Martial arts immortality begins with upgrading buildings.

North of the city, the headquarters of the Yihe Gang.

In a dimly lit training room.

In the very center stands a human-shaped pillar cast from molten iron, gleaming with a cold metallic luster.

The Iron Man's body was pockmarked, with a dent in his throat that looked as if it had been pinched out by two fingers.

There is a deep little hole on each side of the temple, like a knuckle protruding.

A section of his chest was sunken, and the fist mark was clearly visible.

Groin, ribs, back of the head...

His entire body was covered in dents of varying depths, with no vital organs intact.

Qiu Xiaotian stood shirtless in front of the Iron Man.

His body was covered in scars, his muscles were bulging, and sweat dripped down his back, dripping onto the blue bricks with a soft sound.

He took a deep breath and slammed his right fist into Iron Man's chest.

boom!

A muffled thud, like a hammer striking.

The Iron Man's chest caved in instantly, leaving a deep fist mark.

Bang, bang, bang!

He threw a series of punches, each one hitting the same spot.

The fist mark on Iron Man's chest grew deeper and deeper until it was finally smashed through by his fist.

Qiu Xiaotian withdrew his arm from the iron man's chest and calmly ordered, "Replace it with another one tomorrow."

"Yes."

An elderly man who appeared to be a butler respectfully accepted the order from inside the house.

A maid on the left carried a basin of water to Qiu Xiaotian.

A young man in his early twenties was standing on the right, waiting quietly.

His face was pale, his expression haggard, and his eyes held an unconcealable sorrow and a strong murderous intent.

Qiu Xiaotian washed his face, dried it with a cloth, tossed it back into the basin, and said indifferently, "You two, step back."

The old man and the maid acknowledged and withdrew, closing the door behind them.

Only Qiu Xiaotian and the young man remained in the training room.

"Your brother's case has been investigated. The person who killed him is the new deacon of the Tongfu Gang, named Chen Qing."

Qiu Xiaotian walked to the armchair covered with a tiger skin, sat down with an air of authority, picked up the purple clay teapot on the table beside him, took a sip from the spout, and said unhurriedly:

"Xie Wuji and I have made a bet. A month from now, at the Micang Ferry Wharf, you will face Chen Qing in a fistfight. If you win, you avenge your brother; if you lose, you die!"

A cold glint flashed in Wang Lie's eyes, and he said through gritted teeth, "I will definitely kill him."

"You can't kill him."

Qiu Xiaotian glanced at him and shook his head.

Wang Lie was taken aback.

He had already inquired about it; the new butler of Yonekura Ferry had just entered the path of cultivation, so how could he possibly fail to kill him?

"Although Chen Qing is new to the martial arts world, Xie Wuji's willingness to agree to the bet proves that he is confident of winning."

Qiu Xiaotian put down the teapot and said calmly, "In this world, there are many ways to make someone stronger in a short time, as long as you can afford the price. With your current strength, you won't be his match in a month."

"Boss, please help me! I'm willing to pay any price to avenge my brother!"

Wang Lie suddenly knelt down, his forehead hitting the blue bricks with a loud thud.

He looked up, his eyes red-rimmed, his voice trembling.

That year there was a disaster, and many people in the village starved to death.

His parents didn't make it through either, leaving only him and his brother, who ended up begging on the streets.

One day, his older brother somehow got hold of a large pancake and gave it all to him, while he himself went hungry.

He said, "Brother, you should eat too," but the brother said he wasn't hungry.

But he knew that his brother hadn't eaten for two days.

Later, they were bullied on the street, and several older children surrounded and beat them.

His brother lay on top of him, taking all the punches by himself. He was beaten black and blue, and several of his teeth were knocked out, but he didn't utter a sound.

My brother said that as long as I'm here, no one can hurt him.

Later, my brother joined the Yihe Gang and fought desperately outside. He was often slashed and covered in blood, and all the money he earned was used to send him to school.

He was not doing well in school and wanted to give up his studies and pursue martial arts, so his older brother spent money to send him to a martial arts club to become an apprentice.

The older brother was reluctant to eat or drink anything himself, saving all the food and drink for him. He would rather not cultivate himself than lack his nourishment.

His brother is the closest person to him in the world.

My brother is dead now.

What's the point of him living?

Wang Lie suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and roared in a hoarse voice, "Chief, please help me... even if it costs me my life, I'm willing."

"I do have a way to help you fully develop your external energy and blood within a month, making you as strong as an internal energy cultivator, and killing Chen Qing will be a piece of cake."

Qiu Xiaotian paused, then his voice deepened: "The price is that you will become a cripple with all your meridians destroyed."

"I do."

Wang Lie kowtowed without hesitation.

If you can't defeat Chen Qing, not only will you be unable to take revenge, but you'll also be sentenced to death by the gang leader for losing the Micang Ferry.

He had no other choice.

Qiu Xiaotian nodded in satisfaction, took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, and poured out a scarlet pill.

The pills were the size of soybeans, with an eerie sheen on their surface and a pungent, fishy smell.

"Swallow it."

He handed the pill to Wang Lie and said in a deep voice, "From now on, you will stay here, and I will train you personally."

Wang Lie took the pill and swallowed it in one gulp.

The moment the pill went down his throat, his body tensed up abruptly, and then began to tremble violently.

Veins bulged out from his neck, forehead, and arms, wriggling under his skin like earthworms.

His skin turned deathly pale, covered with countless tiny blood vessels.

His eye sockets turned completely black, and his eyes gradually lost their last trace of clarity, making him look like a wild beast.

"what!"

Wang Lie let out a roar that sounded inhuman, as if something had taken his mind away, and suddenly lunged at Qiu Xiaotian.

......

As evening approached, the sun set.

Chen Qing left the boxing club and returned to his residence at the dock.

After finishing dinner and filling his stomach, he took out the bottle of demon spirit blood from the cultivation room.

While at the martial arts club, he specifically inquired about the information on the Demon Spirit True Blood from that senior brother, and only felt relieved after confirming that there were no problems.

He uncapped the bottle and tilted his head back to let a drop fall.

The real blood, when it enters the mouth, has a thick texture with a hint of sweetness.

He was remarking on how good the taste was.

A surge of pure energy, countless times more concentrated than the Qi and Blood Pill, suddenly exploded within his body, instantly filling his limbs and bones, as if to burst his body apart.

His face flushed red, veins bulged, and he felt waves of excruciating pain as if his muscles were being torn apart.

He gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and immediately began to practice the Wuji stance to digest the energy.

After just one cycle, a line of small text popped up in front of me.

[Wuji Stance +1]

At the same time, the flow of qi and blood increased slightly, but the tearing pain in the muscles did not lessen at all; on the contrary, it became more and more intense.

Chen Qing dared not delay and practiced the Wuji stance again and again.

With each cycle, a line of small characters appears before your eyes, and your Qi and blood increase by a wisp once more.

He never imagined that his blood and qi could increase so quickly.

Normally, even after a whole day of cultivation, one can barely increase their Qi and blood by two or three strands.

But now, in just thirty seconds, a wisp can be added, and it continues to surge!

[Wuji Stance +1]

[Wuji Stance +1]

[Wuji Stance +1]

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