Gou Zai Yao Wu Simulated Immortal

The Great Sun Dynasty, Xiangyang County, deep in the mountains.

The mountain wind rustles through the forest, where ancient trees stand tall and dense.

In a stone cave hidden in the shadow of a cliff, the firelight glowed a ghostly green, making the cave walls appear damp and cold like scales.

Two figures were sitting inside the cave.

One was a man with a sinister face, dressed as a scholar, and with three-white eyes.

He was slowly stroking a small, snow-white fox.

The fox's fur was glossy and it was as docile as a domesticated pet.

The other person was a burly, imposing man.

He was burly and broad-shouldered, with one arm bare, exuding a fierce and scorching aura.

Sitting there, he was like a freshly forged iron block.

The man stroked the white fox and said lazily, "I've been to the White Reed Marsh."

"The Demon Slayer Division has already cleaned up Hu Mei'ai's entire gang."

The burly man frowned immediately, his voice booming like thunder: "Didn't she receive aphrodisiacs bestowed by the Fox Lord?"

"A mere team of one or two demon-hunting squads can take her down?"

The man shook his head, a cold glint in his eyes: "I heard it from a little snake over there that hasn't developed any intelligence yet."

"The one who did it was a young man."

"Unfortunately, the little snake is too shallow in its understanding; it can't even remember what the other person looks like. It only knows that the other person is young, but it is ruthless in its attack."

At this point, he sighed softly, his fingers brushing against the tip of the white fox's ear in his arms.

He showed a hint of regret: "What a pity."

"My fine furnace has been destroyed outside just like that."

Upon hearing this, the burly man merely gave a cold snort.

Snakes are inherently lewd, but foxes are even more alluring.

These guys only know how to engage in yin-yang cultivation and lure people into sexual practices.

We were never on the same path.

If it weren't for the Demon Lord's order to have them infiltrate the southern lands together to lay out a plan, he would never have bothered associating with any fox or snake demons in his entire life.

The atmosphere in the cave suddenly turned cold and heavy.

Just then, a series of footsteps sounded outside.

soon.

A man dressed in silk and satin, who looked like a country gentleman, was escorted into the cave by more than ten knife-wielding bandits.

The gentry's face was drained of color, and his forehead was covered in sweat. As soon as he entered the door, he bowed to the man with the whites of his eyes: "Lord She... Lord She."

"Can the Jade Serpent Gang really eliminate the Li family? I have money, I can offer a lot of it."

Lord She looked down at the local gentry.

His pupils slowly rose, turning into a thin, cold slit, like a snake's gaze.

He stroked the white fox in his hand and retorted, "Money?"

"Heh... What did I do to make you think you can buy me to kill for you by offering some money?"

"They won't even address you as 'gang leader,' are they afraid of getting into trouble?"

The gentry wiped the sweat from his brow with his shirt, but the more he wiped, the more sweat appeared, trickling down his temples.

He hurriedly bowed even lower: "I didn't mean to disrespect you, it's just... it's just that the Li family is powerful and blocks my path to wealth, and I really don't want to get into trouble."

Upon hearing this, the man's eyes flashed with a fierce glint: "Interesting."

"You begged me to wipe out the Li family for you, but then you said you didn't want to cause trouble?"

"What do you take me for? Something to be used and discarded at will?"

Seeing that the gang leader was enraged, the bandit raised his knife and brought it down next to the gentry's head.

The local gentry was so frightened by the scene that his legs went weak, and he repeatedly cried out, "Chief She! Chief She! I had no such intention!"

The man with the whites of his eyes stared at him for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing.

"If you don't have that intention, then that's fine."

"I've heard that your daughter has grown into a beautiful young woman."

"Send him here to be my godfather. That would add another layer of friendship between us."

"I, the leader of this gang, will naturally take care of the Li family's affairs for you."

The gentry's face drained of color, and his fists clenched white in his sleeves.

In the end, she gritted her teeth and lowered her head: "Okay..."

"Don't worry, Chief She, I will send my daughter here tomorrow... tomorrow."

"I only ask that you take action and remove the Li family from my eyes."

The man waved his hand dismissively, his tone utterly relaxed: "The Li family? They're nothing more than a flick of the wrist."

The local gentry, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, bowed repeatedly before being escorted out by the bandits.

Once the footsteps faded into the distance, the cave fell silent again.

Only then did Chief She extend his forked, slender tongue.

He licked his lips, a lewd glint in his eyes: "Although Hu Mei'ai is dead, my cultivation cannot stop."

Upon hearing this, the burly man grew even more impatient.

With another cold snort, he abruptly stood up and strode out of the cave.

As soon as Fang emerged from the stone cave, the illusion vanished.

His body hair grew wildly, his back arched high, and in the blink of an eye he transformed into a black bear over ten feet tall.

The bear was large and imposing, with jet-black fur.

Most terrifyingly, it was surrounded by wisps of dark red demonic flames, which burned the surrounding vegetation until it curled slightly.

This is the bear demon that Li Qian can't forget and that is the source of his inner demons.

After the black bear disappeared into the night.

The man in the cave simply leaned against the stone seat, holding the white fox, and gave a cold smile.

"A brainless brute."

"You think you're worthy to stand shoulder to shoulder with me if you only possess brute strength?"

"Once you obtain the fragment, your death will be imminent."

He lowered his eyes and tapped the stone table beside him with his fingertips.

I wonder what they're planning.

Outside the cave, the night was deep and the mountains were silent.

……

Meanwhile, in Zhenlingzhou, in a thatched hut by the lake.

It was already dark.

Li Qian was sitting cross-legged on the couch at this moment.

Two booklets, "The Thirteen Night Patrols" and "The Demon-Slaying Blade," were spread out in front of him.

The dim light in the room illuminated his serene expression.

Li Qian turned to the last page of "The Thirteen Night Patrol Records" and slowly exhaled.

"I see."

It is called the Thirteen Stances, but it is actually thirteen methods of standing, turning, lifting the hips and sinking the knees.

Li Qian got up and went to the woods behind the house.

The moonlight spilled down, and a cool breeze blew across the lake.

He stood with his feet apart, knees slightly bent, and hips tucked in, following the diagrams in the book.

The first sinking lamp post was placed.

In a short while, the muscles in his legs tightened, and his feet took root, sinking into the mud.

He then proceeded to replace the piles one by one.

Listening to the wind and avoiding shadows, patrolling the streets and treading the ridges...

One after another, they naturally formed a line.

If it were an ordinary person, it would probably take several months of practice to become familiar with the form.

It would take another six months to a year before one could be considered truly proficient.

However, Li Qian's comprehension and foundation are now incomparable to what they used to be.

After one practice session, the clouds parted and the moon appeared.

Li Qian kept moving, finishing the last four piles in one go, and then suddenly stopped in place.

A lake breeze swept over me, causing my robes to flutter in the wind.

He gripped the ground firmly with both feet, his waist and hips twisting together into a powerful, rounded force.

Li Qian looked down at his legs; this was the peak of his strength, and he felt somewhat relaxed.

This "Thirteen Night Patrols" is more straightforward and also more superficial than "The Essence Refinement".

No wonder it can only stay at the Elephant Muscle Gate.

He stood there for a while, waiting for the heat in his legs to gradually subside.

He turned around, picked up the long sword from the side, and opened the book "The Demon-Slaying Blade".

This sword technique lacks grand, sweeping movements and doesn't emphasize graceful variations.

For just two words, to kill the demon.

Every move was aimed at the parts of the monster most vulnerable to being killed.

Simple yet practical.

He stood still, sword in hand, and began to execute his moves according to the manual.

My first cut was still a bit clumsy.

But by the third strike, the blade and the stake had become one, and the body and mind had become one.

So he stopped being bound by the rigid diagrams in the book.

He gradually integrated the familiar Yangwumen staff techniques into his swordplay.

The sword danced faster and faster.

The instrument moved at will, suddenly taking on a sharp and scorching quality.

The lush grass was bent low by the biting wind.

laugh!

A tree as thick as a waist was cut into three sections with a single stroke, the cut surfaces looking like they had been scorched, emitting a burnt woody aroma.

"Let's call this move 'Blazing Blade Technique'!"

Naming has always been Li Qian's weakness.

However, now that his understanding has begun to mature and he has put his combined skills to the test, he should have a name.