to 312, and the lotus root had grown to eight sections.

First, digest the lotus root. The eight sections of lotus root dissipate and turn into red threads.

At the same time, Lin Le felt a burning sensation on his spine.

The heat subsided after a while.

Looking at the lotus leaf again, besides the calming nectar, the elixir of the sun and moon, and the precious liquid of qi and blood, there was another drop of black liquid next to the elixir of the sun and moon.

Looking at the black liquid:

Top-grade Yin energy is refined from inferior Yin energy.

Lin Le touched his chin, feeling a little strange. Why could he refine yin energy, but he couldn't because he had yang energy?

Is it because one is an external thing and the other is an internal thing?

Lin Le shook his head, not thinking about it any further. He decided to keep it for now and wait until his Qi Sea was full.

Finally, Lin Le used lotus seeds.

In a year, Lin Le began to create his own martial arts, using the Crimson Dragon Blood Scripture as a template.

When his consciousness returned to reality, Lin Le pondered for a moment and used the lotus seed again, this time experiencing a sudden enlightenment.

In a state of sudden enlightenment, Lin Le's mind raced, solving problems that had been posed for a year in a single thought.

Next, a year passed in a single thought, and the experimental approach was developed.

Then, regaining their senses, they had an epiphany and solved the problem.

This process was repeated, and all the hundreds of martial arts techniques that Orochi had collected for Garin were turned into provisions.

After using up only three lotus seeds, Lin Le stopped using them, and a tired but joyful look appeared in his eyes. It was done!
Thirteen Turns of the Heavenly Battle

This is the name Lin Le gave to his martial arts style: one turn, one form, a total of thirteen forms.

Red Dragon Marrow, Dragon Tendon, Alligator Skin, Shark Bone, Heavenly Beef, Phoenix Cry Cavity, Bashe Belly, Evil Dragon Back, Carp Waist, White Ape Arm, Eagle Claw Hand, Mantis Leg, and Black Tiger Step.

Lin Le went out to the blacksmith shop, paid the remaining deposit, and obtained his tiger bone spear, which weighed about 100 jin (50 kg).

Lin Le weighed it in his hand and felt it was a bit too light.

According to his rough estimate, his pure physical strength had increased to 5,600 jin under the stimulation of blood and qi.

With the release of blood energy combined with martial arts skills, one can reach tens of thousands of jin (a unit of weight).

Inside the inn, Lin Le used the Qi and Blood Elixir to begin refining his physical constitution.

For the next few days, Lin Le spent the rest of his time in the inn practicing his physical training, except for going home once a night.

Three days later, as a phoenix cry emanated from Lin Le's chest, his blood energy surged once again.

The blood and qi circulated, and the extremely condensed blood and qi swirled around Lin Le like a long dragon.

In these three days, Lin Le not only completed the refinement of his innate talent, but also completely consumed all the gains from the confiscation and extermination of his family.

Lin Le could sense that he was just one opportunity away from breaking through to the Blood Qi Furnace.

As for the opportunity?

Lin Le picked up the tiger bone gun beside him, a cold smile appearing on his face.

Of course, it's taken from someone else's fate.

Tongxin Association Headquarters

For the past three days, Lin Le has been able to cultivate in peace, but the Tongxin Society is in agony and anxiety because they don't know when Lin Le will come to kill them.

When faced with powerful figures lurking in the shadows, the weak naturally have a chance to survive by banding together for warmth.

Therefore, the gang members always traveled in pairs, fearing that a strong man might suddenly jump out and smash their heads with a single blow.

They had witnessed the horrific state of the three hall masters' homes. Let's just say that, regardless of age or gender, not a single head was intact.

The remaining two hall masters were also becoming increasingly irritable. The enemy who killed their wives, children, and elderly parents was outside, and they were cowardly staying in headquarters, afraid to go out.

This would be an immense humiliation for any man.

So if anything didn't go their way, they would shout and curse, killing several of their gang members, which further exacerbated the restless atmosphere at the stronghold.

Today, just as the two hall masters were drinking in silence, they suddenly heard shouts of fighting and killing coming from the front yard.

The two exchanged a glance, then immediately grabbed their weapons and rushed towards the front yard.

Meanwhile, the front yard was already a river of blood. With each shot Lin Le fired, a member of the Tongxin Society died.

By the time the two hall masters arrived, there were no gang members left standing there. Looking at the man standing amidst the piles of corpses and blood, both Hall Master Lin and Hall Master Zhao felt a chill, especially since the man had a smile on his face, as if he was enjoying the carnage.

"Who are you?!" Hall Master Lin roared, "Why did you kill my entire family and slaughter my gang members?!"

Lin Le simply held his gun horizontally and said, "Come on."

"Go!" Hall Master Lin roared, thrusting his sword at Lin Le.

Master Zhao followed closely behind, slashing at Lin Le with his sword.

boom!boom!
Lin Le swung his spear down, smashing Lin Tangzhu's head open. Then, with a sweep, he sliced ​​off half of Zhao Tangzhu's head with the spear blade.

'So weak.'

Lin Le couldn't help but think to himself, a total of eight points of killing karma had entered his inner realm, which meant that both of them were third-limit martial artists, but even their combined strength couldn't withstand a single blow from him.

'I'm too strong.'

A sudden realization dawned on Lin Le. The Thirteen Revolutions of Dou Tian had integrated his entire body into one. Previously, his hands, feet, legs, and arms each had their own strengths, and he could only utilize a portion of them when he used them.

Now, however, all thirteen forms can be concentrated and erupt within a single part.

At most, both Master Zhao and Master Lin are only at the second or third stage of cultivation, and their blood and qi are not even fully developed like dragons. There is a difference of dozens of times in their foundation.

It's normal to be instantly killed.

"Come out, Chairman Liao Dong," Lin Le said.

Liao Dong emerged with a grim expression, carrying a long sword: "Who are you from?"

“The Xiang family,” Lin Le said.

"You're talking nonsense!" Liao Dong shouted angrily. "I'm just working for the Xiang family. How could the Xiang family possibly kill me!"

"Maybe it's because you, old dog, becoming a cultivator has made them a little uneasy," Lin Le shrugged, speaking casually.

"Nonsense!" Liao Dong sneered. "I've only just reached the first level, while the Xiang family head is already at the ninth level. Why would he be uneasy?"

"The first floor is just as I expected." Lin Le nodded slightly.

With all three hall masters advancing to the third level of martial arts, how could the guild leader not have made progress? Considering the news that Liao Dong is in his forties or fifties, he should have been fortunate enough to break through and become a first-level cultivator.

Now the news has been confirmed.

Lin Le brandished his spear, a bloodthirsty smile on his face. "First level? Let's give it a try."

Liao Dong squinted: "You're trying to trick me into telling you something!"

The only response he received was Lin Le's chilling roar:

"what!"

Liao Dong was momentarily distracted by Lin Le's loud shout.

Before he could react, an iron spear was already coming down on him.

"court death!"

Liao Dong roared and swung his sword.

Clang! Bang!
The first sound was the clash of guns and swords, and the second sound was Liao Dong kneeling on one knee.

At this moment, Liao Dong's face was contorted with rage, his hands gripping his sword as he desperately tried to block the gradually descending spear.

Lin Le's strength was beyond his imagination. He had entered the Spirit Platform realm, and his strength was as much as eight thousand catties. With the blessing of true qi, he could withstand twenty or thirty thousand catties.

But Lin Le, despite being only a third-level martial artist, still had the upper hand in strength even though his blood energy was inferior to his true qi.

"You are so weak."

At that moment, he heard Lin Le's slightly disappointed voice.

Liao Dong's face became even more ferocious. "I'm weak, it's you who's too perverted, okay?"

Suddenly, he felt a lightness in his hand, only to see Lin Le sheath his gun and then bring it down again.

This time, a blood dragon coiled around the gun.

The Thirteen Revolutions of the Heavenly Battle technique encompasses all three methods: fighting, nurturing, and training. As its creator, Lin Le naturally cultivated all three to the highest level, and his Limit-Breaking Technique was further refined based on the White Ape Splitting the Sun technique.

The Heaven-Fighting Technique: Sunset!

boom!
His head exploded, and Liao Dong's body slowly fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)