Human Martial Venerable: Starting from the Synthesis Technique

Chapter 103 Kill

Outside the courtyard.

Zhou Xiao had just stepped out of the courtyard gate.

A violent martial arts aura suddenly erupted behind him, its power as vast as mountains and as intense as the sea, his blood boiling and burning!

Like molten lava, its domineering force extinguished the lanterns on the courtyard wall instantly.

Under the moonlight, visible ripples spread through the air, and waves of earth-shaking tremors swept through the air.

Zhou Xiao lost her balance, and her back tensed up instantly.

He quickly retreated dozens of meters, and only then did the chilling and oppressive aura in his sight slowly weaken.

Even so, it still shines as brightly as a beacon in the darkness, too dazzling to look directly at!

Zhou Xiao's heart pounded, and a look of shock flashed in her eyes.

"Magnificent power, magnificent martial arts~" she murmured.

Followed by.

"Ah~~~"

A piercing roar suddenly echoed from the courtyard, filled with endless pain and fear!

As if it had been torn apart by something, the sound lasted only a few seconds before abruptly stopping.

Instead, a dull thud was heard, and the entire courtyard building, including the side rooms, hall, and outbuildings, collapsed with a crash.

The night wind blew by, carrying the choking smell of dust from the ruins, burying the stench of blood in the courtyard.

"Tsk, it failed, but it wasn't a complete failure."

A voice, tinged with regret and a sigh, suddenly rang in my ears.

Zhou Xiao was startled, only to find that Feng Xiu had appeared six feet away from him at some point.

"Young Master Feng, what have you done?"

However, Feng Xiu seemed to still be immersed in some kind of epiphany.

"The physique of a first-grade demon is too weak; it simply cannot withstand it." Feng Xiu looked down at his hands, as if talking to himself.

"With all nine locks fully opened, combined with the primordial magnetic force, breathing technique, and energy technique, it did indeed reduce a trace of sediment and impurities."

"But if you squeeze your blood and qi in, the blood lock can't be fully opened, so the transmission of martial arts is questionable. The meridian power of demons is different and they can't withstand it."

Feng Xiu remained calm and composed. This was back when he defeated Jin Mu and abolished his demonic power.

He once said that the source of demonic power is the heart.

"Moreover, this method of forcibly opening the other person's pores can both absorb blood and transfer blood."

"Young Master Feng, what are you talking about?" Zhou Xiao's eyes widened in astonishment, flashing several times.

Feng Xiu ignored him, muttering to himself, his eyes brightening again, "If... if I could find an even stronger demon..."

The Dacang Mountains.

The mountain range narrows abruptly between two peaks, creating a narrow canyon in the middle.

The valley is shrouded in mist year-round, and the damp, cold air is mixed with the smell of rotting leaves.

Halfway up the mountain, there is a dilapidated temple with blue bricks and gray tiles, and most of the plaster has peeled off, revealing yellowish-brown adobe bricks.

The stone steps in front of the temple were cracked in several places, and wild grass as tall as a person grew in the cracks, blowing this way and that in the wind.

The gold paint on a Buddha statue in the temple has faded, revealing a gray-white stone core.

"Bai Yan, I'll fuck your mother!"

The Buddha head was broken off at an uneven point, and the temple ground was covered with a thick layer of ash, which felt soft and spongy underfoot, raising a cloud of dust.

Blackie's voice boomed in the dilapidated temple. He stood in front of the Buddha statue, clutching a tattered gray cloth robe in his hand.

He threw it hard on the ground, his face trembling with anger.

"Where are they? Where are they?!" Blackie threw his clothes on the ground and turned to glare at the two people behind him.

Standing to the left behind him was a young man with a golden chain around his head, a jade stone embedded between his eyebrows, and a handsome face.

"I've already told you, why waste words with this kind of monster? Just catch it."

The young man crossed his arms, leaned against a pillar, and watched Blackie get angry, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

"Brother Lingyun, you're wrong about that," Blackie said, his face displeased.

"Oh?"

"I'm doing this all for the sake of the people of that city. If Bai Yan insists on fighting me to the death, who knows what tricks he has up his sleeve? If I don't say something tough to keep him in check, what if something serious happens?"

Qian Lingyun smiled faintly, but did not refute Hei Ye's stubbornness.

"Old Hei, I said back then that since this monster can predict good and bad fortune and understand yin and yang, it probably already knew when we went to capture it."

Another man's voice spoke calmly, "Now that he's escaped, it'll be difficult to catch him again."

The man was dressed in a yellow robe with gray-green strips of cloth hanging down from his shoulders, sleeves, thighs, and even calves, with strips of cloth about a foot long hanging down.

He had a dignified appearance, with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a square jaw, exuding an aura of integrity.

He glanced at Blackie and shook his head helplessly.

As he spoke, he casually waved his right hand, and a ribbon hanging from his wrist shot out like a serpent, instantly extending tens of meters.

Head straight for the headless Buddha statue, where the lotus pedestal with its hanging ribbons is wrapped around its base.

With a gentle lift, the stone Buddha, weighing over a thousand pounds, was lightly lifted by the hanging ribbon and suspended in mid-air.

There was nothing under the Buddha statue; there wasn't even a mouse hole.

"Damn it!" Blackie gritted his teeth in anger.

"I fucking refuse to believe it! The three of us can't catch a monster!"

As the belt of the Buddha statue loosened, it landed steadily back on the spot, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

The next instant, the countless ribbons hanging from her body seemed to come alive, scattering in all directions like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.

Dozens of cloth strips emerged simultaneously, rummaging through the dilapidated temple, crawling under the offering table, and sweeping along the base of the walls.

The entire dilapidated temple was turned upside down, dust billowed up, and Blackie sneezed several times from the choking dust.

Then.

Qian Futing pulled back the sash, and the cloth strips were tucked back into his clothes one by one.

Hei Ye's face was ashen. He cupped his hands to Qian Futing and said, "Second Master Qian, please be lenient with me this time and accompany me on this trip. I, Old Hei, will remember this favor for the rest of my life."

Qian Futing reached out and dusted off the dust on his shoulder, his tone filled with curiosity.

"Old Black, we've known you for so many years, and this is the first time we've seen you in such a hurry."

He paused, then asked, "What exactly did Bai Yan do to offend you that you're going to such lengths to find him?"

Qian Lingyun's brow gleamed with a faint light as he looked at Blackie with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

After thinking for a while, Blackie decided to tell him some details of the trip.

He looked up, but instead of answering directly, he changed the subject and asked a question in return.

"Second Master Qian, if someone could break through the four major barriers of muscles, bones, skin, and membranes within a month, could that person be considered a genius?"

Qian Futing was taken aback and exchanged a glance with Qian Lingyun.

Qian Lingyun spoke first, "To open up one's muscles, bones, and skin in one month and achieve mastery of body refinement is quite rare for a martial artist from the inland region. It is comparable to the true disciples of those major sects in Jinzhou."

"No." Blackie shook his head and chuckled.

"Yunzhou?" Qian Futing raised an eyebrow.

"Of course!"

Although the person wasn't him, seeing the surprise on both of their faces, Blackie felt a sense of pride.

"Three feet and three inches from the sky, breathing in half a breath of clouds."

Qian Futing's voice carried a hint of emotion, "On the plateau, one's qi and blood naturally sink, and one's muscles and bones are naturally locked. The same skill, if practiced for a day in the inland, might not be as good as if practiced for three days in Yunzhou. If one were to break through to the body refinement stage in Yunzhou in a month, the resistance one would face would be more than twice as great as that faced by martial artists in the inland."

Qian Lingyun clicked his tongue in amazement and added, "The martial artists of Yunzhou emphasize qi and blood rather than cultivation level; they're quite something!"

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The Yunling Plateau inherently limits the breakthroughs of martial artists, even after so many days here.

He also carefully observed the local martial arts scene, including martial arts techniques and weapons.

All of these align with the powerful and unrestrained martial arts style associated with excessive blood and qi.

"Old Hei, is this guy you're talking about someone who's been to the Bloodstained Pass?"

Absolutely not!

Blackie's answer was resolute and decisive.

Upon hearing this, Qian Futing and Qian Lingyun were both taken aback.

"I've never been to Zuixue Pass."

Zuixue Pass is a perilous pass located at the border of Yunzhou and Jinzhou.

After passing this hurdle, the terrain drops sharply, the air becomes humid and soft, and the rich, powerful energy cultivated on the plateau will explode instantly.

The flow of qi and blood is like a flood bursting its banks, unstoppable!

The Body Refinement Realm focuses on building a solid foundation, but it doesn't guarantee that one's Qi and blood will flow smoothly.

Once inside the Bloodstained Pass, the sweet, refreshing air of the plains allows one to refine oneself, making it easier to master that power.

"Now I'm actually looking forward to the day he crosses the Bloodstained Pass." Qian Futing suddenly smiled, a hint of anticipation in his smile.

"Since they're asking for my help now, Bai Yan is the perfect gift I've found for them. What do you two think?"

Without even looking up, Blackie found a raised platform to sit down, took out a dry biscuit from his pocket, broke off a piece and threw it into his mouth, chewing very slowly.

Qian Lingyun's eyebrows twitched.

The expression on Blackie's face was different from usual; he had lost much of his usual slickness.

"Hey Blackie, do you know something?"

Blackie is well-acquainted with all sorts of people in the underworld. Like ducks sensing the warmth of spring water, he knows exactly what's going on.

I can always find out immediately.

Blackie's gold teeth gleamed as he swallowed them with a gulp.

He reached up and touched his forehead, then sighed again.

I've been traveling these past few days and haven't slept well; my temples are throbbing.

Even after being away for so many days, news from Qingyan City had been constant, with Shen Nian sending a message by carrier pigeon every half day.

"I can't really say," Blackie shook his head, then hesitated, "I just feel something's off."

"What's strange about it?" Qian Futing asked.

Blackie glanced at him and slowly uttered three words.

"Embroidered Robe Bureau".

The air inside the dilapidated temple seemed to freeze.

Qian Lingyun and Qian Futing exchanged a glance, both seeing the seriousness in each other's eyes.

Qian Futing suppressed his smile.

"The Embroidered Robe Bureau monitors the martial world. Although it wields great power, it has always only set up posts in major cities. Orders from the capital are sent to the prefectures, and then from the prefectures down to the next level, which is very slow."

"But now, the Pearl Light Chamber of Commerce has entered Yunzhou, distributing martial arts resources on a massive scale—martial arts techniques, elixirs, weapons, whatever you want, they have it all, and the prices are ridiculously cheap. Don't you find that strange?"

Qian Lingyun frowned slightly. "You mean, the Embroidered Robe Division is forcing things to grow too fast?"

"Not only that." Blackie shook his head. "You've all heard about what happened in Qingzhou. The Black Abyss monsters have appeared, and the Embroidered Uniform Guard personally sent people to quell the unrest. But how many people are in the Embroidered Uniform Guard? Can a group of Black, White, Silver, and Gold Envoys really handle a whole state's monsters?"

The Qian brothers' expressions turned slightly solemn, even though neither of them were from Yunzhou.

However, they all keenly realized that something was unusual about this matter.