I am a coroner, and I have some knowledge of martial arts!

"Those who are sealed away, heed my command, and receive my Qi..."

The back hill of Chenjiazhuang.

Wang Chuang held a prayer wheel in his hand and kept murmuring to the withered grave, his voice wavering.

From the prayer wheel, streams of Qi slowly spread out, and with his murmurs, these streams of Qi seemed to possess a vibrant life force, constantly drilling into the withered grave.

The originally raised, withered grave began to slowly rise and pupa-like as this Qi flowed in.

The soil broke open, like a bud about to bloom.

In the blink of an eye, the original withered mound of earth disappeared, replaced by a deep pit.

Inside the deep pit was a dark red coffin, locked by eight iron chains.

Each of the eight chains was as thick as an arm, and each chain had a different rune pattern on it.

The coffin, bound by eight chains, was not laid flat on the ground below, but rather suspended vertically in the air, like a person standing.

One stream of Qi flowed into the eight chains, and the runes on the chains gradually lit up, dragging the coffin up from the deep pit and landing in front of Wang Chuang.

Become!

Wang Chuang stopped what he was doing with a smile on his face.

The soul-suppressing technique that was sealed outside Long Yujun's coffin has now been broken by him, but he is not in a hurry to open the coffin.

Although Long Yujun has been dead for over five hundred years and has become a ghost cultivator, her remains still harbor deep resentment.

If you rashly open the coffin, you may very well be overwhelmed by the resentment contained in Long Yujun's corpse!

Moreover, as long as Long Yujun's remains are in his hands, he can use the soul control technique passed down to him to take Long Yujun under his control!

The powerful immortal cultivators who could easily sweep through Chen Family Village are now his subordinates. Just thinking about it makes him excited.

As Wang Chuang turned to leave, he saw Su Wuchen looking at him with a smile.

seem.

Su Wuchen was already here.

"Why are you back?"

Wang Chuang raised an eyebrow, his face showing displeasure, and said, "Brother Su, this is a place for immortal cultivation, not your martial arts alliance's territory!"

"I know."

Su Wuchen nodded. "At the same time, I'm also curious why the Immortal Alliance's Immortal Police Department sent someone out, but only you came?"

"The Immortal Police Chief was spun off from the Martial Alliance's Investigation Division. According to regulations, two officers are always dispatched on duty. But you ignored those looters below and headed straight for the abandoned graves in the back mountains..."

"They were able to break through the soul-suppressing technique that sealed Long Yujun's corpse so easily..."

"Tsk tsk tsk, buddy, who exactly are you? You're so hard to guess!"

Upon hearing this...

Wang Chuang remained silent, his gaze calmly fixed on Su Wuchen. "You're just a member of the Martial Alliance's Inspection Division. Why get involved in such trouble?"

"No."

Su Wuchen shook his head. "It's not that I want to get involved in this kind of trouble; it's that I'm already in trouble."

"Heh, then you're really in trouble."

Wang Chuang sneered and raised his hand, unleashing a barrage of sword energy towards Su Wuchen.

Facing the barrage of sword energy, Su Wuchen smiled and retreated, simultaneously drawing his Zhuo Yi Spear. "Dude, you don't think I'm out of my mind, do you?"

Ding ding ding.

The sword energy shattered, and Wang Chuang frowned, "A seventh-rank martial artist!"

"Otherwise what?"

Su Wuchen smiled slightly, "Knowing you're a seventh-grade immortal cultivator, how could I dare to come and intercept you?"

"It's well hidden."

Wang Chuang raised his hand and summoned flying swords that circled around him. "However, there are differences even among those at the seventh rank."

"for example?"

"for example……"

As Wang Chuang turned the prayer wheel in his hand, Buddhist chants resounded in Su Wuchen's ears.

"I am a seventh-grade Great Perfection cultivator!"

The constant Buddhist chanting that stimulated his eardrums, coupled with the rapidly approaching sword lights, made Su Wuchen's heart sink.

Ma De.

This bastard has also concealed his cultivation level!

but……

It's alright!

Splash!

The sound of waves rose within Su Wuchen's body, like a rushing river, surging endlessly.

"A surge of qi and blood?!"

Wang Chuang was stunned for a moment, not expecting that this unassuming-looking guy in front of him had actually reached the limit of a ninth-grade martial artist.

Despite this, Wang Chuang didn't take it to heart!

The gap between the two sides cannot be bridged by a martial artist who has broken through the ninth rank limit.

unless……

Ding ding ding.

The sword energy struck Su Wuchen's body, but only pierced his outer garment, failing to leave any scars on his skin.

"this……"

"Armor?"

"Didn't expect that, did you?"

Su Wuchen grinned, brandishing his spear, and thrust it forward.

In a daze.

Wang Chuang felt the water vapor coming towards him.

Even though it was just a spear that was thrust at him, it gave him the illusion that he was in a waterfall or a river!

"May the Venerable One protect you!"

The primordial energy emanating from the prayer wheel surged outwards, intricately weaving around Wang Chuang's body.

At first glance, it looks like a cocoon.

But after Su Wuchen was forced back, he discovered that the source energy protecting Wang Chuang was not a cocoon, but a Buddha!

"Wow, you've got a really mixed bag of skills!"

Su Wuchen looked surprised.

What is this?

Cultivating together with immortals and Buddhas?

"As long as it increases my strength, who cares what I cultivate?"

"...That makes sense!"

Su Wuchen nodded in deep agreement.

The next second, the Buddha who was blocking Wang Chuang suddenly swung his fist, which was the size of a water vat, and smashed down.

"Silent iron lies hidden in the earth's veins, suddenly spring thunder roars, splitting the abyss!"

A spear thrust out.

In Wang Chuang's vision, there was only a blinding white light filling his entire eyeball, and he could no longer see anything else.

As the white light dissipated, Su Wuchen's spear was seen pressed against the Buddha's right fist.

Click.

The clear, crisp cracking sound made Wang Chuang's expression change drastically.

Starting from the Buddha's right arm as the breaking point, the collapse spread throughout his entire body. In an instant, the Buddha crumbled like a shattered piece of porcelain.

"this……"

"It seems there's a lot of exaggeration involved in your cultivation level."

Su Wuchen grinned, "Then try this move of mine!"

buzzing.

Streams of blood and qi surged through Su Wuchen's body, and nine inverted mountain peaks faintly appeared in the space behind him.

With just one glance, Wang Chuang was so shocked he almost fell over.

"The essence of marksmanship?"

"This is impossible!!"

"How can such a terrifying style of marksmanship still exist in the world?"

"Who exactly are you, and why do you possess such powerful ancient techniques?!"

Wang Chuang's face was filled with disbelief.

Su Wuchen breaking through the limits of the martial arts realm has already exceeded his imagination. What is even more unbelievable is that he not only has a seventh-grade armor to protect his body, but also possesses an ancient technique with extraordinary phenomena!

This is absolutely unacceptable!

"who I am?"

Su Wuchen grinned, "I'm your father!"

"Prepare to die, you bastard!"

As the spear thrust out, the nine inverted mountains behind him vanished, disappearing into Zhuo Yiqiang's spear like a whale sucking in water.

"You want me dead?"

Wang Chuang suddenly grabbed the flying sword and plunged it into his chest cavity, blood instantly gushing from the wound.

however.

Instead of showing any pain, Wang Chuang gradually became frantic.

"You're not worthy!"