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Chapter 351 Prerequisites for Cultivating the Invincible Technique! ! ?

The night is thick as ink.

The streets of Taikang Road were filled with the pungent smell of blood and gunpowder.

Fang Qingyu was suspended in the air several meters above the ground.

The star-like crystals around him shimmered with a dark luster.

His deep, starry eyes gazed at the distant street that was rapidly being swallowed by darkness.

Those four dark gray figures were none other than the Divine Bone Martial Saints whom he had previously suppressed.

At this moment, however, it unleashed a terrifying speed far exceeding that of the previous battle.

They transformed into four streaks of light that tore through the air.

Almost in the blink of an eye, it disappeared at the end of the street, disappearing into the boundless darkness deep within the city.

Fang Qingyu did not pursue.

Because it was a bit too sudden.

When almost all of their men were dead, the four men suddenly turned and ran.

And it seems they possess a special method of escape.

It was moving so fast that I didn't have time to react before I couldn't catch up.

Fang Qingyu frowned slightly as he watched their retreating figures.

The feeling that something was wrong was like vines coiling around my heart, tightening more and more.

This battle was won too easily.

The four Divine Bone Martial Saints exuded the same aura as Shi Hao, carrying a strong scent of divine bones and blood.

However, the fighting power they displayed.

Compared to Shi Hao, who was fearless in the arena and fought against Shenxiao head-on, he was far inferior.

Whether it was the burst of power, the use of divine blood, or the ruthless ferocity in the face of death, it all seemed somewhat perfunctory.

of course.

What's also strange are the corpses of the hundreds of members of the Heavenly Punishment Society below.

They were indeed as fearless as the intelligence reports suggested.

They charged forward one after another.

But Fang Qingyu always felt that these people hadn't given their all.
They were like a group of puppets being forcibly driven.

They were carrying out orders to charge and die.

It wasn't a real life-or-death struggle.

The four Divine Bone Martial Saints seemed to have no qualms about the lives of their subordinates.

No order to retreat was ever issued from beginning to end.

Instead, they waited until their men were almost all dead before suddenly retreating.

The whole process looks like this.
Very strange.

It looks like these four people are leading a group of people.

It's like they came specifically to kill him.

It doesn't seem like a siege targeting Fang Qingyu.

More like a sacrifice?

To put on a show with hundreds of lives lost and four Divine Bone Martial Saints in such a sorry state?
What is the purpose?
Fang Qingyu's gaze slowly swept over the messy street below.

Corpses lay strewn about, severed limbs and remains scattered, and thick blood flowed freely across the broken pavement.

The lower-ranking members of the Azure Dragon Gang, despite their discomfort, were quickly cleaning up the battlefield, dragging away the black-robed corpses and washing away the bloodstains on the ground.

The air was filled with a sweet, fishy smell mixed with a strong metallic rust odor.

It creates a suffocating and bizarre atmosphere.

"Captain Fang!"

A voice filled with awe and excitement at surviving a disaster came from behind.

Fang Qingyu collected his thoughts and slowly descended from the air.

The star-like crystals and the swirling azure lotus energy silently disappeared.

Those starry eyes regained their deep tranquility.

He turned around.

The old leader of the Wild Bone Gang was supported by two third-tier Martial Saints.

He limped forward.

His amputated arm wound had been simply bandaged, but blood was still slowly seeping out, staining the bandage red.

That old face covered in wrinkles and bloodstains.

His face was filled with gratitude, and his cloudy old eyes were even a little moist.

"Captain Fang, I can't thank you enough! If it weren't for your righteous intervention tonight, the last embers of our Wild Bone Gang would have perished here! This old man... I..."

He seemed so excited that he was almost incoherent, and made a gesture as if to bow in respect.

Fang Qingyu raised his hand to offer a slight gesture of support, his gaze calmly sweeping over the group of equally disheveled and wounded remnants of the Wild Bone Legion behind him, numbering about forty.

Their faces were a mixture of grief and fear.

And a deep sense of awe for the "Thor" before them.

"It was nothing." Fang Qingyu's voice was calm. His gaze swept across the crowd before finally settling on the old commander's face. He asked directly, "Old commander, where is your commander?"

The air solidified instantly.

The excitement and gratitude on the old regimental commander's face receded like the tide.

Instead, there was profound sorrow and despair.

The remaining soldiers behind him also lowered their heads.

Some people couldn't help but let out low sobs.

"He," the old commander's voice choked, his withered body trembling slightly, "held off four other peak Martial Saints to cover our retreat."

He didn't say anything more, but the result was self-evident.

The third-ranked peak martial saint in the City of Injustice.

Facing four Divine Bone Martial Saints whose combat power is no less than Shi Hao's?
There are only two possible outcomes.

They were either killed on the spot or captured alive.

Either way, it means that the current commander is in grave danger.

"Condolences."

Fang Qingyu was silent for a moment, then uttered two words.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the old regimental commander's grief-stricken face.

A complex emotion flashed briefly in the depths of his eyes.

Is it guilt? Is it relief? Or something else entirely?
It couldn't escape Fang Qingyu's eyes.

This old man has even bigger problems.

Fang Qingyu said no more, took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hey?"

A slightly lazy and impatient female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"It's me," Fang Qingyu said succinctly. "Bring some people to Taikang Road to pick up a group of people."

"Tsk, Captain Fang, it's the middle of the night, I was just getting ready for some beauty sleep."

Yan Lin's voice was sarcastic, but there wasn't much real resistance in her tone.

"immediately."

Fang Qingyu interrupted her, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Wait."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by the roar of an engine starting up, and then the call ended.

Fang Qingyu put away his phone and looked at the old regimental commander and the group of remaining soldiers: "My people will be here soon. She will arrange for you to stay and rest temporarily. We can talk about anything else after dawn."

The old commander opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, under the gaze of Fang Qingyu's calm, starry eyes...

He swallowed all his words, finally letting out a heavy sigh: "I'll follow Captain Fang's arrangements. Thank you."

The wait was not long.

A few minutes later, the furious roar of a heavy motorcycle engine came from the end of the street.

A Harley-Davidson Fat Boy with rugged lines and a matte black finish.

A beautiful drift and sudden stop.

It came to a steady stop in front of Fang Qingyu.

The tires screeched against the ground, producing a pungent blue smoke and a sharp sound.

The rider took a long stride and dismounted from the bike with a swift movement.

She was still dressed in that extremely provocative outfit.

Tight black leather pants accentuated her stunning leg curves, while her upper body was covered only by a black tank top that barely covered her full breasts, revealing her flat and toned stomach and beautiful abs.

Her long, dark chestnut hair flew wildly in the night wind.

Half of his face was covered by a silver metal mask.

Her upper face was covered, revealing only her sexy red lips painted with dark red lipstick and her beautifully shaped chin.

It was Yan Lin, now with a new look.

She casually took off her helmet and hung it on the handlebars, then tossed her long hair.

Those eyes, still alluring and captivating even beneath the mask, first swept over the chaotic battlefield, then whistled: "Wow, Captain Fang, impressive results! You took them all by yourself?"

Then, her gaze fell on the group of wretched remnants of the Desolate Bone Gang behind Fang Qingyu.

When I saw the old regimental commander.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Chairman Yan."

The old regimental commander, forcing himself to stay alert, nodded slightly to Yan Lin.

"Oh, isn't this the old man from the Wild Bone Gang?" Yan Lin's tone was a little playful, her gaze shifting back and forth between Fang Qingyu and the old gang leader, as if she instantly understood something.

She didn't ask any more questions, and raised her chin at the members of the Wild Bone Gang, saying decisively, "Alright, come with me. Let's treat our injuries first, so we don't die on the way."

She turned and got on the motorcycle.

The engine roared again.

The members of the Wild Bone Gang supported each other and silently followed behind Yan Lin's motorcycle, slowly disappearing at the other end of Taikang Road.

Fang Qingyu stood there, watching them leave.

Until the motorcycle's taillights completely disappeared into the darkness.

The third martial saint didn't escape from an unjust city.

Instead, an old man led a group of people out?
And he even sent his grandson to his death in his place?

This can no longer be explained by simple filial piety.

Let Yan Lin take over.

The idea was to have her keep a close eye on these people.

Yan Lin seemed to understand what she meant and readily agreed.

The streets returned to deathly silence.

All that remained was the rustling sound of the Green Dragon Gang members cleaning up the battlefield.

Fang Qingyu leaned against the cold glass door frame of the convenience store, closing his eyes to rest.

Her starry eyes moved slowly beneath her eyelids.

time flies.

A faint glimmer of dawn appeared on the eastern horizon.

The battlefield was cleaned up, and the smell of blood was greatly diluted by the morning breeze.

The message came from the personnel in charge of guarding the area.

Several other defense zones also encountered sporadic probing attacks before dawn.

But they were all easily repelled, and none of their own troops were killed.

Only a few people sustained minor injuries.

After the main force of the Heavenly Punishment Society destroyed the headquarters of the Desolate Bone Group.

They did not immediately launch a full-scale attack on the Green Dragon Gang in the Gray Rock District as expected.

The first night was successfully completed.

Green Dragon Gang Headquarters.

Top floor meeting room.

Morning light streamed in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the room.

The long table was filled with people on both sides; they were Fang Qingyu's core team.

Wei Banmeng and his two companions, Su Wanqing, Lao Qin and his group, as well as Lin Yu and his group from Dawn, along with Wu Feng, Zhou Zhen and others.

There was also Jiang Wei sitting quietly next to Fang Qingyu.

The atmosphere wasn't as relaxed as I'd imagined.

Although we held the line last night and annihilated many members of the Heavenly Punishment Society.

But everyone's face carried a hint of solemnity and contemplation.

The zero-casualty victory was certainly gratifying. But combined with the information Fang Qingyu brought back, this gratification had an inexplicable eeriness about it.

Fang Qingyu sat in the main seat and got straight to the point: "Everyone did a good job last night."

His gaze swept over the crowd, filled with certainty.

Chu Kuanglan grinned, and Qi Hao and the others straightened their backs slightly.

But then, Fang Qingyu abruptly changed the subject, as if doused with ice water: "However, from now on, it's just the few of us left."

Everyone was stunned.

"The headquarters of the Desolate Bone Gang was completely destroyed in a surprise attack by the main force of the Heavenly Punishment Society last night."

Fang Qingyu said calmly, "I took over their remnants. Currently, only the old commander and about forty wounded members remain, who will be temporarily settled by Yan Lin."

"What?!"

"The Heavenly Punishment Society's main force went to fight the Desolate Bone Gang?!"

"How is that possible? Weren't they coming for us?"

A chorus of surprised gasps erupted in the conference room.

Wei Banmeng frowned: "The main force of the Heavenly Punishment Society is targeting the Desolate Bone Gang?"

"Yes." Fang Qingyu nodded. "Our people witnessed firsthand that the headquarters of the Wild Bone Gang was besieged, the battle was fierce, and they were almost completely wiped out."

He then paused, his gaze becoming unusually serious.

Fang Qingyu slowly scanned each person present and said, word by word:

"However, I must remind you of one thing. From now on, you cannot believe a single word from those members of the Wild Bone Gang."

"Our people did witness the Heavenly Punishment Society's attack on the Desolate Bone Gang. But what was the process? What exactly happened? We need to investigate these things ourselves."

"What exactly does the Heavenly Punishment Society want to do? What is their true power distribution? How many Divine Bone Martial Saints are there? Besides the Purple Thorn Society, what other forces do they control? We are still completely clueless about these crucial pieces of information."

"Intelligence! What we lack most right now is intelligence."

Fang Qingyu slammed his fingers on the table. "We can't just sit back and wait for the Heavenly Punishment Society to launch its next offensive."

His gaze shifted to Wei Banmeng, who sat on his left with a cool and aloof demeanor: "Banmeng."

"Yes," Wei Banmeng replied immediately.

"Go to the Lingxiao Society yourself," Fang Qingyu ordered. "Tell them we want to cooperate with them and use their intelligence network."

Wei Banmeng was slightly taken aback, a look of surprise on her face: "Lingxiao Society? The one in the city center?"

"Correct."

“Qingzi,” Wei Banmeng said with a wry smile, “I’m afraid it will be difficult. Have you forgotten that you killed a group of their people at the nightclub before? The Lingxiao Society remembers that. Given their vengeful nature, they’ll be lucky if they don’t kick us when we’re down, how could they possibly be willing to cooperate with us?”

The meeting room fell silent.

Everyone remembers this incident, which occurred when Lingxiao discovered a human trafficking depot.

Fang Qingyu not only killed several third-tier cultivators.

They also killed a direct relative of the Lingxiao Society.

This also completely offended the Lingxiao Society.

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu's face remained expressionless. His starry eyes turned to Wei Banmeng, and he calmly uttered a single sentence:

"When you go, just tell them that."

"If they don't agree to cooperate."

"Tomorrow, I will deploy a super-large force field at the Lingxiao Society headquarters."

hiss--

A collective gasp filled the conference room.

Even Chu Kuanglan's eyes widened in astonishment.

This is no longer a collaboration.

This is a blatant threat.
An ultra-large force field was deployed against the headquarters of the Lingxiao Society.

what does this mean?
This means that Fang Qingyu will have to single-handedly storm the Lingxiao Society's stronghold.

Based on the terrifying combat power he displayed last night.

Even if the Lingxiao Society headquarters can stop him, they will definitely pay an unbearable price.

That madman.
No, it's this guy, he really dares to do it.

They really are capable of doing that.

A rare look of astonishment appeared on Wei Banmeng's usually aloof face, which quickly turned into a wry smile mixed with helplessness.

She took a deep breath and nodded emphatically: "Understood, I'll get on it right away!"

"Hmm." Fang Qingyu nodded, then looked at Old Chu.

"Old Chu, go to the Thousand Machine Tower and buy information. Right now, all the money in the gang is being used to buy information about the Heavenly Punishment Society."

Old Chu immediately nodded in agreement.

Finally, he looked at the others.

"Next, during the day, each defense zone should maintain sufficient manpower for vigilance, and everyone should take the time to rest and recover. The real battle will be fought at night."

"Yes!"

Everyone responded in unison, their expressions solemn.

After the meeting, everyone filed out and went to their respective posts.

Fang Qingyu also stood up and said to Jiang Wei beside him, "Let's go see that old regimental commander."

The black SUV drove smoothly along the somewhat desolate streets of the limestone district in the early morning.

The fatigue from a night of intense fighting was temporarily suppressed.

The city is awakening.

Fang Qingyu gripped the steering wheel, his gaze calmly fixed on the road ahead.

Jiang Wei sat in the passenger seat, her long, bright red hair flowing smoothly over her shoulders. Her clear red eyes gazed at the rapidly receding street scene outside the window, lost in thought.

It was quiet inside the car.

"Jiang Wei," Fang Qingyu suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

"Hmm?" Jiang Wei turned her head and looked at him.

“Last night, I thought about it for a long time.” Fang Qingyu’s voice carried a hint of thoughtful seriousness. “I feel like we’ve been stuck in a fixed mindset.”

"What fixed pattern?" Jiang Wei blinked.

“We’ve always taken it for granted that Chen Wudi was captured, imprisoned, and tortured by the Heavenly Punishment Society to extract the Invincible Law, or to carry out some so-called god-making.” Fang Qingyu’s fingertips tapped lightly on the steering wheel. “But what if Chen Wudi did it voluntarily?”

A hint of surprise flashed in Jiang Wei's clear eyes: "Voluntary?"

This hypothesis exploded in Jiang Wei's mind.

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed instantly as she fell into rapid thought.

Fang Qingyu, following his own train of thought, continued his analysis as if untangling a tangled mess:

“When I first started to show my talent and my identity was exposed, the Heavenly Punishment Society did want to kill me. But then they discovered that my growth rate and potential far exceeded their expectations, so their strategy changed.”

"The old guild leader appeared at just the right time. He threw the bait of the Invincible Technique in front of me. He knew my thirst for power, and he knew what an Invincible Technique meant to me."

"He successfully focused my attention on Chen Wudi, making me subconsciously prioritize obtaining the Invincible Technique over killing Chen Wudi. After all, only a living Chen Wudi could hand over the Invincible Technique. If I killed him, I would lose everything."

"In this way, the Heavenly Punishment Society gained time and took control of the pace."

“They can lead me step by step to where Chen Wudi is.”

"They might only reveal their true purpose when I actually stand in front of Chen Wudi."

Fang Qingyu finished explaining his guess to himself.

"What do you think?"

He then turned his head to look at Jiang Wei, who was deep in thought.

Jiang Wei's brows furrowed more and more, and the light in her ruby-like eyes flickered uncertainly, as if she was desperately trying to remember something.

Fang Qingyu's analysis was logically clear and meticulously crafted.

This subtly coincided with the growing unease in her heart.

But I always felt something was missing.
A key point.

suddenly!

Jiang Wei's body trembled violently, and her clear pupils suddenly contracted as she said, "I...I seem to have forgotten something very important, it's about the Invincible Technique."

"What?" Fang Qingyu immediately asked.

"Conditions! Prerequisites!" Jiang Wei spoke rapidly, a hint of annoyance on her face. "Every invincible technique requires extremely demanding and unique prerequisites to be successfully cultivated."

"This is determined by the 'Dao' inherent in the Invincible Technique itself. If one forces cultivation without meeting the conditions, the consequences will be extremely terrible. The body and soul will undergo indescribable and terrifying distortions."

"That is what you call going completely astray and being doomed forever."

She finally remembered.

This memory was so ancient and obscure that she subconsciously ignored it.

Fang Qingyu seemed to be deep in thought after listening.

Preconditions
An indescribable distortion.

If Chen Wudi has already begun to mutate at this moment.
The purpose of the Heavenly Punishment Society was not to create a god, but to cure Chen Wudi.

Fang Qingyu slammed on the brakes.

squeak--

The SUV screeched through the empty streets before coming to a steady stop on the side of the road.

Without hesitation, Fang Qingyu took out his phone, scrolled through the contacts, quickly found a number labeled "Old Man Hong," and dialed it.

Beep. Beep.
The phone rang a few times before being answered.

"Hey? You brat?"

The hoarse voice of Old Man Hong, with a hint of arrogance, came from the other end of the phone: "The sun must have risen in the west! You finally remembered to call this old geezer? Can't make it in this godforsaken, unjust city anymore?"

"Old Hong."

Fang Qingyu ignored his teasing and went straight to the point, "Do you know what special prerequisites are needed to cultivate the Invincible Technique? What will happen if you force yourself to cultivate it without meeting the requirements?"

There was an instant silence on the other end of the line.

After a few seconds of deathly silence, Old Man Hong's voice suddenly rose several octaves, filled with unbelievable excitement and exhilaration:

"Holy crap, you haven't run into an invincible spell, have you?! Tell me! Where is it? What spell?!"

The surprise in that voice could be felt even through the phone line.

Fang Qingyu replied calmly, "No."

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The person on the other end of the phone felt as if they had been choked, their high spirits instantly plummeting to rock bottom.

Old Hong's voice turned sullen, "No?! If you don't have anything, why are you asking? Are you trying to play games with an old man like me? Are you bored out of your mind?"

Fang Qingyu didn't take his reaction seriously.

He continued to drop crucial information: "However, I made contact with Chen Wudi."

"Chen Wudi?!" Old Man Hong's voice rose again, this time filled with astonishment and doubt. "He's not dead?!"

"not dead."

Fang Qingyu affirmed, "I've seen him. He was nailed to a cross deep underground by the Heavenly Punishment Society, emaciated and living a life worse than death. It seems the Heavenly Punishment Society wants to use him to create a god."

"Create a god? Create my ass!"

Old Man Hong laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. His sneer was undisguised, and his tone was full of disdain and certainty. "That brat Chen Wudi, even if he hasn't died yet, is already an empty shell with his essence emptied out, leaving only flesh and blood! There is no way that a trace of divinity could be born in his body, so how could he possibly create a god?"

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Fang Qingyu paused for a moment, then looked at Jiang Wei in the passenger seat.

The earliest initial assessment of the creation of a deity was made by Jiang Wei.

Hearing Old Man Hong's firm denial, Jiang Wei pursed her lips slightly, a hint of apology and confusion flashing in her clear eyes, and gently shook her head at Fang Qingyu.

She has too many missing memories.

The details regarding the creation of the deity are indeed vague and unclear.

Fang Qingyu gave her a reassuring look, indicating that it was alright.

Then, speaking into the phone in a deep voice, he pressed further:
"So, Elder Hong, what conditions must be met to cultivate Chen Wudi's Invincible Technique? What are the consequences if one forces oneself to cultivate it?"

Old Hong on the other end of the phone stopped joking.

After a few seconds of silence, he let out a sigh:
"Hey kid, I advise you to give up on that idea as soon as possible."

"His invincible technique is something that almost no one in the world can cultivate."

"The first condition is that the physical body must undergo three breakthroughs: Golden Body, Jade Bone, and Starfall."

"Reaching the ultimate peak that a mortal body can bear is the foundation for bearing invincible techniques; it is the ultimate physical achievement!"

"Secondly, even more outrageous, it requires one to condense the rudimentary form of the spiritual platform before reaching the Martial Saint realm."

"Breaking through physical limits three times, and reaching the Spirit Gathering Platform at the Martial Saint stage. Each of these two achievements is a miracle of defying the heavens and turning the impossible into possible; the two combined are a testament to this."

Then Old Man Hong said, slowly and deliberately:

"I specifically looked up ancient books and asked some people about this condition beforehand."

"Throughout history, it seems that only the Yellow Emperor and Chi You have ever been satisfied."

At both ends of the phone.

A long silence ensued.

Inside the SUV, Fang Qingyu held his phone.

A strange glint flashed deep within his starry eyes.
Physical body breaks through limits three times?

He was truly satisfied with that.

What is this "spiritual platform"?!

(End of this chapter)