Myriad Immortals

The night was deep.

Zhong Xuan sat cross-legged on the bed, the candlelight flickering and casting a long shadow over him.

"Although Pei Yong exaggerated, it wasn't much. A person who has mastered skin training can indeed withstand weapons with their bare body."

Zhong Xuan looked at the faint white marks on his right arm.

Just now.

Zhong Xuan tried it with a sickle. His skin, nourished by qi and blood, was extremely resilient. The blade of the sickle couldn't even break through his skin. With such defensive power, even some adult men using their full strength would probably find it difficult to harm him in the slightest.

It is truly terrifying.

"No wonder everyone wants to practice martial arts."

In the Qing Kingdom, there is no future without martial arts skills. Even civil officials who reach high positions are all martial arts masters.

In martial arts combat, simply knowing how to attack is not enough; you must also know how to take a hit.

Some martial arts schools don't teach stance training or swordsmanship when they start teaching their beginners; instead, they teach them how to be hit first.

This is the essential skill for navigating the world.

They determined their defensive capabilities.

Zhong Xuan closed his eyes, sat quietly, and practiced breathing exercises to adjust his state to the best.

The reason he was so serious was, of course, because the strength of his opponent forced him to be cautious.

Fifteen minutes later.

He slowly opened his eyes.

I glanced at the sky outside the window.

"The time is almost right; it's dark and windy, perfect for getting things done."

He pulled out a completely black garment from the bottom of the box. In the martial arts world, this thing had a special name—the night-walking garment. He skillfully put on the night-walking garment, put on a mask, and after making sure that no one could recognize him in the bronze mirror, he pushed open the door and went out.

Candles are too expensive.

In villages like Xiahe Village, almost no one can afford to light a lamp. Every household keeps their doors tightly shut, and apart from the occasional noise from the bedside between men and women, there is no activity.

So even before 9 PM, the entire village was already shrouded in pitch black.

Zhong Xuan, with the bones of a crane, wandered along the walls of houses and courtyards like a ghost.

Under the cover of night.

Almost no one could detect his presence.

A moment later.

He came to a large house with a faint light still on, its eaves, so different from the surrounding houses, highlighting the unusual nature of this family.

Step lightly.

He leaped up ten feet like a hawk and vaulted over the courtyard wall with ease.

"The Ma family."

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Ma Family Compound.

A room was still lit by candlelight, and four or five silhouettes were reflected on the window paper.

"Everyone's here."

A burly man with a thick beard sat opposite Ma Lei, speaking in a casual tone.

He was the leader of the Sand Gang, and his status was equal to Ma Lei's. The two had clashed in the past, but today he had no choice but to obey Ma Lei's orders.

"I wonder what kind of hallucinogenic drug that kid gave the young gang leader."

The burly man with the thick beard muttered to himself in dissatisfaction.

He had long been annoyed by Ma Lei's clean-cut appearance, but since Ma Lei had the young gang leader's personal order, he could only endure it for the time being.

"it is good."

Ma Lei nodded.

"Send seventeen men from the Xu family. Remember to kill Xu Mao and Xu Tian."

"Also, send five skilled men to the Zhong family at the east end of the village."

"At midnight, obey my command and take action. Anyone who disobeys will be considered a traitor to the young master."

After giving the instructions.

Several leaders of the Sha Gang pushed open the door and came out.

soon.

Ma Lei was the only one left in the room.

"Xu Mao, let's see how you handle this."

Only the incompetent wait, but he chose to take the initiative. After tonight, all the experts of the Xu family will cease to exist, and Xiahe Village will forever belong to the Ma family.

Even his father, Ma Fu, was unaware of this matter.

Doing so will definitely attract criticism.

But it doesn't matter at all.

The victor is king, the loser is a bandit.

Once he becomes the village head of Xiahe Village, within ten years at most, no one will remember what happened tonight; they will simply shift all the blame onto the bandits.

Ma Lei narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Zhong Xuan...breathing technique..."

He had figured out that Zhong Xuan was learning the breathing technique of Zheng Yue from the Flying Eagle Martial Arts School.

With the reputation of the Flying Eagle Martial Arts School, they naturally couldn't make a move openly.

So he kept waiting.

Tonight is the best opportunity.

Ma Lei didn't trust Mo Sha, nor did he trust Shi Yuanbai. Even if he found that thing, he might not be able to get the breathing technique he wanted. Since that was the case, he would find a way himself.

"Your breathing technique is mine."

Ma Lei rubbed the knife handle with his thumb.

If Zhong Xuan, an elderly man in his sixties, could shine in the academy examination with his breathing technique, then if he were to obtain it, he might very well become a martial arts candidate.

By then, even the Sha Gang will be powerless against him.

A cruel smile crept across his lips.

The scene of torturing Zhong Xuan and prying the breathing technique out of his mouth had already flashed through his mind.

"There's still time."

Ma Lei glanced at the sky, then took out the witch moth he had obtained from Mo Sha from his sleeve.

According to the method described by Mosa.

He pinched his fingertip until a drop of blood fell into the small jade bottle.

The moment the witch, who had been lifeless, sensed the blood energy, her wings suddenly spread open, and a buzzing sound rang out.

The witch moth then flew out of the bottle on its own.

Ma Lei's eyes lit up: "That thing is nearby?!"

unexpected.

He lifted his foot, about to follow Wu'e.

suddenly--

A dazzling, cold light suddenly shone outside the room.

The witch flying in mid-air was precisely cut in two by a single sword strike.

"Who is it?!"

Ma Lei's eyelids twitched violently, not only because Wu'e had been killed, but also because that person had been lurking outside his door all along, and he had been completely unaware of it.

A flower in front of you.

A man dressed entirely in black appeared in the room.

"Such fast movement!"

Ma Lei held his breath, the long sword at his waist already drawn.

No action was taken.

His peripheral vision quickly swept over the person in front of him.

"There's no need for a direct confrontation. The commotion here will soon be noticed by the other tribesmen, and they will launch a coordinated attack. Unless you're a bone-training martial artist, you'll have no choice but to retreat."

Ma Lei's eyes showed a renewed confidence.

As a direct disciple of the Benhu Martial Arts School and a martial artist in the late stage of skin training, even though he had not yet mastered the breathing technique, he was confident that he could hold out for a while.

"Who exactly are you?"

Zhong Xuan did not answer.

next moment.

With a twist of his longsword in his right hand, a violent force surged from his feet, through his waist and abdomen, down his spine, and finally converged in his hand.

Slay him on the spot!

"唳——"

A sharp, piercing sound exploded in the room, like an eagle soaring through the sky.

Ma Lei's pupils contracted sharply, filled with disbelief.

"Nine Strikes of the Flying Eagle!"

"Zhong Xuan?!"

He recognized Zhong Xuan's identity.

After all, there are very few people in the entire Baisha County who can use the Flying Eagle Nine Strikes. Zheng Yue would not come to kill him personally, so it could only be Zhong Xuan.

"You want to kill me too?!"

Ma Lei's forehead veins bulged as he suddenly drew his sword.

It was too late to retaliate.

He suddenly raised his broadsword horizontally.

Swords clashed in mid-air.

Ma Lei's eyes widened instantly. The immense force transmitted through the blade was too much for him to bear. His knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground with a thud.

Blue bricks flew off.

Incredible.

"How can he overpower me with me using only his physical strength without using internal energy?!"