A Guide to Surviving the Mysterious Dungeon and the Twelve Talismans

The martial arts tournament will officially begin in three days, and the deadline for registration is before sunset this afternoon.

Furthermore, the martial arts tournament is not limited to martial artists from Yunfeng City.

Instead, it was jointly held by three cities within a radius of hundreds of kilometers.

It is held every three years, with the venue changing each time, and this time it is Yunfeng City's turn to host it.

The Martial Arts Tournament is the grandest and most prosperous event held every three years among the three cities.

Martial artists from even further afield have heard of its reputation and come to participate, and it can be said that the number of participants increases with each event.

The martial arts tournament is becoming increasingly famous.

Furthermore, two more county-level cities joined this year, turning it into a five-city battle for supremacy.

As a result, the city is now more populated and bustling.

Sure enough, the inn where Zhou An was eating was full.

This forced Zhou An to leave after finishing his meal and continue searching for a place to stay.

Zhou An searched five inns before finally finding one with a room.

"Sir, you've come at just the right time. A guest just checked out."

"However, this is a top-tier establishment, one tael of silver per night. Would you like it, sir?" The innkeeper smiled at Zhou An.

Without even blinking, Zhou An took out ten taels of silver and slammed it on the counter: "Give me ten days' worth."

"Alright, sir, but could you please wait a moment? We just checked out, and the waiter still needs to clean up."

When the shopkeeper saw Zhou An generously offer ten taels of silver, he immediately became extremely obsequious.

"Okay, then bring me some tea first, and some desserts." Zhou An nodded slightly.

"Alright, Xiao Chunzi, get a seat." The innkeeper hurriedly called out to the waiter in the distance.

"Sir, this way please." The waiter immediately ran over to offer Zhou An a seat.

Zhou An sat in the corner, drinking tea and eating snacks that didn't suit his taste.

Ancient food was barely palatable.

About 15 minutes later, the waiter called Zhou An upstairs, where the room had been prepared.

"Hmm." Zhou An nodded slightly and followed the waiter upstairs.

Just then, a large group of people walked in.

The leader was dressed in a magnificent brocade robe with gold embroidery on the edges, and a dark jade beast hung at his waist.

His every step exuded an air of superiority.

This man was about twenty years old, with a fair complexion, but his eyes and brows carried a hint of arrogance and ferocity.

His gaze swept across the noisy inn lobby, his eyes filled with indifference, completely disregarding everyone.

Behind this man were seven or eight strong men, all dressed in short, tight-fitting clothes, with straight backs and fierce auras.

It's obvious at a glance that he's a martial artist of considerable strength.

There was also an old man with a fierce face.

Beside the man was an extremely beautiful woman, whose eyes were almost identical to the man's.

The once bustling lobby instantly fell silent.

"Young master, are you here for a stay or a meal?" The innkeeper, seeing the group's appearance, immediately trotted over, his face full of flattery.

The man glanced at the innkeeper and said indifferently, "This inn is reserved for me. Everyone, including those in the guest rooms, must leave within 15 minutes."

As soon as the man finished speaking, a guard stepped forward, took a money bag, and tossed it to the shopkeeper: "This is five hundred taels."

Upon seeing this, the innkeeper trembled: "Young master, it's not that I'm unwilling, it's just that we have quite a few guests staying here, including many martial artists at the Meridian Opening Realm..."

The innkeeper really wanted to earn those five hundred taels of silver, but he knew he couldn't understand the martial artists who had already moved in.

"Meridian Opening Realm? Heh, everyone, get out of here immediately." The man's gloomy gaze swept over everyone in the hall.

Seeing this, some ordinary diners dared not say anything, simply wiped their mouths, and hurriedly left.

Even the few martial artists who witnessed this situation left without saying a word.

"Kid, why aren't you leaving? Do you want me to throw you out?" Guard Wang San glared fiercely at Zhou An.

"I searched several inns and finally found a room. You're telling me to get out?" Zhou An really didn't want to go through any more trouble.

Because of this martial arts tournament, the inn is almost full.

It would take Zhou An a lot of effort to find another room.

“This handsome young man has quite a temper. Let’s strip him naked and throw him out,” the woman suddenly said.

"Since Miss has spoken, then I must offend you." Wang San grinned maliciously and strode towards Zhou An.

Zhou An remained expressionless. As the other party approached and waved, Zhou An kicked out.

"Pfft!" Wang San spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and then crashed into Wang Bei, the man behind him.

Wang Bei remained expressionless upon seeing this.

But then another guard stepped forward, reaching out his hand to try and catch Wang Er.

The guards only felt a tremendous force approaching.

"Pfft!" He also spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward.

At this moment, Wang Bei remained expressionless.

An old man stepped forward and, with a gentle nudge, caught the two guards.

“Young Master, this person’s strength is at the Meridian Opening Realm,” the old man said.

"Unblocking meridians? Heh, Uncle Zhang, strip him naked and throw him out." Wang Nan chuckled.

"Yes, Miss." Zhang Quan replied and was about to make a move.

"Break both legs too," Wang Bei added.

"Yes, young master." Zhang Quan paused for a moment, then strode towards Zhou An.

Chapter 118 Painful Howls

"Fighting is prohibited in Yunfeng City. Are you sure you want to fight me?" Zhou An said calmly.

"It's just a dilapidated rural town, how dare it interfere with the Wang family of our prefectural city?" Zhang Quan sneered and slapped Zhou An with his palm.

Zhou An could sense that Zhang Quan was a fourth-level True Essence Realm martial artist.

His blood and qi surged, and he could probably kill Zhou An with a single move.

However, Zhou An cannot be described by common sense.

Zhou An simply raised his hand and pointed, then said softly, "You'll fall."

The sound was very soft, so soft that almost no one could hear it.

A muffled "thud!"

As expected, Zhang Quan immediately sat down on the ground.

He was a little confused. How did he fall?

The next instant, Zhou An placed his hand on Zhang Quan's body.

Zhang Quan reacted instantly and grabbed Zhou An's right arm with his other hand.

"Got you?" Zhang Quan grinned maliciously.

But the next second, a shrill scream rang out.

"Ah ...

He has completely lost all fighting ability and mobility.

The endless feeling of his limbs being torn apart constantly washed over his reason.

The Pain-Storing Bracelet is no joke; it stores the pain of Zhou An's limbs being severed day and night.

If it weren't for the Bracelet of Insensitivity, Zhou An would probably have been in excruciating pain.

At this moment, Wang Bei and Wang Nan's expressions finally changed.

I became somewhat frightened.

"What did you do to Uncle Zhang?" Wang Bei forced himself to calm down and questioned him.

"Uncle Zhang is a master of the True Yuan Realm, yet he was no match for you. Are you also a martial artist of the True Yuan Realm?" Wang Nan asked in alarm.

Zhou An didn't say anything, but simply raised his right leg and kicked Zhang Quan away.

Zhang Quan landed on the street outside the door, still groaning in pain, seemingly unaffected by being kicked away.

"Waiter, lead the way," Zhou An said to the waiter.

"Ah? Oh, okay, young master." The waiter seemed to wake up from a dream and led the way shakily.

Zhou An swaggered upstairs with the waiter.

Wang Bei and Wang Nan looked at Zhou An, not daring to make any move.

Uncle Zhang, who was protecting them, was a mid-stage fourth-order True Yuan Realm cultivator, yet he couldn't even withstand a single move from Zhou An.

After Zhou An disappeared, Wang Bei and Wang Nan hurriedly left with their men.

They first checked on Zhang Quan's condition.

But they found that Zhang Quan was completely unharmed, yet he was screaming in an extremely pitiful manner.

His voice was even a little hoarse, and his whole body was still trembling.

The people around also instinctively gathered around to watch the spectacle.

Wang Bei dared not linger here and led his men straight to the nearest clinic.

Inside the inn.