Chapter 68 - 67: Cold Pool Fog Python! White Tiger Carrying a Corpse!

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Chapter 68 of "Realm-Hopping Martial Master" commences with: Chapter 68: Chapter 67: Cold Pool Fog Python! White Tiger Carrying a Corpse!The Fog Python. Ranked... Don’t miss the next part!

Chapter 68: Chapter 67: Cold Pool Fog Python! White Tiger Carrying a Corpse!The Fog Python. Ranked 27th on the Da Jing Dynasty’s Third-tier Exotic Species Beast List. It grows to thirty meters in length and spews fog upon reaching adulthood. The python’s meat is delicious and known to strengthen vital organs. It often dwells in cold, deep mountain ponds, where Heaven and Earth Treasure Medicine grows nearby. When consumed by Refining Internal Realm Martial Artists, the medicine’s power penetrates to the marrow, guiding them directly toward the Realm of Blood Renewal. The information from the Exotic Species Beast List flashed through his mind. Qiu Yushan narrowed his eyes. He climbed the mountain with a saber in hand, his strength bursting outward from his body. He had never expected, after being demoted from Yongning County to Pingling County, to encounter an immature Fog Python in these vast mountains by a stroke of luck. I’ve waited ten years, and finally, the day has come, he thought. I will slaughter this vile beast, eat its meat, and consume the Heaven and Earth Treasure Medicine. The Realm of Blood Renewal... is now within reach! Although Pingling County was remote, the mountains were high and the roads long. All Martial Artists who entered the mountains died, and not a single commoner from the villages below was spared. Who could possibly know that I’ve received such a grand opportunity! Qiu Yushan’s vital organs thrummed like thunder; he was no ordinary Refining Internal Realm Martial Artist. This Fog Python had only just reached adulthood. As long as my methods work, he mused, slaughtering it will be a trivial matter. At this moment, the fog above the great mountain remained thick and unrelenting. A few Martial Artists had reached their destination with utmost speed. The chilling aura was striking. Not a blade of grass grew here. Only rocks of various sizes were scattered about. "Brother Zhao, you’re quite fast." "Heh, Brother Li, you’re not slow either! Let’s split up and search!" The two exchanged glances and immediately separated. According to the map, the token was nearby. Zhao Li could hardly contain his excitement. He moved slowly, eyes narrowed, meticulously searching every corner. Once I find the token and catch the County Magistrate’s eye, I’ll learn new Martial Arts. Forget the Stone Skin Realm; even the Iron Skin Realm will be within reach! He searched under every stone, terrified of missing the token. Zhao Li was completely focused when suddenly, it seemed as if something emerged from the water behind him. He spun around, only to see the fog, as thick and indiscernible as ever. Just as he thought it was a false alarm, the fog before him slowly dissipated. An unforgettable scene unfolded before his eyes. A massive python head emerged from the cold pond, most of its body submerged. The exposed portion alone was three zhang long. Palm-sized scales, like iron armor, evenly covered its body, so immense that several people could not have encircled it. A pair of sinister, terrifying vertical pupils gazed coldly at him. Even though Zhao Li had practiced martial arts for many years, the sight left him frozen in place. The giant python flicked its tongue out swiftly, sweeping the stunned Zhao Li into its mouth. "Brother Zhao, I found it, hahaha—" As the Martial Artist surnamed Li laughed maniacally, he was suddenly seized, as if bound, and sucked into the python’s mouth. One person. Two people. Forty people. Every Martial Artist who reached the vicinity of the cold pond was instantly swept up by the python’s tongue. Each one, like a potent Qi and Blood tonic, was swallowed into its belly. Before a third-tier Mutant Beast, Skin Grinding Realm Martial Artists were no different from ordinary people. With its every breath, the dense fog spread. The scent of the sachet, carried by the gentle breeze, continually floated around. Unwittingly, the once-vibrant giant python seemed to grow drowsy. It floated lazily on the cold pond, the speed of its fog-breathing slowing. It’s time, Qiu Yushan thought. Watching the fog gradually dissipate from a distance, Qiu Yushan’s lips curled into a cold smirk. Everything is unfolding exactly as I anticipated. He took a step forward. In just a few dozen breaths, he charged, saber in hand, and burst forth from the dense fog! The cold pond! The Fog Python! One saber strike! Qiu Yushan’s killing aura was chilling. I wield a saber, he thought, a blade I’ve kept hidden for ten years! Beneath the massive python head, his figure appeared somewhat small. But under the gleam of his blade, the Fog Python—which devoured Skin Grinding Realm Martial Artists as if they were ants—instinctively dodged. It was as if it sensed a terrifying presence. BANG! Sparks flew. The long saber struck the Fog Python’s back. Its enormous body twisted and writhed, and the Fog Python could not help but let out a painful, shrill hiss. At that moment, the entire mountain forest shook as if by an earthquake. Its scales tightened. As it inhaled and exhaled, all the mist gathered instantaneously, brewing in its mouth. The white mist transformed into thick, grey vapor arrows that shot out. PFFT! SWOOSH! BOOM! Trees in the distance, struck by the vapor arrows, snapped in half one after another. Qiu Yushan executed several movement techniques to dodge the swift and deadly vapor arrows, his long saber chopping down again! BANG! BANG! BANG! In just a quarter of an hour, Qiu Yushan had inflicted multiple wounds on the python’s skin, a hide that ordinary swords and spears could not pierce. Amidst agonizing hisses, crimson blood flowed from the Fog Python’s wounds. It dyed the entire cold pond red! "Beast! Die!" With a great shout, Qiu Yushan concentrated all his strength into one slash, aiming directly at the Fog Python’s abdomen! The Martial Artists near the cold pond had long since been devoured by the Fog Python. No one could witness the horror of this slash. It was like a thunderous bolt from the heavens. PFFT! A long wound was torn open along its abdomen! His power radiated outwards; Qiu Yushan did not pause for a moment. Slash! Chop! Hack! The Chaotic Wind Saber Technique in his hands had already reached Perfection. With each slash, chaotic winds arose! BANG! The huge python’s body could no longer withstand such fierce attacks. It collapsed heavily to the ground, evidently gasping its last breath. By then, Qiu Yushan also seemed to have exhausted all his strength. Even though this Fog Python had only just reached adulthood, it had still entered the third tier, completely surpassing an ordinary Refining Internal Realm Martial Artist! His ability to achieve this was seventy percent due to his own strength; the other thirty percent came from his meticulous preparations and strategy. His sachet contained mesmerizing grass, specifically to counter Mutant Beasts. The amount he brought, enough for dozens of Martial Artists, would be effective for a while. "Cough..." Just as Qiu Yushan relaxed his mind, ready to claim his prize, a coughing sound came from behind him. "The Da Jing Dynasty’s territory is vast. Even in the remote Border Lands, His Majesty has eyes and ears." "Qiu Yushan, after ten years in Pingling County, do you truly believe you are the law itself?" Chou Hai? Qiu Yushan abruptly turned. Upon seeing the newcomer, a cold laugh escaped him. The master of a mere Martial Arts Hall, only at the Bone Forging Realm. Even now, after such a fierce battle and drained of strength, I am not someone a mere Bone Forging Realm Martial Artist can mock. The Refining Internal Realm means strength infuses the vital organs, all strength transformed into True Strength. The difference between True Strength and ordinary strength is greater than the chasm between a martial arts apprentice and a true Martial Artist! He tightened his grip on his saber, preparing to cut Chou Hai down as well. I’ve already indirectly caused the deaths of so many Martial Artists and an entire town of commoners. Killing one of His Majesty’s supposed informants means nothing. Besides, that’s just Chou Hai’s claim. The truth of the matter is still unknown. As his strength began to surge, he heard Chou Hai, standing steadily opposite him, let out a long sigh. "I had originally intended to report Sir County Magistrate’s actions to His Majesty and await His Majesty’s judgment." "Now, it seems this old man must act first and report later." "This saber is named ’White Tiger Carrying the Corpse.’ County Magistrate, perhaps you would care to witness its power." Chou Hai suddenly drew the large saber from his back. A power that fully matched Qiu Yushan’s erupted from him! Astoundingly, he too was at the Refining Internal Realm!

Chapter 68 - 67: Cold Pool Fog Python! White Tiger Carrying a Corpse!

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