Bodhisattva, please help me in my spiritual practice!

The copper pot bubbled and steamed, the embers glowing a reddish-brown, radiating heat and dispelling the surrounding winter chill.

Li Shuwen's son brought over bowls and chopsticks.

Ao Peng took a slice of sliced ​​beef, which was cut as thin as a cicada's wing. In just two or three seconds, the meat turned from red to pink in the boiling water. He then coated it with sesame sauce, enjoying both the tenderness of the meat and the aroma of the sauce.

Ao Peng ate to his heart's content, and together with Li Shuwen, they ate a hind leg of meat, though 70% of the meat ended up in Ao Peng's stomach.

Seeing that Ao Peng was eating with great gusto, Li Shuwen put down his chopsticks instead.

As Ao Peng said, he couldn't finish the rest of the meat.

No one can deny the effects of aging. Even though he had reached the peak of the Transformation Realm and had been undefeated in the martial arts world for fifty years, he ultimately succumbed to the weight of old age.

After putting down his chopsticks, Li Shuwen said, "I'm here to see you because Bai Yunsheng from the Green Gang asked me to."

Li Shuwen never held back in his martial arts competitions, and his disciples would never cry and go home to their master after losing. So when Bai Yunsheng brought Li Wencai to visit, Li Wencai immediately saw through Bai Yunsheng's little scheme.

"We should have prepared another coffin for him here, but after thinking about it, I think he doesn't deserve it. He should just be wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into a mass grave. In this duel, no matter who wins, remember to throw this old dog down there."

He made it sound so easy, as if killing Bai Yunfei was a trivial matter.

However, this was indeed a minor matter for Li Shuwen.

Fist is power.

Even though Li Shuwen was no longer able to fight, with his status as the chief instructor of the Fengtian Army, he could crush a hoodlum as easily as crushing an ant.

Ao Peng paused briefly with his chopsticks, swallowed the meat, then grinned, revealing his white teeth, and said, "That makes sense."

After explaining the cause of the martial arts competition, Li Shuwen continued, this time speaking about himself: "I am sixty-two years old. I have enjoyed wealth and honor in my life, and I have enjoyed a house full of children and grandchildren. Logically speaking, I shouldn't drag you into this mess, but I just can't let go of the word 'martial arts'."

As he spoke, he tugged at the collar of his shirt, allowing Ao Peng to see the skin underneath.

The skin above the neck is normal, while the skin below the neck is purplish.

Ao Peng put down his chopsticks and looked at Li Shuwen curiously.

Li Shuwen explained, "The Transformation Realm is the limit of human strength. I reached this level at the age of thirty and have been stuck here for thirty-two years. However, as I cultivate, my own blood and energy gradually decline, and I can't make any progress! Before the age of fifty, I can barely maintain my peak, but after fifty, I can't fight against the wicked heavens."

"However, I did come up with some methods. After learning the Yi Jin Jing, I tried to use the method of cutting off the meridians to keep the blood and qi in my head. Taoists refine essence into qi, refine qi into spirit, and refine spirit to return to emptiness. I was thinking about whether I could trap the remaining blood and qi in my head to nourish my spirit..."

As he spoke, he slowly began to explain his method, from how to test the meridians to how to use force to cut the meridians, and how he had narrowly escaped death several times during the meridian cutting.

After listening attentively, Ao Peng smiled and said, "Master Li is indeed well-versed in Buddhism and Taoism."

Li Shuwen laughed and cursed, "Understand my ass! After cultivating for so long, I've only realized one thing: this path is blocked!"

This path is blocked.

Although Li Shuwen said it with a smile, Ao Peng saw a sense of dejection in this martial arts master for the first time.

However, this dejection was fleeting. The purple hue on his thin, gaunt face deepened, faintly gleaming like precious jade. Although Li Shuwen's path had not been successful, after so many years of research, it was still somewhat miraculous.

"So when I heard that you had mastered the legendary 'Indestructible Vajra,' I was naturally delighted."

As he spoke, he got up and went to get the spear placed next to the hook rack. The spear was nine feet two inches long, and the white waxwood shaft had been polished to an amber patina by his hands. The spearhead was a three-edged armor-piercing cone, which gleamed with a cold blue light under the already rising moon.

"Have you finished eating?"

The art of martial arts cannot be fully explained in words alone. One needs to find an evenly matched opponent and go all out to grasp the subtle changes that occur even at the slightest angle.

Ao Peng nodded.

Li Shuwen continued, "You can still leave now. You can live for a long time. There's no need for you to go through this with this old man. I've never held back in my life, because those who hold back are all dead."

Ao Peng stood up and laughed, "If we leave now, wouldn't we be wasting Master Li's meal of beef?"

Li Shuwen laughed heartily; this kid was becoming more and more to his liking.

The two walked slowly to the center of the courtyard, and Li Shuwen asked again, "Have you left any records of your martial arts?"

Ao Peng took the tiger-head saber from Yi Yuan and replied, "That's not necessary. My martial arts are something that most people can't learn, so keeping it would be useless. Besides, I won't die here."

The two stood at opposite ends, waiting until they were in place.

"Liuhe Great Spear, Li Shuwen."

"Xingyiquan, Ao Peng."

The moment the two announced their lineage, Li Shuwen thrust his spear forward, the snow-white tip pointing directly at Ao Peng's eyes. The light from the gleaming spearhead rapidly magnified in Ao Peng's eyes, filling his entire field of vision.

In any form of hard qigong, no matter how profound the practice, the eyes are a vital point.

An inch longer means an inch stronger.

Ao Peng flicked his tiger-head saber, attempting to deflect the spear.

However, the spearhead seemed to be alive. With a flick of Li Shuwen's wrist, his force traveled down the white waxwood pole, and the spearhead twisted and drilled downwards, no longer pointing at Ao Peng's eyes. It was a feint, intended to attract Ao Peng's attention and force him to swing his knife to defend.

As long as Ao Peng raises his sword, the trajectory of the sword will be fixed. The Six Harmonies Spear is not only strong, but also flexible. Even a single exertion can contain both hardness and softness!

The spear tip was like an embroidery needle, striking the tiger's mouth where Ao Peng was holding the knife with perfect accuracy!

Six Harmony Divine Spear - Shot Fly.

If the force is applied to the tiger's mouth, an extremely vulnerable spot, an ordinary person would have their hand crippled and lose their weapon in an instant.

However, Ao Peng's black zombie form has become increasingly mature, even far surpassing that of ordinary black zombies.

The force at the tip of the spear penetrated the body, piercing the skin. Beneath the skin, countless stiff hairs, wrapped with qi and blood, formed a mysterious yin-yang network, extremely hard and extremely soft, which was also a manifestation of neutralizing force, pulling at the tip of the spear.

A strange force was transmitted through the spear to Li Shuwen's hand. Ordinary people could hardly perceive it, but Li Shuwen had already cultivated to the point where he could sense the cicada's presence even before the wind stirred.

The strange tactile changes on the tip of the spear were like a stab at a pool of swirling water to Li Shuwen. No matter how much sharper the spear tip was, it was impossible to actually pierce through a layer of water!

However, this mysterious change did not frighten Li Shuwen at all; on the contrary, it made him ecstatic!

There really are people who can train their entire body's skin to be both strong and flexible!

Overjoyed at the sight of his prey, Li Shuwen not only did not withdraw his spear, but instead stepped forward, pressing down with his fierce force as if he wanted to pierce Ao Peng's palm before he would stop.

The combined strength of Li Shuwen and Ao Peng caused the white waxwood pole to bend at nearly 45 degrees, while they themselves took the initiative to press towards the tiger-headed saber, not wasting any of their previous strength to defend.

This is already a self-destructive technique, a one-hit kill, just as Li Shuwen said, he never holds back in his attacks.