The path to immortality through martial arts begins with being forced into marriage!

Cui Shan and Cui Li responded in loud voices, their faces revealing greedy smiles.

They should be able to reap a lot of benefits from this trip!

"Third Uncle".

"I'm not even dead yet, and you're already eyeing this junior's meager inheritance?"

A figure walked out of the house and blocked Cui Shan and Cui Li's way in, while Xu Yunyan stood behind Cui Yi, looking at the three of them with some fear.

The appearance of Cui Yi caused the three uncles to freeze in shock. After a brief moment of astonishment, a ruthless glint flashed in the old man's triangular eyes.

"Not dead?"

Third Uncle spat and sneered, "You're not dead yet, but you'll be soon! Look at you, you can barely stand up straight, how many more days can you last?"

"We're here to handle your affairs after you're gone, so that the last bit of the Cui family's wealth won't be squandered in your hands!"

"What are you all standing there for? What's there to be afraid of when someone's about to die!"

"Get to it! Take the stuff and leave immediately!"

Cui Shan and Cui Li exchanged a glance, their faces revealing a fierce glint.

They were just idle hooligans in the tribe, and now they were clearly going to tear off the mask of civility. They didn't care about any kinship at all.

Especially when she saw that Cui Yi was indeed weak, the last trace of worry in her heart disappeared.

Cui Li grabbed Cui Yi with his large, fan-like hand, preparing to shove him aside so he could go inside and ransack the place.

"Young Master!"

Tang'er cried out in alarm. Her young master had just regained consciousness, and if he were pushed, he might faint again. Without thinking, she rushed over to shield Cui Yi.

Seeing that things were not going well, Xu Yunyan hurriedly stepped forward and pushed Cui Li away.

In that split second, Cui Yi made his move!

He leaned weakly against the door, but his right hand reached out to his side like a ghost.

There was an ordinary hardwood stick that was usually used to prop open the door, placed against the wall.

With the wooden stick in hand, Cui Yi's previously faint aura suddenly changed!

Within his dantian, the vortex of energy he had cultivated through ten years of arduous lifespan was spinning wildly. A faint yet pure stream of true energy rushed along his meridians, instantly flowing into his arm and then onto the wooden stick!

The Three Demon-Subduing Techniques!

First move!

Tiger-Taming Pose!

Cui Li only felt a blur before his eyes as a dark shadow flashed past like lightning, carrying an aura that made his heart tremble!

"ah--!!!"

A piercing scream instantly shattered the courtyard!

Cui Li's thick arm was broken at the elbow by that seemingly ordinary wooden stick!

Cui Li stared blankly at his severed arm as it fell straight to the ground. He was stunned for a moment before letting out a pig-like scream.

Cui Yi remained standing in the same spot.

He holds a wooden stick, with the tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

A drop of bright red blood was slowly sliding down the stick.

Even though this was his first time using the Three Demon-Subduing Techniques, it was as if he had practiced them countless times!

The skillful movements caused the Third Uncle's expression to change abruptly, as he watched the whole thing unfold!

"This is true qi! When did you learn the Qi-guiding technique?!"

"That's not important."

Cui Yi's icy gaze fell on Cui Shan: "Are you still going to make a move?"

When Cui Shan saw that his younger brother's hand had been cut off, he was instantly terrified and lost all composure. At that moment, he had no intention of fighting back.

"Cui Yi! You are so vicious!"

"We're all brothers in the same clan, how could you cut off someone's arm!"

Cui Yi was too lazy to argue with the other party. With such force at his disposal, it was better to talk things out than waste words.

Before he could speak, Cui Yi's gaze swept meaningfully over the crooked red double happiness character on the window, and a smile suddenly appeared on his lips: "You see, today is, after all, the day that Tang'er and I are getting married."

"Although the ceremony was simple, it was still a joyous occasion."

"As elders, shouldn't you three leave a small token of your congratulations?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cui Yi stared at the fine jade pendant on his third uncle's waist.

Third Uncle shuddered, instinctively clutching the jade pendant at his waist, his facial muscles twitching.

This is what he usually uses to show off!

"The gift that Uncle Shan just gave was a bit too much of a show, and it's really not auspicious."

"I think Uncle San and Uncle Li wouldn't be so rude, would they?"

Third Uncle's face was ashen, his lips trembling as he looked at Cui Shan, who was groaning in pain on the ground, and then glanced at Cui Yi's unfathomable eyes.

Ultimately, extreme fear prevailed over greed.

"Yes, congratulations on your marriage."

The old man gritted his teeth and pulled off the jade pendant from his waist, reluctantly handing it to Tang'er beside him.

Despite his immense anger, Cui Shan knew that Cui Yi had now acquired true qi and become a genuine demon slayer.

Continuing to do so would only lead him down the same path as his younger brother, so he reluctantly took out his money pouch and handed it to Tang'er as well.

"Thank you again, elders. I won't see you out."

Third Uncle and Cui Li were as if they had been granted a pardon. They practically crawled and tumbled as they helped the screaming Cui Shan to his feet and staggered out of the courtyard without even daring to look back.

"Young Master, when did you become a Celestial Master?"

Tang'er's mouth was slightly open, still reeling from the shock of Cui Yi's attack.

The so-called "immortal master" is an honorific title that ordinary people use to refer to cultivators.

Cui Yi rubbed her fluffy little head: "Those who survive a great calamity are bound to have good fortune in the future."

"When I passed out, I seemed to see the ancestor of the Cui family, and this power was taught to me by him."

This reason prevented Xu Yunyan and Tang'er from having any doubts.

After all, Cui Yi had indeed come back from the dead, so why can't we believe in ghosts and gods?

"By the way, what is that token that Third Uncle mentioned earlier?"

Xu Yunyan picked up the conversation, saying, "That thing is a family heirloom of the direct line. I put it on the bottom shelf of the cabinet. Tang'er, go and get it."

Tang'er nodded and ran back to her bedroom with her short legs.

There was a rustling sound of something being rummaged through. A short while later, she ran back, holding something in her small hands, and carefully handed it to Cui Yi.

After taking it, Cui Yi examined it carefully. It was a jade token about the size of a palm, with a warm and smooth feel in his hand. The words "Qingyun" were engraved on the front.

Qingyun Sect?

Cui Yi seemed to actually remember this name, but he vaguely recalled that Qingyun Sect was a real immortal cultivation sect that was extremely far away from this place.

It is said that the most illustrious ancestor of the Cui family had some connection with the Qingyun Sect, which is why he obtained a token as a token of his trust.

However, in recent years, the Cui family has not had any outstanding cultivators, so the token has become of little use and has now become a forgotten item.

Thinking about this, Cui Yi understood.

That old guy is greedy by nature. He forgot about the token when he came to loot last time, but then he remembered it.

They probably thought that this Qingyun Token might be able to establish some connection, or that it was at least an antique that could be sold for some money.

After saying that, Cui Yi's gaze swept over the pool of blood on the ground that had not yet completely congealed, and a cold glint flashed in the depths of his eyes: "Sister-in-law, you and Tang'er wait for me at home. I'm going out to take care of some things."