I Can Strengthen Infinitely

Chapter 424 - 277: Great Immortal Master Pu Ren

"Overbearing, huh." Qin Yuesheng grabbed Wuyang Zhenren from the ground with one hand. "Seeing your strength is remarkable, and bringing so many people to infiltrate the city by night—clearly you harbor other intentions. I’d rather kill the wrong person than let one go. If you must blame someone, blame yourself for coming to the wrong place tonight."

As Qin Yuesheng slashed down, Wuyang Zhenren’s head flew high into the air. Under the blazing flames of the Heavenly Fire Divine Blade, it burned hot like a fireball.

Whoosh!

Yet at that moment, a beam of purple light suddenly shot out from Wuyang Zhenren’s severed neck. The thing was tiny, and in the blink of an eye, it burrowed into the ground, vanishing without a trace.

Qin Yuesheng frowned. "What was that?"

The purple light was too fast; even using the Biluo Eye to track it, he could only catch a fleeting glimpse of purple.

He quickly dismembered Wuyang Zhenren’s corpse. Since this guy wasn’t a Martial Artist with Inner Strength, Qin Yuesheng didn’t get the Inner Strength Pills he hoped for. Instead, he only found some Daoist classics for calming the mind, and could not help thinking they were useless and trivial.

Seeing their master die by Qin Yuesheng’s blade, his head rolling on the ground and sizzling as it burned, the three disciples, each clutching an iron umbrella, suddenly felt a bone-deep chill. Cold sweat dripped down their foreheads.

Qin Yuesheng advanced with his blade. Without Wuyang Zhenren’s layered protections, the three were no match for him at all. Within a few exchanges, Qin Yuesheng cut them down one by one—they became lifeless souls under his blade.

Meanwhile, five li outside Fengchu City.

A purple beam burst out from beneath the earth. When it settled, it revealed a purple little man the size of a fist. Upon closer inspection, that little man was actually in the likeness of Wuyang Zhenren.

"Unlucky, so unlucky. Not only has my physical body been destroyed, now even my spirit has been expelled." Wuyang Zhenren looked up at the moon and sighed in lament.

Nowadays, the world is ruled by martial cultivation; rarely does anyone tread the Daoist path.

A Daoist cultivates True Qi, just as a Martial Artist reaches the Tenth Layer of the Internal Power Realm before having a chance to touch the Grandmaster Realm.

A Daoist must also nourish body and soul in order to seize the chance at immortality.

Unlike Martial Artists, who perish once killed, Daoists possess a sliver of hope—if their spirit escapes the body, it can become a Soul Cultivator, and perhaps one day, a Soul Immortal.

"That man is ferocious. No doubt my disciples are no match for him either." Wuyang Zhenren sighed.

Now that his body is destroyed, relying on spirit alone, he could no longer aid Wu Bao. With disaster looming, self-preservation came first. Wuyang Zhenren immediately flew north, intending to return to his own cave-dwelling and enter seclusion for a time to restore his spirit.

Wu Bao could have never expected Wuyang Zhenren would die at Qin Yuesheng’s hands. Had he foreseen this, he would never have let Wuyang Zhenren provoke this bringer of death, Qin Yuesheng.

Qin Yuesheng didn’t give tonight’s events a second thought. The group led by Wuyang Zhenren were all Daoists, possessing no Inner Strength, and thus yielded no Inner Strength Pills. He couldn’t help but feel his efforts had been wasted.

With Wuyang Zhenren gone, Wu Bao was as though a man with one arm severed—how could he possibly contend with Cao Mengda?

When the last of Wuyang Zhenren’s tricks ran out, Wu Bao’s forces were no more than a candle in the wind—utterly defeated by Cao Mengda’s army. Wu Bao’s land and troops were all annexed by Cao Mengda, causing the Cao Army’s power to explode, now easily the most dominant in Jiangnan.

In this way, Liu Xian, as the other major power, felt immense pressure. With Wu Bao dead, Cao Mengda’s next target would, without question, be him. Realizing he was far behind Cao Mengda in strength, Liu Xian felt anxious and even considered surrendering to Cao.

Meanwhile, Sanhuang’s forces ran even more rampant. In recent days, they swallowed up much of Liu Xian’s and Wu Bao’s territory, becoming a rising power—second only to Cao Mengda and Liu Xian.

With Wu Bao’s main base broken, Cao Mengda personally rode into the city. News that he executed Wu Bao with the dismemberment-by-five-horses punishment at the city gate was learned by Qin Yuesheng almost immediately through Tai Sui Alliance members.

Although Qin Yuesheng was devoted to advancing his own strength, he was well aware of Jiangnan’s political landscape. His goal was to make Sanhuang King of Jiangnan, but at present, Sanhuang was still too weak.

Without a whole new force joining in, they wouldn’t be able to stand against Cao Mengda. So, Qin Yuesheng set out in person, once more heading to Yangzhou Prefecture.

Liu Xian, the fat morsel that should have been eaten long ago—it’s finally time for him to face his fate.

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Early morning.

Liu Xian was in his own courtyard, practicing a set of Health-Preserving Fist routines.

Although he knew no martial arts, his Health-Preserving Fist moves were practiced with rigor, looking highly skilled.

Suddenly, a young man in a crimson robe walked in from outside the courtyard. Liu Xian felt something was wrong—the Governor’s residence was tightly guarded. How could a stranger he’d never met arrive here without anyone reporting it?

He immediately looked warily at the man. "Who are you?"

"Hahaha, Lord Liu, long time no see." The young man laughed.

Hearing that voice, Liu Xian’s face changed instantly. Though he didn’t recognize this man, that voice was unforgettable.

The highest-ranked figure in the Jiangnan Yellow Turban Immortal Sect—Great Immortal Master Pu Ren!

Pu Ren was odd indeed—every time you met him, you would forget his face within three days, unable to bring his features to mind no matter what.

Liu Xian knew this all too well. He hurried forward to pay his respects. "Immortal Master, you have journeyed far—your presence is an immense honor."