Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 175, 174 Turns of the Iron Wheel, Mighty and Powerful

Huang Chang was taken aback again.

He himself was a wanderer in the martial arts world in his early years, and the filter of being carefree and unrestrained has long been shattered.

The so-called "people of the martial arts world" are nothing more than ordinary people with stronger martial arts skills.

Those who are greedy will still be greedy, and those who are cunning will still be cunning. In some ways, these people are even more troublesome and ruthless than ordinary villains because of their superior martial arts skills.

Even decades ago, when he was still in his prime, he was one of the few people in the surrounding area with exceptional internal organ skills, and many people would come to him seeking his help.

Back then, he maintained the same affected manner, and when he arrived at his destination, he didn't miss a single opportunity to extort or demand bribes.

It sounds bad to bully the weak, but who doesn't do it?

I've seen people who are decisive and efficient before, but this guy who was handling the case didn't try to raise the price, didn't flaunt his power, and didn't even dismount.

Huang Changdu suspected that as soon as he revealed the beast's whereabouts, the other party would immediately rush off.

"Village Chief Huang, where is that demon located?"

Li Cunxiao frowned, sensing the other party's weakened energy and wondered if this person had been beaten so badly by demons that he couldn't even think straight.
"Please forgive me, brave man," Huang Chang said, regaining his senses and quickly ordering his servants to prepare the horse.

Li Cunxiao rode ahead, while Huang Chang carefully held the reins, trailing behind by half a body length, and explained the situation of the demons.

Behind the two, many villagers hung back from a distance of several dozen steps.

"That beast was driven here half a month ago, and it was at least five or six zhang tall."

"It looks like a fish, but it can move freely on land and occupy the clear water river outside our village."

"Perhaps because it was injured by the county government's experts, that beast hasn't shown itself much. It wasn't until a few days ago that Old Man Xu's flock of sheep in the village was devoured. If this continues, it might not be long before it comes ashore and eats people."

Upon hearing this, Li Cunxiao stroked his chin, and images of many fish demons flashed through his mind, all of which he had seen in the Sutra Repository of Tiangu Temple.

The village chief, Huang, didn't provide much information, and even less of it was useful, but he had anticipated this.

Compared to these independent individuals, those from the imperial court and major sects have less of a foundation and less of a fighting ability; their main advantage lies in their experience and knowledge.

Without complete and systematic training, these martial artists who grew up in the countryside rely only on the experience passed down from their ancestors, resulting in a very narrow knowledge base and making them easily at a loss when faced with unfamiliar situations.

The martial artists of sects and the imperial court are different. They have a complete training system for everything from cultivation and combat to demonic diagrams, medicines, minerals, and even wilderness survival.

Behind this lies the accumulation of experience over hundreds or thousands of years by tens of thousands of people; the differences between them are immeasurable.

"Oh, right, that beast's face does look somewhat human. The day it went into the water from the shore, it scared the villagers half to death."

Seeing that Li Cunxiao remained expressionless, Huang Chang felt uneasy, thinking that the information he had provided had not satisfied the other party.

After racking my brains, I finally came up with something new.

"Oh? Who have you seen? Call them over, I need to ask them a few questions."

As soon as Li Cunxiao spoke, Village Chief Huang quickly tightened the reins and shouted a few times. Before long, four or five men in patched clothes stepped forward from the crowd behind, looking somewhat timid.

Seeing this, Li Cunxiao's expression softened somewhat. After the others relaxed, he inquired in detail.

"I understand. You may all leave."

Seeing the confident look on the man's face, Huang Chang figured he probably knew the details of the demons, and felt a little more at ease.

After the villagers had all left, he decided to find out more.

But the other party then remained silent, simply continuing on their way, showing no intention of speaking.

Even though Huang Chang hadn't held out much hope, he didn't dare offend the other party at this point and could only keep his mouth shut.

It's hard to say whether Li Cunxiao can defeat a fourth-tier demon, but he's definitely more than capable of dealing with the people of Huangjia Village.

What if the other side doesn't want to deal with the demons and instead turns to deal with me? Wouldn't that be the end of me?
"Village Chief Huang, please drive the villagers away and keep them away from within ten feet of this place."

With the sound of the flowing water filling his ears, Huang Chang realized that he had unknowingly arrived near the Qingshui River.

Li Cunxiao dismounted, patted Chi Li, and the latter immediately and obediently slipped to the side.

Village Chief Huang quickly responded, rode his horse back, and loudly reprimanded the villagers who had gathered to watch the commotion.

These people were forced by the demon to stay away from the village for half a month. Some of their fields were far away and were probably abandoned. They hated the demon to death, otherwise they would not have followed closely behind, hoping to get some relief.

But even if you vent your anger, you still need to save your life.

Since the strongman and the village chief had spoken, the crowd retreated ten feet away under the influence of the Huang family's servants.

Li Cunxiao watched as everyone walked away, warning them again not to approach to avoid accidental injury, before strolling to the Qingshui River.

The river is about five meters wide, with a wooden bridge spanning it. The water is quite deep, otherwise Huangjia Village wouldn't be able to transport goods to the city via this river, as even a demon of that size couldn't fit inside.

"Use blood as bait to fish? No, today's heavy rain and rapid currents mean the scent will easily dissipate if thrown in."

"Let's just blow it out."

Li Cunxiao moved forward, his first few steps still on the mud, but the next few steps led him to the riverbank.

At first, nothing was visible in the shallow water along the riverbank, but after walking a few more steps, the villagers watching from afar stared wide-eyed, and a commotion erupted:
"Why didn't that person sink?!"

"Walking on water? What kind of magic is that?!"

Huang Chang secretly despised the villagers for shouting and yelling, thinking that people who had never left the village in their entire lives were ignorant.

But looking at the straw-hatted man who was walking on the water as if it were flat ground and finally reached the middle of the water, he couldn't help but stretch his neck.

While the skill of walking on water does exist, it requires constant leg movement, relying on strength and the force of impact to keep the body from sinking.

But the person in front of me strolled leisurely, as if lifting heavy objects with ease, without exerting any effort at all, exuding an indescribable sense of ease and comfort.

The Yellow Court Realm, is it really that powerful?
“No ordinary Huang Ting can achieve what I have; it’s all thanks to the transformation of heaven and man.”

Li Cunxiao ignored the villagers' fervent gazes, but secretly marveled at the power of the "Supreme Secret Nana Heavenly Scroll".

The blessings of the eight great demons were fully preserved and transformed into the eight wondrous forms of celestial beings, which is the blessing of "coming and going without hindrance".

None of the martial arts techniques passed down by that senior were inferior.

"Perfect timing to try out the beginner's version of the Holy King Wheel Fist."

Thinking this, Li Cunxiao naturally knelt on one knee and dipped his right hand into the water.

The waves surged and rippled, but his body remained completely still.

Until the five fingers slowly rotate and pinch together, like a wheel turning.

Suddenly, gurgling bubbles appeared underwater, and a small whirlpool formed in the palm of his right hand.

One breath, three breaths, ten breaths. As time passed, more and more bubbles appeared, like boiling water, while the whirlpool grew larger and larger, expanding from the size of a palm to a visible, rapidly flowing stream of water ten feet in size. Buddhist scriptures say that the lowest point of the world is emptiness, above emptiness is a wind wheel, above the wind wheel is a water wheel, and above the water wheel is a golden wheel.

Driven by the karma of sentient beings, the water wheel is struck, and a golden wheel is formed upon it. The real world, including mountains, seas, and islands, exists on this golden wheel.

Li Cunxiao has only opened three meridians at the moment. Even with the blessing of the Wood Dragon and Fire Serpent, he can only be equivalent to a minor Huangting stage of the Six Meridians. Naturally, he is still far from the realm of the Wheel of Reincarnation in Buddhist scriptures.

But what he was standing on was not the vast ocean between the four continents, but only a small river.

Within his mind, the wind god cried out, and an invisible wind force stirred the river water as the true energy in his right hand circulated.

In the blink of an eye, the river water within ten feet of Li Cunxiao was already surging and turbulent, with huge whirlpools stirring up fish and shrimp, and mud and sand being swept up by the raging current. From a distance, it looked as if a dragon was stirring up trouble underground.

"Finally couldn't hold back anymore?"

In the murky river water, a shadow deeper than the silt and sand drew closer and magnified. Li Cunxiao, seeing this, was not alarmed but rather delighted. He clenched his right fist and let out a low shout:
"break!"

boom! ! ! ! !
Two zhang high waves burst out of the water, and for a moment the Qingshui River seemed to have burst its banks, with the water rushing out from both sides and the fierce current instantly creating a large number of waterways.

Amidst the misty fog, the villagers stared wide-eyed at the cloud-shrouded river.

Until a huge shadow, accompanied by a deafening sound, leaped onto the bridge, revealing its red fish scales, ferocious human face, and emitting a strange sound like a water bird.

"It really is a red carp."

The demon illustrations in the Tiangu Temple say that the Red Carp is shaped like a fish with a human face, its voice is like that of a mandarin duck, and it can walk on land and control water.

Everything matched the demons he saw before him.

As Li Cunxiao stared at the gaping maw of the human face, everything seemed to slow down in his view.

The enormous mouth, large enough to swallow a water buffalo whole, contained grime-covered, yellowish-brown, saw-like teeth, and a long, blood-red tongue resembling a giant python.

Every splash of water, every muscle contraction and relaxation, every movement of the eyeballs—everything is clearly and precisely visible in the eyes.

The eyes of celestial beings see without blinking.

In his own slow world, he stretched out his legs, and with the support of his inner energy, a tremendous force slammed into the water from the soles of his feet.

The powerful recoil force rose back, passing from the legs and waist, twisting the body to the side, like a dragon or snake climbing up the shoulders.

The blood-red, jade-like Flame-Making True Qi surged from the dantian into the arms like a rising flame, just as the tide crashes against a waterwheel.

Under immense inertia, his right arm seemed to be dragging a giant iron wheel, leaving a continuous afterimage in the air.

As the right hand makes a circular motion, air is continuously compressed in, and the light, water mist, and restless air seem to refract into a giant mirage.

The surging Qingshui River seemed to have transformed into an endless sea of ​​bitterness;
On the spinning iron wheel, light and shadow distorted, transforming into the vast Jambudvipa (the southern continent).

The villagers' exclamations and shouts were like the jubilant celebration of all living beings in the land;
Li Cunxiao, treading on the waves, resembled a holy king beneath Mount Sumeru, unleashing the power to grasp mountains and seas with his fists towards the heretical demons—

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!
With a muffled, thunderous boom, an invisible wave of air propelled the water mist, causing it to spread in concentric rings.

Each loud bang was the feedback from two fists striking the red carp's tough flesh.

In a short span of time, Li Cunxiao threw fourteen punches. When the last punch was thrown, the six-zhang-long behemoth let out a shrill roar, like a cannonball, and was sent flying by the terrifying force.

Bang!
Smoke and dust filled the sky, and a deep ditch stretching more than ten meters appeared on the bank of the Qingshui River.

The crimson, human-faced monster fish lay in the cracked pit, its eyes gray and lifeless.

It didn't even have a chance to attack before it was beaten to death by a fist!

"Whoo~"

Li Cunxiao let out a long breath. After delivering those fourteen punches, he felt completely relaxed and extremely comfortable.

All the painstaking practice of the Holy King Wheel Fist was for this moment.
"With a sharp weapon in hand, the desire to kill will naturally arise. Martial artists practice hard and must find a way to use their skills; this is the balance between movement and stillness, and between work and rest."

My feet waded across the undulating water, my boots sinking into the damp mud.

The villagers watched the figure walking step by step toward the shore, and the demon that had lost its vitality.

The two figures, one large and one small, one dead and one alive, create an extremely shocking visual impact.

Village Chief Huang was only stunned for a moment, then immediately forced a smile, bent over, and jogged forward:

"A hero! A true hero indeed!"

"Such a ferocious beast, defeated in a single move! Divine! Divine!"

Li Cunxiao waved his hand casually, not taking the exaggerated words to heart.

It was originally a demon that had just entered the fourth tier, and it was injured, so it could be said to be a weakened version.

After learning the Samadhi Fire, he discovered that this technique of combining essence and true energy was applicable not only to alchemy but also to martial arts practice.

The same move, which used to require 30% of one's true energy, now only requires 20% to achieve the same effect.

This red carp reacted too slowly and didn't have time to use its signature water-controlling skill, so it was easily killed. There's really nothing to be proud of.

"Village chief, you're too kind. Please find someone to send a message to the county government to dispose of this demon's corpse."

As Li Cunxiao spoke, he drew a knife from his waist. With a flash of cold light, a neat gash appeared on the belly of the human-faced monster fish.

He wanted to first cut off the most valuable material from the demon.

"Oh, okay, okay."

Village Chief Huang readily agreed and then turned to instruct his servants to deliver the message.

However, seeing some villagers eyeing the enormous demon corpse with obvious interest, his face immediately darkened. He took out his whip and cracked it loudly in the air:

"Are you out of your mind?! Do you really think you can replenish what you eat? Do you think you can handle the things on a demon's body?!"

"Er Gou, who went mad after eating demon flesh, is right under the tree at the village entrance. Are you blind to see him? Or are you out of your minds and can't remember?"

With a roar, the villagers, remembering the savage-like Er Gou, shuddered and immediately quieted down, their eyes filled with gratitude as they looked at the young man in the distance.

Li Cunxiao could hear the commotion over there, but he only glanced at it before looking away.

That's how ordinary people are; they are both simple and cunning, both kind and cruel.
Sometimes they act blindly for petty gains, while at other times they silently dedicate themselves to the simple emotions in their hearts.

There are no inherently unruly people; they are simply forced into it by the times.

As his thoughts raced, the blade flashed with cold light, and with the aid of his inner energy, bones and flesh snapped in two.

He only smiled when a string of glistening, pearl-like objects was revealed inside the fish's belly.

(End of this chapter)