The Reversal of Heaven Begins with The Smiling, Proud Wanderer

Lin Mu's scream tore through the night sky, his voice filled with deliberately feigned pain and panic.

He gripped Fang Zheng's wrist tightly with his left hand, seemingly using force, but controlling the strength just right. His body deliberately twitched and trembled, as if the meridians inside his body were about to burst at any moment.

Sweat dripped down his chin onto the bluestone slab, splashing up tiny water droplets. The black cloth covering his face was soaked with sweat and clung to his cheeks, making him look even more disheveled.

Fang Zheng gripped Lin Mu's right hand tightly, veins bulging on his forehead, and cold sweat pouring down his face even more profusely than Lin Mu's.

Seeing Ren Woxing's painful struggle, a glimmer of hope rekindled in Fang Zheng's eyes, and he gritted his teeth and insisted, "Demon... today is your death day!"

However, Lin Mu kept calling out, but he just wouldn't die.

Even when Fang Zheng's internal energy was almost completely drained, Lin Mu was still standing firmly.

Seeing that Fang Zheng was about to collapse from exhaustion, Lin Mu also pretended to be on the verge of collapse, his feigned hoarse voice carrying the trembling of someone who had just escaped a disaster: "That was close... As expected of Master Fang Zheng, you were able to see through the flaw in my Star Absorbing Technique. You are truly remarkable."

"So close, so very close, you almost succeeded!"

He paused deliberately, his chest heaving violently, as if he were still calming the turbulent internal energy within him.

The next second, his eyes suddenly changed, as if he was suppressing the surge of true energy. He roared with a ferocious expression, "What a pity! My Star Absorbing Technique has been improved, and my meridians are stronger than those of ordinary martial artists. Your plan... is ultimately a miscalculation."

"I'm not dead, you're the one who will die!"

He raised his voice, which echoed throughout the entire monastery: "Once I've drained your inner strength, I will slaughter every single Shaolin monk, leaving none alive!!"

Like a villain bowing down, Lin Mu activated the "villain dies from talking too much" mode.

This "villain's declaration" was piercingly scathing, and coupled with his previous "disheveled" appearance, it instantly made the surrounding monks realize the truth.

"So the abbot did it on purpose! He wanted to use his internal energy to burst this demon!"

A young monk suddenly shouted, his eyes filled with excitement.

"As expected of the abbot! He was able to see through the flaws in the demonic technique even in dire circumstances!"

"That demon was almost at his last breath!"

"Almost? Then we'll make up for that for the abbot!"

"Abbot, I'm here to help you!"

"Yes! Everyone attack together! Transfer your inner strength to the abbot and let him burst!"

"We cannot let him ruin Shaolin's thousand-year-old foundation! We will live and die with the abbot!"

"Damn it, don't underestimate the bond between us and the abbot!"

Chapter 30: He'll Get Too Full

The angry shouts rose and fell, and hundreds of monks rushed forward, some trying to hold down Lin Mu's limbs, others trying to transfer their internal energy to Fang Zheng.

Even the two elders who had been severely injured earlier struggled to their feet, their eyes filled with determination.

In their view, as long as they added a little more internal energy, they could completely eliminate this terrifying demon.

Looking at this scene of "united as one," Lin Mu's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

This is the effect he wants.

Fang Zheng actively contributed his internal energy, and the disciples even had to "add fuel to the fire." Today's trip to Shaolin is likely to be very fruitful.

Lin Mu deliberately feigned panic and struggled violently, saying, "Don't come any closer, or I'll drain you dry!"

But these "threats" only strengthened the monks' resolve.

They thought that "Ren Woxing" was at his last gasp and would soon collapse!

Scared!

The more the enemy forbade them to do something, the more they wanted to do it, so they all eagerly transferred their inner strength to Fang Zheng.

In an instant, the hundreds of martial artists who had been watching rushed forward like a human pyramid, their palms touching, and quickly formed a human wall starting from Fang Zheng.

The immense internal energy flowed like a hundred rivers converging, passing through the bodies of the monks and continuously pouring into Fang Zheng's body before rushing towards Lin Mu!

"Demon! Prepare to die!!!"

"I'll stuff you until you're stuffed!!!"

The monks roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

The combined internal energy of hundreds of elite monks surged like a mighty river, enough to overwhelm four or five Ren Woxing.

Lin Mu felt a surge of internal energy rushing towards him and was overjoyed.

"Hahaha... They finally fell for it!"

Lin Mu burst into loud laughter, his voice like a dragon's roar.

Before the monks could react, he suddenly increased the suction force, like a roc drinking from the sea.

The combined internal energy of hundreds of monks, along with Fang Zheng's lifelong cultivation, surged towards Lin Mu like rivers flowing into the sea.

It was as if they were connected by a strong static current, making it impossible to let go.

"Do not--!"

"what happened?!"

"He can actually absorb the internal energy of so many people at once? How could his dantian and meridians possibly withstand it?!"

"We've fallen for their trap!!"

Fang Zheng finally realized his mistake, but it was too late.

Including him, all the monks' internal energy was rapidly drained until it was completely absorbed by the side, causing them to collapse to the ground, exhausted.

Having lost their internal energy, these hundred-plus people were extremely weak, as if they had aged ten years in an instant.

The two elders were already very old and had suffered internal injuries. Coupled with their anger and distress, they died on the spot.

In the entire Shaolin backyard, apart from Lin Mu, not a single person could still stand!

Lin Mu's body was filled with surging true energy, and his robes moved without wind.

The combined internal energy of hundreds of monks, along with Fang Zheng's incredibly pure and refined mid-stage innate "Yi Jin Jing" true energy, surged into his dantian like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea.

The Buddhist true energy merged with his own pure yang true energy and heavenly frost energy, forming a golden vortex in his dantian. As the vortex rotated, his meridians were widened like rivers, and his cultivation, which had just stabilized at the late stage of the innate realm, ushered in another breakthrough.

"Om-!"

A powerful aura erupted from Lin Mu's body, causing the air around him to vibrate violently. The dust and gravel on the ground moved without wind, forming a small vortex around him.

He slowly opened his eyes, a flash of brilliance in them – he had achieved the Grandmaster realm!

At this moment, his internal strength was not only incredibly profound, but also combined hardness and softness, and could control hot and cold at will. The protective aura of the "Invincible Vajra Divine Skill" was also strengthened, and the layer of light golden light on his body surface became more and more solid.

Lin Mu flexed his wrists, feeling the surging power within him, and felt quite pleased.

"Devil, you must die a happy death!"

"If you dare to destroy the foundation of Shaolin, Buddha will not let you off. After you die, you will be condemned to the eighteen levels of hell, never to be reborn."

"You beast, if you have the guts, kill me..."

"Pfft!"

The monk who was cursing behind him had his head smashed by Lin Mu's punch before he could finish speaking.

Lin Mu said coldly, "Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish."

He looked around and saw monks lying on the ground, their inner strength exhausted. Some were wailing, some were trembling, and some were staring at him with resentful eyes.

To cut the weeds, you must pull them out by the roots!

"Relax, dizziness is normal, the pain will subside soon."

Lin Mu deliberately imitated Ren Woxing's voice and spoke to people in the distance.

He then punched Fang Zheng in the head, smashing it open.

Then he moved around the field like a ghost.

He moved with lightning speed. To prevent anyone from having their heart on the left side, he smashed their head with every punch, leaving no chance of survival.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

……

The sounds of skulls shattering echoed everywhere, brain matter flew everywhere, and vibrant lives were quickly extinguished.

"No!"

"Don't... don't kill me."

"I don't want to die."

"Help! The devil has killed someone!"

……

The monks, having lost their internal energy, were powerless to resist and unable to even escape.

Some were tough and remained silent even when killed.

But in a large forest, you'll find all sorts of birds; you can't expect everyone to face death with equanimity.

"You lot are just so despicable. You were just yelling for me to kill you, but now that I've actually killed you, you're not happy about it!"

Lin Mu spoke and killed simultaneously, with astonishing efficiency.

A moment later, a strong smell of blood filled the air, mingling with the sandalwood incense of the temple, creating an indescribably eerie atmosphere.

These corpses with their heads blown off were too disgusting, and with monks watching from a distance, Lin Mu did not put them into his system space.

In the distance, a few monks arrived. Upon seeing this hellish scene, some rushed forward like madmen to fight desperately, but Lin Mu grabbed them with a casual palm and instantly refined them.

Many more monks were terrified and fled in all directions, crying out for their parents.

"Ren Woxing killed someone!"

"Ren Woxing killed the abbot!"

……

At this moment, the dark clouds were blown away by the wind, revealing the bright moonlight.

Before long, the entire Songshan Mountain was filled with bald men fleeing in panic.

Lin Mu did not give chase.

Although Shaolin Temple is no longer at its peak, it still has at least a thousand members.

With so many monks scattering and fleeing, it was impossible for him to capture them all by himself.

Moreover, he had more important things to do.

His gaze fell upon the majestic and solemn library not far away.

With its flying eaves and brackets, carved beams and painted rafters, the ancient temple exudes a profound sense of history even in the night.

Most of the martial arts manuals passed down through the Shaolin Temple for thousands of years are hidden here, which is also the foundation of Shaolin.

Since we've become mortal enemies, let's go all the way and offend them completely!

Lin Mu moved swiftly, and in a few leaps, he arrived in front of the Sutra Repository.

Before even entering, several monks rushed out of the pavilion in a panic, each with bulging arms and their robes stretched out of shape.

Some even tied a stack of secret manuals to their belts, running and stumbling, clearly trying to steal the manuals from the library in the chaos.

Chapter 31: Murder and Arson - The Golden Belt

"Hmph, what kind of class do you think you are, daring to try and steal from 'this old man'?"

Lin Mu's cold snort, imbued with the true energy of a Grandmaster, reached the ears of the monks who had stolen the manual, causing their legs to buckle and nearly causing them to collapse.

Before he finished speaking, his black robe fluttered like an ink butterfly's wings, and his figure shot out as a blur. Before the wind from his fist arrived, a chilling current swept through the air.

This wasn't a killing move; it was just a casual release of frost energy that caused fine ice particles to condense in the air.