Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

The air in the servants' quarters was filled with a pungent, sour smell of fermented spirit beast excrement.

Three shirtless, burly men approached step by step, their fleshy faces twitching.

Leading the way was a short, fat man with a pockmarked face, carrying a black leather whip soaked in salt water.

Wang Mazi is a low-level servant manager at the outer gate of the Tai Xuan Holy Land.

Although he was only a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining.

But in this cabin full of ordinary people, he was the absolute local tyrant.

"New guy, are you deaf?!"

Wang Mazi stopped less than two meters away from Zhang Huaimin.

He looked Zhang Huaimin up and down, observing his fair and handsome face and Chen Bing's burly physique despite his tattered clothes.

A flicker of jealousy and cruelty flashed in his triangular eyes.

In the world of cultivation, mortal lives are as worthless as grass.

This kind of delicate-skinned boy is perfect for establishing authority and making an example of someone!

"Sending you to lick the dung heap of the Sky-Swallowing Python is an immense honor for a mortal like you!"

Wang Mazi grinned maliciously and suddenly swung the leather whip in his hand.

"Snapped!"

With a sharp crack, the whip lashed out in mid-air, leaving a blur as it flew straight toward Zhang Huaimin's cheek!

If that pull is solid, it could definitely tear a piece of skin and flesh off.

"You're asking for it!"

Chen Bing was furious.

His instincts as a special forces king kicked in instantly, and he took a step forward to block Zhang Huaimin.

A large, fan-like hand suddenly shot out, as fast as lightning, and grabbed the barbed leather whip tightly!

"Um?"

Wang Mazi was stunned for a moment.

He never expected that a mortal with no spiritual energy fluctuations would possess such brute strength.

But he quickly regained his senses, and a more ferocious smile appeared on his face.

"Heh, you've got some brute strength, and you dare to fight with an immortal?"

"Mortals are just mortals; they'll never know how vast the difference is between immortals and mortals!"

Wang Mazi snorted coldly.

He no longer holds back.

He forcefully activated the meager Qi Refining stage true Qi within his body in an instant.

"boom!"

A powerful spiritual aura, as overwhelming as Mount Tai to ordinary people, suddenly erupted from Wang Mazi!

The errand boys who were originally working around them.

Feeling this oppressive aura, they all turned pale with fright and knelt down with a thud, not daring to lift their heads.

This is the power of cultivators!

Wang Mazi looked at Chen Bing with a smug expression.

He was convinced that the next second, this arrogant and burly mortal would...

They would be crushed by their own oppressive power, their bones shattered, and they would kneel on the ground, spitting blood and begging for mercy.

however.

A second passed.

Two seconds passed.

Chen Bing stood motionless in place, like an iron tower.

He even picked at his ear out of boredom, looking at Wang Mazi with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot.

"You...you're just spouting nonsense, are you trying to blow air at me?"

Chen Bing sneered, his tone full of sarcasm.

Are you kidding me!

The vest Chen Bing was wearing was a "nanopolymer bulletproof vest" that Zhang Huaimin had personally fused together!

It can withstand even armor-piercing bullets, let alone this kind of low-level trash pressure?

"This...this is impossible!"

Wang Mazi was dumbfounded; his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

He increased the output of his inner energy, his face turning red from holding it in.

But Chen Bing on the other side remained as steady as Mount Tai.

"Alright, Brother Chen, stop playing with him."

Just then.

Zhang Huaimin, who had been hiding behind Chen Bing, slowly walked out.

He glanced at Wang Mazi, who was covered in sweat and looking utterly bewildered.

"Is this all the so-called immortal master is capable of?"

Zhang Huaimin shook his head, seemingly somewhat disappointed.

"Times have changed, sir."

Before he could finish speaking...

Zhang Huaimin's right hand, which had been tucked into his sleeve, suddenly rose.

A high-voltage electromagnetic tranquilizer gun with an extremely futuristic design, all black, and with a muzzle flashing a ghostly blue light.

It was aimed squarely at Wang Mazi's chest!

This gun was a little self-defense gadget that Zhang Huaimin casually created using the system on the Pangu ship.

Specifically designed for the nervous system of carbon-based organisms, it can output instantaneous high-frequency pulse currents of up to 100,000 volts!

"What kind of hidden weapon is this?!"

Although Wang Mazi didn't recognize a gun, his cultivator's instinct for danger made the hairs on his body stand on end.

He was just about to use his inner energy to dodge.

"Bang!"

Zhang Huaimin didn't even blink before decisively pulling the trigger.

The deafening roar of weapons without gunpowder.

There was only one extremely dull "sizzle" sound, like an electric current piercing the air.

A blue arc of electricity struck Wang Mazi's chest at the speed of light in an instant!

"Well……!"

Wang Mazi's voice was stuck in his throat.

A high-frequency pulse current of 100,000 volts surged wildly into his eight extraordinary meridians within 0.01 seconds!

His Qi Refining Stage True Qi Defense, which he was very proud of.

Compared to this pure, dimensional-reducing physical technology, it's like paper.

It was instantly pierced and shattered!

"ah--!!!"

It was accompanied by a piercing scream that sounded inhuman.

Wang Mazi's body instantly straightened up.

His muscles underwent extremely violent spasms.

His greasy long hair, under the influence of strong static electricity, stood up like an afro!

His eyes rolled upwards wildly, leaving only the whites of his eyes visible.

Large mouthfuls of white foam came out of his mouth.

He was convulsing wildly on the spot, as if he were performing an extremely wild breakdance.

"This...this..."

The two burly men following behind Wang Mazi were completely terrified.

They watched as the once imposing manager turned into a twitching, charred lump in the blink of an eye.

Startled, he fell to his knees with a thud, urinating a few drops.

The current lasted for a full three seconds.

When Zhang Huaimin released the trigger.

Wang Mazi's obese body fell straight backward.

"Bang!"

It slammed heavily onto a wooden barrel filled with spirit beast excrement.

The wooden barrel broke.

He was splashed with foul-smelling excrement, but he didn't react at all and completely lost consciousness.

The entire room fell silent.

The servants kneeling on the ground stared wide-eyed at Zhang Huaimin in utter terror.

A mortal without any spiritual power.

He was holding a strange black iron lump in his hand.

He instantly annihilated the high and mighty "immortal"?!

And he was electrocuted so badly!

This is even more terrifying than a god!

"Spare us, sir! We're just trying to make a living!"

The two burly men realized what was happening and began frantically kowtowing on the ground, their foreheads bleeding from the effort.

At the bottom of this dog-eat-dog world of cultivation.

Strength is the only truth.

Zhang Huaimin ignored the two burly men who were begging for mercy.

He blew away the non-existent gunpowder smoke from the muzzle and tucked the electromagnetic gun back into his sleeve.

"Brother Chen, search him up and see if there's anything good on this 'immortal'."

Zhang Huaimin gave the order in a calm tone.

Chen Bing stepped forward, pinching his nose in disgust.

He rummaged around in Wang Mazi's arms, which reeked of burnt and excrement.

"Huaimin, besides a few shiny stones, there's only this tattered book."

Chen Bing handed Zhang Huaimin several low-grade spirit stones and a thread-bound ancient book with a somewhat tattered cover.

Zhang Huaimin took the ancient book.

The book is titled "Basic Breathing Techniques" in large characters.

This thing is the most common, cheap stuff in the cultivation world; even dogs wouldn't practice it.

But Zhang Huaimin didn't seem to mind; instead, a strong interest flashed in his eyes.

This was the first physical document he had ever come into contact with regarding cultivation techniques!

He turned to the first page.

I just managed to read those few obscure lines of scripture.

Sudden.

The system deep within Zhang Huaimin's mind erupted with an extremely dazzling golden light!

[Ding! Warning! An unknown high-dimensional energy operation model has been detected!]

[This model is classified as: Basic Spiritual Energy Circulation Rules!]

[System parsing process has started...]

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