Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike.

The sound of bones cracking was extremely piercing. Zhou Cang was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a pile of sandbags.

As it landed.

The flesh and bones have turned to mush.

The sandbag exploded with a loud bang, and fine sand rained down from the sky.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Sun Jiuzhen launched a sneak attack, firing nine poison needles simultaneously to seal all of Li Xin's vital points.

Li Xin didn't even turn his head; with a flick of his sleeve, the gust of wind reversed...

All nine poisoned needles shot back and accurately pierced Sun Jiuzhen's chest.

It pierced his heart.

The black water, like fine silk, passed through his back and shot straight up seven feet.

The poison gas immediately attacked the heart.

Sun Jiuzhen didn't utter a sound and immediately fell silent.

Su Yuanchun drew his soft sword, and three elusive sword shadows darted towards him.

Li Xin gently lifted two fingers, firmly gripping the sword tip. With a slight exertion, the steel sword tip snapped inch by inch.

Immediately afterwards, a palm struck his chest with the force of a mountain, causing him to bend over and fly backward...

While still in mid-air, three vertebrae of the spine protruded from the skin and flesh. After falling to the ground, the body convulsed and then became still.

On the execution platform, the executioner's command arrow was mostly shattered, his lips trembled incessantly, and his legs had long since gone weak and bent uncontrollably.

Li Xin walked slowly past him, his fingertips slightly raised, and an invisible force sealed his throat.

The executioner couldn't utter a single word before his neck twisted into a bizarre arc, and he died on the spot.

The executioners below the stage instantly knelt down, their foreheads pressed tightly against the wooden boards, their bodies trembling violently, not even daring to raise their heads.

Li Xin bent down and gently picked up Tan Shaoyang's head, wiping the yellow dust off his face with the back of his hand, his movements gentle yet solemn.

Then he turned around and walked up to Wang Wu, quietly handing it over.

Wang Wu remained kneeling, looking up at the familiar face before him, his lips trembling slightly, choked with emotion, unable to utter a single word.

Li Xin sighed and said in a deep voice, "You will walk the last leg of his journey in his place."

Wang Wu took the head, carefully wiped it clean with his sleeve, and gently put it back on the neck of the corpse.

He then tore off his outer garment and gently wrapped it around Tan Sitong's body, protecting his loyal and unyielding spirit.

He slowly rose, holding Tan Sitong's body, and walked slowly toward the end of the long street, his steps neither fast nor slow, calm and solemn.

Wang Jingya followed closely beside him, reaching out to help him, but he turned away.

He immediately instructed the镖局 (bodyguard agency) staff to wrap up the bodies of the other people and carry them out of the city.

Master Zhao, supported by his apprentice, followed. His right arm was swollen and black, while his left hand still tightly gripped the last remaining iron gall.

Black Tower was carried on a stretcher, his broken ribs secured with a scabbard, and his breath was faint.

Zhou Dashan walked at the back, leaning on half a gun barrel. Blood was streaming from the wound on his thigh, and with each step he took, he left a bright red bloodstain on the bluestone slab.

In the corner, Chu Huan collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted, his eyes unfocused, repeatedly muttering, "It's none of my business, I'm just following orders..."

They were already terrified.

Li Xin slowly stepped forward, squatted down, and quietly gazed into his panicked and dazed eyes.

He gently placed his palm on the top of his head, the pressure light, yet carrying an irresistible sense of judgment.

"If you, the executioner, don't die, wouldn't we all become a laughing stock?"

As the palm strike erupted, a faint cracking sound came from the top of Chu Huan's head, his eyes completely lost focus, and his life force vanished in an instant.

Li Xin stood up and casually waved his hand, unleashing a powerful surge of energy that swept across the surrounding area.

The hundreds of soldiers hiding on the street were all blown away and lay scattered all over the long street.

A great wail erupted, and they were completely rendered incapable of fighting.

The hustle and bustle faded away, leaving the entire long street deserted.

Dots of pale red energy slowly rose from all parts of the long street, densely packed and scattered like fireflies floating on a river on a summer night, gentle yet resilient.

There are more than two hundred dishes in total.

It drifted gently, gathering around Li Xin and seeping into his body.

Every strand of faith carries warmth and comfort, like invisible fingertips gently soothing his meridians and flesh, nourishing his body and mind.

In addition to the usual pale red spiritual energy, there were seven more condensed golden light spots.

Its texture is thick and heavy, rising slowly and steadily, like a ginkgo leaf gently drifting down to the water's surface.

Wang Wu, Wang Jingya, Master Zhao, Heita, Zhou Dashan, and two unnamed heroes who came to see them off.

Golden faith power rose from the seven people.

Li Xin didn't know what they were thinking, but at this moment, he didn't want to engage in any cold-blooded scheming.

All he knew was that these loyal men might fight to the death because of a single word he said in the future.

Li Xin didn't say much.

They simply boiled a few bowls of talisman water and gave them to the wounded to drink.

We bought a few more jars of wine, some roast chicken and cooked beef, and drank with them at a pavilion outside the city as a farewell gesture.

Standing outside the pavilion, watching Wang Wu and his group gradually disappear into the distance, the river at the ferry crossing gurgled, and the bleak evening wind scattered a desolate scene.

Li Xin withdrew his gaze and turned back.

As darkness fell, Li Xin returned to Li Garden.

Zhuang Hongxiu waited at the door early in the morning. When she saw the familiar figure in a blue robe at the alley entrance, her shoulders, which had been tense all day, suddenly relaxed.

She stood quietly inside the threshold, and after he stepped into the courtyard, she gently closed the gate.

She looked down at her palms, her nails digging deep into two crescent-shaped marks, with tiny streaks of blood seeping from her skin.

She didn't wipe her hands, but quietly tucked them into her sleeves and silently followed Li Xin into the courtyard.

Li Xin walked straight into the study, while Zhuang Hongxiu stopped outside the door.

"No need to prepare dinner tonight. Keep the courtyard gate closed and do not open it to anyone who comes to visit."

Li Xin spoke to her with his back to her, his tone calm.

"Yes."

Zhuang Hongxiu softly agreed, turned and left. When she reached the corridor, she paused slightly, suppressing all her concern, and quietly retreated.

Li Xin sat down at the desk and took out a small silver bottle from his pocket. It was something he had extracted from Ming Xin and contained a full 120 taels of pure dragon energy.

Uncork the bottle, and a rich, pure golden dragon aura gushed out, slowly seeping into your meridians with your breath.

He couldn't wait to open the Great Circulation and push his cultivation one or two steps forward.

This time, he wasn't going to wait any longer.

The Impermanence Institute has been doing something all along; if they don't take the initiative, things could easily get out of control.

Then why not take the initiative and test the waters?

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Chapter 199 The Secret Chamber, Carnage (Please Subscribe)

The dragon's energy seeped into the meridians like a trickle.

The vast and powerful true energy within the meridians immediately reacted.

The quietly flowing stream seemed to come alive at this moment.

Cheers, leaps, and splashes of water...

As the waves of true energy appeared, a mysterious and powerful force was generated, merging into the true energy and giving this ethereal aura a greater depth and sharpness.

10 taels of dragon energy.

50 taels of dragon energy.

100 taels of dragon energy were injected...

As the dragon energy was injected, the true energy grew stronger and stronger, faintly shimmering with light.

The Yongquan acupoint on the Foot Shaoyin Kidney Meridian is the first to loosen.

The bone-chilling cold that had lingered for years first cracked with fine lines under the influence of the dragon's energy, and then crumbled layer by layer.

Immediately afterwards, the blockage at the elbow crease of the Hand Jueyin Pericardium Meridian was also suddenly cleared, and the fingertip Guanchong acupoint of the Hand Shaoyang Sanjiao Meridian was opened at the same instant.

The last three dead ends of the twelve meridians have now been cleared.

A complete Grand Circulation was formed within the body...

True Qi flows from the Dantian along the Ren meridian to the Baihui point on the top of the head, then flows down the Du meridian, passing through the Dazhui, Mingmen, and Weilu points, circling the body once.

boom……

All twelve acupoints of the twelve regular meridians are illuminated.

Like a sky full of twinkling stars.

Li Xin felt his internal energy surging wildly with every breath, as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

Within his inner vision, the babbling brook instantly transformed into a wide canal, its profound and hidden power concealed within, growing almost ten times stronger at this moment.

"Just by connecting the last three meridians, the difference in true qi is so great? Not only has the quantity increased tenfold, but the quality has also improved a lot."

"If I hadn't used the [Qi Recovery] talent before, I could fight for a minute by fully circulating my true qi. Now, the output is greater, the power is stronger, and I can last even longer."

Each move is deadly; the fight should last at least seven or eight minutes.

At this point, the true energy circulates continuously throughout the body, and when fully utilized, it can sustain a prolonged battle to a certain extent, thus truly becoming a regular fighting force.

"Combined with my beast-like, powerful physique, I am now terrifyingly strong."

Li Wu slowly clenched his fist, and a crisp, fine cracking sound came from his palm.

He felt the true energy gathering in his palm, transforming his entire hand into a powerful and sharp alloy steel, and he let out a long sigh.

The immense pressure that had been pressing down on me like a mountain finally eased a little.

In this way, even the great formation inside the palace could be tried to break through.

At least, there's finally some assurance that I can save my life.

Since the foreigners from various countries could not break through the palace's great formation head-on, their top-tier martial prowess must not be that strong either.

Even if they team up to plot against me, it doesn't necessarily mean they can do anything to me.

Why is it only now that I feel truly safe?

"You can't blame me for being overly cautious. No matter the era or the world, there are always people better than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding. We must never forget that."

I don't know what level of spiritual cultivation the members of the Ansar Papacy possess.

Do those Onmyoji from Japan actually have even stranger and more powerful methods?

It's always good to be extra careful.

"However, being more careful is not about being timid. Some things you have to try, and some people you have to compare yourself to to understand their strengths and weaknesses."

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The moonlight outside the window bathed the entire courtyard.

The knocking sounded again, this time from Zhuang Hongxiu, whose voice carried a hint of unease: "Young Master, Doctor Yang is here."

Li Xin was slightly taken aback, but then he realized what was happening.

She was referring to Doctor Yang from Huichuntang.

Speaking of which, he was her maternal uncle.