Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 195, Section 194: Kurikara, Black Dragon Entangled with Sword

"Take him away!"

Su Wuming was stunned for a moment, then reacted quickly, stepped forward, and struck Huang Jia Dalang's dantian with a palm.

The light of his true energy flickered instantly. Despite being severely injured, Huang Jia Dalang offered no resistance. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he knelt on the ground with lifeless eyes, as if he had lost all his strength, allowing the city guards to drag him away.

A thick stench of blood filled the courtyard. Huang Jiasanlang looked at his brother, who seemed to have become a dead man, and his father, whose body was lying dead everywhere. His pale face showed an extremely complicated expression.

Even the Huang family members in the surrounding courtyards, who were fast asleep, were awakened by the sound of the coming and going of the city guards, with shouts and screams ringing out from time to time.

With a single glance from Su Wuming, Huang Jiasanlang dragged his broken leg away, knowing that it was time for him to prove his worth.

His back was swaying unsteadily, yet he dared not look back even once.

"Sanlang, oh no, Elder Li, you really are, you really are."

Su Wuming strode closer, but when he was only a few steps away, he carefully slowed down, looking at the young man in the blood pool with shock and awe.

"Brother Su, why are you being so distant? We'll have to rely on you to handle the rest."

Li Cunxiao casually waved his hand, shaking off the blood droplets from the tip of his spear. He smiled and said a few words to Su Wuming before stepping out of the courtyard.

At this time, all members of the Huang family had been summoned and searched one by one, except that the female members were kept in a separate place to prevent any scandals from occurring.

Whether they were city guards or members of the Huang family, their eyes were now filled with awe as they looked at Li Cunxiao. They all looked away, not daring to meet his gaze, and even subconsciously took a half step back to create distance.

He walked through the gazes of everyone until he left the Huang family mansion. Only after the city guards at the gate had gone inside did Li Cunxiao begin to breathe heavily.

His once rosy complexion quickly turned pale, and his right hand, gripping the Purple Flame Serpent Spear, trembled uncontrollably.

Feeling the emptiness in his dantian and the seemingly dried-up meridians, Li Cunxiao quickly took out two Qi-accumulating pills and threw them into his mouth.

Once the medicinal effects dissipated, the Flame-Mo True Qi flowed like a gentle stream, nourishing the eleven meridians, and the feeling of weakness, as if all strength had been exhausted, finally faded away.

"Using three top-grade martial arts techniques at the same time is just too much of a burden."

"But otherwise, it would have been impossible to kill Huang Hai, who was a martial artist who had already been demonized."

The battle he just fought against Huang Hai was the most stressful fight he had ever faced since his debut.

It appears that Huang Hai is relying on his first-mover advantage to keep the opponent on the defensive, but in reality, his quick and decisive tactics demonstrate that Huang Hai is the one with the greater confidence.

No matter how much true energy Li Cunxiao gained from the blessing of the Horned Dragon, far surpassing that of a Huangting martial artist, he was still ultimately a Huangting martial artist.

To win, you have to rely on a burst of power and strike in one fell swoop.

If Huang Hai had broken free from the shackles of the Fire Hell Spear even for a single breath during this process, the outcome might have been very different.

Fortunately, Li Cunxiao was not only skilled in the superior martial art of the Fiery Hellfire Spear; the life-destroying energy of the Burning Wood Blade had already invaded Huang Hai's body along with those tiny fire snakes.

Later, when he activated the Hell of All, he brought the Holy King's Wheel Fist to its fullest potential.

It seemed like he had only used one move, but in fact he used two, holding back all his internal energy.

Honestly, if he hadn't known that Qi Ci was secretly watching over him, he wouldn't have dared to take such a gamble.

"Fortunately, we still won. I can't do that again if I'm all alone in the future."

His complexion gradually regained its rosy hue, but Li Cunxiao did not wander around aimlessly.

Besides the shouts of the Huang family, there were also faint sounds of fighting coming from elsewhere in the wind, which meant that Zheng Yanchang and his men had probably started their attack as well.

Su Wuming naturally handled the confiscation of the property, and the other party would not and dare not shortchange him on the subsequent profit sharing.

With nothing else to do, he decided to look through the martial arts techniques left behind by Huang Hai's original demonic form after his death.

The "Horse-Head Rakshasa Skill" is a high-grade martial art that is mainly based on Buddhism and mixed with some Taoist elements. The traces of piecing it together are quite obvious, clearly indicating that the Huang family lacked sufficient foundation and painstakingly pieced it together.

It was precisely because of this that Huang Hai, upon reaching the True Form Realm, lacked sufficient means to resist his inner demons. When he was on the verge of falling into depravity, he was tempted by the Ming Cult.

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. Fortunately, he had Qi as his master, and he had everything from high-grade martial arts to fundamental techniques of ultimate skill level.

In the martial arts world, there are many families like the Huang family, who accidentally obtained incomplete martial arts techniques, repaired them generation after generation, but ultimately failed to make a name for themselves and instead brought about their own destruction.

As Li Cunxiao continued reading, he unsurprisingly found the Ming Cult's secret method of sexual cultivation in the other party's martial arts memories, which was euphemistically called "Sacred Child's Initiation".

This secret method follows the distorted doctrines of the Ming Cult, which holds that the physical body is dark while the light resides in the soul.

Therefore, we should emulate the Venerable One's creation of twelve boys and girls to emit light, and instead go against the grain to release demonic energy.

What's most chilling is that this secret method also claims that blood relatives of the same clan, whose bloodlines are connected, will have better results when using this method.

This explains why Huang Hai and his third son just now put on a show of filial piety.

"They wouldn't even spare their own granddaughter. These people are truly insane."

After reading it, Li Cunxiao felt uncomfortable all over and felt that he had wasted a lot of time. With a thought, the powerful suppressive force of the Vajra Pestle instantly crushed the demon into dust.

Amidst the wails, a faint golden light quickly filled the vajra.

Fighting a level above them, the malevolent energy provided by the demon at the True Form Realm was significantly more abundant than that of a demon at the same level. Combined with the original amount, they had gained two more opportunities to break through the barrier.

"Zheng Yanchang, you were born into one of the five noble families and seven prominent clans, yet you helped Bai Xiangshan poison the gentry! You deserve to die a horrible death!"

Suddenly, a roar exploded in the distance. Li Cunxiao's heart stirred, and he flipped over and jumped onto the pavilion next to him.

The next moment, a huge purple cloud surged and transformed into a golden fist imprint, which crashed down instantly.

In the blink of an eye, the huge courtyard with its interconnected pavilions and towers beneath the fist imprint sank and turned into ruins.

"This is... Chief Secretary Zheng?"

Just as Li Cunxiao was surprised, a familiar voice suddenly reached his ears from behind:

"Zheng Yanchang practices the 'Ruyi Zijin Chui', a family heirloom of the Zheng family, a genuine and unparalleled Taoist martial art."

"However, it's still a bit lacking to achieve this level of skill in the Heavenly Ladder realm."

Qici's figure appeared beside him, as if he had always been there.

Li Cunxiao quickly bowed, but as he pondered his master's words, he couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. He knew that even with his full strength, he could only destroy a small courtyard.

However, Zheng Yanchang's attack sank the entire mansion.

Is this what you call "almost there"?
Seemingly understanding his apprentice's gaze, Qi Ci smiled.

"Judging from your attack tonight, if we were at the same level, Zheng Yanchang might not have done as well as you."

"Master is too kind," Li Cunxiao said, feeling a little embarrassed by such generous praise.

“A monk does not lie. In that strike, you simultaneously mobilized two top-grade martial arts techniques. I have also practiced the Fiery Hellfire Spear and the Holy King Revolving Fist, and I know the difficulty involved.”

The senior monk looked at the young man in black, who remained unstained by blood, with admiration and appreciation.

The greater the power of a martial art, the more internal energy it consumes. Therefore, ordinary martial artists often only cultivate one high-grade martial art, not because they don't want to learn more, but because they don't have enough internal energy. As for simultaneously using two high-grade martial arts, the consumption of internal energy is even more terrifying, and it is also a huge challenge to the martial artist's mind.

The saying "kung fu is mastered" means that martial arts skills should be practiced until they become second nature, almost instinctive, and can be used spontaneously and automatically.

High-grade martial arts involve the various transformations and circulation of true qi in the meridians and acupoints. Li Cunxiao's ability to deliver a near-perfect strike only proves that he has a deep understanding of both martial arts, at least reaching the level of mastery.

However, neither the Fire Hell No-Interval Spear nor the Holy King Revolving Fist had been taught by Qi Ci for more than half a year, or even only two or three months.

Such intelligence and perseverance are truly rare.

"I was worried that you would advance too quickly and have a weak foundation. After returning today, you can advance to the Yellow Court Perfection stage."

"Come find me when the time comes, and I will teach you the Great Asura Weapon Technique."

After Qi finished speaking, his figure trembled and disappeared like ripples on water, leaving no trace of his presence.

"Master's cultivation is truly unfathomable."

Li Cunxiao carefully activated his five senses, but after more than a dozen breaths, he still couldn't capture any information, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Sanlang, why are you standing here all alone?"

Zheng Yanchang's voice drifted over, and his figure quickly approached from afar, landing in front of him.

"I heard that Abbot Dezheng insisted on arranging for you to fight Huang Hai, who has been at the True Form level for over a decade."

Dressed in a scarlet robe, Zheng Yanchang discreetly observed the young man before him. Seeing his composed demeanor, he had a vague guess in his mind, yet he was somewhat unsure:

"Sanlang killed him?"

"It was just good luck, and it was also thanks to the assistance of Military Advisor Su that I was able to concentrate without distraction."

Li Cunxiao's humble attitude, however, stirred up a storm in Zheng Yanchang's heart.

The Zheng clan of Xingyang was also a large clan, and there were many stories of geniuses from the clan fighting against those of higher ranks.

However, starting from the True Form Realm, every subsequent realm transforms a martial artist almost completely, with the difference being immeasurable.

The Yellow Court realm contains the twelve regular meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians.

The reason why most people only open the main meridians and not the extraordinary meridians is that the more meridians there are, the more true energy the demon absorbs, and the greater the risk of advancing to the true form.

Those who truly transform into demons naturally do not have these restrictions. They can use their true energy without restraint, and their bodies, after being demonized, are comparable to those of demons.

In Zheng Yanchang's mind, Li Cunxiao's purpose this time was to accumulate combat experience, and in the end, it would most likely be a certain abbot of Tiangu Temple who would have to take action.

But the other side actually killed Huang Hai?!
'Could this child truly be a disciple of the Laughing Buddha?'

Thinking of the recent news from the clan, Zheng Yanchang was filled with many thoughts, but a smile naturally appeared on his face:

"Sanlang's bravery is comparable to that of Guo Linggong, who conquered the two capitals back then. He is a heroic young man, a truly heroic young man!"

Li Cunxiao naturally declined humbly, dealing with the other party's subtle probing.

Fortunately, the city guards' operation ended not long afterward.

After all, the government office and Tiangu Temple had sent out their best experts. Except for Li Cunxiao, who cut in line because of Qici, everyone else was at the sixth level of the Heavenly Ladder, which shows that Dezheng and Bai Xiangshan were very reliable.

By using strength to attack weakness, a great victory is naturally achieved.

While it cannot be completely guaranteed that there are no Ming Cult spies in the city, once the most threatening ones are eliminated, the rest will not be able to cause any trouble.

That night, the sounds of horses' hooves and armored vehicles echoed throughout the northern city. Many wealthy and powerful families kept their homes brightly lit, too afraid to sleep all night.

It wasn't until the next day, when the government posted a notice explaining the situation and executed those whose homes had been confiscated in the marketplace, that everyone in the city, regardless of their social status, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Prefect Bai's reputation is indeed very good."

Li Cunxiao rode his red steed out of the government office and slowly rode away.

The city was bustling again by noon, despite the deafening fighting last night. A notice was posted and heads were chopped off.

While the North City remained somewhat deserted, the South City was bustling with people as usual, as if nothing had happened, which speaks volumes about Bai Xiangshan's reputation.

"Elder Li!"

"It's Elder Li! I heard he killed a huge demon last night!"

"That's amazing, that's why I say that."

"Elder Li, please rest your feet and have a cup of tea!"

"Elder Li."

People around him shouted, and Li Cunxiao smiled, cupped his hands in greeting, and continued riding past.

Honestly, it's not a bad feeling to be popular.

Although he did not consider himself a virtuous gentleman, he believed that a true man should act with integrity and be supported by the masses, which brought him equal satisfaction.

They arrived at the escort agency in a lively manner, mainly to explain what had happened the previous night, so as not to make Zhang Lishi and the others uneasy.

The only unexpected thing was that Mokcha didn't seem very happy.

Li Cunxiao asked repeatedly, but the answer he received left him speechless.

As they grow older, and with the arduous journey from Chuqiu to Songzhou, even the most naive teenager will mature rapidly.

The eldest brother was still the omnipotent eldest brother, but in addition to admiration, worry gradually grew in Mucha's heart.

In the past, Mu Cha only thought that subduing demons and monsters was impressive, but now, especially after seeing Shi Tie's severed arm, he understands even more that the prestige gained from fighting with a sword and a spear often means the risk of death.

Li Cunxiao didn't know how to comfort his younger brother, so he could only tell him to practice martial arts and not to overthink things.

He himself rode back to the hermitage of Tiangu Temple and took out the visualization diagram of the Immovable Black Dragon Sword:

Acala sits on a rock throne in the form of a child. He has seven topknots on his head, with braids hanging down to his left shoulder. His left eye is slightly closed, and his lower teeth are biting his upper lip, showing a wrathful expression. He carries a raging fire on his back, holds a sharp sword in his right hand and a noose in his left, as if to cut off afflictions.

This visualization appears complete, but if you observe it intently for a long time, everything around the sword will gradually fade away and eventually disappear completely.

The sword would transform into a black dragon, its scales and claws lifelike, and one could even hear a faint dragon's roar.

At this moment, the essential principles of swordsmanship will flow into one's heart.

Li Cunxiao had repeated similar enlightenment sessions more than a dozen times since he obtained the Immovable Black Dragon Sword.

Kurikara means black dragon. This dragon is coiled around a sword, swallowing and drinking from it, as immovable as a mountain.

"Vajra, break!"

(End of this chapter)