From the Iron Shirt Technique to physical sanctification

"How is this possible? A half-step Transformation Realm expert killed a Transformation Realm martial artist?"

"Are you blind? Yan Dao is now a Transformation Realm martial artist."

"That stab he just made was really vicious."

The onlookers began to whisper among themselves.

The fat man was shocked; he hadn't expected that the man with the mustache would have his head chopped off in one move.

"Your turn next." Yan Dao turned to look at the fat man, his eyes filled with a hint of domineering arrogance.

Uh...

With a swift, diagonal slash of his steel blade, he aimed directly at the fat man.

Before the blade even arrived, the wind from it was already upon him.

The fat man's heart skipped a beat. He could sense that Yan Dao's strike, though seemingly simple, exuded a domineering aura.

At the same time, he had a feeling that he couldn't dodge this strike; a faint trace of sword intent had already locked onto him.

"Blade intent? How is that possible?" He had seen Yan Dao a month ago. At that time, Yan Dao was still a half-step Transformation Realm cultivator. It was possible for him to break through to Transformation Realm in just one month. As for blade intent, even a faint rudimentary form of blade intent could not be comprehended in such a short time.

In that instant, the fat man thought of many things, but in the end he still hid.

At the critical moment, he took a step back, the blade's force grazing his chest and tearing his clothes.

"Now is the time." The fat man was a veteran of many battles and had a wealth of experience.

Yan Dao missed with his first strike, and before he could unleash his second attack, he threw a punch at Yan Dao's head.

Facing the fat man's fist, Yan Dao showed no sign of panic, which made the fat man very uneasy.

Why isn't he panicking at all?

The next second, he knew why.

Swish!

A flash of light appeared below, and *thud!* The fat man's punch was severed at the elbow.

[Fishing for the Moon in the Sea]

beep, beep...

The fat man stared in panic, taking five steps back: "How is this possible? How did you do that? Even if your swordsmanship is perfected, the transition between two moves couldn't be this fast."

The timing of the fat man's punch was perfect. He used the full power of the downward slash, but changing moves always takes a little time because the downward slash and the upward slash are two different forces, and the transition takes time.

For a master of internal energy, even a tiny fraction of a second can determine a person's life or death.

However, in reality, Yan Dao's [Slanting Split of Mount Hua] followed by [Fishing for the Moon from the Sea] was extremely smooth, without wasting any time or causing any obstruction in the transfer of force.

"This, how is this possible!" The fat man clutched half of his right arm and stared at Yan Dao in horror, shouting.

"Hmph! Trash, just because you can't do it doesn't mean I can't. I'm going to be the Sword Saint someday!" Yan Dao roared in a very childish manner.

If Zhang Yu were here, he would definitely cover his face and say that he didn't know Yan Dao.

Good heavens! A 38-year-old man can still say such childish things.

In fact, men are boys until they die.

Yan Dao, who had been suppressing his feelings for 38 years, had suffered greatly from his mediocre cultivation talent since childhood.

Now he has suddenly become a genius with a knife, and the complex feelings he has inside are something that ordinary people simply cannot understand.

dead!

Swish!

Yan Dao didn't waste any more words with the fat man. A red light flashed on the blade, and he slashed towards the man's neck.

The fat man, terrified by the severed right arm, turned to run away.

With a soft "poof".

Unfortunately, just as he turned around, the blade flashed across his neck, and his head fell to the ground.

Yan Dao twirled his sword, flicked away the blood, and swept his gaze across the faces of the onlookers. With an air of domineering arrogance, he declared, "Those who haven't registered and received their household registration cards, die!"

Everyone lowered their heads immediately after he glared at them, and a few people quietly slipped away and ran towards the Chengtian Sect's household registration office.

The heads of Fatty and the man with the mustache were piled up on the high platform of Zhuque Street, while Yan Dao led his men to continue patrolling.

After he left, the people in Qing Shi Lane started talking about it.

"Why can this Yama Blade transfer force so smoothly? The force of a downward slash instantly transforms into the force of an upward slash. It's too strange."

"This kind of conflict of forces places high demands on the muscles and bones. I have seen it in the talents of the elites of aristocratic families before. If Yan Dao had this kind of talent, he would have broken through the Transformation Realm level long ago, and he would not have wasted 38 years."

"How strange! Niu Mancang of Chengtian Sect is a monster, and now another one, Yan Dao, has appeared."

……

Yan Dao was unaware of the crowd's discussion. He was currently extremely excited: "The Mad Blade Battle Body is indeed powerful; I can instantly complete such a difficult transformation of blade energy!"

He was able to sever the fat man's right arm entirely because of the Mad Blade Battle Body's modifications to his body.

With Yan Dao joining the patrols, the pressure on Niu Mancang was greatly reduced, and the security of Chengtian City gradually improved.

After all, martial artists at the Transformation Realm are not like leeks, which can be killed and then grow back. Some time ago, Niu Mancang slaughtered five, and today Yan Dao killed two more Transformation Realm martial artists. As a result, the number of martial artists registered in Chengtian City increased, and the remaining Transformation Realm martial artists no longer dared to cause trouble.

On the surface, the security in Chengtian City seemed to have improved, but everyone knew that the faint killing intent had not disappeared.

In the study in the backyard of the Cui family business, seven people were discussing how to eliminate Chengtian Sect.

"We've investigated everything about Zhang Yu. He was originally a lowly commoner in Yi County, and his whole family was taken over by a small gang..." Cui Yuan said.

He had investigated everything about Zhang Yu, and the people he sent to Yi County had just returned.

"The most troublesome thing now is that Zhang Yu is Shi Cangyue's personal disciple. Shi Cangyue killed Ye Weishan and Sima Yan in Fengque City for his sake," Cui Yuan said with a worried expression.

"The master just sent word that he doesn't want to get involved in things here. It's not worth offending Shi Cangyue over such a trivial matter."

After hearing Cui Yuan's words, the others also looked worried.

"Our Ye family's head has also sent word that it's not worth it to provoke Shi Cangyue over Zhang Yu," said a manager of a Ye family business.

The remaining people also explained their masters' intentions: they would not concern themselves with the affairs of Chengtian City and would let them handle them, but there was one principle: they could not provoke Shi Cangyue.

"Gentlemen, the profits from medicinal herbs in Chengtian City are a drop in the ocean for the main family, but for us, the collateral branches, we have been operating here for over a hundred years, and we cannot give up this source of profit," Cui Yuan said.

"Brother Cui, do you have any good suggestions?" Everyone looked at Cui Yuan.

"Our Cui family's prodigy, Cui Zhihan, is the personal disciple of the Golden Sword Sect's leader. He broke through to the True Qi Realm two years ago, and he is currently searching everywhere for spiritual items to nourish his dantian," Cui Yuan said.

"I've heard that Wanbaoge will be holding an auction in the Ancient Holy City of the Western Wilderness in a month. There's a 300-year-old Seven-Colored Lingzhi that can nourish the dantian."

"Brother Cui, would you like to ask Cui Tianjiao for help?"

"Yes, Zhang Yu is Shi Cangyue's personal disciple, and Cui Zhihan is the disciple of the Golden Sword Sect Master. We dare not attack Zhang Yu, but Cui Zhihan does."

"Brother Cui, a 300-year-old Seven-Colored Lingzhi Mushroom isn't cheap."

"yes."

"Everyone, if each of our seven families contributes at most one spirit crystal, we can win this Seven-Colored Lingzhi. Think about it, as long as we can continue to dominate 80% of the medicinal herb profits in Chengtian City, we can earn back this one spirit crystal in at most half a year," Cui Yuan said.

"That's true!"

After discussing it for a while, the seven people finally decided to take the seven-colored Ganoderma lucidum and use it to ask Cui Zhihan for help.