Tumor Sword Immortal

The one I chopped down in Chapter 13 was...

Hearing the wind communicates with spiritual power.

Transform the body with a hammer.

Then, the cultivator would let the spiritual energy in his body seep out of his meridians and be repeatedly squeezed and polished by his strong muscles and bones.

In the midst of intense pain, the scattered spiritual energy of the Transcendent Realm was compressed into a thin, pure sheet, which then adhered to the body for its control and command.

This is also known as "Linggang" or Gangqi.

This is the third stage of cultivation. Although there is no major threshold, it is a great test of a cultivator's spirit and requires a long time to hone one's entire being.

Even someone as strong as Han Youzhi took three months to fully forge his internal energy from the level of Huayou to Zhengang.

And now, before me stands a young man with dark circles under his eyes and a perpetually unhealthy expression.

In the blink of an eye, he had completed the condensation and forging of hundreds of strands of qi around his body!
Her wide, beautiful eyes slowly turned serious as she asked in a low voice, "Aren't you in pain?"

Imagine how painful it would be to squeeze out a powerful aura stronger than metal from your own flesh and bones.
Most people would be in so much pain, sweating profusely and gritting their teeth, if they squeezed out even one patch.

But Pei Xia wouldn't, firstly because his physical reconstruction was incredibly powerful.

Secondly, regarding pain, it's hard to imagine anything in this world that could surpass the impact of the calamity on him.

Pei Xia smiled disdainfully, holding Han Baiyi's shoes in her hand, and slapped them into her palm again.

With a crisp sound, streams of pure qi climbed up and transformed into long sword blades along the toe of the small shoe.

"Soaring through the air and controlling the qi..." Han Youzhi frowned.

In principle, cultivators at the Zhen Gang Realm cannot separate their spiritual power from their bodies. Instead, they can either attach their spiritual power to the skin or create a protective barrier around their bodies, which is a common combat tactic.

A few highly skilled individuals, like Luo Xiaojin, can imbue their weapons with their inner energy.

And for someone like Pei Xia to manipulate his inner energy in an empty space... besides demonstrating his superb control skills, it also proves that the spiritual energy he condenses is exceptionally pure, to the point that it doesn't dissipate even after leaving his body.

"Hmph, to put it bluntly, he's just at the Zhen Gang Realm!"

With a wave of her hand, Han Youzhi sent two foot-long iron nails flying down her smooth, long legs, heading straight for Pei Xia!

The force was somewhat less than before.

It was indeed exhausted and its life was over.

Pei Xia opened his mind's eye, and the terrifying roar deep within his mind was released once again.

Everything began to slow down in his eyes.

Han's naive martial arts techniques cannot be deconstructed by the wicked pig.

However, with its limited computing power, Pei Xia was able to accurately judge the direction and force of its attack.

Miss Ye, who was sitting on the ground on the other side, only saw Pei Xia with her eyes closed, her body turned to one side, and her limbs twisted into some strange shape.

The two magical nails actually grazed right past him through the gap between his arms and legs!

Han Youzhi was also taken aback.

She could accept that her spiritual energy was depleted and she was in poor condition, so the iron nails couldn't hurt anyone. But watching the other party dodge perfectly as if they had anticipated it all along was something she couldn't understand.

Is this what military strategists call "intuition"?
It's not intuition.

But not important.

The important thing is that Pei Xia had already swung her shoe around and brought it down heavily on her head!

Han Youzhi, being dressed in white and a top expert in the Heavenly Consciousness Realm, finally revealed her grandmaster demeanor in this critical moment.

Her beautiful eyes shone with a brilliant purple light, her spiritual aura roared, and she exuded immense pressure as she stared directly into Pei Xia's eyes.

Her red lips parted, and her voice rang out firmly: "You dare to draw your sword against me?!"

This is also her trump card when she appears in public.

The Heavenly Consciousness Realm allows one to connect with heaven and earth to a certain extent. The majesty emanating from its "divine consciousness" can even affect cultivators who are only one step below the Transformation Realm.

Unfortunately, this so-called oppressive aura seemed to stimulate something the moment it invaded Pei Xia's mind through her eyes.

Their eyes met, and Han Youzhi suddenly felt everything around her dim.

The person standing before her was no longer the young man in white linen clothes, but a deep, untouchable darkness.

In the depths of darkness, something colossal, as majestic as the sky, the earth, and the ocean, looked down upon her. A sense of insignificance, as small as an ant, that she had never felt before, quickly seeped into Han Youzhi's mind.

No, no... We can't win!

"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound.

The darkness was completely torn apart. In the warehouse where dust floated, Pei Xia's embroidered shoe-shaped sword struck Han Youzhi's head as if hitting a block of iron.

The dignified Master in white robes simply rolled his eyes back and collapsed, foaming at the mouth.

I don't know if it was hit by something or if it was scared.

Pei Xia wasn't buying it. Seeing Han Youzhi's face with his eyes rolled back and drool dripping from his mouth, he stepped forward, ready to avenge his previous humiliation.

As a result, that graceful figure in purple gauze suddenly twisted, then quickly turned into a cloud of mist and disappeared.

On the pile of timber, only a long-eared rabbit that had fainted remained.

"Pah!" Pei Xia spat and grabbed the rabbit's ears. "It really is external magic. This woman is also a fifth-level Su Shi."

No wonder the Holy Palace only sent her to deal with the Old Daoist with the Candle in His Hand.

Using this external technique, one can suppress the Five Masters of Ghost Valley at the Transformation Realm without having to personally leave the Palace of the Holy Master.

It's such a pity we couldn't hit her fair, delicate, and beautiful face!
Pei Xia let out a long breath, the burdens in her body finally turning into fatigue.

In an instant, the force surged seven hundred and twenty times, and the booming sound of metal was truly awe-inspiring.

But the physical stress is also very real.

He tapped his head, putting the curse back into the depths of his mind, then stood up and looked back at Miss Ye, who was tied to the other end of the beam.

The girl was also staring at him wide-eyed. She asked very cautiously, "Ye Lu, did he sell himself to you?"

Are you kidding me? What price range could make people fight to this extent?

Pei Xia answered truthfully, "Fifty taels."

"Fifty taels?" Miss Ye looked surprised.

Of course, it's not entirely about money.

The fact that things have come to this point with the Holy Palace is largely due to Pei Xia's own actions.

Outside the city of Beishi, facing Zhang Guohan, Luo Xiaojin overheard a "disaster pig" and there was nothing she could do.

He didn't want to be caught red-handed by the White-Clad Master again.

However, he would not let go of any favors he could accept.

As he untied the rope from Miss Ye, he said, "Mainly, it's because I feel a sense of familiarity with you; you remind me of someone I used to know."

The girl blinked, looking a little embarrassed: "I...I'm already engaged."

"Oh, that's okay."

Miss Ye turned her head and saw the wound on Pei Xia's chest. She pursed her lips and said, "How about this, you can call me Big Brother from now on. In Beishi City, I can still protect you. At least you won't have to risk your life for fifty taels of silver."

"Huh?" Pei Xia looked up at her pretty and spirited face. "Big brother?"

"Hey, second brother!"

"..."

Pei Xia didn't know her background, but felt that her patched clothes made her claim of protecting her completely unconvincing: "Aren't you just a clay Bodhisattva crossing the river?"

“I…” the girl clicked her tongue, “It’s just a pity that the ugly bastard got away. If only we could catch him and bring him back to testify against Yang Xu.”

After saying that, she stomped her foot and said angrily, "It's one thing for the city guards to be so lenient, but how come when cultivators from other states enter Beishi City and kidnap people, the Holy Palace doesn't do anything about it?"

Pei Xia was picking up Han Youzhi's magical artifact nails nearby when she heard this and replied, "Yes, people from the Holy Palace have arrived."

"Who's coming?"

"That's the one I just chopped."

Miss Ye froze as she was tidying her hair.

(End of this chapter)