Chapter 244 (2)

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Our Discord Server: .gg/PazjBDkTmW Fist against fist! With sheer force, he tore through Qiao Mu’s strong blood-colored energy with a single punch that hit Qiao Mu’s face. A huge force made Qiao Mu’s fist and wrist bend backwards, causing his fist to strike his own chest like a hammer. Then his glowing iron fist moved with great force, piercing through Qiao Mu’s chest and fist, twisting and deforming the bones. "See that," he whispered. "How can flesh and blood withstand metal and iron?" He stood up straight, his eyes coldly scanning the audience below the execution ground. "See that, my unparalleled hard work and martial arts skills… Of course, I am a martial artist, while Qiao Gui is the imposter." He finished speaking, lifted his head, and looked at the watery screen in the sky. In the watery screen, there was a scene of Qiao Mu leaping into the sky, as if in the middle of a full moon, a sword spreading out like red ink, killing Dao Xu. The scene showed Qiao Mu using Martial Arts to defeat Great Dao Sect disciple, Dao Xu. Outside the screen, Qiao Mu died under King Qin’s strong punch and fell to the ground. Qiao Gui, the soldier, passed away at the age of 215. Searᴄh the Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The common people at the market square watched this scene unfold, feeling a shiver down their spines. King Qin claimed that the Qiao family member who trespassed into the execution ground was pretending to be from the Qiao family, but was actually collaborating with evil beings, saying that the water curtain in the sky was the work of these evil beings. However, the Qiao family member argued that the idea of using martial arts to achieve enlightenment was a lie, and that everyone, including King Qin, were followers of the Taoist path, colluding with the Great Dao Sect! Should they believe King Qin, or the Qiao family member who practiced martial arts to fight immortals? The crowd’s eyes flickered, unsure of what to believe. "I think I’ll trust King Qin. After all, he was appointed as king by the emperor," someone whispered, though not entirely convinced. "King Qin has done a lot for us, while this Qiao family martial artist, despite his reputation, is just an imposter as King Qin mentioned," another person added. People tend to believe in what benefits them rather than the harsh truth. If King Qin is fake, controlled by the Immortal Gate Great Dao Sect like a puppet, then the situation is really hopeless for Martial Saint… After the silence that fell upon the martial arts world following his death, a newcomer appeared, only to be told now that everything is fake? Some chose to believe in King Qin and obediently followed the soldiers under his command, leaving the market square. A few others gritted their teeth and frowned in the crowd, harboring doubts about King Qin. But in reality… whether they believe or not doesn’t matter. King Qin is someone who only believes in himself and doesn’t give them a choice. He took a large bow from one of his soldiers, pulled back the bowstring, and aimed at the watery curtain in the sky, letting an arrow fly. The arrow pierced through the watery curtain, but to King Qin’s dismay, it only rippled slightly before returning to its original state. "How can this magic be broken?" King Qin was puzzled. He couldn’t figure out how to dispel this illusion in the short term or uncover the cultivator behind it. So… he quickly made a decision. The Message Jade Talisman in his hand glowed, and he had informed the Immortal Gate behind the scenes. Now this matter obviously had slipped out of King Qin’s control, continuing to insist would end badly. Not long after. The Message Jade Talisman in his hand glowed again, signaling the response from the Great Dao Sect’s immortal leader. King Qin held onto the Message Jade Talisman, looked down, and his expression suddenly became blank for a moment. The order from the Great Dao Sect’s immortal leader had arrived, it was a simple sentence. Close the city, kill people. "The immortal leader of the Great Dao Sect sees things clearly," King Qin pondered. Dead people can’t talk, killing someone to keep them quiet is the simplest and most direct way. King Qin initially tried to come up with excuses to justify his actions, relying on his reputation gained over time to persuade the people to believe him. Now he suddenly realized… there was no need to go to such lengths. He looked down at the square below, bustling with people. Among them were refugees from various provinces of Zhong, as well as martial artists drawn to King Qin’s fame… but none of that mattered. King Qin turned around. Behind him, twenty towering generals stood ready, waiting. These people were all former martial artists of the 3rd rank in the Spiritual Refining Period from Zhong Province… With King Qin’s reputation, the Martial Arts League quickly expanded and attracted many martial artists to join. "And now… If no other Qiao family member shows up, then this matter will end here," ordered King Qin, his gaze coldly sweeping across the entire market. He was still thinking about the Qiao family member who had once tried to kill him, trying to find out if the Qiao family member still existed. Twenty tall and sturdy generals approached step by step, their footsteps heavy and loud, each footfall almost making the street tremble slightly, imposing a mountain-like pressure. Ordinary martial artists were no match for these Taoist soldiers specializing in Spirit Refining martial arts, as they were butchers specifically created by the Immortal Gate. Even the 1st rank of Spiritual Refining Period, using techniques such as the "Eye Sword Technique" to attack their minds, could not harm these knives and spears made from immortal materials. "If you choose to trust King Qin, then you must be prepared to pay the price for your choice." "If we had realized sooner that King Qin was suspicious, and escaped earlier, perhaps we could have survived…" Li Gongde and Star Xuan Envoy stood in the shadows, watching the scene unfold. ………………………………. Opening his eyes, he found himself in a dream again. At that time, Qiao Mu was still at the execution ground, but there was nobody around, as if he was the only one left in the whole world. Two lines of words slowly drifted down from the sky. Winning and losing are common in warfare, The hero, please start over As Qiao Mu’s mind stirred, these two lines of words immediately disappeared without a trace. "How many years will I be sentenced this time?" Qiao Mu felt a little nervous and couldn’t help but rub his hands. Killing Dao Xu was satisfying at the moment because he enjoyed it. But if given the choice, he definitely wouldn’t want to go to jail, after all, he had endless life and a long future ahead. Today, since everyone knows he killed Dao Xu and defeated Iron Wolf, it’s likely that his Death Assessment will be high. People are contradictory and hypocritical. Sometimes they want to show off, but when faced with real danger, they can’t help but feel regret. With a thought, the Ouroboros Long Life Lock in his mind sent a rush of information into his brain. Death Assessment for this time: A (Using Martial Arts to Defeat Immortals) Lifespan consumed by death: 80 years (16 x 5) (remaining: 80 years) Remaining resurrection chances this week: 3 out of 5 Current age: 215 years old Energy level: 19% Skills: Limited ……………………………….. 80 years? Qiao Mu looked up at the sky and his face turned green. Even though his actual age was 215 years due to memories of martial arts training in his dreams, the total age of his past and present lives was actually around 20 years. And 80 years? This is basically equivalent to the lifetime of a mortal… and many people don’t even live to be eighty years old. "Is this the price of immortality?" Qiao Mu felt the Ouroboros Long Life Lock in his heart, looking at the words "immortality" on the lock, feeling slightly confused. Although he had spent two periods of five years in his dreams before, the difference between five years and eighty years was as huge as the difference between a weekend and summer vacation. Initially a young man in his twenties when he entered the dream, after living through eighty years in the dream, he had truly become a hundred-year-old man. "When I wake up from my dream, my physical age is 295 years old." This number made Qiao Mu silent once again. Ancient feudal dynasties in history lasted less than 300 years from establishment to destruction. This means Qiao Mu’s age is already comparable to a dynasty. "Which sneaky cultivator is secretly plotting against me, causing me to receive an A rating? I will definitely expose him when I resurrect, strip off his disguise, and must slap his face." Qiao Mu takes a deep breath. He is a bit conflicted, wanting to show off, but also not wanting to receive a high rating leading to imprisonment in the dream… but this is already a fact. Apart from the eighty years of dream hardships looming in front of Qiao Mu, there is actually another challenge. Decline in vital energy. Xumi Mountain King Sutra is a way to keep your energy strong. It is Hai Wuya’s idea to help people keep their energy levels up as they get older. After practicing Xumi Mountain King Sutra, Qiao Mu’s energy levels seemed to be dropping on the surface, but actually, they were staying balanced as Qiao Mu progressed in the practice. His energy stayed stable as he slowly got older. At the age of 215, Qiao Mu’s energy levels dropped to 19%, influenced by his practice of the complete Long Life Fist Sutra. If there really was a 215-year-old person who had never practiced martial arts, their energy levels would probably be below 10% of what they were in their prime years. This means they would be much weaker than normal people, and even standing and walking would be very difficult. "Xumi Mountain King Sutra" and the complete "Long Life Fist Sutra" … maybe it’s worth trying if these two different practices can be combined and become one. Eighty years is a very long time, and Qiao Mu was trying to keep busy.

Chapter 244 (2)

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