Crossover: The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, starting with cultivation with the Six Flowers Im

This action made the masked men around them tense up; they gripped their weapons tightly, ready to attack at any moment.

However, Nangong Yehua did not act immediately; he continued in a calm tone:

“I know your purpose very well, but I must tell you that robbery is not a good business.”

"If you are willing to lay down your weapons, I may consider giving you a chance to reform."

The masked men looked at each other in disbelief, not expecting Nangong Yehua to say such a thing.

The leader hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to refuse:

We...we won't give up! Even if you're a master, we'll fight to the death!

As the leader finished speaking, the masked men around him roared and charged towards Nangong Yehua, brandishing their weapons.

However, Nangong Yehua simply smiled and vanished from the spot in a flash.

With a swift movement, he charged into the crowd like a cheetah.

His movements were swift and fierce, each strike precisely hitting the enemy's vital points.

Under his attacks, those enemies at the first and second levels of Qi Gathering were unable to resist at all and could only retreat and dodge continuously.

However, Nangong Yehua did not slow down the pace of her attack.

He moved like the wind, his fists and feet raining down as he relentlessly attacked the enemy.

Each attack was accompanied by a powerful surge of spiritual energy, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

Soon, the masked men fell to the ground, incapacitated.

They lay on the ground, their eyes filled with terror and despair, clearly not expecting to encounter such a powerful opponent.

Nangong Yehua stood in the open space, looking at the fallen enemies.

Under the moonlight, Nangong Yehua stood in the open forest clearing, looking at the masked men lying on the ground around him, his eyes firm and deep.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, with only the sound of leaves rustling gently in the night breeze in the distance.

Chapter 149 Those who snatch others are robbed in return.

At this moment, a masked man who seemed to be the leader struggled to sit up. His eyes flashed with resentment and anger, but even more so with fear.

He tried to mask his fear with a trembling voice, but he still couldn't hide the trembling in his voice.

"Who...who are you? Why...why are you so powerful?"

The masked man asked with difficulty, his voice echoing in the silent forest.

Nangong Yehua clapped his hands lightly, a disdainful smile appearing on his face.

He turned to look at the masked men lying on the ground, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes:

"Is this what you call robbery? This is truly an eye-opener for me."

He slowly walked towards the masked man in the lead, squatted down, and gently lifted the man's mask.

4. What was revealed was a young and immature face, with eyes full of fear and resentment.

"You think you can rob me with your mediocre skills?"

Nangong Yehua sneered.

"That's ridiculous."

The masked leader struggled to speak, but Nangong Yehua did not give him the chance.

He stood up, glanced around, and continued:

"You people keep saying you're doing this for a living, yet you're doing things that are morally reprehensible. Don't you feel ashamed?"

Upon hearing this, the masked people all lowered their heads, not daring to meet Nangong Yehua's gaze.

They knew they had truly failed this time, and failed miserably.

"It's a real pity. I was hoping to give you a chance to reform."

Nangong Yehua stood up, shook her head, and a hint of regret appeared on her face.

But then his eyes hardened again.

He knew that although these people were just following orders, their actions had crossed his bottom line.

He could not allow such a thing to happen again, so he had to nip it in the bud and ensure that these people no longer posed a threat to others.

Nangong Yehua took a deep breath and mobilized the spiritual energy within her body.

He formed a hand seal, and a powerful spiritual energy emanated from his body, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly.

Nangong Yehua bent down slightly and began to carefully examine the items on each masked person's body.

His movements were swift and efficient, like a skilled hunter inspecting the spoils of his prey.

He found spirit stones and some rare medicinal herbs on them.

These treasures, which are priceless in the eyes of ordinary people, are just minor gains in Nangong Yehua's eyes.

He put all the items into his pocket without any expression on his face.

After looting all the valuables, Nangong Yehua stood up and glanced at the masked men lying on the ground once more.

He took a deep breath, formed hand seals, and prepared to launch his final attack.

With a low shout, a powerful spiritual force erupted from his body, sweeping across the entire battlefield like a storm.

The masked men's bodies instantly collapsed under the impact of this energy, turning into ashes and dissipating into the night sky.

Nangong Yehua stared at the empty battlefield, his face expressionless.

He knew that his actions might bring more trouble, but he was prepared to face anything.

He turned and left, disappearing into the depths of the forest, leaving behind only silence and emptiness.

After dealing with the battlefield, Nangong Yehua slowly emerged from the depths of the forest. The moonlight shone on his resolute face, giving him a silvery glow.

Although his steps were steady, it was not hard to see the weariness in his heart.

Chapter 150 Internal Injuries, Hidden Dangers of Rebirth

After leaving the forest, Nangong Yehua arrived at the path leading to the town.

The road was especially quiet at night, with only distant lights and the occasional barking of dogs breaking the silence.

Nangong Yehua took a deep breath, feeling the fresh scent of earth and grass in the air, which relaxed his tense nerves a little.

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After entering the city, Nangong Yehua quickly searched for a suitable place to stay in the dimly lit streets.

His gaze swept around and finally settled on a quaint and clean inn.

The lanterns in the inn swayed gently in the wind, emitting a warm glow, as if inviting him to come in and rest.

As he entered the inn, a faint woody fragrance wafted towards him, mingling with the aroma of food, making him feel very comfortable.

The inn was not noisy, with only occasional hushed conversations and the clinking of bowls and chopsticks.

Nangong Yehua walked to the counter, his gaze immediately fixed on the middle-aged man behind it. He nodded slightly and spoke concisely:

"Boss, are there any rooms available?"

The innkeeper put down his teacup, glanced at Nangong Yehua, then nodded and replied with a smile:

"Yes, sir. There is a quiet room on the second floor that would suit you perfectly."

Nangong Yehua didn't say much. He took out a spirit stone from his pocket, gently placed it on the counter, and said:

"Then let's take this one."

The innkeeper's eyes flashed with surprise upon seeing the spirit stone, but he quickly regained his composure. He picked up the spirit stone, retrieved the room key for Nangong Yehua, and respectfully handed it to him.

"This is your room number. Your room is on the second floor, on the far east side. Please call me anytime if you need anything."

Nangong Yehua accepted the room card, nodded slightly in thanks, and then turned and walked towards the stairs.

He didn't ask any more questions, nor did he show any unnecessary words or expressions, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor throughout the entire process.

Nangong Yehua went up the stairs to the second floor and found her room.

The room was small, but it was clean and tidy. A wooden bed was placed by the window, and outside the window was the night view of the town.

Nangong Yehua placed the bundle on the bed and casually closed the door.

Although Nangong Yehua appears calm on the surface, she is under immense pressure inside.

He had only recently been reborn, and although his cultivation had recovered rapidly, his internal body still appeared somewhat disheveled.

The battle with the masked man forced him to exert all his strength, almost draining his spiritual energy and causing a faint stinging pain in his meridians.

However, Nangong Yehua knew she couldn't show any signs of fatigue.

Although those masked men had lost their fighting ability, their last stand before death should not be underestimated.

He must remain vigilant to prevent the dangers posed by their death throes.

Therefore, even though Nangong Yehua's body was riddled with holes after the battle, his face remained expressionless, as if everything was under his control.

He silently endured the physical pain, hiding his exhaustion deep in his heart.

When he emerged from the forest, entered the town, and found the inn, he was already at his last gasp.

He went into the room, closed the door, leaned against the door panel, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Only now did Nangong Yehua dare to relax her tense nerves and feel the fatigue and pain in her body.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and began to circulate the spiritual energy within his body to repair the damaged meridians.

I can feel the spiritual energy flowing slowly through my meridians, taking away the pain and fatigue.

Although the process was slow and painful, Nangong Yehua knew it was an inevitable path.

Chapter 151 Breakthrough at Four Levels

Inside the room, a dim lamp flickered, but it did not disturb his cultivation.

An invisible barrier seemed to form around Nangong Yehua, shutting out the noise and disturbances of the outside world.

Nangong Yehua began to mobilize the spiritual energy within his body. He felt a warm current slowly rising from his dantian and gradually spreading throughout his body.

He guided the spiritual energy to flow through his meridians using his familiar cultivation methods, nourishing his body like a stream.

As the spiritual energy flowed, Nangong Yehua's body seemed to be enveloped in a faint light.

Every inch of his skin, every vein, was nourished and repaired under this radiant light.

The minor wounds left from the previous battles gradually healed under the influence of spiritual energy.

Nangong Yehua's consciousness followed the flow of spiritual energy, sensing the changes inside her body.

He could clearly feel the flow of spiritual energy through his meridians and how it nourished his body.

At this moment, Nangong Yehua's mind reached an unprecedented level of concentration and clarity.

The time spent cultivating seemed to pass both quickly and slowly.

Nangong Yehua seemed to have entered a state of selflessness, completely immersed in the world of cultivation.

His spiritual power was constantly increasing, and his meridians became stronger and wider after being nourished.

When Nangong Yehua awoke from his cultivation, he felt as if his body had been reborn.

He stood up, stretched his limbs, and felt an unprecedented sense of comfort and strength welling up from the depths of his body.

Nangong Yehua sighed deeply, a sense of helplessness and worry welling up in her heart.

He understood that although this reborn body possessed the memories and experiences of its previous life, its cultivation and physical abilities were still incomparable to those of its predecessor.

He is now more like a novice cultivator who needs to constantly cultivate and hone his skills in order to gradually return to his peak state from his previous life.

Nangong Yehua sat down on the bed, took a deep breath, and felt an unprecedented surge of excitement.

He closed his eyes, and his consciousness gradually sank into the system space that only he could access.

Cultivation level: Fourth level of Qi Gathering

Physique: Peak Mahayana Stage

Quality: Immortal Grade