Physical immortality begins with Bajiquan

Dazexiang.

When the convoy arrived, it was already late afternoon, and the setting sun hung obliquely over the western hills, stretching the old locust tree at the village entrance into a long shadow.

Cui Ran reined in his horse and stopped it in front of an inn:

"We won't leave today; we'll rest in the village for the night. We'll load the truck at 5 a.m. tomorrow and head into the mountains before the sun gets hottest. We must return to the city before dark."

"Didn't we say we'd be back quickly?" Cui Yingying frowned, dismounted, and looked around with disgust. "Is this place even habitable? The bedding is probably moldy."

"Silly child, if we go into the mountains at this hour, it will be dark by the time we get there. The mountain paths are difficult to walk at night and there are often dangers lurking around. We don't need to take that risk." Cui Ran stepped forward, gently patted her shoulder, and said in a soft tone, "Just make do for one night. When we get back, Dad will get you two bolts of the latest Suzhou brocade and have the embroidery workshop make you some new dresses."

Upon hearing this, Cui Yingying snorted and turned her face away, but she did not refute it again and followed Cui Ran into the inn.

Zhao Er, who was behind him, smacked his lips and moved closer to Qin Heng, his tone full of envy:

"My goodness, the young ladies of wealthy families are so precious. These two bolts of Suzhou brocade are enough for the whole family to live frugally for a year or two."

Qin Heng glanced at him sideways and nodded slightly.

Su Jinyao, he paused slightly, thinking that his sister seemed to like her very much, but she had never been able to have her.

......

The next day, just as dawn was breaking and the morning mist had not yet dissipated, Dongtun in Daze Township was already bustling with activity.

After the herb farmers loaded all the bundled medicinal herbs onto their wheelbarrows, Cui Ran waved his hand and shouted, "Let's go!"

Before long, the convoy drove past fields of medicinal herbs on both sides, and gradually entered the mountain road with a faint fragrance of herbs in the air.

After traveling a few more miles, the road surface began to become uneven and full of potholes, with gravel everywhere, and the mule cart was also bumping violently.

Zhao Er sat next to Qin Heng, gripping the side of the carriage with one hand, and said:

"This is the section most prone to accidents. A few weeks ago, the convoy of the Ming family's branch was hijacked at that mountain pass, and both the people and the vehicles disappeared without a trace."

Qin Heng nodded, his gaze sweeping across the dense, impenetrable woods on both sides. The wind rustled through the branches and leaves, but not a single bird or insect chirp could be heard; the silence was eerily profound.

"What's there to be afraid of? They're two grown men. I'm not afraid of a weak woman like myself. If anyone dares to come, it'll be a good opportunity for us to practice our skills." Cui Yingying, who was in front, heard this, turned around, and pouted, her tone still carrying a hint of arrogance.

"Young lady." Zhao Er bowed and smiled obsequiously at Cui Yingying while quickly whispering in Qin Heng's ear, "This young man has never seen anything like real combat. Just wait and see, he'll be completely stumped when he runs into a tough opponent."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a sharp whistle suddenly rang out from the depths of the dense forest!

More than twenty dark figures, wielding steel knives, pounced like lurking wolves, heading straight for the convoy.

"Escort the vehicle!"

Cui Ran roared and darted out in a flash. His peak Ming Jin aura exploded out as he threw out both fists, forcefully intercepting the two bandit leaders who were charging at the front.

His punches were fierce and powerful, instantly forcing the two men to retreat.

The remaining three bandit leaders, along with more than ten thugs, charged straight at the convoy.

More than ten guards from the Cui family immediately drew their swords to fight. Unexpectedly, Cui Yingying was not frightened by these bandits. Instead, she let out a delicate shout and went to meet the bandit leader on the far left by herself.

Qin Heng and Zhao Er, who were at the very back, exchanged a glance and then each intercepted the remaining two bandit leaders.

Qin Heng stepped forward and intercepted the horse-faced bandit leader in the middle.

The bandit leader, seeing that he was young and handsome, immediately showed a hint of contempt in his eyes: "You callow brat, you dare to come here to die! I'll tear you apart alive!"

Before he finished speaking, Qin Heng suddenly slumped off his horse, kicked off with his feet, and shot forward like an arrow, taking several steps in the blink of an eye and rushing straight to the bandit leader!

"Um?"

The horse-faced bandit leader never expected that this young man would have such courage to strike first!

Upon getting close, Qin Heng gave his opponent no chance to react. He lowered his waist and rotated his hips, channeling all his strength into his fists. His fists shot upwards from his waist with the force of thunder and the power of a thousand pounds. It was the Bajiquan killing move, the "Standing Cannon to the Sky"!

The fist, accompanied by a piercing sound of air being torn apart, slammed solidly into the horse-faced bandit leader's hastily crossed arms as he tried to block.

"Bang—"

A dull thud rang out, and the horse-faced bandit leader felt excruciating pain in both arms. His blocking arm was instantly bent inward by the impact, and the force spread from his arm to his whole body, causing his blood and qi to surge uncontrollably.

With a "pfft," he spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered back five or six steps. Just as he was about to regain his footing, Qin Heng pressed his advantage, grabbing his collar with his left hand and forcefully pulling him back.

Before the opponent could regain his footing, Qin Heng clenched his right fist and slammed it into the chest of the horse-faced bandit leader with tremendous force. With a muffled thud, the bandit leader's chest caved in, and he spat out another mouthful of blood, staggering backward.

Without pausing, Qin Heng thrust his left elbow forward again, and with a loud "thud!", it struck the horse-faced bandit leader squarely in the chest once more. With a "crack," the bandit leader's legs buckled, and he almost collapsed to his knees, but Qin Heng held him tightly by the collar, preventing him from escaping.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Heng's body sank slightly, then he suddenly leaped up, clasped his hands together, gathered all his strength, and swung his right hand in a wide arc, slamming it down hard on the horse-faced bandit leader's forehead.

This move is exactly the fierce and powerful Tiger Climbing the Mountain!

"Bang! Crack!"

A dull thud and a piercing sound of skull shattering rang out simultaneously. The force was so great that it directly dented the forehead of the horse-faced bandit leader, and brain matter mixed with blood gushed out instantly, splattering all over the ground.

Two moves, and he's completely crippled!

"Thump!"

The horse-faced bandit leader's pupils suddenly dilated, his eyes bulging out. Even in death, he stared at Qin Heng in disbelief, unable to utter a complete scream before his body went limp and collapsed to the ground, dying with his eyes wide open.

His limbs were stiffly stretched out, completely devoid of his previous arrogance.

"call!"

Qin Heng exhaled a long breath, wiped the bloodstains from his palm onto his sleeve, and then glanced at the battle in the arena.

Zhao Er was being forced to retreat by another bandit leader with a bright, donkey-like face, and seemed to be trying to escape.

After another fierce battle, he was so shaken that he coughed up blood and lost all will to fight. He turned around and fled to the back of the convoy. The bandit leader grinned and chased after him relentlessly.

Qin Heng frowned upon seeing this. This Zhao Er was all talk and no action, but when it came to a real fight, he was no match for Miss Cui.

He glanced at Cui Yingying over there again. Although she was still struggling, she was definitely not just a pretty face.

Without thinking twice, Qin Heng stomped his feet and leaped out like a tiger pouncing on its prey. Before the bandit leader could react, he lowered his waist and punched straight at his chest with a powerful punch!

"Bang!"

The punch was powerful and violent. The donkey-faced bandit leader was caught off guard and was hit squarely in the chest, causing him to stiffen abruptly.

Qin Heng pressed close, gripping his wrist with one hand and locking his arm with the other. He twisted his waist and unleashed his full power, delivering a powerful twist with the Overlord's Hard Reins!

"Snap—Sizzle!"

A piercing sound of bones breaking and tendons snapping rang out. The arm bone broke on the spot, the skin and flesh were torn apart, and the white bone was exposed. The entire right arm was ripped off, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

In an instant, the donkey-faced bandit leader let out an extremely shrill scream, his whole body convulsing wildly, but Qin Heng held him firmly in place, unable to move an inch.

Qin Heng gave him no chance to catch his breath, clenched his left fist, and with immense force, slammed it into the bandit leader's throat!

"Bang! Crack!"

The donkey-faced bandit leader's screams stopped abruptly; he died on the spot, his head lolling to the side, and he fell completely silent.