Decaying World

Chapter 139, Change 139 (Alliance Leader Xie Banmu)

Late at night, at Qingfeng Temple.

Lin Hui sat cross-legged in the bedroom, gazing at the faintly appearing jagged gaps on the surface of the Ruyi.

'It's almost broken through its current level after just being upgraded; in a fight, it will be difficult without a good weapon.'

Upon returning from the inner city, he changed his clothes and went back to his bedroom to check on the situation.

With his weapon damaged and his body injured, Lin Hui realized that his strength was likely equivalent to that of a priest or a grandmaster.

"Above the priests are the Grand Priests, the Palace Masters, the original blood nobles, and finally the Mist People. This world..." With a sigh, Lin Hui reached out and gently placed his hand on the Ruyi Sword.

The bloodstain pattern instantly coalesced on the back of his hand.

'Ruyi Steel Sword: A superior steel sword evolved from an ordinary longsword; it is retractable. Currently in damaged condition. Evolutionary branches: 4.'

That's right, Lin Hui's plan was to evolve it again. Since the steel sword couldn't meet his requirements, he would evolve it once more. Anyway, there were various drugs available to help shorten the evolution time.

Open the evolution branch.

'1—Special Synthetic Steel Sword.'

'2—Phoenix Cry Sword.'

'3—Phoenixlight Sword.'

'4—Netherwind Sword.'

The four branches that appeared this time are clearly different; compared to before, they are obviously created from different systems.

My biggest need right now is a longsword that's strong and durable enough; everything else is secondary. So, let's see which branch meets that requirement.

He opened and checked them one by one.

'Special Synthetic Steel Sword: Made with ultra-strong warship steel synthesized in a special ratio, its strength and wear resistance reach extremely high levels, and it also has excellent resistance to various chemical corrosions at high and low temperatures.'

'Phoenix Cry Sword: A mysterious longsword that seals the cry of the phoenix.'

'Purgatory Light Sword: The sword of the Purgatory Lord Misadiu, which releases phosphorescent light when swung, corroding opponents.'

'Netherwind Sword: An unknown blade infused with the winds of the River Styx. A disposable item that can unleash the winds of the River Styx to erode the lifespan of its opponent.'

Looking at these explanations, Lin Huiguang could roughly guess the time required for each one to evolve.

Upon clicking, sure enough, apart from the first option, a special synthetic steel sword, none of the other three options were less than twenty years old.
Only the first one only takes about a year and a half.
Fortunately, his goal was simply to obtain a sufficiently sturdy longsword, so he wasn't picky. After deciding on his first evolution option, Lin Hui put the Ruyi away and began to mobilize his internal energy to heal his injuries.

The so-called mobilization of internal energy is actually the internal energy itself has the function of nourishing injuries and accelerating repair. Just by circulating internal energy to the injured area again and again, and slowly covering it, the injury can be healed faster.

Of course, this is on the premise that there are no obvious bleeding points; otherwise, it will accelerate the spurting of blood, turning a minor injury into a serious one.

Lin Hui immediately sensed something was wrong with this arrangement.

He closed his eyes and sat down cross-legged, but less than two seconds later, he stood up again.

'Wait, how did my injury heal?!'

He touched the center of his chest, where he had been struck by the master's powerful attack.

It was still aching slightly, and there were obvious cuts on my skin.

But now, when he tore open the ripped part of his clothes, all that could be seen was clear, pale, smooth skin.

Not even a single scar remained.

'Could it be the enhancement effect inherent in the Purgatory Inner Force?' he wondered.

He walked to the window and looked out at the hazy mist, in which strange and distorted shadows flashed by.

'This time I've reached the limit of what I can currently do against the enemy. Although I still have the Spirit Sealing Array and the Poison Sealing Formation unused, other Grandmasters might have various deadly moves, not to mention the mental and spiritual attacks of the Priests. I still need to proceed with caution.'

Now that my elder brother is injured and recuperating, Wanhua Sect, Qinghe Sect, and Liu Family are all facing trouble and potential threats. Especially Qinghe Sect, since I've wiped out two of their establishments, they're bound to retaliate.

Once they discover that it was you who did it...
"From now on, I should focus on my spiritual practice and daily life, avoiding rash actions. It's more appropriate to shift my focus to the foggy area."

After finalizing the plan, Lin Hui drew the curtains, turned around, returned to his bed, and lay down to begin cultivating his internal energy.

The Typhoon Sword Technique's training and body tempering primarily involves using sword techniques to draw upon internal energy to temper both the body and mind. Internal energy tempering is an enhanced version of the Gale Sword Technique, requiring constant and careful perception of the immense and magnificent power fluctuations beyond the deeper layers of the woven net.

This kind of cultivation mainly focuses on perception; the role of internal energy is to continuously amplify the mind and spirit, supporting the consumption of energy.

Perceive the power, engage with the power, integrate with the power, and activate the power.

These are the four stages of the Typhoon Sword Technique, and also the four levels of the nine grades of Body Tempering.

The moves are simply a matter of repeated practice. By circulating internal energy, one can sense the great power and then use perfect moves, through a mysterious rhythm, to draw upon that great power, thereby training oneself.

Simply put, the Typhoon Sword Technique can be practiced through meditation or movement. Meditation cultivates internal energy and only trains the mind. Movement, on the other hand, is better, as it allows one to practice both techniques and internal energy simultaneously, tempering both the mind and body.

Silent all night.

The next morning, he went out to the entrance of the South Ninth Gate to have breakfast and observe the situation.

He had no intelligence channels within the inner city, and it wasn't appropriate for the disciples of the temple to know about his other trump cards, so he had no choice but to come and keep watch himself. 'The Qinghe Sect's statue was exposed by me, so the main target definitely won't be me, but the Qinghe Sect. The Mist God statue is hidden underground at the New Martial Alliance branch, and the New Martial Alliance will definitely be implicated in the investigation. This matter can't be left unresolved.' Lin Hui ate braised pork buns and drank hot soy milk, his eyes occasionally sweeping over the lines of people entering and leaving the South Nine Gates.

In the early morning, caravans carrying goods into the city came one after another in an endless stream. Every now and then, figures would rush out from inside, flashing by, causing everyone to stop and lower their heads, not daring to look any longer.

Two of these figures would appear every few minutes; it was unclear whether they were summoners or warriors from the inner city.

However, most of the teams entering the city were already used to it and knew that most of them were people they couldn't afford to offend. So, the teams mostly passed through the sides of the city gate, leaving the most important central position to these tall and agile people.

Lin Hui watched for half an hour, and only after confirming that there was no movement did he prepare to get up and leave.

But just as he finished the last sip of soy milk, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he looked again at the entrance of the South Ninth Gate.

May blessings be bestowed upon all people!

clang.

A clear gong sound rang out.

Two martial artists, banging gongs, wore black veils and long black robes that covered their entire bodies, leaving only their eyes visible.

They led the way, banging gongs and shouting as they cleared the road.

Following closely behind them was a black flatbed cart that was more than ten meters long and four or five meters wide.

On the cart was a huge, dark red object that looked like a meat jelly.

The surface of that thing was covered with many densely packed, serrated mouths of varying sizes. Some were eating, some were talking, and some were sticking out their tongues to lick their lips.

At first glance, this thing is simply a lump of flesh with countless tiny black mouths!

"New Wanfu meat has arrived! Those who wish to claim it, please register at the yamen!" the black-robed man banging the gong shouted again.

“The meat is coming!”

"Hurry up!"

"I'm so hungry. It looks so delicious!! Hahaha!"

A large group of people, who were hiding somewhere, rushed forward and squeezed towards the huge, dark red mass of flesh.

They were drooling, their eyes were mostly vacant, they were thin and bony, some had sallow complexions, some were coughing incessantly, and some even knelt down and kowtowed to the lump of flesh from afar.

Aside from them, most of the other residents of the outer city kept their distance and refused to approach, forming a stark contrast to this group.

Watching this scene, Lin Hui felt a strange curiosity about the origin of this "Ten Thousand Blessings Meat".

He didn't know what the inner city's higher-ups' purpose was in continuously providing Wanfu meat to everyone. Perhaps maintaining the population had some special significance for the Moon Tower and the Mist People.

After getting up to pay the bill and leave, Lin Hui didn't look at Wanfu Meat again. The words Han Xiaoyue had said before leaving echoed in his mind once more: "Go check out the core area of ​​the Moon Tower."

"I'll go see him once my brother recovers. After all, it's still too far away," Lin Hui planned in his mind.

In the following days, just as Lin Hui had predicted, the inner city showed no intention of investigating him. Instead, they posted wanted notices for all members of the Qinghe Sect, offering substantial rewards to anyone who provided clues.

Clearly, Qinghe Gate has become a thorn in the side of the three major powers in the inner city.

Of course, none of this mattered to Lin Hui anymore. He focused on his daily cultivation and body tempering, taking medicine to accelerate his blood seal training. Occasionally, he would check on his disciples' progress. He would also go back to see Lin Xiaoliu, who was constantly learning and growing, and his parents and stepmother, who were enjoying their leisurely days.

Everything in life seemed so harmonious and beautiful.

Unfortunately, peace and tranquility have always been a luxury in this world.

More than a month later, after only a few days of peace, news came from Wang Yueheng in the inner city.

Xue Ying clashed with the Chen family's experts in the fog zone, and the Chen family was ambushed and killed three high priests! One of them was a high priest, a heavy loss.

It should be noted that although the Chen family is one of the three major families in the inner city, the number of high priests is also very small, and each one is a strategic pillar. The loss of one of them immediately triggered a frenzied retaliation from the Chen family.

A large number of Chen family experts flocked out and began searching for Xue Ying's whereabouts in the surrounding fog area every day.

In comparison, Liu Wujun's injury is nothing at all.

Almost everyone's attention was focused on the feud between Xue Ying and the Chen family.

The commotion also affected Tao Xuehai, who was practicing martial arts at Qingfeng Temple.

Inside Qingfeng Temple, in the council hall.

Lin Hui sat in a grand chair, holding a cup of tea, listening to his disciple Tao Xuehai's report on the recent situation.

“To be honest, we didn’t expect anyone in our family to be implicated. My uncle had a good relationship with the Chen family. He and two other old friends were quite famous in Central, known as the Three Friends of Snow, each skilled in a musical instrument. They often played and discussed music together in the mountains. One of the three priests from the Chen family who died this time was one of the Three Friends of Snow,” Tao Xuehai said helplessly.

"This is none of your business. Just focus on your training." Lin Hui frowned slightly as he saw the obvious worry on his disciple's face.

He had high hopes for Tao Xuehai. The boy was extremely intelligent, hardworking, and came from a family with a strong academic background and abundant resources. It was almost inevitable that he would reach great heights in the future.

But recently, after receiving news from his uncle, the boy became noticeably anxious.

(End of this chapter)