I've already become an immortal lord, and only now is the spiritual energy reviving?

The night wind howled, making the plastic sheeting at the abandoned construction site on the outskirts of the city flap loudly.

At the construction site of the second phase of "Jinxiu Binjiang", heavy breathing came one after another, sounding particularly jarring.

He Jing clutched his right rib, his face bruised and swollen, his once crisp shirt now a tattered rag.

Not far ahead, across the road, is the brightly lit entrance to Phase 1 of "Jinxiu Binjiang".

In the Dharma-ending Age, even cultivators must abide by the rules of mortals.

With everyone watching, even if those desperados had a hundred times the courage, they wouldn't dare to do anything reckless.

"Just one breath left... Hold on..."

He Jing's eyes hardened, and he desperately channeled the last bit of spiritual energy in his meridians into his legs.

Just get over the pile of bricks in front...

"Snapped!"

He was struck hard in the back; a baseball bat, whipped around in a fierce gust of wind, swung down with deadly force.

At this moment, the last bit of spiritual energy he had managed to maintain completely dissipated.

He Jing screamed in agony, his body curled up like a shrimp, cold sweat mixed with blood soaking the muddy ground.

"Run? You're pretty good. Keep running."

A middle-aged man with a buzz cut, the kind of guy you'd barely glance at in a market, squatted down in front of him.

The middle-aged man weighed the baseball bat in his hand, while grabbing He Jing's hair with his other hand:

"Old He, we've known each other for almost ten years now, so why are you doing this to yourself?"

"Techniques are inanimate objects, but life is alive. Hand over your family's 'Turtle Breath Locking Technique,' and we'll call it a day. I can even treat you to a couple of bites. Isn't that better than feeding mosquitoes here?"

"Pooh!"

A mouthful of bloody phlegm mixed with broken teeth was precisely smeared all over the man's face.

He Jing trembled in pain, but his eyes showed no sign of fear.

"Cai Quan, I treated you like a brother... and you betrayed me for a piece of junk?"

"Give it to your Cai family? Dream on!"

"You bunch of lowly rats, your bodies are worse than sieves. What good are the incantations if you can't even get your spiritual energy? It'll just leak into the latrine anyway!"

In today's world, cultivating immortality has long lost the carefree spirit of riding a sword and soaring through the wind.

For existing cultivators, cultivation is like trying to draw water with a bamboo basket; their bodies simply cannot retain even the slightest bit of spiritual energy.

The moment a thought arises or a sleep occurs, spiritual energy automatically dissipates outwards.

Many once-powerful families have fallen into decline because the methods they passed down were too crude; they couldn't keep up with the leaks.

The He family's "Turtle Breath Locking Yuan Method" can act as a "bottle stopper" to the greatest extent possible, slowing down the loss.

"You're asking for it!"

"You're being stubborn, aren't you? Let's see if your aristocratic airs are tougher, or if my weapon is tougher!"

Cai Quan would curse and then smash, each blow avoiding vital points and targeting the most painful spots.

He is the most talented only son of the Cai family to date, and he is unwilling to return to being an ordinary person!

"Give it to me or not! Huh?! If you don't give it to me, I'll cripple you right now!"

As time went on, Cai Quan also became a little impatient, raising his baseball bat high, just about to deliver a fatal blow.

A muffled sound, as if it were being contained within a jar, drifted across the construction site.

"Is this Breath Concealment Technique really that miraculous?"

"Nonsense! Locking in spiritual power is locking in life... Who?!"

Cai Quan subconsciously replied, then his scalp tingled, and he suddenly turned around, holding his baseball bat horizontally across his chest in defense.

When he finally saw the "person" standing in the shadows five meters away, Tsai Chuan's mind went blank for half a second.

The design is just too...

Avant-garde?

Red and green compound eyes, barcode-shaped facial markings, and simple yet distinctive armor...

Kamen Rider?

Still Kamen Rider Decade?!

"Friend, which gang are you from?"

Cai Quan didn't dare to relax.

There are many strange people in the cultivation world. The more someone dresses like a circus performer, the more sinister their methods are likely to be.

Under the leather hood, Qingyuan pursed his lips, feeling that the helmet was a bit stuffy.

God knows how speechless he was.

I was enjoying myself at home, indulging in soda and coding, when suddenly my "Mind Radar" went off.

A surge of spiritual energy lingered around the front door.

What if it's a battle between cultivators that affects my cozy little nest on the second floor? Who can I complain to?

To be on the safe side, he rummaged through his belongings and found a life-size leather case he had bought during his university years.

I must say, the physical stealth effect is amazing; even your own mother wouldn't recognize you.

Qingyuan didn't reply, but a ghostly light appeared in his eyes behind the mask.

The Method of Observing Qi, activated!

Just a quick glance.

The middle-aged man with a buzz cut carrying a stick had a mottled gray and red fringe on his head, a typical sign of a hapless and unlucky person.

[Destiny: Stealing a chicken only to lose the rice, lacking blessings and having a narrow mind]

[Annotation: He has wicked intentions and is prone to taking shortcuts.]

Then look at the unfortunate man on the ground, who looks like a blood-soaked gourd.

[Destiny: Like a withered tree blossoming in spring, encountering benefactors brings good fortune]

[Annotation: Having lived a life of simplicity, his sharp edges are gradually becoming apparent.]

Having figured out the details on both sides, Qingyuan finally felt relieved.

Let's perceive it a little more.

Well, the spiritual energy fluctuations on the two of them were thinner than mosquito legs.

The person who assaulted someone earlier was probably only just reaching the threshold of the "Fetal Breathing Realm".

The spiritual energy on the ground was slightly purer, but not by much.

Upon confirming the safety level as "extremely low," Qingyuan straightened his back instantly.

Who I am is not important.

"It's especially inappropriate to be fighting and disturbing the neighbors' sleep in the middle of the night."

Cai Quan's eyes were sinister, and his face revealed a fierce glint:

"Friend, I advise you to mind your own business regarding the personal feud between the Cai and He families. In this circle, the best judge of character is the one who sees things best..."

Before the harsh words were even finished, "Decade" made its move.

The opponent pushed off the ground with the sole of their foot, physically creating a breakthrough.

So fast that it even left afterimages.

"court death!"

Cai Quan was also a trained fighter, and his reaction was quick. He channeled his remaining spiritual energy into the baseball bat and swung it with force.

result.

Pounced empty.

A shadow flashed before my eyes, and the stick slid past the plastic casing.

The next moment, a fist covered in cheap armor plates rapidly enlarged in his field of vision.

An ordinary straight punch.

If I had to pinpoint anything special about it, it would be...

weight.

Unreasonable weight.

Bang! ! !

Cai Quan felt as if a speeding dump truck had slammed into his chest.

He flew out without any resistance.

"boom!"

A loud bang.

The broken bricks and dust exploded.

Cai Quan was mostly embedded in a red brick wall that hadn't been plastered with cement.

He made two gurgling sounds in his throat, blood and foam gushed out from the corner of his mouth, his head lolled to the side, and he passed out.

Qingyuan held his punching stance, paused for two seconds, and looked down at the plastic boxing gloves that still hadn't lost any paint.

"Am I really that strong?"

"No, no, thank goodness this guy is a fake at fetal breathing."

Qingyuan silently wiped away a bead of cold sweat.

That punch just now carried a hint of brute force overcoming all laws and the mentality of a gambler.

I'm afraid that guy is just pretending to be weak, and tonight I might be in a lot of trouble.

It seems that the novice cultivators outside are only slightly more robust than ordinary people.

They're good at bullying ordinary people, but when they encounter someone like me with a cheat code, they shatter at the slightest touch.

He Jing stared in disbelief at the scene before him.

Cai Quan was, after all, a proper Qi Refining cultivator, and his spiritual power was comparable to that of a special forces soldier.

As a result, this... this plastic-shell hero punched him and sent him sprawling on the wall?

Qingyuan ignored him, reached out and pulled He Jing up, leaning him against the cement pipe.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled his phone out of the pocket on his back.

Unlock with fingerprint and make a call.

"Hello, is this 110?"

"Oh yeah, there's a fight at the Jinxiu Binjiang Phase II construction site."

"The one who committed the crime... he knocked himself unconscious after hitting the wall, and the other one was beaten pretty badly, covered in blood."

"I'm just a kind-hearted citizen passing by. Well, thank you for your hard work, comrade."

hang up the phone.

Qingyuan patted the dust off his hands:

"The ambulance and the police should arrive in a few minutes."

"Just wait patiently. There are surveillance cameras around, and with all your injuries, it's fair to say you acted in self-defense. Who knows, the person inside the wall might have to pay you a lot of medical expenses."

After saying that, he turned and left.

"senior!"

The bright red figure disappeared into the darkness.

He Jing snapped out of his daze, enduring the excruciating pain, and shouted:

"May I ask your honorable name, senior? I am He Jing from the He family. I will surely repay your kindness in the future..."

Qingyuan didn't even turn his head.

With his back to him, he casually waved his hand, and his deep voice drifted over on the night breeze:

"Just a Kamen Rider who was passing by."

After a long while...

He Jing stammered out a sentence:

"The Great Way is formless, but the mortal world refines the heart..."

"A true master, possessing the demeanor of a true master!"