Chaotic Times and Disasters: I Hunt Down Martial Arts Masters and Become a God

Fu Qing and the others rested by the river for a day. Although Su Wen's leg injury was deep, the spiritual herbs she had gathered in the secret realm, combined with her own medicinal techniques, had begun to scab over in just one day.

She leaned against a tree trunk, watching Fu Qing practice his swordplay by the river.

"The sixth-generation medicine is still missing three main ingredients," Suwen suddenly said.

"Is it in the secret realm?" Fu Qing sheathed his sword.

"It's available outside, but it would be best if it were available in the secret realm, since the medicine here is more effective."

Suwen stood up and stretched her injured leg, her brow furrowing slightly before relaxing. "Let's go."

Fu Qing glanced at her legs. "Do you want me to carry you?"

"I can tell whether my injury is good enough for me to walk."

Suwen slung her medicine chest over her shoulder and walked past Fu Qing.

Yu Fu followed, carrying his enormous bundle.

"Let's go, my brother."

Fu Qing nodded, picked up his sword, and followed.

...

After walking for a while, the forest gradually receded behind them, and the scene before them made everyone stop in their tracks.

It wasn't the valley or cave they had imagined, but a desert with rolling dunes stretching to the horizon.

The pale golden light still hung overhead, but now it was slightly distorted by the desert heat, making the entire desert look like a painting.

"His painting skills are truly divine..."

Ling Yuxi reached out and grabbed a handful of sand from beneath his feet; the sand slipped through his fingers.

"This isn't a real desert; it was painted by that powerful being at the Dharma Aspect Realm, but the sand, the heatwave, the feel underfoot... it's indistinguishable from a real desert!"

"To create a perfect imitation—that's the skill of a second-grade Painting Master!"

He watched the sand flow away and said, "We martial artists can shatter boulders with a single punch and defeat a thousand armies with a single spear, but we can never create a world like this. Martial arts is just one path in the path of cultivation."

Song Zhiwen unfolded the bamboo slips, and a layer of pale golden Confucian and Taoist light emanated from them, but the light was a little dimmer than usual.

He closed the bamboo slip and shook his head. "The Confucian and Taoist rules here are very weak, much worse than in the outside world. That great master cultivates both martial arts and painting, and is not very friendly to other systems."

He looked around. "But it's no wonder. He created this world himself through painting. He uses martial arts to protect himself and painting to create the world. Other systems are probably unorthodox in his eyes."

Just as everyone was about to head into the desert, the sound of clashing weapons and faint shouts of battle suddenly came from ahead.

"There's a fight." An Sheng gripped the gun barrel tightly.

"It's in Yunnan..."

Fu Qing could already hear the female voice mixed in with the sound of clashing weapons.

He climbed the nearby sand dune in a few steps and crouched down to look in the direction of the sound.

About a hundred paces below the sand dune, Yunnan Zhizheng, along with Xiahou Jun and Gongsun Ming, fought and retreated, all three of them bearing wounds.

Xiahou Jun had a claw mark on his left arm, and Gongsun Ming's clothes were torn open at the chest, with the sheepskin map in his hand already stained red with blood.

They were surrounded by dozens of demons, some with lion heads, some with goat horns, and some covered in scales. Each of them wielded bone knives and spears, and their attacks were fierce and orderly.

Ling Yuxi lay beside Fu Qing, her brows furrowed. "How can there be so many demons?"

"Since the two countries discovered this secret realm, people have encountered the demon race in every single session."

Song Zhiwen unfolded the bamboo slips and lowered his voice, "The Confucian sages have discovered many demon corpses on the outskirts. Some are ancient, and some are from the last few decades. Only we can enter through the main gate, but they have other passages, and there is no limit to the number of people they can enter."

He looked up at Fu Qing and said, "Both countries have investigated several times but haven't been able to find out where the demon race came from. They seem to have some way of bypassing the rules of the secret realm."

"Should we help or not?"

An Sheng turned to look at Fu Qing.

Xiahou Jun was being attacked by two demonic wolves at the same time, and was being forced to retreat step by step. Gongsun Ming's Confucian shield was also teetering on the brink of collapse under the attack of the demons.

Fu Qing drew his cold iron sword, "Help!"

It's not that Fu Qing is a saint, but rather that this deal is very worthwhile.

Killing people still carries some psychological burden, but killing demons is no big deal. Moreover, the four leaders of those demons are all at the ninth level, while most of the others are at the sixth or seventh level, which is exactly the lucrative tier for plundering!

...

Yunnan Zhi protected Gongsun Ming behind him, fighting and retreating. His dark purple outfit was covered in blood. He quickly retreated to the sand dune where Fu Qing was.

A ninefold demon with a lion's head strode towards her, carrying a bone knife.

The lion demon grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white fangs. "Human girls... their flesh must be very tender."

Yunnan's face was pale, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

The lion demon swung its blade down, and Yunnan gritted his teeth, about to raise his sword to block...

But at that moment, a dark blue blade of light slashed down from above the sand dune.

The blade flashed too fast; before the lion demon's bone knife could even touch Yunnan's sword, the blade had already cleaved through his left shoulder and out his right rib.

The fierce light in the lion demon's eyes hadn't faded when its body split in two and it collapsed to the ground with a "bang".

Fu Qing landed in front of Yunnan, the demon blood on the blade still wet. "Are you alright?"

Yunnan stared blankly at the man in front of her, her heart pounding, but she quickly regained her composure and didn't ask Fu Qing why he was there.

"Be careful, they are all experts."

Yunnan watched his retreating figure, panting as she reminded him.

Fu Qing nodded and turned to face the group of demons.

Xiahou Jun clutched the still-bleeding wound on his left arm, staring blankly at the lion demon that had been split in two on the ground.

He had fought this lion before. The lion's bone knife was heavy, and its strength was in no way inferior to his own. In a one-on-one fight, he could only barely win at best.

Fu Qing, with just one strike—though it was a sneak attack from behind—could cleave a ninth-level demon in two with a single blow. He had never seen such explosive power among those of the same realm.

But that wasn't the most shocking thing for him.

What shocked him most was the aura emanating from Fu Qing—the ninth level of the Meridian Opening Realm!

Xiahou Jun's eyes widened in surprise!

He clearly remembered that just a few days ago on the arena, when Fu Qing unleashed his thirteenth strike, his cultivation level was still at the seventh level of the Meridian Opening Realm.

It's only been a few days since he stepped down from the ring?

It would take others at least one or two years to advance from the seventh to the eighth level of the Meridian Opening stage, but he jumped two levels in just a few days.

This can no longer be explained by talent; this is a monster, an absolute monster!

The demons were stunned by Fu Qing's instant kill of the lion demon, and for a moment no one dared to make the first move.

The lead goat demon narrowed its yellow, vertical pupils, sizing Fu Qing up and down. It slammed its bone staff on the sand. "Who are you?"

"The one who kills demons."

The goat demon sneered, gripping his bone staff tightly. "Then you'll all die together."

He led his horde of demons and charged forward again. Fu Qing drew his sword to meet them, engaging in combat with both the sheep demon and another snake demon simultaneously.

Two nine-fold demons attacked from both sides, and sparks from the collision of blades and bone staffs exploded continuously in the desert heat.

【Exceptional】Triggered when attacked by two powerful demons – two enemies, 40% combat power bonus.

[Battle! Awesome!] As Qi and Blood are continuously consumed, they also continue to accumulate.

Even when facing two great demons with nine levels of power, his swordplay remained steady, forcing both demons to retreat half a step with each strike.

"He took on two level nine cultivators by himself!" Gongsun Ming clutched his chest, incredulous.

"Still suppressing them."

Xiahou Jun murmured a reply, recalling his fight with Fu Qing on the arena. Although Fu Qing won, it wasn't an easy victory.

If Fu Qing had used his current ninth level of cultivation instead of the power of the seventh level of the Meridian Opening Realm, he wouldn't have been able to withstand even ten strikes on the arena.

This thought filled him with both fear and relief.

An Sheng and Ling Yuxi attacked from the flank and intercepted the other two great demons of the ninth rank. Yu Fu stood at the back of the group, holding a heart lamp, and used the Vajra Talisman and Buddha light to bless everyone.

Under Su Xue's cover, Su Wen quickly treated the wounds of the three people from Yunnan.

While bandaging his wound, Xiahou Jun kept a close eye on the battle on Fu Qing's side.