Immortality Cultivation: Fellow Daoists, please live for two more episodes!

Inside the screen, the crisis continues.

The mine was not deep, and the two people walking side by side quickly found themselves not far from where Pei Changgeng was cultivating.

Having spotted the target, the tall, thin leader put away the tracking flag and turned to his companions, saying:

"It's right ahead, and the fluctuations in spiritual energy are very obvious. It's most likely that it's circulating its energy, and we're completely caught off guard."

Be careful.

His companion was quite cautious: "That guy was definitely among the top three in the outer sect back in the day. Let's not let him get caught off guard."

"Top three? That was so many years ago."

The leader sneered: "Didn't you hear me? He spent three years in the Heavenly Prison, the Heavenly Palace was sold, Huang Ting punished him, and now that guy is just an empty shell at the third level of Qi Refining."

"If it weren't for the fact that I insisted on watching him die out there, I'd be wasting my time coming here."

"That's one thing..."

"Alright, you keep watch outside and make sure they don't escape. I'll go in and it'll be over in one move."

As he spoke, the leader walked deeper into the mine, making a hand gesture.

Driven by spiritual power, a ball of crimson spiritual flame appeared in his right palm, radiating heat that made the broken stones on the mine walls glow dark red.

Red Heart Palm.

This technique isn't particularly sophisticated, but it's the most famous one in Shuiyue.

It's not that it's incredibly powerful, but rather that it has a magical property: for every level of cultivation the opponent has, the power of this spell increases by three points.

Commonly known as the "Water Moon Noob Slaying Artifact".

Now, he poured all his spiritual power, the power of a fourth-level Qi Refining cultivator, into this palm strike, slamming it onto a completely unsuspecting third-level cultivator.

It's likely that the meridians would be burned off and the bones shattered in an instant, making a single blow more than enough to kill.

He turned the corner of the mine shaft and saw Pei Changgeng.

Sitting cross-legged at the end of the mine, with his eyes closed, the fluctuations of spiritual energy were clearly perceptible. His back was to the direction of the mine tunnel, with the entrance wide open.

The leader grinned.

Top three in the outer gate?

Is this kind of defensive mentality?

If he didn't have some talent, any random Shuiyue disciple would probably be able to climb higher than him.

With a strike of the Crimson Heart Palm, spiritual flames enveloped the palm wind and rushed straight towards Pei Changgeng's back, causing the temperature in the mine to rise sharply in that instant.

The palm strike hit.

The spiritual flame surged into his back, rampaging along his meridians. Pei Changgeng's body jolted violently, his cultivation interrupted, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"It's done."

The leader waved his hand, turned to his companions, and shouted, "All done, come in and collect the bodies..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

He suddenly felt a tremor beneath his feet.

It wasn't the mine that collapsed from his palm strike; the tremor came from Pei Changgeng's body, as if something enormous was awakening underground.

As time went by, Pei Changgeng became the third biggest trump card in the outer sect.

He wasn't unaware of the two attackers; he was using their strength against them...

The Crimson Heart Palm spiritual flame that had just been poured into Pei Changgeng's body did not burn his meridians as the leader had predicted... Instead, it was driven by a secret technique, changing its trajectory and burning deep into his liver.

The place where the Azure God sleeps.

The moment this palm struck was precisely when Pei Changgeng had finished knocking on the Cang Shen, and had already loosened his grip on the Cang Shen.

The "Pan Gen Jue" states that one should knock on the spirit within the liver as if it were the first thunder of spring, striking the heart of a withered tree.

He knocked on the door for a whole incense stick's time, but it wouldn't open.

Using the opponent's force against them, this palm strike opened the door for him.

boom......!!

A burst of blue light erupted from Pei Changgeng's body.

The divine aura that had been dormant for over a year shattered in that instant, and filthy power surged forth, flooding the five internal organs, the entire body, and every inch of muscle and bone...

This is the biggest difference between body cultivators who cultivate the Yellow Court and ordinary cultivators.

When an ordinary cultivator taps the Yellow Court (a point on the lower back), their spiritual power surges, their magical power deepens, and they become more adept at casting spells.

But body cultivation is different.

Once the Yellow Court of Body Cultivation is opened, the dirty power is not poured into the Dantian, but... the physical body.

The leader witnessed this scene firsthand.

On Pei Changgeng's back, the charred skin from the burns was healing at a visible speed, and the newly grown flesh was covered with bluish lines, as if something was spreading and growing under his skin.

His spine was cracking.

Click, click, click-click-click.

The bones were regenerating, like the branches of a withered tree sprouting new buds in the spring, but this growth was compressed into a few short breaths, so dense that it made one's scalp tingle.

The muscles that had been shriveled for two years began to swell again, and bluish veins climbed up his back to his neck and disappeared into his hairline.

The leader finally realized what was happening:

"No...no, no, no, he's breaking through! This is impossible...his filthy god has already been punished, it's impossible for him to succeed again..."

"Hurry up!"

His companion outside was much more sober than him; he turned and ran.

Even the leader wanted to run away.

But he couldn't move his legs anymore.

Before he knew it, Pei Changgeng's hand was already gripping his ankle.

"You...you let go..."

Pei Changgeng ignored him and simply stood up.

With the hand that was gripping the other man's ankle, he lifted him up and swung him around like a tattered sack, slamming him against the stone wall of the mine.

boom.

A piece of the stone wall shattered.

It's simply... a powerful spin that flies.

After his body had been tempered for seven or eight years, his muscles and bones were completely restored after being re-infused with the dirty power of the Azure God, and his physical strength returned to full.

When the leader slid down from the pile of rubble, his mouth was full of blood. His protective aura had shattered, and he had broken at least three or four ribs. He couldn't even stand up, let alone fight back.

one move.

Pei Changgeng didn't even use any magic. He simply stood up, ran over, and started swinging.

This is the domineering nature of body cultivation.

……

Outside the mine, the companions running ahead had already darted more than ten feet away.

He dared not look back and desperately activated the lightness talisman to run away.

Suddenly, my foot tightened.

At some point, a crack appeared in the ground, and a green root emerged from the crack, wrapping around his calf.

He tried to break free of it by channeling his spiritual power, but the roots tightened more and more as if they were alive. Then a second and a third root emerged from the ground, wrapping around him and climbing all the way up to his waist.

Pei Changgeng's failure to use magic does not mean he is incapable of it.

Rooting technique.

Also known as the Azure Dragon Coiling Roots.

The "Root-Piercing Technique" contains unique enemy-locking techniques specific to body cultivation...

Using oneself as the root, spiritual power is poured into the earth, and the roots move with the body, so that the roots within a radius of several feet can be controlled as easily as an arm or fingers.

In a normal duel, Pei Changgeng would pounce on him at this point, deliver a finishing punch, and end up with a blow to the head.

Fortunately, Pei Changgeng was in a good mood today and didn't have any desire to kill.

When he came out of the mine, he was still holding the leader by the collar, and threw him to the ground like a dead chicken.

"Who is your master?"

"Do you even know whose people you've messed with?!"

The voice that was being entangled slurred, "You killed us, and I won't let you get away with it! You think you're safe just because you're out of the prison?"

"You...you thought I would tell you?"

Pei Changgeng didn't ask any more questions. He was stubborn, but that didn't mean he was stupid. Since the other party didn't answer his questions immediately, it would be a waste of time to interrogate him.

It doesn't matter who the other party is, the point is he's out now, and those who plotted against him are all going to die.

With a single punch, the entangled head splattered all over the ground like a watermelon.

He crouched down and pulled some things out of the man's waist... spirit stones, talismans, and a fairly handy magic sword.

The leader, who had been thrown to the ground behind him, was still spitting blood, muttering intermittently, "You're finished...you're fucking finished...I'll find out..."

Pei Changgeng put the things into his pocket.

Another punch.

……

Zhou Youyuan watched the entire event on the screen.

From the breakthrough to the end, it took less than twenty breaths.

He slowly chewed and swallowed the spirit bean that he had been holding in his mouth for a long time.

Then he took out another one, chewed it, and swallowed it.

This guy is absolutely amazing! Li Xiaoyu and Zhao Donglai are both as green as green recruits in front of him.

He was worried for so long, but this is what you call a blue-chip stock!

On the screen, Pei Changgeng walked into the dense forest, his figure gradually swallowed up by the shadows of the trees.

Zhou Youyuan turned over, pulled the blanket up, and closed his eyes.

He slept soundly this time.

As the saying goes...

A dragon trapped for three years could not be killed; once it emerged from the abyss, its teeth and claws were cold.

Old debts remain unpaid, yet the Yellow Court is still beseeching; let us watch as withered trees once more reach for the sky.