A player on Mount Hua starts by obtaining the Prism color entry.

Chapter 86 Mistaking Wuhua for a Japanese Person

The Hengshan Sect members rested in a small town two hundred miles away, so no one would suspect them. Even if they were investigated later, they would only find that they were on their way. Two hundred miles is a distance that would take two days to travel, so there was no way they would have had time to commit the crime.

In the martial arts world, might makes right. There's no need to reason when you're overwhelming the opponent. If you're strong enough, no one will doubt you.

Lu Ming covered his face, wore a straw hat and mask, and held a Japanese samurai sword he had forged himself. This time, he not only wanted to rob the Sun Moon Cult's convoy, but also to pin the crime on the monk Wuhua.

This little brat actually managed to incite Qiao Feng to cause him trouble, so he should return the favor. An eye for an eye!

Whether you believe it or not is not important; what is important is that Monk Wuhua has this ability!

It doesn't matter if he's not good with a sword; he's still highly proficient with other weapons. With his katana in hand, he flashed past in the next second.

Swish!

The headless corpses of the three escort disciples at the end of the convoy suddenly stopped. The disciple in front tried to shout for the people behind to push the cart harder, but his throat moved a few times and only blood flowed out.

The box was casually tossed into his luggage space. The murder and robbery were carried out in one smooth motion, so skillful that one would doubt if it was his first time.

"who!"

Tong Baixiong sensed a trace of energy, and his muscles instantly swelled, concealing the veins and blood vessels beneath his skin. His hair and beard bristled like an enraged giant bear.

The only response he received was the screams of the cult's disciples, who were often killed instantly. A black figure could be seen weaving back and forth, and occasionally a disciple who tried to run away would be pierced through the neck by a unique diamond-shaped dart.

"Get out of my way!"

Seeing his followers being slaughtered like chickens and dogs, he slammed his right hand out with tremendous force, creating a series of ear-piercing sonic booms in the air.

But the opponent was ghostly; before his iron palm could strike, the person had already flashed several feet away, splitting an elite disciple in two right before his eyes.

"Ah! You're dead! Attack!"

As expected of elites, a unique iron fishing net was thrown over, which would stop an ordinary expert from breaking free in time. If they were not able to break free in time, they would die on the spot from the blows of knives and axes.

There wasn't just one fishing net; four or five were thrown over together, with stones tied to the ends. Once tangled, the fish would be unable to move.

Even if the Thirteen Protectors of the Songshan Sect came, they would not dare to avoid their sharp edge.

Lu Ming could certainly have sliced ​​it open with a purple sword aura, but this time he chose the most primitive close combat in order to frame Monk Wuhua.

With a flash, the Flying Willow and Light Smoke Technique brought the person out of the coverage area. A severed head was still clutched in their hand; the silent killing, devoid of any emotion, was like a soul-reaping messenger taking lives.

"Who are you, sir! I am Tong Baixiong, an elder of the Sun Moon Divine Sect. If you are willing to show mercy, the Holy Sect will surely offer you a great gift!"

Lu Ming remained silent, his figure flashing, each pause accompanied by screams of agony. Without a word, he killed a man with every step, leaving not a trace of his own flesh.

Tong Baixiong was furious. Anyone who dared to provoke the Sun Moon Sect here was either a fool or a mortal enemy! Who was it? Zuo Lengchan or Yue Buqun? No one else would dare do this!

He noticed the other person's weapon, a very unique blade, which seemed to be from Japan.

"You're from Japan!"

"You're the Japanese one, your whole family is Japanese!"

Enraged, Lu Ming became increasingly reckless in his attacks, slaughtering all of the more than one hundred members of the Sun Moon Cult in less than a quarter of an hour.

Even Tong Baixiong, a man who had killed countless people and wiped out entire families, felt a chill run down his spine when the other party targeted him. With a roar, he unleashed the Sun and Moon Heavenly Demon Palm, using almost all his strength. His palm intent was firmly locked onto the thief, either killing him while he dodged or taking the blow head-on!

He was very confident, and his sudden breakthrough in the face of fear actually allowed him to grasp some of the essence of palm techniques. Even if Zuo Lengchan came, he would be seriously injured if he faced him head-on!

Unfortunately, he was unaware of Lu Ming's strength or his identity.

The previous exchange was all about Lu Ming building up his momentum. The "the more you fight, the stronger you become" attribute was working, making the killing feel incredibly easy. Despite his overwhelming strength, he could still increase his power during the battle, with every casual move possessing the power of an entry-level Grade A martial art.

The Wild Fist technique allowed him to see through Tong Baixiong's martial arts flaws. What appeared to be perfect was actually riddled with holes. He couldn't see through Qiao Feng's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, and he couldn't even see through this little Hen San?

He swiftly drew his sword, ignoring the locked energy, and thrust it straight at the acupoint on the wrist, striking where it was weak and avoiding the strong!

"what!"

With a scream of agony, Tong Baixiong's wrist flew off. Lu Ming separated his left index and middle fingers and thrust them forward!

"what!"

You're blind!

With another move, he destroyed his dantian and qi sea, leaving him a cripple unable to practice martial arts even if he recovered. This man's hands were stained with the blood of the Five Mountains Sword Sects; he had slaughtered several villages, leaving no one alive.

He was knocked unconscious with a single blow; he wouldn't wake up for at least three days and three nights. As for whether he could survive, that depended on his fate.

He casually gathered up the supplies, including the silver, secret manuals, medicines, and clothing carried by the disciples.

He cut the reins, made a cut on the mule, and the pain spurred them to gallop away. Then, he stepped on the empty wagon to propel himself into the air, disappearing without a trace into the forest.

It wasn't until the next day that the branch altar, having received the news, sent people to meet them. What they saw, besides dried, dark red blood, were rows of naked corpses, a truly gruesome sight. Some had been pecked beyond recognition by crows, their faces completely disfigured.

Fortunately, their efforts paid off, and they found Tong Baixiong unconscious. If it weren't for his exceptional martial arts skills, he would have died from blood loss long ago.

The only surviving elder, though his hands were cut off and he was blind, was still alive and could at least reveal some information about the killer.

Unbelievable! If this got back to Blackwood Cliff and Dongfang Bubai found out, what a huge uproar it would cause! Lu Ming changed his clothes on the way and even took the time to wash himself before quietly returning to the town. He traveled with the rested group as if nothing had happened.

He patiently waited until nightfall, then took Yue Lingshan into the inn, and the two of them vanished in a flash, returning to their home.

Lu Ming then took out all the boxes and threw the clothes into the stove to burn. Yue Lingshan helped organize the items; there were so many things, all sorts of things.

Sleeping potion, aphrodisiac powder, and aphrodisiacs?

The manual was also incomplete. I thought it would be a gold coin reward, but I was wrong. It wasn't worth anything.

Yue Lingshan happily fiddled with the objects, not asking where they came from, since everything her husband did was right. She unconditionally trusted Lu Ming; otherwise, she wouldn't have arranged the land route for him before their marriage.

"Five-hundred-year-old wild ginseng and he shou wu, wow, not bad!"

One of the brocade boxes was protected very well and locked with a mechanism; if it were forcibly broken open, the contents would be destroyed.

This was no challenge for him. The "Lianhua Baojian" contained everything, including lock picking. Combining the entries "Jianghu Experience" and "Sense Enhancement," he finally managed to open the brocade box made by the skilled craftsman after some effort.

A pure white lotus flower, exuding a chilling aura, is presented in a brocade box, its beauty breathtaking even in its simplest form.

"A 500-year-old snow lotus from the Tianshan Mountains!"

Even Lu Ming couldn't help but take a deep breath. The world is full of wonders, and there are indeed medicinal herbs that are hundreds of years old and unknown to most people, hidden deep in the mountains and forests. But only those with the right fate can find them; without it, you won't recognize their value even if they're right in front of you!

Lu Ming picked up the medicinal herbs and headed towards the back mountain. These herbs had to be placed at the resource point. Every time he collected herbs for a lottery, if he found a Tian Shan Snow Lotus, it would be a 500-year-old one!

With the looted silver and materials provided by Sang San Niang, we can upgrade the level of the back mountain and unlock the Grade A resource points!

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