A Martial Saint Among Men: From Joining a Martial Arts School

Chapter 190 Success

If they recognize it, they recognize it.

Chu Xuan kept a blank face. Anyway, if I don't admit it, then I'm not me.

"What would you like, guest?" The man with the rat-faced mask looked at Chu Xuan with a smile, showing no intention of exposing him.

Chu Xuan asked directly, "Do you possess the Eight Desolations Prison Suppression Technique?"

Upon hearing this, the withered old man, who was about to turn and leave, suddenly stopped and looked at Chu Xuan with a shocked expression.

The man in the rat-faced mask paused slightly, scrutinizing Chu Xuan carefully, before revealing a thoughtful expression.

"What, nothing?" Chu Xuan frowned.

"Two hundred thousand contribution points!"

The man with the rat-faced mask said calmly.

"What?"

Chu Xuan stared in astonishment at the rat-faced masked man. "I want the True Essence of the Eight Desolate Prison Suppressing Technique, not the Eight Desolate Prison Suppressing Force! Are you sure you want 200,000 contribution points?"

"That's right! It's the Eight Desolations Suppressing Prison Technique!"

The man with the rat-faced mask said calmly.

The gaunt old man beside him almost lost his temper and kept giving him meaningful glances.

The person with the rat-faced mask seemed not to see them at all, completely ignoring them.

Chu Xuan was at a loss for words.

He didn't actually have high hopes for Wuyi Lane, otherwise he would have come long ago.

Even if such a price existed, it would likely be astronomical.

Chu Xuan was even prepared to be slaughtered. But unexpectedly—

Only 200,000 contribution points!

That's way too cheap!

It should be noted that True Yuan Realm cultivation techniques are quite valuable. Even in the Xuan Yang Sect, a True Yuan Realm cultivation technique costs at least 200,000 contribution points, and top-tier techniques can cost up to a million contribution points, no cheaper than a spiritual weapon.

But now, the other party is only asking him for 200,000 contribution points.

This is practically free.

"Bought it!"

Chu Xuan immediately took out 200,000 contribution points.

"Hold on----"

The man with the rat-faced mask said something and then turned to leave. He quickly returned with an iron plaque and casually tossed it to Chu Xuan.

Chu Xuan poured his true essence into it, and immediately densely packed characters appeared.

With just a glance, he was certain that the technique was correct.

"True Essence----"

The gaunt old man was stunned by what he saw.

Unexpectedly, Chu Xuan wasn't preparing for the True Yuan Realm, but had already entered it. Furthermore, the technique he cultivated in the Gang Jin realm was the Eight Desolate Prison Suppressing Force, a monstrous technique renowned as invincible among its peers.

"No problem! Goodbye!"

After putting away the iron plate, Chu Xuan turned and left.

After Chu Xuan's figure disappeared, the withered old man finally couldn't help but say, "Sect Master, that's the Eight Desolations Suppressing Prison Technique! Even a million contribution points is too low. Why—?"

The man with the rat-faced mask said calmly, "Do you think he can come up with one million contribution points?"

"this----

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The gaunt old man was taken aback, then shook his head.

This is no small sum; even for an inner disciple of the Xuan Yang Sect, it's an astronomical price.

I'm afraid only the true disciples of a few peaks could produce such a thing.

"That's it then," the rat-faced masked man said calmly. "If he can't come up with a million contribution points, how can I give him the cultivation technique? If I don't give it to him, how can he cultivate? Without cultivating the Eight Desolations Suppressing Prison Technique, with his limited strength, how can he join Black Robe Alley?"

"Well----"

The gaunt old man was taken aback, then asked, "Master, how can you be so sure he will join us?"

The rat-faced masked man laughed, "That's why I gave him the Eight Desolations Suppressing Prison Technique! Once he masters the Eight Desolations Suppressing Prison Technique, what other choice does he have besides Black Robe Alley? The Xuan Yang Sect doesn't have the Core Formation Technique of the Eight Desolations Suppressing Prison Technique."

The gaunt old man suddenly realized, then said with some emotion, "The Eight Desolations Suppressing Prison Technique! So many years have passed, and someone has actually mastered it—"

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the other side.

After leaving Wuyi Lane, Chu Xuan quickly fled, circling around several times before returning to his residence.

After removing his disguise, he looked at the iron plaque in his hand and still felt a sense of unreality.

He considered all sorts of possibilities.

I never imagined that the cultivation technique I had been dreaming of would be obtained so easily.

What exactly is Wuyi Lane trying to do?

Chu Xuan thought with some suspicion.

The other party must have had ulterior motives for giving him the Eight Desolations Suppressing Prison Technique so easily.

Chu Xuan was certain of this.

But there didn't seem to be anything about him that would make the other party want to keep an eye on him.

"Are they trying to recruit me?"

Chu Xuan suddenly realized a possibility, "So, this is bait that's been thrown in?"

Regardless of what the other party was planning, Chu Xuan decided to take the bait first.

Anyway, the cultivation technique is fine!

He was certain of that.

[Eight Desolations Prison Suppression Technique - True Essence (0/10000)]

Seeing the information on the panel, Chu Xuan didn't delay any longer and began studying the Eight Desolations Suppressing Prison Technique again.

After an unknown amount of time, Chu Xuan sat cross-legged, his aura sinking into the abyss, and his surging true essence circulated endlessly within his body according to the guidance of the Eight Desolations Suppressing Prison Technique.

Boom!

The next moment, all 362 acupoints in his body lit up with a dark, eerie light, as if the stars of the heavens had fallen upon his body, and each acupoint trembled and roared.

The profound true energy seemed to transform into invisible chains, crisscrossing and connecting the meridians and blood vessels, linking all 362 acupoints in a closed loop, arranged according to an ancient and mysterious array.

In just a few breaths, Chu Xuan's acupoints resonated and formed a powerful force, with his flesh and meridians forming walls, acupoints and star points forming pillars, and true essence chains forming a prison, creating a boundless prison within his body.

A glint of malice flashed in Chu Xuan's eyes.

The Eight Desolate Prison Suppression Technique is complete!

He could clearly sense that his physical body was absorbing the vital energy of heaven and earth every moment.

He didn't need to deliberately cultivate it; the technique would automatically circulate within his body.

Only now did Chu Xuan understand why the Eight Desolations Suppressing Prison Technique was so domineering.

The human body contains 362 secret acupoints and three dantian realms: upper, middle, and lower. These are not contained by ordinary acupoints and form the pivot of heaven and earth.

Ordinary True Essence Realm cultivation techniques can only connect a few dozen acupoints, while top-tier techniques can connect over a hundred. Even the top techniques of the Xuan Yang Sect, such as the Crimson Sun Burning Heaven Technique, connect fewer than one hundred and eighty acupoints.

The Eight Desolations Prison Suppression Technique actually connects all 362 acupoints in the human body, forming a great prison.

As the technique circulates, the entire physical body transforms into a natural cage, opening and closing to absorb and suppress all evil forces. Any enemy that gets close will be drawn into this great prison within the body, their true essence and physical body both trapped!

"Finally done! Time to return to the sect!"

Chu Xuan exhaled a breath of stale air.

At the same time.

In the dense forest twenty miles outside Lingxiao City.

Lu Changge and the others were getting a little impatient.

"What business did this guy go to the city to take care of? He didn't even get it done in a whole day!" Lu Changge said through gritted teeth in anger.

It's not that he lacks patience.

Rather, Chu Xuan spent all of his money!

If he delayed too long, he was afraid that Chu Xuan would spend all 100,000 of his contribution points. At that point, even if he killed Chu Xuan, it would be meaningless to him except for venting his anger.

"Brother Lu, please calm down!"

Situ Jin said calmly, "Don't worry, the retainers of my Situ family have been keeping an eye on him. He can't escape!"

Ma Pingchuan, standing to the side, chuckled and said, "I've heard that Xuan Yang Sect disciples often come down the mountain to Lingxiao City to visit brothels; it's no secret. Young people, perhaps they've been holding back for too long, hehe—"

Upon hearing this, Situ Jin and Lu Changge exchanged a glance, both looking embarrassed, and then turned their heads away without saying a word.

Song Yunshu sneered, "Men are all the same!"

"Um?"

As the group chatted, Ma Pingchuan's expression suddenly changed, his gaze sharpening as he looked into the distance.

The group looked over at the same time.

Then they saw a figure rushing towards them.

The group immediately became alert.

"Don't lay a hand on us, we're on the same side!"

Upon seeing the newcomer, Situ Jin quickly said, "This is Feng Shouyi, a retainer of my Situ family."

The newcomer was a dark-skinned middle-aged man who arrived at their location quickly.

Situ Jin hurriedly asked, "Brother Feng, why are you only arriving now?"

Feng Shouyi's expression was somewhat solemn as he said, "A major event occurred in Lingxiao City last night. Now all sorts of forces are investigating everywhere, and I didn't want to attract attention, so I didn't come out."

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look.

"What's the big deal?" Situ Jin asked.

Feng Shouyi said, "Last night at Ruyi Workshop, a master alchemist was secretly refining pills, and he was even refining elixirs of immortality—"

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He briefly recounted the events, then sighed, "That was a divine elixir! All the major powers in Lingxiao City are frantically searching for the alchemist. Unfortunately, the alchemist seems to have vanished into thin air."

Upon hearing this, the others all showed expressions of envy.

Alchemy is an expensive profession, much more expensive than martial arts.

Becoming an alchemist requires more than just talent; it also demands a vast supply of resources. Frankly speaking, aside from the Xuan Yang Sect, only top-tier forces like the Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion can cultivate such a talent.

The alchemists who can refine elixirs are monopolized by a few major forces, such as the Xuan Yang Sect.

Now that a wild alchemist capable of refining elixirs has appeared in Lingxiao City, it's no wonder these forces are going crazy.

To put it bluntly, a first-rate power would never be able to rise to the top level without extraordinary good fortune.

This is not just a difference in strength, but also a difference in foundation!

But if you add an alchemist who can refine elixirs, then it's a different story.

"An alchemist! If I could make a friend like that, I would never have to worry about resources again! Not to mention true essence, even condensing a pill might not be out of the question!" Lu Changge exclaimed, his face full of longing.

Others shared the same sentiment.

Feng Shouyi said, "You'd better not try to take advantage of that alchemist. Alchemists often have eccentric personalities. The alchemist last night seemed to have a bad temper, and he was a True Yuan expert! I personally saw several Gang Jin martial artists rush in to try and snatch the pills, but he beat them all to a pulp! Even when Song Chunxiao of the Song family personally invited him, he didn't give him any face."

"My second uncle is gone?" Song Yunshu asked in surprise.

Feng Shouyi nodded: "They didn't just go! They even took action, but unfortunately, they still couldn't stop them!"

Upon hearing this, Situ Jin breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that the alchemist wasn't won over by the Song family; otherwise, the power structure within Lingxiao City would likely be reshuffled.

"Alchemists are too far removed from our lives. Brother Feng, why don't you tell us about Chu Xuan's situation?" Situ Jin said.

Feng Shouyi nodded: "Actually, there's not much to say. Chu Xuan is a very wary person. I was worried that he would become suspicious of me, so I didn't dare to get close. I could only wait for him at the city gate. I saw him leave the city, so I came to inform you in advance."

Upon hearing this, the group said no more, immediately donned black robes, and put on the masks of the Blood God Cult.

Such a major event as intercepting and killing Xuan Yang Sect disciples was naturally carried out by the Blood God Sect!

About fifteen minutes later.

The group spotted Chu Xuan's figure in the distance, appearing on the official road.

"They're here!"

A cold glint flashed in their eyes.

"Let's do it!"

A loud shout rang out.

In an instant, five powerful auras erupted simultaneously, crashing down on Chu Xuan like meteors, whipping up a raging gale, tearing apart the surrounding air, and creating a deafening roar.

Feng Shouyi and Ma Pingchuan, both masters of internal energy cultivation, were responsible for the frontal assault. Their internal energy surged skyward, waves of energy ripped through the air, and a chilling killing intent instantly enveloped Chu Xuan.

Lu Changge and the other two, armed with semi-spiritual weapons, flanked Chu Xuan from the side to prevent him from escaping.

Although the three were slightly weaker, their semi-spiritual weapons shimmered with a cold, eerie light, emanating a chilling aura that pierced through their bodies, their icy sword intent intertwined with the aura of their blades.

"Hmm? The Blood God Cult?"

Chu Xuan's expression changed slightly.

I never expected the Blood God Sect to be so bold. They were just severely injured by the Xuan Yang Sect, yet they still dared to show their faces.

"No, it's not the Blood God Cult! Lu Changge—"

The next instant, Chu Xuan sensed a familiar aura emanating from a man in black robes.

It was Lu Changge!

A cold glint flashed in Chu Xuan's eyes.

"Five Qi Refining experts! Two at the peak of Qi Refining, and the other three wielding semi-spiritual weapons! You really think highly of me, don't you?"

He had a vague feeling that someone was following him when he was in Lingxiao City.

But that feeling was fleeting, and later it disappeared completely. He thought it was his imagination, but now it seems he wasn't mistaken; the other person was simply observing from a distance, worried about being noticed.

Boom!

Just then, Ma Pingchuan, who was at the forefront, launched his attack.

A crimson blade of energy tore through the air in mid-air, like a molten river pouring down, like a raging inferno, carrying rolling heat waves and an aura of domineering slaughter.

The blade's energy pierced the air, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, aiming straight for Chu Xuan's vital point between his eyebrows, intending to shatter him on the spot and grind him into ashes.

Although the weapon in his hand was not a semi-spiritual weapon, it was not much weaker.

Instead of retreating, Chu Xuan advanced. Under the operation of the Eight Desolations Prison Suppression Technique, all 362 acupoints roared and trembled at the same time. Dark prison light emanated from between his skin and muscles, and his meridians crisscrossed like prison paths, transforming his physical body into a restrained prison cage.

True essence surged and rose, carrying a heavy pressure that suppressed the eight wastelands and imprisoned all laws, enveloping us head-on.

Without dodging or avoiding, he clenched his right fist and threw a punch straight at the incoming crimson blade energy from a distance.

Boom!

A deafening roar echoed across the land.

That terrifying crimson blade energy was actually shattered in mid-air by Chu Xuan's punch!

"How is this possible?!"

Ma Pingchuan was horrified and couldn't help but exclaim.

"True essence! It's not external force, it's true essence—"

The next moment, Ma Pingchuan realized what was happening, shouted, and turned to run away.

"You only find out now? Too late!"

Chu Xuan sneered, and the Eight Desolations Suppressing Prison Technique within his body was activated with a roar. His powerful true essence surged like rivers and seas, all converging into the void.

In an instant, the primordial energy of heaven and earth surged and converged, and a gigantic handprint that blotted out the sky appeared out of thin air.

Its entire body is as white as jade, flowing with heavy prison patterns and a solemn Daoist aura, enveloping the four directions of heaven and earth.

The Xuan Yu handprint, activated by the Eight Desolations Suppressing Prison Technique, carrying the power to suppress prison and lock the sky, suddenly pressed down from the sky, directly sealing off all of its escape routes.

Ma Pingchuan frantically urged his internal energy to break free from this restraint, but it was all in vain. Under the terrifying power of the Xuan Yu Great Handprint, he was like an ant trying to shake a mountain.

Boom!

A deafening roar echoed across the surrounding area.

Xuan Yu slammed his hand down heavily.

Ma Pingchuan didn't even have time to scream before he was crushed to pieces by the giant hand, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

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