The Reversal of Heaven Begins with The Smiling, Proud Wanderer

I'm determined to make something of myself!

Passing through the courtyard where various clothes are drying, the colorful fabrics sway gently in the breeze, like banners.

Ah Xing happened to meet Huang Fang coming out of the house. The girl was carrying a basin of freshly washed clothes, and there were still glistening water droplets on the ends of her hair.

The moment their eyes met, they were both slightly taken aback.

They met when they were kids; back then, Ah Xing stood up for Huang Fang when she was bullied by a group of thugs.

He left behind a lollipop and ran away.

When they met again, the girl had become the fourth concubine.

Lin Mu was sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard, sipping tea. The tea in the blue and white porcelain cup was clear and bright, emitting a refreshing fragrance.

Upon seeing Ah Xing arrive, he nodded slightly and put down his teacup.

He took out an exquisite crystal bottle, inside which rippled a mysterious purple liquid, refracting a mesmerizing halo in the sunlight.

After mixing three drops of Purple Light Dew into a glass of red wine, Lin Mu handed it to Selena, who was standing next to him: "Purple Light Dew has been added to this. It can improve physical condition. Take Huang Fang to the inner room to take it, and then teach her to cultivate basic guidance techniques."

883 "Understood."

Selena took the wine glass, a hint of tenderness flashing in her icy blue eyes.

She leaned down and kissed Lin Mu on the cheek, then took Huang Fang's arm and walked indoors.

Since practicing the guiding technique taught by Lin Mu, she has found that her dependence on blood is gradually decreasing, and she may soon be able to completely get rid of the curse of the vampires and be reborn.

This is nothing short of a miracle for a vampire who has lived for three centuries.

After the two figures disappeared behind the curtain, Lin Mu turned to A Xing, his eyes sharp: "Although you have opened up your Ren and Du meridians, you lack practical experience."

"The way of martial arts is not about studying behind closed doors, but about honing skills in actual combat."

"Pig Cage Alley is a place where hidden talents abound, and there are several masters you can hone your skills against."

Lin Mu led Ah Xing to the square of Pig Cage Alley, pointed at the three people, and said: "Twelve-Road Tan Leg, Five-Brother Eight Trigrams Staff, Hong Family Iron Wire Fist, these three are all good opponents for you at this stage."

Ah Xing looked in the direction he pointed and saw Coolie Qiang carrying sacks, moving among the piles of goods. Sweat beaded on his bronze back, and his muscles were sculpted like chiseled lines.

The fried dough stick man wielded long chopsticks in front of the oil pan, and the shiny rolling pin in his hands seemed to come alive, occasionally creating a few beautiful twists with the stick.

The tailor sat at the shop entrance, threading the needle with her delicate fingers raised.

In the past, Ah Xing would never have noticed anything special about these ordinary people.

But at this moment, his Ren and Du meridians were open, and his spiritual senses were far more acute than ordinary people. After a little observation, he found that the three people had steady steps and long, even breathing, and were clearly skilled practitioners who had been hiding their abilities.

Lin Mu said calmly, "Go ahead, but stop when you've made your point."

Ah Xing straightened his clothes and walked first toward Kuli Qiang, who was resting under the shade of a tree.

He clasped his hands in a respectful greeting and said, "Brother, judging from your steady stance and brisk movements, you must be an expert in leg techniques (CDBH)."

"I am a beginner and would like to learn a few moves from you. I hope you will not hesitate to teach me."

Coolie Qiang was taken aback for a moment, then waved his hand with a simple and honest smile and said, "Brother, you're joking. I'm just a laborer, I don't know any kung fu!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ah Xing had already lunged forward and delivered a straight kick to the opponent's abdomen.

This seemingly ordinary kick contained immense power, generating a sharp gust of wind.

Faced with the sudden attack, Coolie Qiang's eyes changed drastically, and his honest and simple demeanor was instantly replaced by a sharp edge.

He dodged the attack by sidestepping, then lashed out with his right leg like a whip, sending a whooshing sound through the air as it swept straight at Ah Xing's supporting knee joint.

With a muffled "crack," the two men's legs collided, resulting in a draw.

Kuli Qiang was horrified. His signature move, "Sweeping Through a Thousand Armies," from the Twelve-Road Tan Leg style, was powerful enough to break a tree trunk as thick as a bowl, but now it made his shinbone go numb, as if he had kicked a piece of pig iron.

"Such strong bones and muscles!"

Kuli Qiang couldn't help but praise, his eyes growing increasingly fierce with fighting spirit.

"Come again!"

Ah Xing fought with increasing ferocity, his fists raining down attacks. Although his technique was somewhat chaotic, each punch was powerful and heavy, creating a whooshing sound.

Coolie Qiang's competitive spirit was also aroused, and he immediately put all his skills to use.

The legs moved in a blur, like leaves swept by a whirlwind, combining offense and defense, showcasing the exquisite skill of the Twelve-Road Tan Leg style to the fullest.

At first, Ah Xing was still unfamiliar with the game and could only rely on his extraordinary physique to withstand the attacks, which made him look quite disheveled.

But he truly lived up to his reputation as a martial arts prodigy, and within just ten rounds, he gradually improved, beginning to imitate Coolie Strong's power techniques. His legwork progressed from clumsy to skillful, a rate of improvement that was astonishing.

After several more exchanges, he was able to anticipate his opponent's moves, and his every move displayed the style of a master.

Kuli Qiang was increasingly alarmed as he fought. Suddenly, he saw Ah Xing's figure sway, and his right leg drew a strange arc, which was unpredictable and elusive. It turned out to be the "Tan Tui Zhui Feng Shi" that he had been practicing for many years.

He hurriedly tried to block, but felt a tremendous force surge towards him, and his whole body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the tailor shop, where the iron rings on the shelves jingled and scattered all over the floor.

"Sorry, big brother, I couldn't control myself!"

Ah Xing rushed into the shop to help him up.

Kuli coughed up a mouthful of blood, but waved his hand and laughed, "Good lad, your comprehension is truly remarkable. I've practiced leg techniques for twenty years, and you've learned almost all of them in just a quarter of an hour!"

At this moment, Lin Mu walked over slowly, took out a jade bottle and handed it to Kuli Qiang: "Take this, it will be good for you."

As soon as ten milliliters of Purple Light Dew went down his throat, Kuli Qiang felt a warm current flow through his limbs and bones. His previous internal injuries were instantly healed, and even the hidden ailments left over from years of martial arts training disappeared without a trace.

Even more miraculously, his cultivation, which had stagnated for many years, was showing signs of a breakthrough, and his previously somewhat obstructed meridians became unobstructed.

Kuli Qiang immediately knelt on one knee, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Thank you for the medicine, Commander! I am willing to serve you like a dog!"

Lin Mu nodded with a smile, his gaze turning to the tailor who was tidying up the iron rings: "The Hong Family Iron Wire Fist combines strength and softness. When the fist is thrown, it is like a dragon emerging from the sea, and when it is withdrawn, it is like a giant python returning to its nest. It's a pity that you practice martial arts but not internal cultivation, so you will never reach the pinnacle."

"Tailor, do you still want to improve?"

Upon hearing this, the tailor's iron ring clattered to the ground, and his voice trembled with excitement: "Yes, General, I really want to improve!"

Although he chose to retire, his martial spirit did not disappear. Being able to cultivate internal energy was something he had always dreamed of, and naturally, he could not obtain it.

Most importantly, the tailor knew about Lin Mu's deeds and understood that what Lin Mu did benefited the country and the people, and had long admired him.

"very good."

After subduing Coolie Qiang and the tailor, Lin Mu looked at the fried dough stick peeking out the door and called out, "Ah Gui."

The fried dough stick had been eavesdropping for a while. When he heard Lin Mu call him, he shook his sparse hair and slid down to Lin Mu's knees. His movements were smooth and fluid, clearly showing that he was quite skilled.

"General! Ah Gui has wandered for half his life, only regretting that he has never met a wise ruler."

"When my master taught me the Five Elements Eight Trigrams Staff, he said that this staff technique was a military killing skill, meant to be used to protect the country. Unfortunately, I've been stuck in this small place frying dough sticks all my life..."

Lin Mu interrupted, both amused and exasperated, "Alright, alright, get up."

He then took out three teacups and dripped a few drops of Purple Light Dew into each.

"This is the Purple Light Dew, which is imbued with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It can cleanse the meridians and marrow, and improve physical constitution."

"After you take this medicine, you will follow me as my guards. If you are willing to fight the enemy, you can go to the front line and make a name for yourselves."

Without hesitation, the fried dough stick, the tailor, and Ah Xing drank the spiritual liquid bestowed by Lin Mu. They felt their pores open up, a warm current rising from their dantian, circulating through their meridians, and their blood and qi surging like a river.

Lin Mu then taught them the incantation for guiding techniques and bestowed upon them the Blood Bodhi.

In just half an hour, the tailor and the coolie had already acquired the combat strength of intermediate warriors.

The fried dough stick has even reached the level of a high-level warrior.

Ah Xing reached the intermediate level of War God, more than doubling his strength.

Afterwards, through repeated sparring with the three, Ah Xing integrated what he had learned and made astonishing progress.

I have already mastered the "Buddha's Palm" technique and feel incredibly powerful now.

As the sun sets, a magnificent sunset glow ignites the horizon, as vibrant as blood.

Lin Mu led the four people to the Center for Research on Abnormal People in the British Concession.

The eerie building was surrounded by high walls covered with barbed wire, and a sign on the iron gate read “Military restricted area, no unauthorized personnel allowed.” Two British soldiers patrolled the entrance with guns, their expressions arrogant.

Lin Mu reached out and pressed his hand on the iron gate. A golden light flashed in his eyes, and the entire metal structure of the building was exposed to his perception.

But then a sickening twisting sound rang out, the patrolling soldiers' rifles suddenly bent and deformed, and screams and curses in English came from inside the building. All the gun barrels were reduced to scrap metal.

"These foreigners are using research as a pretext to conduct human experiments on our compatriots."

Lin Mu's voice was as cold as ice, and a hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes: "Over the years, countless innocent people have suffered here. Today, they will pay for their blood debts in blood."

The fried dough stick hesitated slightly: "General, won't this cause a diplomatic incident?"

Lin Mu stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering in the evening breeze, his gaze sharp as a knife: "I have already taken over the British fleet. Now it is they who should be worried."

"From today onwards, the concessions will become history."

"You just focus on killing the enemy. If anything goes wrong, I'll take responsibility."

"Yes, ma'am. I've had my eye on these foreign devils for a long time."

Coolie Qiang roared as he burst through the door, kicking the iron gate away.

These foreigners, who usually acted arrogantly and domineeringly, were like lambs to the slaughter in front of the four experts when they lost their weapons.

Screams rose and fell, the blood of evil staining the white laboratory table red.

Just then, in the dungeon of the experimental center, a bald old man wearing a white vest and flip-flops suddenly looked up, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in his cloudy eyes.

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "A master! The aura of a peerless master! Finally, I can have a good fight, hahahaha..."

He bent his knees slightly and shot into the sky like a rocket, shattering the concrete ceiling as if it were made of paper before his headbutt.

Under the moonlight, Fire Cloud Evil God soared into the sky and landed on the roof of the research center, his flip-flops stepping on the railing at the edge of the roof.

He pushed up his reading glasses, greedily inhaled the blood-soaked air, and let out a piercing laugh like an owl: "Today, if you can't kill me, I'll kill you all!"

Chapter 126: The Fiery Cloud Evil God

The moment the Fire Cloud Evil God appeared, he caught Lin Mu's attention.

He was short and thin, wearing a white t-shirt and loose shorts, with plastic slippers on his feet. His hair was sparse and gray, and at first glance he looked like an ordinary old man.

Only his eyes, murky yet filled with madness, emanated a bloodthirsty aura that was almost tangible.

"His strength is roughly at the level of a high-level warrior."

Lin Mu assessed in his mind: "He is much stronger than the Three Heroes of the Walled City, but he is still far inferior to Ah Xing now."

[Ding! You have come into contact with the legendary figure, Fire Cloud Evil God, triggering the side quest: Dugu Qiubai.]

[Mission Requirements: Within one month, help Fire Cloud Evil God find someone who can defeat him.]

[Task Reward: Randomly selected.]

Upon hearing the system notification, Lin Mu's lips curled into a slight smile.

This task was practically a freebie for him.

Although the Fire Cloud Evil God in front of him was strong, he was no match for Ah Xing, especially with himself present.

At that moment, when the fried dough stick saw who it was, his face turned deathly pale, and cold sweat soaked his back.

"Such terrifying killing intent... there's no mistake, he is the Fire Cloud Evil God!"

"Fire Cloud Evil God? Is he that powerful?"

Ah Xing turned his head curiously and asked. Although he sensed that the other party had an extraordinary aura, he was not too afraid.

"It's more than amazing!"

The tailor's voice trembled, and his grip on the iron ring tightened unconsciously: "He is the ultimate killer king, ranked number one on the assassin list! It is said that he sought defeat throughout his life, killed countless people, and his methods were extremely cruel..."

Coolie Qiang moved silently, retreating several feet away from the fried dough stick and the tailor in a triangular formation.

Although they had received guidance techniques from Lin Mu, their cultivation time was still short, and they were powerless to resist a killing god of this level.

"I don't know if I can handle it..."

Ah Xing muttered to himself, subconsciously swallowing.

Lin Mu glanced at him, a half-smile on his face: "What, scared?"

"Afraid? Are you kidding!"