Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

The Bureau of Imperial Sacrifices was an official department dedicated to plundering rare and precious treasures from across the land for the emperor, wielding immense power.

A random dispatched envoy, in charge of the procurement of flowers and stones in a region, could use the banner of "imperial decree" to act arrogantly and domineeringly, causing widespread resentment among the people, and making local officials afraid to offend him.

Wang Zheliu's father was one such flower and stone enthusiast.

"snort."

The old man, whose temper was as fiery as fire, was most intolerant of such concerns and scoffed.

"What bullshit about a branch of the Wang family, with a fortune of 100 million?"

A wanderer of the martial world, experiencing the joys and sorrows of life!

Does this mean he's allowed to set fires and plot, but we're not allowed to light lamps and fight back?

Just because his family is rich and powerful?

joke!"

"Young Li is highly skilled in martial arts; you still need to worry about him so much."

He was used to being alone and had never been afraid of anything. He was quite disdainful of these people's hesitant attitude, which made the monks and Taoists feel a little resentful.

Their concern stemmed from good intentions.

Gong Xiaoshang, quick-witted, immediately smoothed things over.

"What Senior Liehuo said makes sense."

However, it's better to avoid trouble.

This Wang Zheliu is trying to harm us, hoping to outmaneuver us. Brother Li Fu is also eliminating this threat for us.

She looked around at everyone.

"This is deep in the desert. As long as we who are here today keep our mouths shut, who will know who killed Wang Zheliu and what caused his death?"

How about we agree that this matter will never be leaked?

Those present were all men of the martial world, quick-witted and outspoken, well aware of the implications, and they all nodded in agreement: "Miss Gong is right!"

"That's exactly right!"

They all agreed not to divulge a single word.

"Okay, in that case."

"No one is to divulge even a single word of what happened today."

The old man with the raging fire glared, his eyes flashing with a fierce light as he scanned the crowd.

"I have always despised treacherous people who go back on their word."

"No matter where he hides in the world—if he doesn't keep this to himself, I'll smash his stomach open and make him regret ever being born!"

His murderous intent was palpable, and no one doubted his resolve.

"There's no need for that, gentlemen. If there is any retaliation, we'll deal with it as it comes."

Li Fu smiled calmly, seemingly unconcerned.

A true man with superb martial arts skills has nothing to fear from the gnashing teeth of his enemies.

Besides, as long as he continues to punish evil and eliminate wickedness, his martial arts skills will become even stronger in the future. If he is still hesitant and timid in doing things, he might as well go home and grow sweet potatoes.

Just as the old man of the Fiery Blaze said, just because the other party has power and influence and can hire assassins, does that mean we should just sit back and wait to die, letting them scheme against us?

His gaze shifted to the pile of eerie, dried-up corpses, his expression turning serious as he drew everyone back to the most pressing matter at hand.

"Let's not talk about this anymore, let's look at the corpses instead."

Let's see what kind of people are behind this and why they killed these people.

Know yourself and the enemy.

We're about to enter the heart of the desert, and we could encounter the same attack at any moment!

"Young Master Li is right!"

"The bodies of these people may serve as a warning to us, so that we can be wary of the wicked hands of the person behind the scenes."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately tensed up and headed towards the group of eerie, dried-up corpses.

Looking at these dried corpses again, the horror and chill that had just been suppressed by Li Fu's killing of Wang Zheliu surged up in everyone's hearts once more.

Especially considering that just a short time ago, these people were still incredibly alive, and they had met them before, looking fierce and menacing!

In just one or two days, this place deep in the desert has been transformed into a horrifying sight, as if it had been dried up for countless years!

The wind howled, sweeping over the withered and pitiful corpses.

The more I looked at it, the more eerie it seemed, sending chills down my spine and making my hair stand on end.

Li Fu approached, his gaze sweeping over each corpse from head to toe, and gradually noticed something unusual.

Extending a finger, I gently ran it across the neck of one of the mummified corpses, where two clear, deep blood holes were clearly visible!

His eyelids twitched, he stood up, and said in a deep voice.

"These people turned into mummies not because they were exposed to the wind and sun for many years and dried up by the desert."

Look, their skin, though dry and shriveled, hasn't yet loosened or cracked; it's still quite firm… It's more like their entire bodies have had too much blood drained away.”

"Sucking human blood?!"

A Sichuan swordsman cried out in alarm, his voice trembling, "What kind of monster is this? Could it be that a vengeful ghost is really killing people?"

I've never heard of anything so brutal.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, and even the Old Man of Fiery Flames frowned.

The fear of the unknown is even more terrifying.

Murder and bloodsucking?

Li Fu looked around at everyone.

"Gentlemen like you are all well-versed figures in the martial world; have you ever heard of anything similar?"

The monk Zhitong clasped his hands together, his brows furrowed with solemnity and doubt.

"Amitabha.

Such a situation is something I, a humble monk, have never heard of before.

Seeing its death reminded me of the Yakshas described in Buddhist scriptures, who could fly, were incredibly strong and swift, had terrifying appearances, and could drive people mad and intoxicated with their loud cries, causing them to lose their minds.

They especially enjoy drinking human blood and absorbing human essence, even to the point of eating human flesh and blood.

As he spoke, he frowned in thought, as if recalling some deeper record, "The scene before me does indeed bear some resemblance to what the Yaksha did..."

Indeed, these mummified corpses before us seemed to have been killed in an instant with lightning speed, and combined with the fact that they had been drained of their blood, it was very much like the work of a yaksha or vengeful ghost.

The scene before us is bizarre enough.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Tongzhou shook his head with a wry smile: "Master, let's put aside the talk of ghosts and monsters for now."

Yakshas are monsters and evil spirits widely circulated in Buddhist scriptures; they are merely ghost stories.

He turned to Gong Xiaoshang, "Cousin, I remember you mentioned something about a mysterious sect in Xiangzhou called the Flying Corpse Sect. Those who master its evil technique, the Flying Corpse Divine Skill, are like living corpses, possessing immense strength, leaping like the wind, impervious to swords and spears, and are bloodthirsty as to die for it..."

"The Flying Corpse Cult?!"

"Does such an evil skill exist in the world?"

The four swordsmen of Sichuan and the disciples of the Soul-Slaying Claw exclaimed in surprise, finding it unbelievable.

Li Fu's heart also stirred.

Invulnerability to swords and spears seems to be a very powerful evil skill?

And he also likes to suck people's blood?

The old man with the raging fire stroked his beard and replied, "I think I've also heard of a kind of evil martial art that can turn people into living corpses."

Gong Xiaoshang nodded and affirmed, "It's really good."

However, the conditions for practicing this skill are harsh; it must be done in a dark place, away from the sun.

Those who master this technique will have strong and tough bones, making them difficult to injure with swords and blades. However, they will become extremely afraid of light and heat. If exposed to sunlight for a long time, their skin will fester and ooze pus, just like wax exposed to intense fire!

And here…”

She looked around at the boundless, scorching desert, her meaning self-evident.

"This vast ocean, scorching hot like a furnace, is a deadly place that is a path to certain death for those who cultivate the Flying Corpse Technique. They have no chance of living or doing evil here."

This seemingly possible conjecture was rejected.

A moment of silence fell over everyone.

Although the Flying Corpse Divine Skill was ruled out, it made everyone realize what was going on.

Why would a perfectly healthy person suddenly develop a liking for drinking blood?

This must be a necessary step in practicing a kind of evil skill, or a drawback caused by a drastic change in temperament resulting from practicing a certain evil skill.

"Vampire drain, evil magic..."

Li Fu seemed to be deep in thought.

The reason why these people turned into dried corpses in just one or two days has become clear, but there is still one thing that greatly puzzles everyone and leaves a lingering shadow in their hearts.

So how were these people killed?