Republic of China era: A hundred-year-old still practicing martial arts? Is that right?

As for Lin Ji from Jiangcheng...

He didn't take it to heart at all.

The empire didn't take a martial artist at the late stage of internal energy seriously at all.

His Majesty the Emperor's true aim is this rich and prosperous land of China.

"Hmph! If Li Shuwen hadn't suddenly appeared, this old man would have been dead long ago, and we could have done Jing Mei a favor."

Lin Ji followed behind, always maintaining a distance of about three miles.

With Tianyan Zhu fully activated, he concealed his aura to the extreme, so much so that even the stray dogs on the roadside couldn't detect his movements.

By observing the smallest details and understanding the bigger picture, every movement within a radius of several miles can be grasped.

As he followed, he silently circulated his Qi throughout his body, adjusting himself to his peak condition.

When they passed the third village, Timurling threw down two more vials of medicine.

As he watched the lights in the village go out one by one, and listened to the faint cries coming from inside, Lin Ji's anger almost overflowed.

But his eyes grew calmer and calmer, as calm as a bottomless pool of cold water.

Midnight is finally approaching.

The moon slowly moved across the sky and finally climbed to the zenith.

"Splash!"

Lin Ji's mind was suddenly jolted.

The ancient book moved on its own without wind, its pages turning steadily to a new page, stopping at the middle section of the second volume, "Yin and Yang".

Golden light shimmered on the pages, and four powerful, ancient characters slowly emerged:

"The reversal of Yin and Yang!"

"Looking back on ten years of youth!"

Two clear streams flowed into Lin Ji's mind.

The contents of the book also entered Lin Ji's mind.

"Yin and Yang are the way of Heaven and Earth. They are the fundamental principles governing all things and the parents of change."

"The Yang energy erupts, the Yin energy condenses, Yin and Yang rotate endlessly, doubling combat power and making one impervious to evil."

at the same time.

The hidden energy emanating from Lin Ji suddenly split in two.

Half of it is fiery and fierce, flowing through the body's Yang meridians, primarily for offensive and explosive attacks.

Half of it is deep and dense, flowing through the body's yin meridians, mainly for dissipating energy and protecting oneself.

Two streams of energy circulated back and forth in the meridians, connecting end to end, allowing Lin Ji's entire body to form a perfect Tai Chi circle invisibly.

Lin Ji, who was originally in a weakened state in the Hidden Dragon Abyss, recovered to full strength in an instant, even becoming several times stronger than at his peak.

Lin Ji couldn't suppress the increased aura emanating from his body, and involuntarily let a trace of it slip out.

Ironwood Bell, standing ahead, suddenly froze, abruptly stopping in his tracks and turning around to look at the figure in the shadows behind him:

"You actually dared to chase after me... Wait, why do you look younger?"

Lin Ji emerged from behind the tree, carrying the Mountain and River Stabilizing Spear, and walked step by step to the center of the official road.

The moonlight fell on him, illuminating his young yet resolute profile.

Forty years old!

He's at most in his forties right now!

"Iron Bell, you have harmed the people of Jiangcheng and slaughtered lives at will. Today I will take your life!" Lin Ji's voice was calm, but it carried a chilling coldness.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Tie Muling laughed wildly, clutching her stomach, as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world.

He laughed so hard he could barely breathe, and pointed at Lin Ji, saying:

"You? A piece of trash at the late stage of Inner Strength? If it weren't for Li Shuwen, you would have been dead by my hand long ago. What, is a beating not enough? Do you have to throw your life away here?"

Tie Muling took two steps forward, completely abandoning his previous aloof demeanor. His hair was disheveled, and his golden eyes were filled with contempt.

"I may be afraid of Li Shuwen, but that doesn't mean I'm afraid of you. Crushing you is no different than crushing an ant."

"Yeah?"

Lin Ji raised his gun, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

"Then you are welcome to give it a try."

"act recklessly!"

Tie Muling's face darkened, and with a flash of energy in her palm, she transformed it into a claw, carrying a foul stench, and grabbed at Lin Ji's crown.

This move was even more ruthless than the one in the north of the city, clearly indicating that the attacker intended to kill.

Lin Ji stood still, neither dodging nor avoiding.

Just as the ghostly claw was about to strike his head, he slightly raised his wrist and casually thrust out his spear.

At the tip of the spear, black and white energies intertwined, half fiery and half chilling.

With a soft "pfft".

Ironwood Bell's seemingly ferocious claws were easily pierced by this spear.

"what!"

Tie Muling cried out in pain, her smile freezing on her face.

"What kind of technique is this?!"

Lin Ji did not answer. He pushed off with his foot and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

With the "Yin-Yang Reversal" fully activated, his speed was twice as fast as before.

Tie Muling only felt a blur before his eyes, and the tip of the spear was already at his heart.

He hurriedly turned to the side, but he was still a step too slow.

"Pfft—"

The gun tip tore through his suit, adding another wound to his chest.

What terrified him even more was that a force of yin and yang intertwined came from the wound, which was like a hidden force rampaging through his meridians and frantically destroying his eight extraordinary meridians.

"Impossible! You're only at the late stage of Inner Strength, how could you possibly have such power!"

Iron Bell was both shocked and furious. She took out three different colored syringes and threw them all on the ground.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of shattering glass rang out, and Tie Muling's aura surged instantly, faintly touching the threshold of the mid-stage of the Transformation Realm.

"I refuse to believe I can't kill you!"

Tie Muling roared, unleashing both palms and a surge of internal energy towards Lin Ji from a distance.

Within a radius of ten feet, the poisonous mist permeated the area, causing plants and trees to wither upon contact.

Lin Ji was in the center of the poisonous fog, yet he was completely unafraid.

The yin and yang energies flowed across his body, and when the poisonous mist touched him, it melted away like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.

He closed his eyes and focused on feeling the yin and yang energies flowing within his body.

Yang energy corresponds to the hidden dragon abyss, bursting forth without warning; Yin energy is mainly for concealing power and guarding, being dense and enduring.

It turned out to be the case.

The Hidden Dragon Abyss is not the end, but merely the beginning of the Yang side.

Lin Ji suddenly opened his eyes.

"Hidden Dragon Abyss!"

He uttered four words softly, and slowly thrust out the spear in his hand.

This shot was very slow.

So slow that the ironwood bell could clearly see the trajectory of the spear tip.

But this shot came very quickly.

Just as Tie Muling was about to dodge, the tip of the spear was already in front of him.

The black and white spear light, like a yin-yang symbol, spun and pierced into Tie Muling's chest.

"Well--"

Tie Muling's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief.

He looked down at the spear embedded in his heart, then looked up at Lin Ji, his voice hoarse:

"How is that possible..."

Lin Ji twisted his wrist slightly.

The Yin and Yang energies exploded completely within Tie Muling's body, instantly shattering his eight extraordinary meridians.

Tie Muling convulsed a few times, and the light in her eyes quickly dimmed.

He fell straight down, dying with his eyes wide open.

Even in death, he couldn't understand how he, a master of the Transcendent Realm, could die at the hands of someone in the late stage of the Dark Force Realm.

Lin Ji drew his spear, which was completely unstained by blood.

He crouched down and searched Tiemuling's pockets.

Inside were seven or eight different colored potions, a booklet filled with Japanese writing, and several banknotes and documents.

They searched high and low, but couldn't find the antidote.

Lin Ji frowned.

That makes sense. How could such a wicked practitioner, whose purpose is to kill, carry an antidote?

He stood up and looked in the direction of Jiangcheng.

"Li Shuwen is knowledgeable and experienced; perhaps he has a way to concoct the antidote."

He carefully put away the medicine, cleaned up the traces at the scene, and made sure no one would notice anything amiss before turning around and hurrying towards Jiangcheng.