Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

Boom!

The towering city gate tower was smashed down.

Large chunks of blue bricks and broken wooden beams with array patterns crashed into the moat, stirring up turbid water columns several meters high.

The second-tier Warehouse Moving Iron Rhinoceros waded out of the ruins.

It shook off the gravel on its thick neck, and with the heavy traction rope on its back, it actively pulled the enormous load-bearing bottom rack forward.

This beast, which was usually driven mad by the cultivators, had now become the vanguard of this caravan of survivors.

With each step it took, the ground would tremble.

"Master Lu! Stop it!"

The white-haired old woman ran after him, shouting at the top of her lungs.

She pointed to the various whip marks on Tie Xi's body.

"This big guy eats the dregs of poison dumped by the Immortal Alliance year after year!"

The old woman was so anxious that she kept slapping her thigh.

"It's just an empty shell, clinging to life only by the little bit of demonic blood inside!"

"If you let it run wildly, it wouldn't even cover a mile before its blood and energy reverse and it dies on the spot!"

Lu Chen stopped in his tracks.

He glanced back at Tie Xi, who was panting heavily from exhaustion, and his brows furrowed.

The large black iron boot slammed into the ground.

Lu Chen turned his head and glanced at the group of rogue cultivators behind him whose loan contracts had just been erased.

"Are they all deaf?"

Lu Chen's rough voice boomed in the night.

"Go and pull the ropes on both sides!"

"Share the weight!"

"If this beast dies of exhaustion halfway there, I'll crush your dantian one by one!"

More than a hundred low-level cultivators trembled with fear.

They dared not utter a word and rushed forward, grabbing the rough hemp ropes on both sides and putting them over their shoulders.

Their true essence circulated wildly, and a group of cultivators who usually considered themselves superior turned red in the face, treating themselves like oxen and horses being pulled along.

With the weight distributed, the Iron Rhino's heavy breathing became noticeably calmer.

The convoy continued to move forward.

When you pass through the outermost edge of the city, both sides are filled with dilapidated shantytowns.

The narrow, muddy alleyway was filled with a sour, foul smell.

Behind those tightly closed, dilapidated wooden doors, pairs of terrified eyes peeked out.

The low-income residents of the city were terrified by the commotion that had just occurred.

Sudden.

A wooden door on the left was ajar.

A gaunt woman, her hands trembling, abruptly threw half a bag of things onto the muddy street.

That was a small half-bag of dry rations mixed with sand.

Followed by.

The window on the right was pushed open.

A bunch of dried and yellowed bitter vines was thrown out.

"Great Wilderness Lord!"

"Grandpa, the Demon God!"

Suppressed cries echoed from the slums on both sides.

"This is all the food we have left!"

"Consider it all as toll money!"

"Please, please have mercy and don't trample our shacks down!"

In this messed-up world of cultivation.

People at the bottom of society understand the law of the jungle best.

When gods fight, mortals suffer. When a ruthless person passes by, spending money to avoid disaster is the only way to survive.

Lu Chen's large black iron boots stopped in the muddy water.

He looked down at the half-sack of substandard dry food at his feet, but didn't bend down to pick it up.

The veins on the back of his large, thick hand throbbed.

He turned around and waved to the thin boy in the convoy who was protecting the little girl.

"Did you bring the account book?" Lu Chen asked.

The boy quickly pulled out a tattered account book he had just stolen from his pocket and nodded vigorously.

"Look carefully!"

Lu Chen stretched out his large palm and pointed to the trembling entrances of the slums on both sides.

"Make a mental note of all the house numbers where these things are thrown!"

The boy was taken aback, then quickly picked up a charcoal pencil and sketched rapidly on the paper.

Lu Chen turned around, his chest puffed out, and dark golden extreme qi and blood churned beneath his black skin.

"The Great Wilderness's Extreme Path: We Don't Rob Poor Guys!"

The rough and violent roars echoed like thunder throughout the entire outer city shantytown.

"The day the flag of the Seventh Mining District is planted here!"

"I'll pay you back with interest!"

The cries from the dilapidated houses on both sides abruptly stopped.

Countless eyes were pressed against the crack in the door, staring incredulously at the terrifying figure carrying the ancient evil stele.

The convoy continued forward, turned the corner, and headed straight for the important grain storage area in the south of the city.

Outside the granary in the south of the city.

The dozens of celestial city guards who were originally stationed here had long been terrified when Lu Chen smashed the city gate and had fled completely.

Lu Chen stepped forward and kicked the heavy, iron-clad warehouse door to pieces.

The warehouse has a very large interior space.

On the left were bags piled high with top-quality spiritual grains that shimmered with a lustrous sheen.

And on the right.

However, it was piled up like a mountain of moldy and blackened old grains.

A pungent, musty smell wafted over.

This is a unique type of "turbid qi valley" found only in the cultivation world.

The old vendor stepped forward, grabbed a handful of blackened rice grains, trembled with anger, and began to curse loudly.

"These heartless beasts!"

The old vendor slammed the moldy, inferior grain onto the ground.

"They drained the vital energy from the array, causing the rice to rot from the earth's stagnant energy!"

"When we encounter famine and people starve to death in the lower realms, they'll sell us this moldy, poisonous rice at exorbitant prices!"

"It's all to squeeze every last drop of our hard-earned money out of us!"

The porters' eyes reddened as they listened, their pickaxes clenched so tightly they creaked.

Lu Chen grinned widely and let out a chilling laugh.

"Load it onto the truck."

Lu Chen pointed to the Spirit Valley on the left.

"Keep these good supplies and take them back to make medicine for the seriously wounded in the camp."

Then, his thick fingers suddenly pointed to the rows of moldy rice mountains on the right.

"The rest of the inferior grains, whether moldy, hairy, or infested with maggots!"

"Load everything onto the truck!"

The porters were stunned.

The old merchant opened his mouth in confusion: "Master Lu, this poison will cause your intestines to rot if you eat it."

"Humans cannot eat it."

Lu Chen's jaw muscles tensed suddenly, revealing an unreasonable ferocity.

"Take it back to compost!"

"Feed the livestock in the wilderness!"

"Scrape it clean! Throw all the dirt from the bottom of the granary! Don't leave a single grain of rice for these cultivator scum!"

At the command, hundreds of people rushed into the granary like madmen.

The monks were fighting to survive, and the porters were fighting to vent their anger.

The sacks were quickly carried out and heavily piled on the load-bearing bottom shelf.

In less than half an hour, the huge granary in the south of the city was so moved that even a rat would come out with tears in its eyes.

The night grew deeper and deeper.

Not a single star could be seen overhead; they had all been shattered by the chaotic spiritual energy above the immortal city.

The enormous evacuation force moved slowly, like a giant centipede wriggling in the dark.

Fragments of light flashed by.

The convoy finally crossed completely out of the edge of the supply city's magic array coverage area.

Lu Chen stayed at the very back of the convoy.

He held the 110,000-jin (approximately 65,000 kg) Primordial Evil Stele of the Heaven-Suppressing Wilderness upside down with one hand, turned around, and faced the shimmering immortal city behind him.

The large black iron boot slammed to the ground.

The Extreme Blood Furnace within Lu Chen's chest cavity was operating wildly.

He forcibly compressed the tenfold Abyss Force Field to its limit.

Instead of spreading outwards, it all converges at a single point on the base of the ominous monument.

"open!"

Lu Chen let out a muffled roar.

With his arm muscles bulging, he raised the fierce monument, aimed it at the dried-up horizontal ditch on the ground, and slammed it down hard.

boom!

The earthquake trembled.

The terrifying pressure penetrated the rock strata and poured directly into the depths.

Several miniature earth veins connecting the immortal city underground collapsed on the spot under the crushing force.

Once the earth's veins were severed, the previously smooth spiritual energy of heaven and earth above instantly turned into a violent storm.

The air currents tore at each other, creating a visible gray vacuum zone outside the city.

That was the [Spirit-Suppressing Forbidden Zone], a place where there was no chance of survival.

In this area, all the immortal essence will be instantly drained.

Whether it's riding a flying sword or wielding a magical artifact.

Anyone who dares to fly through the air will, the moment they lose the support of true energy, fall straight down like a dead bird with broken wings and be smashed into a bloody pulp.

After doing all this.

Lu Chen picked up the black monument again, turned around, and strode to catch up with the convoy.

Not long after.

Behind the immortal city, three blinding beams of light tore through the night sky and hurtled towards them.

The head of the local law enforcement hall, along with two trusted elders, caught up with them.

"stop!"

The hall master stomped on the flying sword in mid-air.

The escape light suddenly braked, creating a piercing sonic boom.

He was just a hair's breadth away from crashing into that gray, desolate death zone ahead.

The hall master looked down at the completely severed earth vein cracks and was so frightened that his scalp tingled and cold sweat instantly soaked through his Taoist robe.

"What a vicious bastard."

The hall master gritted his teeth, flipped his wrist, and pulled out an ancient bronze mirror engraved with blood-red runes from his wide sleeve.

This is the secret treasure of the Immortal Alliance used to track down top experts: the Blood Mirror of Pulse Finding.

He poured his true essence into the mirror, illuminating the darkness in the far distance across the Dead Zone of Spirits.

Ripples spread across the blood-red mirror surface.

The image gradually became clear.

It was a majestic figure carrying a huge black monument.

The hall master stared at the mirror, and suddenly, a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

It was clearly reflected in the mirror.

With each step the seemingly indestructible ancient fiend took, tiny, murky blood foam spurted from its mouth and nose with each breath.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The hall master threw his head back and laughed loudly, then put away the blood mirror.

The initial hesitation to retreat, stemming from fear of Lu Chen's brute strength, vanished completely.

"His lungs were filled with the toxic fumes and foul air from a rat hole!"

The hall master turned to look at the two elders and immediately gave the order.

"There's no need to force our way into this dead zone and risk getting into trouble."

"Relay my master's order!"

"Let everyone surround us from the ground."

"Use the 'hawk-training tactic'!"

The hall master's face was full of calculating ruthlessness: "Like a pack of wolves eyeing their prey, they hang on at a distance."

"No one is allowed to get too close; let him drag that broken stone along!"

"We'll wait until the poison in his lungs takes effect, rotting his internal organs and causing him to collapse, then we'll go up and collect his body to claim the credit!"

The cold wind howled in the wilderness.

The convoy slowly trudged along the rugged dirt road.

The thin boy sat atop a tall pile of herbs, clutching the tattered ledger tightly in both hands.

He used the faint glowstone in the hands of the rogue monk for illumination.

He meticulously counted the mountain of life-saving supplies piled up on the truck, stroke by stroke.

The boy's face, covered in mud, no longer showed a numb expression.

For the first time, light shone in those eyes that had always been filled with fear.

That was the hope of survival.

The old merchant followed the procession, stumbling along, and as he looked at the long, magnificent line of carriages, he couldn't help but shed tears.

He quickened his pace and moved closer to Lu Chen, his voice trembling.

"Master Lu..."

The old vendor wiped away the tears from his face.

"It's been over a hundred years."

"Since the rules for cultivating immortality were established, this is the first time that we, the common people of Dongxuan Prefecture, have encountered this."

"For the first time, we've forcibly taken back our very means of survival from the immortals' city!"

Lu Chen carried the monument without replying.

His broad chest heaved more and more violently.

Deep within the lungs, the compressed, turbid bone fragments were frantically rubbing against the fragile lung lobes with each step.

Every breath of cold air I took felt like swallowing a barbed knife.

The excruciating pain from his rotting lungs assaulted his nerves in waves.

My breathing became heavier and heavier.

Lu Chen gritted his teeth and forcefully suppressed the urge to cough that was rising in his throat.

He absolutely cannot show weakness at this time.

He couldn't let the hundred or so rogue cultivators in front of him, who might turn against him at any moment, see his weakness.

Lu Chen's spine stood as straight as a javelin.

He stood like an unshakeable iron tower at the very back of the convoy, shielding the backs of all the survivors in front of him.

A long journey.

Finally, a gray-white dawn broke on the horizon.

The morning mist spread across the wasteland.

Passing through the mountain pass ahead, the massive, abandoned outline of the Seventh Iron Mine appeared and disappeared in the mist.

You can vaguely see clusters of anxiously burning fires high up in the camp.

Got home.

But Lu Chen's heavy black iron boots did not loosen their grip.

Because he heard it very clearly.

From the very distant patch of withered grass behind them came an extremely faint rustling sound.

The vicious dogs of the Immortal Alliance's Enforcement Hall were following the scent relentlessly.

An even bigger storm is looming over the Seventh Mining Area.