Martial Saint: Starting with Accumulating Experience

Xiao Er dashed out as if his life depended on it, taking three steps at a time, jumping down the stairs, wishing he could run as fast as he could by using both hands and feet.

The thumping footsteps were hurried and frantic; fear filled his mouth, and he couldn't even utter a word.

In the rush, he almost tripped.

As soon as he came downstairs and saw the shopkeeper, he felt like he had seen a savior, and hurriedly shouted, "Shopkeeper! Shopkeeper! Something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened!"

"Zhao Er! What are you rushing around for? Can't you get back to work properly?!" the shopkeeper shouted.

He was organizing the account books, still holding his brush, and was very dissatisfied with Zhao Er's loud and boisterous behavior.

There were still some guests inside the inn at this time.

Hearing the commotion, they all turned their heads to look.

Zhao Er's face was deathly pale, his lips trembling. He ran to the shopkeeper, grabbed his sleeve, and his voice was shaking uncontrollably:

"Shopkeeper, there's a monster! There really is a monster! In the guest room on the second floor, a fox tail! I... I just saw it with my own eyes!"

Zhao Er's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattering the leisurely atmosphere in the inn.

The guests, who were eating, resting, and chatting, all stopped what they were doing, their faces filled with surprise and doubt.

"A monster? Surely not?"

"The monster isn't staying on the mountain anymore, but running to the inn? Are you seeing things?"

"I've been sitting here drinking, and I can see every single person coming in and out of the inn clearly. There's no monster here."

"Judging from the waiter's appearance, he doesn't seem to be faking it, so talking nonsense won't do him any good."

Discussions rose and fell.

Some of the guests stood up and looked around, while others looked wary. Several burly men straightened their backs instantly, their sharp eyes scanning the stairwell and looking towards the second floor.

The shopkeeper paused slightly, then reassured Zhao Er, his tone calm:

"Don't panic, speak slowly."

"I saw it clearly, it was such a big fox tail, I couldn't be mistaken!"

"And that customer, the one you said ate so fast, he's been murdered! I saw blood gushing out! Lots and lots of blood!"

"The blood splattered across half the wall in a flash; it couldn't have been pierced by a sword!" Zhao Er spoke rapidly, still shaken.

Upon hearing this, the innkeeper's eyes suddenly darkened. If a monster rushed into the inn, there would be a second and a third time. After that, the news spread, and everyone felt that the place was not safe.

How can he do business then?

Seeing this, several martial artists nearby exchanged glances, each with a different expression.

One of the burly men, with a thick-backed broadsword at his waist and exuding a fierce aura, said loudly:

"With so many martial arts practitioners here, why should we be afraid of this monster? Even if each of us takes a few cuts, we can chop it into mincemeat."

The burly man chuckled, skillfully concealing the fleeting greed in his eyes.

He would never dare to provoke an ordinary fox demon; a moment's hesitation and he would be bewitched and become a puppet, even a cultivator at the Qi Refining Realm would stumble.

However, a fox demon that could allow the waiter to escape and report the news might not be so bad to mess with. If they were killed and sold, they might make a fortune.

In his mind, clothes made from the fur of ordinary foxes were already expensive, so fox spirits should be even more precious.

For safety's sake, the burly man called out to the others, "Any brothers willing to come up with me to take a look? Otherwise, with monsters around, we won't be able to sleep peacefully tonight."

Someone present recognized him as Ma Tushan, a skilled swordsman with formidable power, and a top-tier martial artist in the Bone Forging Realm.

Immediately, some people echoed this sentiment, willing to follow Ma Tu Mountain to investigate. Of course, others chose to remain inactive and continue to observe.

No one chose to leave the inn.

It was already completely dark, and going out to camp in the wild now would only be more dangerous.

"Thank you all for your help. Your expenses at the inn will be waived today." The innkeeper bowed to Ma Tushan and his group in thanks.

He then walked back to the counter and pulled out a long sword from underneath. However, before he could fully draw it out, Zhao Er grabbed his sleeve and pressed it down hard.

Zhao Er whispered, "Don't go. I don't feel safe if you leave. Maybe we should hide somewhere. It's too scary."

"Alright, alright, I won't go." The shopkeeper put the sword back.

At this moment, Ma Tushan spoke up again: "The fox demon itself is not strong, but its charm technique targets the mind and is extremely terrifying."

"I suggest that those who are strong stand at the back and kill the fox demon in its true form while it is bewitching others. Otherwise, if a strong person is bewitched by the fox demon, things will get complicated."

Everyone nodded in agreement with the suggestion.

but.

Who will lead the charge?

Judging from Ma Tushan's tone, he was clearly planning to stay in the back and reap the rewards, while others would stand in front of him.

The group looked at each other, none of them willing to do the most dangerous thing.

Ma Tushan strode forward and, to Zhao Er's horrified surprise, pulled him over.

"You're the one. It just so happens that you're also the discoverer. Lead the way for us."

Zhao Er's face turned deathly pale, his vision blurred, and he was about to faint. "No! No! Sir! I can't take it!"

"It has to work, even if it doesn't work."

With no room to resist, Zhao Er was grabbed by the collar and dragged upstairs.

The shopkeeper hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, took the longsword from the counter, and went upstairs with the others.

The other guests upstairs were unaware of what was happening when they saw a large group of people rushing up the stairs towards the second floor.

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"Its physical body is fragile. If one can guard their mind and not be bewitched, they can be easily defeated. It has flesh and blood, and its head and heart are its weaknesses."

Chen Feng summarized his experience.

At this moment, the fox demon's blood flowed out, but the smell of blood was not strong. Instead, there was a faint sweet fragrance, which was very similar to the fragrance when she used her charm.

Chen Feng dipped his finger in the water, held it under his nose, and sniffed it, finding it rather peculiar.

He didn't know much about fox spirits.

It wasn't that he lacked the means to find out, but rather that he didn't want to—the monk Jingchen had told him that demon corpses were worthless.

The meat and offal are poisonous and should not be eaten.

Prolonged contact with demon fur can even have negative effects on a person's health.

Aside from some special monsters, the leather armor is tough and suitable for making protective gear, so it's fair to say that the advantages outweigh the disadvantages; otherwise, no one would use monster hides to make clothes.

In addition, back in Black Wind Stronghold, after killing the demon, Chen Feng had no experience, so he found it uninteresting.

But today, his opinion has changed drastically.

One of them is worth a thousand experience points, comparable to a Qi Condensation Realm martial artist. Moreover, and most importantly, the fox demon's charm is basically ineffective against him.

Aside from the allure, he's just a one-punch-and-kill type; even a couple of flirtatious charms can net him hundreds of experience points.

This experience is like something you get for free.

In Chen Feng's eyes, this was the greatest value of the fox demon.

Just then, footsteps came from outside the door. Chen Feng listened intently, and the sound grew closer and closer, probably coming for him.

Chen Feng glanced at the two fox demon corpses. There was no need to hide the fact that he was killing demons; he just didn't want to attract too much attention.

His injuries have not yet fully healed, and he can only unleash about 50-60% of his full strength.

It's best to keep a low profile.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Feng messed up his hair to make himself look a bit disheveled.

Then he opened the door himself.

It was accompanied by a "creak".

Chen Feng saw the innkeeper's arm still raised, seemingly about to knock on the door, and also saw the martial artists behind him.

"You...you're not dead!"

Zhao Er looked terrified.

At this moment, Ma Tushan frowned, holding his machete in his hand, and craned his neck to try to look past Chen Feng into the house.