From Martial Arts Dungeon to Master of Martial Arts

Mu Sheng twirled the broadsword in his hand and forcefully plunged it into the trunk of the large tree at his feet.

"I can handle it with a simple touch."

"Boom!" A giant hand suddenly grew out of the tree trunk and smashed down on Yang Baiyu below. It was just a wooden object shaped like a giant hand.

He exchanged a glance with Jing Yu, who was standing on the knife.

Jing Yu frowned in thought, and Mu Sheng also stepped back.

"Bang!" The wooden hand was torn apart, and Yang Baiyu's upward momentum slowed down. However, he quickly adjusted his body and stepped directly on the broken wood.

As the broken wood plummeted downwards, he was instantly propelled upwards, leaping onto the tree trunk. He slammed one hand into the trunk, and with a powerful thrust of his arm, he flipped himself onto the treetop.

Meanwhile, the Hundred Martial Arts Sect Master, the Red Feather Pavilion Master, and Jing Yu quickly climbed up as well.

Upon reaching the top floor, they saw only a pitted and uneven ground, but no sign of the giant man.

"Who is this person?!" Yang Baiyu suddenly looked at Jing Yu and the other two, her eyes sharp.

"Chang Shu has never seen such a figure before," Jing Yu said in a deep voice.

They were still quite far from the top floor and hadn't been able to see the giant's face clearly, but they could vaguely make out some wood.

"This person also seems to be covering his face," the Hundred Martial Arts Sect Master said in a deep voice. "But since that demon died at that person's hands, this matter is considered closed."

Jing Yu looked at Yang Baiyu and said, "The city lord seems to be getting a little too excited."

Yang Baiyu took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and said, "That demon's corpse is related to demon martial arts. Don't you have any ideas? Now that the demon's corpse is gone, we can't obtain that demon martial arts! Aren't you angry?"

"To gain it is my fortune, to lose it is my fate. I don't really crave it that much." Jing Yu looked at Yang Baiyu with a half-smile.

The leader of the Hundred Martial Sect said in a deep voice, "It's a good thing that this matter has been resolved. As long as we handle the aftermath properly, we can simply treat it as a demon invasion."

He looked down at the towering tree at his feet.

They weren't afraid of demonic creations within the city, since demonic invasions of cities were not uncommon; what they feared was that others might see what the demon looked like.

A mid-level demon, if not disguised by human skin, would hardly resemble a human at all. However, if it continues to use human skin, it will be unable to use the power of a demon.

Yang Xing's appearance was completely human, and he could use the power of demons without restraint. Anyone who saw him would be suspicious.

Yang Baiyu remained expressionless, but Jing Yu looked at him with a half-smile.

The owner of the Red Feather Pavilion said, "In that case, this matter is considered settled."

She looked at the huge foliage and said, "But these people are hard to save."

After pondering for a moment, Jing Yu said, "Actually, this matter is quite strange. Logically speaking, when a demon dies, there is never such a thing as the body dissipating. Moreover, since the demon died, its creations should also have disappeared. Why are these still here?"

Everyone immediately looked at Jing Yu. Yang Baiyu's pupils shrank, and she hurriedly asked, "Could it be that the demon is not dead?"

When it comes to experience with demons, Jingyu, who comes from the Zhenyuan Temple, knows more.

After all, Zhenyuan Temple has been fighting against demons for many years. Most second-rate sects follow the same path. They can exchange the things on the demons for a lot of money, which is just enough to support the operation of the sect.

"What I know are demons, not those who practice demonic martial arts," Jing Yu said frankly. "I don't know what state the other party is in either, unless we find the one who killed the demon."

"With a figure like that, he should be quite conspicuous if he appeared in Changshu." The owner of the Red Feather Pavilion licked his lips. "Actually, I'm more curious about how he left."

Although their ascent took a little longer, they could still hear some noises as they climbed down.

But there was no movement at all, which meant that the other party did not climb down.

"Unless the other party jumped down, it's impossible for them to have escaped our notice." The sect leader of Baiwu Sect said in a deep voice, "But at this height, even a Qi-cultivation martial artist would only die if they jumped down, unless the other party is also a demon."

Because only demons have a chance of survival if they jump from such a height.

Everyone's gaze sharpened.

It's not impossible.

Yang Baiyu's eyes flickered.

"If that's the case, then the hope for demonic martial arts may not be completely extinguished."

He didn't say this aloud, because the three people in front of him weren't actually very interested in demonic martial arts.

But there are prerequisites.

"Find that person."

Who is that person who looks to be about three meters tall?

...

Inside the tree trunk, Mu Sheng was carrying two people, Mu Yun and Zhou Fanhua, in one hand.

He can easily manipulate the tree, for example, by creating a downward staircase, simply by imitating what Yang Xing had done.

This was the only way to avoid their sight. He quickly jumped down, and since the stairs were rotating, he only needed to use the gaps to jump down.

What troubles him now is his physical condition.

Once the Demon Blood Transformation Technique began, it was impossible to stop. Moreover, the human body began to tempt him, constantly assaulting his reason.

If they leave Changshu directly, it will be difficult to arrange things for Mu Yun and his wife. He will inevitably be suspected. If the two of them stay here, those people will definitely not let them go.

But staying here also means facing those dangers head-on.

His demonic body did indeed amplify his strength several times over, but he was confident of victory against ordinary Qi experts. However, he was not confident against experts who were also considered masters in the Qi realm.

He didn't have much confidence.

Just as he was struggling with this decision, he suddenly felt the gaze from the ground approaching, so he stopped and placed Mu Yun and his wife on the steps.

Looking at his hands, he saw they had returned to their normal size. He touched various parts of his body and realized he had completely recovered.

He closed his eyes to sense the True Transformation of Demonic Blood and discovered that this technique, which transformed his body through his blood, had completely stopped.

But he could sense that the technique had indeed progressed.

He lightly sliced ​​his hand across the broadsword on his back, cutting open the wound and looking at the bright red blood flowing from it.

"The realm of red blood has been reached."

Mu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief. He had been somewhat worried about Qing Xue, as his features were too obvious and it would be bad if someone saw him.

Now that I've reached the Red Blood Realm, I can handle it, and my physical abilities have also been strengthened.

Mu Sheng breathed a long sigh of relief.

This mitigates the risk of exposure.

just.

"That Yang Xing just died like that?" He frowned, feeling that things weren't that simple.

But now is not the time to delve into that; what we need to deal with first is...

He looked at Xiang Muyun and his wife, wondering how they would arrange things for the two of them.

"As for Yang Xing's matter, I hope I'm just overthinking it."