Heroine, don't turn back, I'm just a farmer.

The scholar in the blue robe was panting heavily, his whole body covered in sweat as if he had been pulled out of the water.

He stared intently at the corpse on the ground, blood flowing from its seven orifices, for three breaths, five breaths, ten breaths.

Didn't move.

"Dead...dead?"

He murmured to himself, and then a surge of ecstasy welled up inside him.

"Finally dead!"

He couldn't help but throw his head back and laugh, his laughter tinged with hysterical madness. In all these years, this was the first time he had been forced to this point. Fortunately, he won in the end.

All those resurrection techniques and mind-affecting illusions are just bluffing. Faced with their true killing move, they're ultimately useless...

suddenly.

The sound of footsteps came softly from the doorway.

The scholar in the blue robe stopped laughing abruptly.

He stiffened and slowly turned his head. The broken wooden door was pulled down by the newcomer, and the night wind blew in, making the remaining charcoal fire inside flicker.

Lu Guo leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, completely unharmed.

"That's all." He looked at the scholar in the blue robe, whose expression was almost one of collapse, and spoke calmly, "Now it's my turn."

"The Heavenly Demon Disintegrates."

There were no shouts, no wild laughter, just four simple words uttered by Lu Guo.

"You...you actually..." The scholar in the blue robe stared wide-eyed, taking several steps back, his voice trembling. He noticed that the other person's aura was becoming increasingly concentrated. "Are you...a human or a ghost?!"

He understood completely.

The other party seems to truly possess that strange power of resurrection.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

The scholar in the blue robe was furious, his eyes blazing with rage. He unleashed all his inner strength without reservation, his palms turning as red as burning irons, and he hurtled towards Lu Guo at the door like a shooting star.

This was a desperate struggle, the strongest blow of his life.

Lu Guo looked at the palm wind rushing towards him, and a hint of seriousness finally appeared in his eyes.

"You can't use the Jade Palm like that."

He slowly raised his right palm. This scholar in green robes had used the Warm Jade Palm technique so many times, and he had learned a little bit each time he was resurrected. Now he had almost mastered it completely.

The scholar in the blue robe suddenly narrowed his pupils.

The opponent wasn't using a knife, but a palm!

It was the Warm Jade Palm technique he had cultivated for thirty years!

Moreover, he was very familiar with the way the energy flowed in his palm; it was the Warm Jade Palm technique that he had used repeatedly before!

How did you learn it?

His question remained forever in his throat.

The palms are clasped together.

There was no deafening roar as expected, only a muffled thud so soft it was almost inaudible. The pale blue light easily tore through the crimson palm strike, shattering the scholar's entire right arm into dust with overwhelming force, before striking his chest with a palm.

The scholar in the blue robe was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the stone wall and embedding himself in it. He looked down at the dented palm print on his chest, blood gushing from his seven orifices.

In a daze, he heard the last sound.

"Zhao Wuji of the Wuji Demonic Sect".

"Elder, please die!"

[Special achievement 'Unwavering Through Death (Purple)' completed.]

[The Mysterious Pearl side quest is complete.]

[Completion: 10%]

[Rating: C (The young hero has died far too many times.)]

[The achievements of "Friend of a Famous General," "Imperial Heir," and "Renowned Throughout Jianghuai" have been completed.]

[Reward: 200 Achievement Points, Information on the Wuji Demonic Sect.]

[Yun Xian's favorability increased by 45/100]

"It's done!"

Lu Guo let out a breath, smiled with satisfaction, and sat down to meditate and regulate his breathing, while checking the progress of his adventure.

……

In the darkness of night.

On the rooftop of a private residence outside the blacksmith's courtyard, several people stood quietly watching in the night.

The corpses in the courtyard lay scattered about, but these were nothing more than common scoundrels in the martial arts world. What the group cared about was the fight between Lu Guo and the scholar in the green robe.

"Master Di, this man is strange and should not be offended lightly."

Danyangzi returned and stood bowing beside an old man, a smile playing on his lips.

Although he had narrowly escaped death, his opponent had not killed him, and Danyangzi had witnessed the battle in the courtyard.

At this moment, he did not feel that Lu Guo's previous behavior was inappropriate; he only felt honored to have escaped with his life from such an opponent.

In the world of martial arts, death is inevitable, but the way the Right Envoy of the Wuji Demonic Sect died was a rather unpleasant experience.

The Right Envoy of the Wuji Demonic Sect was at least a first-rate Foundation Establishment Realm expert who had surpassed the third level of the Upper Three Realms. Yet, he was brutally tortured and humiliated to death by a young man who was a much lower realm below him and had just entered the Spirit Fusion Realm of the Upper Three Realms. The young man used a strange technique to cut his flesh with a blunt knife.

A scholar can be killed but not humiliated... This is so unlike the chivalrous spirit.

Also, does this person not experience any side effects from using the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique?

Since we're not entirely confident we can kill the other person, we might as well try a different approach to contact them. More connections mean more opportunities, and more friends mean more paths.

The essence of the martial arts world is nothing more than the intricacies of human relationships and social interactions.

The youthful chivalry he once possessed when he first entered the martial world was long gone, and his martial arts cultivation had stagnated at the middle three realms. If nothing unexpected happened, this might be how his life would be.

Tonight, he seemed to see something that could change the martial arts world of Jianghuai, or rather, the entire landscape of the martial arts world.

"This man possesses the chivalrous spirit of ancient times, perfectly suited for my domineering path of rampant tyranny!"

The old man, addressed as "Old Flute," began to speak:

"Such chivalry, valuing righteousness over life and death, is truly admirable and praiseworthy!"

Standing on the rooftop the whole time, he witnessed almost the entire process of Lu Guo confronting the Right Envoy of the Wuji Demonic Sect. He watched the other party mysteriously disappear and reappear in some unknown way, and he also watched him bravely face death time and time again.

Such a bizarre technique, such a bizarre method of resurrection, such a fearless will to die—it is perfect for me to join the Path of Unruly Domination and to act with tyranny and ruthlessness.

"Your Highness, what do you think?"

Another old man spoke up, but he asked about the figure standing among the group.

"Elders, you all stay here and keep watch. Tonight's events cannot be concealed. Since the Right Envoy of the Boundless Demonic Sect has made a move, he must be certain that this person has obtained the secret of the Xuanpin Pearl. Our Hengxing Path is determined to obtain the Xuanpin Pearl, but we need to consider the way we cooperate with this person."

The old man frowned, looking somewhat reluctant.

"Not kill him?... That's fine too."

Those present sighed slightly upon hearing this.

With their combined strength, they could easily kill that kid in the courtyard who was only at the Spirit Fusion Realm, but the question is, could they actually kill him?

Those who possess such skills must have a special lineage behind them.

If they fail to kill him, the rampant gang will surely face relentless retaliation.

Hengxingdao is just domineering and unreasonable in his actions; he is not a fool like Wuji Momen who cannot distinguish between life and death.

However, if one did not see it with their own eyes, no one would believe that such a bizarre technique existed in the world.

Since the other party dares to act so recklessly, dying and coming back to life repeatedly, it must be some kind of very strange secret technique. Perhaps the person who came was not even in their true form.

"If that's the case..."

Caution is advised.

The figure being protected by several people spoke up, "Danyangzi, you should go."

"Yes, you should go."

The others all spoke in unison.

"..."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Danyangzi felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.

He brought dozens of men here tonight, but they were almost all killed by Lu Guo in the previous battle. Peng Lianhu managed to block a few of his moves, but Liu Canyang was killed in one exchange. Now, only Danyangzi, his relatively reliable and powerful subordinate, remains.

Since he was the lowest-ranking person present, who else would go if he didn't?

uncomfortable.

"Your Highness, I'm afraid a simple trip won't suffice."

Just as Danyangzi was about to leave, the old man with the flute spoke again.

He immediately bowed, clasped his hands in a fist and stood there waiting.