Becoming a Saint Starts with Copying Martial Arts

Chapter 158 The Way to Break the Stalemate

The young man in purple chuckled, "Sorry, I couldn't resist. These pastries smelled so good that I ate a piece. Master Li, please calm down."

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the room froze. The thin young man was stunned for a moment, then drew his knife and slashed.

But the young man in purple was quick and approached in an instant, striking the man in the chest with a palm. The man let out a muffled groan, crashed through the window, and fell to the street below.

Li Wantao stared at the purple-robed youth. Although he did not make a move immediately, he was already exuding a surging killing intent.

"Who are you?"

As soon as he entered the city, his identity was exposed and his location was found, which made him begin to suspect that there was a traitor among his own people.

The young man in purple chuckled, sat down in the chair opposite Li Wantao, and picked up a piece of mung bean cake and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Master Li, this young man's name is Lin Siming, have you heard of him?"

Li Wantao remained silent, his killing intent growing even stronger.

"Never heard of it? That's normal. I've come here today to ask for your help. I'd like to ask you to cut off my head. I'm hoping to get promoted and make a fortune. I'll borrow your head for a while." Lin Siming said indistinctly, chewing on a mung bean cake.

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Wantao threw a punch, his fist wreathed in purple energy. Lin Siming also threw a punch at the same time. In an instant, their fists collided, and the purple and green energy clashed violently. Invisible ripples of energy spread out from the two of them, completely destroying everything in their path and turning it into dust.

After a brief standoff, the two men simultaneously staggered backward. Li Wantao used the momentum to leap out of the window, while Lin Siming staggered back five steps before finally regaining his balance.

"Tsk tsk, this is a tough one." Lin Siming then jumped out of the window as well. "Master Li, don't go! Leave your head behind!"

Several hours later.

The town of Zhenhunsi.

In the attic, Lin Qing was looking through the intelligence that had just been delivered by the Jingming Division's messengers.

"Li Wantao, the leader of the Yin Yuan Sect, is seriously injured and has already fled the city?"

"That's right, a big fight just broke out at Renyi Teahouse in the east of the city. The two fought fiercely, and many people have been affected," Hu Zongyao said from the side.

"It seems that Lord Lin, who came from the Soul Suppression Division of Shu, is quite capable. He has solved a big problem as soon as he entered the prefectural city," said Qiu Changming, who had been spending his free time hanging around Lin Qing's place.

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man's voice came from outside.

"Oh, Deacon Qiu, you don't need to praise me behind my back. Say it to my face next time, and I'll be happy to hear it."

Qiu Changming was startled to see Lin Siming push open the door and enter, a piece of fried dough stick in his mouth, his mouth greasy and slovenly, his appearance completely ruined.

"Ahem, Lord Lin, what brings you here? Please sit down. Don't call me Steward Qiu, I can't accept that title. Just call me Qiu Changming."

Lin Siming reached out and stuffed a whole piece of fried dough into his mouth, his gaze sweeping over Lin Qing.

"Old Yang said you are the most talented martial arts prodigy in the Soul Suppression Division? I came here specifically to see for myself."

As he spoke, he reached out and rubbed his hand on Qiu Changming's clothes, smearing oil from his fingers onto the fabric.

"You don't mind, do you?"

Qiu Changming's face stiffened: "I don't mind."

"That's fine then."

Lin Siming smiled, took a step forward, and came to Lin Qing, reaching out to pinch Lin Qing's shoulder.

Lin Qing did not resist. Lin Siming's hand moved slowly down from his shoulder, then from his arm to his palm.

"Huh? Old Man Yang wasn't lying. You really are extraordinary. With such a physique, the strength of one arm is at least 70 million jin. What a talent!" Lin Siming exclaimed.

"Thank you, sir!" Lin Qing bowed.

"I will stay in Shichuan for the next month. If you want to come with me to Shuzhou City, then come and spar with me. As long as you can withstand three of my moves, you will pass the test. How about it?" Lin Siming said with a smile.

"Okay." Lin Qing nodded.

"My lord, do you think I still have a chance?" Qiu Changming suddenly asked from the side.

"You're still a bit lacking," Lin Siming said, pursing his lips.

Qiu Changming chuckled and didn't ask any more questions. He knew he had no chance; in terms of talent, he was far inferior to the geniuses of Shuzhou City.

That night.

In the south of Ishikawa Prefecture, at the Jinbaolou gambling den, a large group of men gathered, their noise rising and falling.

"open!"

"Damn it, we lost again!"

"You're a nuisance, stay away from me!"

..

As the crowd grumbled and cursed, a young man in white suddenly appeared at the entrance of the gambling den.

Someone glanced back and suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

"Evil spirits!"

In the past few days, notices from the Soul Suppression Division have been posted all over the city. Anyone who sees a white-robed youth must report it immediately. If the information is true, the government and the Soul Suppression Division will offer a generous reward. Therefore, everyone knows that there is an evil spirit in the shape of a white-robed youth wandering in the city.

At that moment, the loud shout caused chaos in the gambling den, and many men scattered and fled.

However, the white-clad youth moved swiftly. He opened his mouth and inhaled, and a gust of cold wind blew by. Instantly, two-thirds of the dozens of men fell down, their corpses quickly turning into dried-up corpses. The remaining third of the men also became extremely weak.

The white-clad youth flashed by, and with a series of crisp sounds, he moved at lightning speed and launched a series of attacks, each aimed at vital points, sending the remaining men flying with his powerful palm strikes.

Each of his palms struck the center of the body, the force penetrating through the body and directly shattering the heart.

Ten breaths later, when the young man in white walked out of the gambling den, the commotion ceased and silence fell. There was no one left alive in the gambling den.

He licked his lips and murmured, "The taste is good, but unfortunately, the level of artistry is too low."

His figure flashed, leaping and landing between the houses, disappearing into the night in an instant.

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Lin Qing sat in the attic, flipping through the latest intelligence reports, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Sir, seventy-eight people turned into dried corpses last night. The Devouring Spirit Demon is very fast. From the moment he strikes to the end of the battle, it usually takes no more than ten breaths. Catching him is as difficult as ascending to heaven," Hu Zongyao explained from the side.

"Lord Lin, what is the best way to deal with this situation?" Lin Qing asked, glancing at Lin Siming, who was lounging casually in a chair.

The latter yawned and shrugged: "I have a compass here that can pinpoint the hiding place of evil spirits, but it must be within a range of 500 steps. So, you have to find a way to determine the approximate hiding area of ​​the Soul-Devouring Demon. Otherwise, in such a large city, I could work myself to death and still not find the Soul-Devouring Demon."

"Is it enough to just determine the general area?" Lin Qing asked.

"Not bad, what's wrong? You've come up with a solution?" Lin Siming asked curiously.

"I have a method, but I'm not sure if it will work. Let's try it first. Just wait for my news, sir. Hu Zongyao, go and prepare a portion of the five sacrificial animals' blood and send it to my house as soon as possible," Lin Qing instructed.

"Okay." Hu Zongyao turned and left.

"Interesting. I'm curious, what method are you going to use to find the Soul-Devouring Demon?" Lin Siming asked with a smile.

"It's not convenient to go into details about this, sir. Just wait for my news." Lin Qing smiled.

A moment later, he returned to his own courtyard, where Hu Zongyao had already sent someone to deliver the blood of the five animals.

Lin Qing closed his eyes slightly, recalling the eulogy he had obtained from Sima Yi's soul.