This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 280 Why aren’t you dead yet?

The punch was powerful and strong, and it was so fierce that it could collapse mountains.

Ma Yu's pupils shrank. Before the fist arrived, the strong wind had already made his breathing stagnate. He couldn't help but feel extremely frightened.

It was too late to dodge at this moment, so he hurriedly placed his hands on his chest, his true energy surged, and he condensed his body-protecting qi, just to block the attack first, and then counter the opponent's moves to turn the game around.

boom!
The tip of his fist crushed the protective true energy, and the remaining force continued to knock away Ma Yu's arms and touched his chest and clothes.

Ma Yu is a master in the Spirit Transformation Stage and holds power over the second house. The clothes he wears are also extraordinary. They are a body-protecting robe that is invulnerable to swords and guns, and immune to water and fire. When used for defense, it is like the golden bell and iron cloth shirt of a Buddhist master, which can block a full-strength attack from a master in the Spirit Transformation Stage.

Hiss!

The rag-and-bone streamer threw away a bell!

The precious robe was shattered, and the force of the fist penetrated into Ma Yu's body. The terrifying force was like a raging dragon, venting to his limbs and bones, breaking his meridians. The violent force penetrated his body, tearing the clothes on his back and raising a puff of blood-colored mist.

Ma Yu's body was suspended in the air, his eyes were white, blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, and he was knocked unconscious by a punch.

After a brief suspension, he flew out like a cannonball, smashing the wall of the private room behind him, and fell out of Ting Feng Ya Xu and landed heavily on the street.

boom!
There was a loud bang, dust flew up on the street, and a human mark was left on the stone ground.

Ma Yu collapsed in the pit, his clothes torn and covered in blood. He held on with all his might, his head buzzing, and he lowered his head and coughed up blood.

The pedestrians on the street were frightened by this sudden change and fled in all directions. Some people in the distance leaned out to look but did not dare to get close. Within a few breaths, an orderly wall of onlookers was formed.

The windows of the Tingfengyaxu room were opened one by one, and the guests were whispering to each other. Someone recognized Ma Yu and exclaimed in surprise.

"Isn't this Master Ma from the second branch of the Feng family? He is a master in the Spiritual Transformation Stage!"

"No way, did you recognize the wrong person? He was clearly beaten like a dog, how could he be a strong man in the Spiritualization Stage?"

"No, it's almost the end of the year, and I even treated him to a meal!"

"Who is so powerful that he could beat Ma Yu like this?"

"Who should be so bold? This is Yanfeng City, the territory of the Feng family."

In the private room, Xiang Yuan waved his hand in disdain, as if he was throwing away a rag: "You are a traitor who can't even stand when you are beaten, and you still want to bite your master. How dare you do that?"

The five innate stages were dumbfounded, standing there like minions, not knowing what to do.

Feng Wenshu's beating was like hanging a painting. Even a strong man like Ma Yu was knocked away by one punch. If these minions got in on the fight, wouldn't they be integrated into the world on the spot?

What should I do? Is it too late to invite him to dinner now?
Xiang Yuan was a kind-hearted person. He couldn't bear to see them in trouble, so he swept his arm horizontally, clenched his five fingers, and grabbed them one by one. He punched each of them and lined them up neatly on the street.

Five kites with broken strings flew backwards and crashed heavily onto the street, leaving a hole for each kite.

boom!
Xiang Yuan held the Rouge Sword at his waist, jumped down, and used the thousand-pound weight method to break the blue bricks on the street when he landed.

I don't mean anything else, just trying to show off.

Look, gravel is flying, dust is rising, and the momentum is overwhelming. The image of the great master has become more complete.

Thinking of Su Ran Jian Zun who watched people through the crack of the door, Xiang Yuan wanted to learn from him... He couldn't learn this, so he changed to show people with his nose, and hooked his finger at the distraught Ma Yu: "The broken limbs of the Spiritual Transformation Stage can still be regenerated. With your body, you won't be paralyzed by a single punch. There are so many neighbors watching, don't embarrass the Second Branch of the Feng Mansion, get up and fight again."

The sound was not loud, but for some unknown reason, the onlookers heard it clearly and were curious about Xiang Yuan's identity.

From what he said, it seemed that this was an internal fight within the Feng Mansion and a brawl in the street.

Hey, if you say that, we won’t be sleepy anymore!
Amid the eager gazes of the onlookers, Ma Yu stood up unsteadily, his face as pale as paper and his eyes full of disbelief.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't understand how a useless guy whose cultivation was wasted more than ten years ago could come back with such amazing skills after traveling outside for more than ten years.

This shouldn't be the case. According to historical records, people like this often die on the road. Why is it like this for other families, but different for the Feng family?

"Impossible. After your serious illness, all your martial arts skills were destroyed. It's impossible for you to be so powerful?"

"A frog in a well doesn't know how vast the mountains and seas are. Let me tell you, nothing is impossible in this world!"

Ma Yu didn't come, Xiang Yuan strode towards him, insisting on carrying out his foul mouth to the end: "Don't always find reasons in others, think about whether you have worked hard to cultivate, reflect on your salary, bah, reflect on whether your cultivation has improved."

Ma Yu still felt some pain in his body. Hearing this, he felt angry and furious, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"How dare you twist your mouth!"

There was a gleam of light in Xiang Yuan's eyes, and the true energy in his body surged violently. Without even drawing his sword, he just clenched his fists and walked towards Ma Yu.

He used a method of releasing his original spirit, and a terrifying and oppressive feeling like a tsunami spread out. Every step seemed to step on everyone's heart. The momentum was like a mountain pressing down, suffocating, and the onlookers were so shocked that they shouted "WTF!"

Yanfeng City is a martial arts-loving city and it is also a large territory of the Tianjian Pavilion. There are many warriors and masters among the onlookers. Immediately, a Xiantian-stage warrior stood up and pointed out the cultivation level of Xiang Yuan, a powerful warrior in the Shenhua-stage.

This is the effect you want!

Under Xiang Yuan's forced manipulation of the atmosphere, Ma Yu felt as if many eyes were staring at him, like a thorn in the back, and felt extremely humiliated.

He couldn't believe that Feng Wenshu, the useless guy who ran away from home, had become uncontrollable.

That punch just now must have been a trick!
Yes, it was clearly him who attacked first. If we confront him head-on, I don’t have to be afraid of him!

Thinking of this, Ma Yu waved his hand and a Qingming sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The sword is like autumn water, cold as winter, with the sword tip flashing with cold light, surrounded by colorful clouds and emitting yin and yang energy. It is obviously a rare magic weapon.

With the magic weapon in hand, Ma Yu was full of confidence. He began to worry about the consequences of killing Feng Wenshu in the street. He squinted his eyes and said, "Feng Wenshu, this sword is extraordinary. If I draw my sword, your life will be in danger. Don't force me!"

"Hahaha, I should be the one saying this, don't kneel down and force me to do this!"

"court death!"

A fierce light flashed in Ma Yu's eyes, and his sword rose like smoke, forming a force like thousands of hanging green trees. As his momentum grew, layers of sword light swirled around and fell like rain, with a sharp whistle shaking the air.

As expected of a powerful man in the Spirit Transformation Stage who came from the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, his swordsmanship was truly impeccable. With one swing of the sword, hundreds of sword lights appeared, real and unreal, disappearing without a trace. The setting sun was colorful, and it was like a dream, yet filled with murderous intent.

Ma Yu used the phantom of sword light to calmly deliver a sword. It seemed like an ordinary attack, but it passed through the gaps between hundreds of sword lights and stabbed towards Xiang Yuan's forehead.

With this sword as the sharp edge, hundreds of sword lights came one after another, and the sword shadows turned into a vortex of sword blades, as if one sword swept away all the swords and returned to its origin, and the sword column swept down with the force of a waterfall.

"Feng Wenshu, if you don't want to die, get out of the way!"

"Fancy..."

Facing this fierce sword force, Xiang Yuan stood still, too lazy to dodge, letting the tip of the Qingming sword touch his forehead, and taking the magic weapon's sword with his flesh. The hundreds of sword lights that attacked him shattered one by one the moment they touched his body, turning into tiny specks of light that dissipated in the air.

"How is this possible? What did you do?" Ma Yu was horrified.

Xiang Yuan looked serious, breathing lightly through his nostrils: "Believe your eyes, I didn't do anything. It's just that your sword is too blunt, or in other words, your swordsmanship is afraid of me and you don't dare to use the sword against me."

He really didn't do anything, but the scabbard tattoo on the back of his hand flashed.

That's it.

How could Ma Yu believe it? His whole body's true energy surged, and he thrust out with all his strength with the long sword in his hand, shouting, "Break!"

Clang! !

The sound of metal clashing was loud, the surging sword light was layered, and the white sword light whistled down, instantly submerging Xiang Yuan's figure, leaving a series of criss-crossing sword marks in the air.

However, after the sword light faded, Xiang Yuan was still standing there calmly. It couldn't be said that he was completely unharmed, but it could be said that the corner of his clothes was not even lifted at all.

Ma Yu's eyes were filled with horror, and he was speechless, as if he had seen a demon from hell. He was so frightened that he forgot to retract his sword and just pointed it at Xiang Yuan's brow.

"You've finished breaking it, now it's my turn to break it."

He raised his hand and grasped the blade of the Qingming sword, pressing down with his five fingers, using the scabbard to protect his body. He was not afraid of the sharpness of the sword, and he had natural supernatural powers that no one could match, and he forcibly snatched this magic weapon in his hands.

"My sword."

"It's mine now."

The long sword in Xiang Yuan's hand hummed and vibrated. It was the object of Ma Yu's dual cultivation of life and death, and it was his fundamental magic weapon. It housed the primordial spirit and had many wonderful uses. At this moment, it was mobilized by Ma Yu and was eager to return to its owner.

Unfortunately, I can’t go back.

With her delicate body, how could she resist the natural strength of the athlete? She was held by Xiang Yuan and could not escape. She could only cry out in pain to her master for help.

"break!"

Xiang Yuan opened his eyes wide, and his terrifying soul pressed down with several crisp sounds, breaking the soul restriction in the Qingming sword, severely damaging Ma Yu's soul and taking the sword away from him.

"Wow!"

Ma Yu was so angry that he vomited blood. Just as he was about to say something, he heard Xiang Yuan's contemptuous ridicule.

"It's just a normal piece of stuff, not even 90% new. It's not worthy of my soul mark. Take it home and give it to your servants as a reward. You can chop wood from now on."

"You are going too far!"

Xiang Yuan casually picked up the sword in his hand, and when he saw Ma Yu rushing to snatch it, he was so angry that he didn't even have a decent move, and just raised his hand and punched him.

The fist penetrated the body and came out.

Xiang Yuan's punch cheered Ma Yu up, and he said something from the bottom of his heart: "What a bummer! I thought you were so powerful, but you treated me to a meal and set up a trap, wasting half a day of my time..."

After saying that, he waved his hand and threw Ma Yu to the ground like trash, digging a new hole. Ma Yu lay on his side in the hole, his mouth twitching in pain.

"You're still crooked!"

Xiang Yuan was furious and rushed forward to throw another punch. With a bang, dust flew up in the air and the onlookers on the entire street shuddered in fear.

This time, Ma Yu’s mouth was no longer crooked. Both his soul and body were severely injured. He kicked his legs and fainted.

Xiang Yuan was too lazy to take any more looks. His true energy surged, and the blood on his hands disappeared. He turned around and strode away, leaving behind a mess, astonishment in the streets, and the legend of Feng Wenshu's return as a king.

"Feng Wenshu...he is the third young master of the Changfang family!"

"The third young master of the Feng family, didn't he run away from home? When did he come back? And he has become so powerful?"

"It's really strange. More than ten years ago, he was rejected by Miss Wang, and he lost all his face and became a laughing stock."

"It's incredible. I heard that the Wang family's daughter has already reached the Spiritual Transformation stage. The third young master has mastered his magical powers. He will definitely knock on the door and forcefully marry her. He will bring her home, lock the door, and beat her three times a day."

"Ah, you know this too?"

"Yeah, look at the back of the Third Young Master, he is so domineering, how can he bear this grievance."

"The Wang family is also one of the Five Heavenly Sword Sects. They have a master in charge and are much more impressive than the Feng family. I'm afraid this won't work..."

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Feng Mansion.

Xiang Yuan returned leisurely, deliberately not taking the carriage, so that the news of Ma Yu's defeat could spread for a while.

The effect was so outstanding that when he returned home, the several Feng family members guarding the gate lowered their heads and looked submissive, not daring to even breathe.

Xiang Yuan walked in without caring about his relatives, and soon met two good-for-nothing brothers.

"Third brother, I heard that you beat Ma Yu like a dog in the street, is it true?"

"How can it be false?"

Xiang Yuan threw the long sword he had snatched onto the ground, and said disdainfully: "He is a guy named Ma, and he is much worse than me, who is named Feng. I want to beat him, but I can do whatever I want."

"..." x2
I'm also surnamed Feng. If someone surnamed Ma wants to beat me up, it's useless even if I have two extra characters! x2
Feng Wenyu and Feng Wenyuan looked at each other in bewilderment. The third brother had gone on a long journey and had become a stranger after returning. Not only had his cultivation improved greatly, but he was also able to beat up Ma Yu from the second family in the street. They had never seen anything more outrageous than this since they were young...

Oh, really, I just saw it.

"Third brother, someone in the inner room wants to see you, you'd better go in."

"Who is this? How dare you put on airs in front of the future head of the family?" Xiang Yuan said dissatisfiedly.

"Uh, your dad."

"Bullshit, your father is dead!"

"..." x2
Seeing the two of them being silent, Xiang Yuan realized that they had already taken off their mourning clothes. His heart skipped a beat, and he had an ominous premonition. He lowered his voice and asked, "What's going on? Are they faking their deaths?"

What have you been through over the years to be able to talk about filial piety with such ease? x2
The two brothers shook their heads and asked Xiang Yuan to go inside to talk so as not to keep the head of the family waiting for too long.

Xiang Yuan walked into the house with a frown on his face, feeling extremely confused. According to the information provided by Senior Brother Tongming, Feng Jiahe had passed away a long time ago, but he suddenly resurrected from the dead... Could it be that he was faking his death and putting on a show to catch him in one fell swoop? Because his performance was too outstanding, he chose to sit up in shock while dying?

Damn Ben Xin Dao, he didn't even investigate whether the person was dead or not, but sent his own junior brother to go undercover. It was really like telling a joke at a funeral, it was so hilarious!
Xiang Yuan cursed in his heart, wishing he could kill this stupid master and disciple together.

He walked into the house with a frown on his face. What he saw was an old man with a gaunt face, white hair and a beard. He had some similarities between his eyebrows and those of the three Feng brothers. He must be their biological son, not some fake and shoddy father.

He had just gotten up and was still wearing his shroud.

"Xiao San, you're back." Feng Jiahe looked Xiang Yuan up and down, his face full of fatherly love, and he was quite satisfied.

Who are you calling the mistress? You are the mistress!
Xiang Yuan could bear this injustice. In the mourning hall, the dead were the most important, so he just knelt down without caring about anything. But now seeing the lifelike Feng Jiahe, he felt quite unhappy.

The throne of the head of the family is gone.

"Father, why aren't you dead yet?"

Xiang Yuan returned the question immediately. Seeing Feng Jiahe's eyes twitching slightly, he changed the subject and said, "My child means, how come you are still alive?"

"Why, you're not happy that I'm still alive?"

"As long as my father is alive, I am no longer the head of the family. How can I be happy when I think about having to endure another three or two years of hardship?"

Xiang Yuan forced himself to smile and said, "Don't be angry, father. I have always been outspoken, which is my strength. As an elder, you should be happy to have a junior like me who speaks his mind."

Feng Jiahe frowned when he heard the words of filial piety. He sensed Xiang Yuan's displeasure and the alienation in his words, so he didn't say much. He put his hands behind his back and said, "My Feng family has been heroes for generations. All our ancestors were famous. Now, a few insignificant family scums dare to bully the eldest branch. Do they really think I can do nothing about them?"

Wang Xiaoer's New Years are getting worse every year. It's the same for all big families. There's nothing to worry about.

Xiang Yuan rolled his eyes. The mission had changed and there was a big problem with the intelligence. He was ready to harvest the experience packs and leave.

After all, Feng Jiahe is Feng Wenshu's biological father. He dares to say that he can hide the truth from his two brothers who have the art virus spread all over their bodies, but he dares not guarantee that he can deceive Feng Jiahe.

"Xiao San, I won't hide it from you. I am not pretending to be dead this time. I acquired a magical skill in my early years. After years of accumulation, I finally made a breakthrough. I was resurrected from the dead, emerged as a butterfly, and crossed the bottleneck that has troubled me for many years. I have now reached the level of a master in the Tongyou period."

Feng Jiahe's voice was deep and powerful, as if carrying an indescribable majesty.

He slowly turned around and looked at Xiang Yuan. He had a tall and straight figure, his eyes were as sharp as torches, and there was a faint flow of true energy around him. His aura was ethereal and elusive. He was right in front of him and yet far away in the horizon, as if he could fly away on a crane at any time.

Grandmaster of the Tongyou period!
Xiang Yuan's heart skipped a beat. The old man's eyes looked strange. Could he have seen through something?
Feng Jiahe's heart also skipped a beat. Among his three sons, only Feng Wenshu was unruly. He didn't give him a good look when he entered the door. He showed his cultivation as a master of the Tongyou period, and his eyes became even more weird. Could he be wearing something?
The two of them stared at each other, feeling guilty, but there was some filial piety between them.

Feng Jiahe spoke first, "Xiao San, although I am not dead, I am also dead. It is not good to suddenly come back to life with such a big show. Among the three sons of the eldest house, you are the most outstanding and can inherit the position of the head of the family."

"But now that you're dead, what's the point of telling me all this now?"

"I will now draft a suicide note and stamp it with the seal of the head of the family. You can then suppress the disobedient fourth branch with thunderous means. It will be legitimate and reasonable, and you will be the head of the family."

"Is this true?"

"Why did I lie to you?"

"..." x2
Xiang Yuan showed doubt on his face. Feng Jiahe's resurrection was really strange. There must be some secret. He looked doubtful for a moment and then nodded: "In this case, I will follow my father's arrangements."

Feng Jiahe also felt something was amiss. While drafting a suicide note, he pretended to be curious: "Xiao San, tell me what you have experienced outside these years. How did you become so powerful?"

"To be honest with you, father, I relied on three skills to get by in the outside world: seducing my second sister-in-law, betraying my eldest brother, and selling out my brothers. It took me a lot of blood and tears to get to where I am today." Xiang Yuan recounted "My Struggle". Ji Boli composed the lyrics and patted his chest to ensure that they would be useful.

"..."

"I went to the tomb seven or eight years ago and got a good thing. I had my blood and marrow cleansed, and was born with supernatural powers. That's why I have the possibility to rebuild."

"Go down to the tomb..."

Feng Jiahe narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Could it be that my son has inherited the legacy of the Soul Guarding Sect? From what I have heard from my father, the Soul Guarding Sect is not a good place to go."

"Father, you're overthinking it. Can I do such a despicable thing as tomb robbing?"

“That’s true…”

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On the other side, at the residence of the second branch of the Feng family, Mr. Feng.

In front of the hall, six seriously injured Xiantian-stage cultivators were lined up in a row, and the pharmacist in the mansion was busy feeding them elixirs to heal their wounds.

In the hall, four old men with similar brows were sitting. Except for Mr. Feng, behind each of them stood a son-in-law with a noble aura and good looks.

Under the oppression of the foreign enemy "Feng Wenshu", they no longer talked about who would be the leader and became loving to each other again.

On the bench beside the round table, Ma Yu's face was pale. Thinking back to the battle just now, he said with lingering fear: "Feng Wenshu is extremely powerful and invulnerable to swords and spears. He should have refined a magic weapon with extremely strong defensive power... Or maybe he abandoned his sword and became a disciple of some Buddhist sect."

"In your opinion, can we work together to drive him out of Yanfeng City?"

"After all, Feng Wenshu is the third son of the eldest son of the family, and the legitimate third young master. If we were to quarrel with him, we would inevitably be criticized."

Ma Yu's eyes sparkled: "It's difficult to drive him out of Yanfeng City, but I have a plan. If all the brothers join forces, it won't be easy for him to become the head of the family."

"What's the plan?"

"The Feng family is one of the five branches of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion after all. The sword is passed down from generation to generation. How can the head of the family not understand the principles of swordsmanship?"

Ma Yu's face turned pale and he smiled: "Although he has a sword, he never drew it out. He just relied on his fists without any moves. It's obvious that he is trying his best to hide what he has learned. He thought he didn't reveal any flaws, but I can see clearly that he abandoned his sword skills in his early years and practiced other martial arts. We can make use of this and kill him with one move."

"Brother Ma has good foresight. In this battle, Feng Wenshu is doomed. It is clear that you have won."

"Tomorrow, no, wait until I recover from my injuries for three days, and then we will go to his house together, bringing along those elders who are just eating and waiting to die, and invite him to duel with swords in public..."

Ma Yu gritted his teeth and vaguely saw the scene of revenge. He said happily: "If he doesn't obey, or loses, or uses the unique skills of other sects, he will not be worthy of being the head of the Feng family."

"Brother Ma is brilliant, this is a great idea!"

"High and hard!"

“Hahaha——” x4
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