I lent my brother 500 yuan, and he offered his wife as collateral.

……

Lingxuzi.

Oh no, Wang Dachui.

At this moment, half of his old face was swollen like an over-fermented purple steamed bun, and the two missing front teeth made his breathing sound like a hissing wind.

"You...you..."

Wang Dachui leaned against the wall, the arrogance in his eyes vanished, replaced by an almost manic shame and indignation.

He cultivated for sixty years, and in front of which wealthy merchant in Sichuan was he not revered as a "superior immortal"?

I actually got slapped in the face today by some young guy who's barely got any hair on his chin?

This isn't just a slap in the face; it's like putting his foundation on the ground and stomping on it with a big foot.

"My teeth aren't all gone, so my speech is unclear."

Qin Feng took a step, his leather shoes making a soft rustling sound on the damp grass.

He turned his head and waved to Su Qingxue, who was hiding behind the door: "Qingxue, cover your eyes. What's coming next doesn't conform to the core socialist values."

Although Su Qingxue was terrified, she still obediently nodded.

She watched Qin Feng's retreating figure and called out worriedly:

"Brother Feng, be careful of his magic!"

"Don't worry, science can overcome all superstition and supernatural phenomena," Qin Feng replied with a gentle smile.

Turning his head, the gentleness on his face vanished instantly.

"You little beast! I'm going to extract your soul and burn it on a sky lantern for forty-nine days!"

Ling Xuzi screamed and slammed his right hand, holding the compass, onto the ground.

"Phantom Step, Swift!"

With his roar, the old Taoist's withered body twisted strangely, and his greasy Taoist robe cast four or five afterimages in the pale moonlight.

In an instant, that chilling face was everywhere in the courtyard.

These afterimages, layer upon layer, combined with the light and shadow effects after the "Minor Five Elements Formation" was disrupted, made it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion, thus sealing off all of Qin Feng's escape routes.

[Target Skill: Shadow Step]

[Principle: Visual persistence is created by using light refraction and rapid direction changes.]

[Weaknesses: Unstable lower body, old meniscus injury in the left knee, and a 0.3-second shift in center of gravity.]

[Review: Flashy and gimmicky, I suggest just kicking it out.]

Qin Feng looked at the small golden characters that popped up in his field of vision and couldn't help but think to himself: This guy is really a half-baked idiot. Even his footwork is just a way to put on a show by relying on optical illusions.

"Qingxue, watch closely. This kind of footwork is flashy and seemingly unpredictable, but in reality, the lower body is unstable and the center is wide open. It is a typical case of a failed 'human body optical experiment'."

Qin Feng's voice was unhurried, even leisurely as he explained.

"court death!"

All the afterimages overlapped at that moment, and Ling Xuzi's whisk suddenly pierced Qin Feng's heart.

The handle of the whisk clearly concealed a mechanism, its tip flashing with a pale blue, cold light.

Qin Feng sneered.

He didn't back down, he didn't even try to block.

What Ling Xuzi considered a sure hit was, in Qin Feng's eyes, as slow as an old lady crossing the street.

He turned to the side, lowered his shoulders, and swung his tail like a dragon.

Qin Feng raised his right leg, accompanied by a violent sonic boom, and struck first despite being behind!

"Snap!"

Crisp and melodious, it sounded like snapping a dry, withered tree.

All the illusions shattered in an instant, disappearing completely.

Ling Xuzi's thin, withered left leg bent at a strange 90-degree angle under Qin Feng's unadorned kick.

"ah--!"

A bloodcurdling scream tore through the night sky.

Ling Xuzi was like a kite with a broken string, tumbling several times on the grass before crashing heavily into a landscape stone on the courtyard wall.

He clutched his broken leg, drenched in cold sweat, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

"How could you possibly... see through my Yin Ghost Steps? That's a secret technique of Qingcheng Mountain!"

"A secret technique?"

Qin Feng walked up to him, looking down at him condescendingly. "You call this a secret technique? It's just that the fog is a bit thick. If you put it under the midday sun, you wouldn't even be able to make a shadow. It's just bullying middle-aged and elderly people with poor eyesight."

"You...you're a madman!"

Ling Xuzi, after all, lived a life of constant danger, and the intense pain only fueled his ferocity.

He suddenly flung a black smoke pellet from his pocket, muttering, "Five Thunder Gods, lend me your true fire, by command!"

boom!

The smoke pellet exploded, and a thick, pungent white smoke suddenly enveloped Qin Feng.

In the white smoke.

Ling Xuzi pulled out a yellowed talisman from somewhere, and with a flick of his finger, blue-purple sparks actually ignited on the talisman.

That's a thunder talisman!

Although it was only the lowest-grade palm thunder, it did indeed carry a somewhat intimidating divine power in the pitch-black night.

"Die!"

Using the smoke as cover, and disregarding his injuries, Ling Xuzi pressed the talisman, crackling with electricity, heavily against Qin Feng's chest!

Su Qingxue heard a loud "boom" from inside the house, and saw sparks flying through the glass. Startled, she covered her mouth and screamed, "Brother Feng!"

however.

A second passed.

Three seconds passed.

The burnt smell and screams I had imagined did not materialize.

Qin Feng stood in the center of the thick smoke, glanced down at the blue sparks that were still "bouncing" on his shirt, and then looked up at Ling Xuzi, whose face was blank.

"Is this all the thunder magic you've cultivated for sixty years?"

Qin Feng's voice was tinged with disappointment, and even a hint of regret.

"The talisman was coated with a mixture of white phosphorus, which ignited upon friction, generating an explosive high voltage of about three thousand volts. The voltage looked high, but the current was not even as great as static electricity in winter."

Qin Feng reached out, pinched the talisman with two fingers, and gently twisted it.

The spark went out.

The white paper turned to ash.

"That power is only slightly better than the electronic ignition in a lighter. Old man, you're going to use something that can't even cook a fried egg to kill someone?"

Qin Feng tugged at a small piece of fabric on his chest that had been blackened by smoke.

That skin, which had been cleansed and become as tough as elephant hide, didn't even leave a red mark.

Ling Xuzi has gone completely mad.

He felt his worldview being crushed into pieces by the young man in front of him.

Even the most accomplished disciples of major sects couldn't withstand the physical power of talismanic lightning techniques like this!

"Gu... Yes, I still have treasures! Since lightning can't kill you, then let the bloodthirsty mother Gu devour your internal organs!"

Ling Xuzi's face was contorted with rage. He bit his tongue hard and spat a mouthful of blood onto the whisk in his hand.

The whisk, which was already half-bald, emitted a piercing buzzing sound after absorbing blood.

Immediately afterwards, countless slender, poisoned steel needles roared out from the dust tail.

Amidst the dense rain of steel needles, there was also a black dot that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

It was a Gu worm that was as clear as obsidian, yet carried terrifying poison!

"Die!"

The steel needles blocked his movement, and the worms went straight for his throat.

This is Ling Xuzi's trump card, a life-saving move. He once used this move to kill a well-known boxing champion in Southeast Asia.

Qin Feng's eyes flickered:

Material: Low-strength nylon mixed with inferior cast iron.

[Gu Insect Status: Bloodthirsty Mother Gu, its weakness lies in the central nervous system. Due to long-term feeding with chemical feed, its toxins are extremely unstable.]

"You dare call a substandard industrial product your personal magic weapon?"

Qin Feng did not retreat but advanced.

He took a deep breath, and the hidden energy within his body surged wildly into his arms.

Eight Extremes Iron Bolt!

His hands drew a smooth, circular arc in front of him, so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye, creating a clearly visible, transparent wave of air!

Ding ding ding ding—!

Those poisoned steel needles, strong enough to pierce steel plates, struck Qin Feng's palm strike, which was filled with hidden force, and made a metallic clanging sound before falling to the ground like scrap metal.

Not finished yet.

The black Gu worm had flown to within ten centimeters of Qin Feng's eyes.

Qin Feng pinched his fingers together in mid-air.

"puff."

Like crushing an expired grape, the bloodthirsty mother Gu exploded into a pool of foul-smelling black water between Qin Feng's fingers.

"This genetically modified pest should have been eradicated long ago."

Qin Feng flicked his fingers, his figure blurred, and he appeared in front of Ling Xuzi in the blink of an eye.

Ling Xuzi looked up and saw a Shura radiating endless murderous aura.

"You...don't..."

"This elbow strike to the heart is for the innocent souls you killed."

Qin Feng bent his right elbow and used his waist and hips to generate power.

"Bang--!"

This was a perfect Eight Extremes Collapse.

Ling Xuzi's withered chest caved in with a terrifying dent from that elbow strike.

puff--!

The blood mist he spat out solidified in the cold air, and his whole body, like a tattered sack, traced a tragic trajectory in the air, flying more than ten meters away.

"Splash!"

Ling Xuzi slammed heavily onto the pile of people formed by the six assassins.

The already unconscious assassins let out a painful groan when struck by the heavy blow.

Ling Xuzi's dantian qi vortex completely collapsed.

A once-renowned master of the Xuanmen sect lost all his cultivation and became a cripple.

He lay paralyzed in the crowd, blood and foam constantly gushing from his mouth, his cloudy eyes filled with despair.

"I...I am an outer disciple of Qingcheng Mountain...for the sake of the Daoist sect..."

"You talk too much."

Qin Feng walked up to him, his eyes cold. "In your next life, choose the righteous path, don't stray!"

"From today onwards, you are no longer a Taoist priest, you are just Wang Dachui."

Having said that, he lifted his foot and gently stepped on the compass that was emitting black smoke.

Click.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

Qin Feng slowly turned around, raised an eyebrow and smiled at Su Qingxue, who was staring in disbelief inside the room, through the glass, and pointed to the tragic scene outside the window.

"See, this is what happens when you don't study physics properly."

"We must trust science; using science to avoid risks is truly a proven truth."