Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike.

He was certain he wouldn't survive the next vicious blow.

Under the all-encompassing light of his mind, he clearly saw that Li Xin's right hand had already touched the hilt of the sword on his shoulder as if it were a phantom.

In an instant, Jingtang formed the Immovable Fundamental Mudra with one hand, while the other hand, as if holding a delicate flower, gently pressed down on Li Xin's right elbow.

At the same time, he gently exerted force in his chest muscles, creating a silver bottle about the thickness of two fingers.

A black and yellow light surged at the mouth of the bottle, as if a power was about to be unleashed.

The sound waves emitted a sound, causing Li Xin to pause slightly in his attack...

Jing Tang's bones and blood, which were about to be shattered by a single punch, became as stable as a mountain again, stopped cracking, and quickly recovered.

However, Jingtang's complexion did not improve; instead, it became even paler.

the reason is simple.

Li Xin threw a punch with his left hand, then slightly lowered his wrist, turning his fist into a palm.

In the face of impossibility, a second, heavy offensive was launched.

An attack force exceeding five thousand jin was concentrated in the palm print, causing the air to explode and thunder.

A palm struck Jingtang heavily on the Tanzhong acupoint on his chest.

This slap was even more ruthless.

A barrage of blows followed; before the first punch had even finished, the second palm strike had already been delivered.

Without the complete blessing of the Vajra body of Acala, Jingtang's sternum collapsed.

A semi-circular palm print appeared behind him, piercing through his back.

With a soft "plop," blood spurted out like an arrow.

At the same time, Jingtang could no longer maintain his balance.

Even force cannot pull it away.

His body flew backward like a rag doll.

bang...

It crashed through half of the blue brick wall along the street, flew straight for three zhang (approximately 10 meters), and reached the sky above the center of the street.

"what……"

At this moment, Jing Tang's appearance was as gruesome as a ghost, he was vomiting blood wildly, his hairband was ripped apart, and his hair was flying wildly.

He opened his mouth and roared, sending waves of sound sweeping in all directions.

Pedestrians on the street covered their heads and swayed, their faces all showing signs of pain.

On the second floor of Zuihuayin, the guards and others who had just arrived also felt their legs go weak.

I seemed to see something terrifying before my eyes and almost collapsed.

Jing Tang let out a long roar, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes, and he was still able to form hand seals.

He clasped his hands together slightly, forming the Fearless Lion Mudra, and was about to activate his own silver bottle.

A quick glance revealed that her chest was completely empty.

The precious bottle that had always been with him, along with the thirteen and a half taels of dragon energy inside, had vanished without a trace.

Are you looking for this?

Li Xin held the small silver bottle in his left hand, took a step forward with a cold smile, and his body floated in mid-air, as if he were being lifted up by the breeze of the long street, and did not fall.

His talent for using Kuaishou (a short video platform) allows him to move so fast that even he can't see it clearly.

Others naturally can't see it either.

He snatched the bottle from Jingtang's hand without her noticing.

He coldly watched Jing Tang fly backwards and fall.

Li Xin's voice carried a hint of melancholy: "Without the support of the grand formation, when you truly step into the limelight, you are nothing."

Before he could finish speaking...

A flash of light, like a sliver of moonlight falling from the sky.

It swept across Jingtang's neck.

This strike encountered no resistance, as if cutting through rotten wood.

Jing Tang's head flew into the air, blood spurting upwards. His body plummeted downwards, landing with a thud in front of the coffin shop.

It stained half of the doorway red.

"Let's go back."

Li Xin shook his head, looked at the panicked pedestrians running in the street, and then looked back at the group of guards and girls on the second floor of Zuihuayin who were on the verge of tears.

He turned and left.

Wang Jingya and Cheng Feiyan jumped down from the building without saying a word and followed behind.

They boarded the carriage and slowly drove away from where they stood.

"You just killed him like that?"

Cheng Feiyan's eyes were filled with excitement and doubt, and she felt that she had a thousand words in her heart but did not know how to express them.

"if not?"

"Make him behave himself, and tell him that this is the Silver Bottle Monk's disguise?"

Li Xin chuckled: "There's no need. Those who know already know. And for those who don't, there's no point in explaining it to them."

I'm just a little curious, after losing two of his prized disciples, will Master Wuchang Benyuan still be able to sit back and relax his grip on power?

If we say that the Golden Bell Monk was old and his potential had been exhausted, he wouldn't receive much attention back then.

But this monk in the silver bottle was different.

Not only is he young, but he is also highly skilled.

Furthermore, they cultivate both magic and martial arts, advancing in tandem.

He is clearly a rare and outstanding direct disciple of the Great Snow Mountain Sect.

Li Xin didn't believe the other party had many disciples like that.

Let alone disciples, there probably aren't many experts of this level in the entire Great Snow Mountain.

Otherwise, even if a hundred or so people came, the foreigners wouldn't have a chance.

Assassinations and behind-the-scenes machinations alone could bring down these embassies in the capital.

"will not."

Wang Jingya suddenly interjected, her tone quite certain, "According to my father, that person has lived deep within the palace for ten years without stepping out of the Great Array."

It seems that the palace formation is more suitable for his cultivation.

His cultivation level had reached a bottleneck, and he was unable to break through it for a long time.

Therefore, he will not come out unless absolutely necessary. At most, he will intervene when a high-ranking official in the palace is facing a life-or-death situation.

"Did they say how the old monk was going to break through the bottleneck?"

"It's most likely alchemy!"

Wang Jingya's expression turned slightly grim: "Over the years, children have frequently gone missing, and their whereabouts have never been found."

It's likely related to the Wuchang Temple, though that's a very bold guess. But it's the most probable possibility.

"My father also said that throughout history, there have been people who fell into a kind of demonic possession because they wanted to live forever."

It's not surprising that a few monks from the Great Snow Mountain faction have fallen into demonic possession.

Li Xinning was willing to believe that this was true.

People can be categorized as wise or foolish, and also as good or evil.

Good people don't need to try to understand what bad people are thinking.

Even bad people can't understand some of the actions of good people.

It just goes to show that in a big forest, you'll find all sorts of birds.

Let's just guess that for now.

If what Wang Jingya said is true, then Master Wuchang Benyuan would not have given up his own affairs for the sake of others.

It's even less likely that they would directly break out of the palace.

This is good news.

Li Xin had no idea how strong that old monk was.

He wasn't too worried because he wasn't going to storm into the enemy's lair and there was no formation to suppress him.

He was just a little more cautious, thinking that he still needed to improve his strength as soon as possible.

Ultimately, all worries and fears stem from one's own lack of strength.

'It seems we need to switch to a different information gathering method as soon as possible.'

'Today, I acted as a chivalrous hero, eliminating a demon who secretly harmed children, yet I gained absolutely no spiritual power, not even a trace of faint red spiritual power.'

'In the eyes of the world, my current image is probably not very good.'

Some people regard me as a Buddha.

Some people see me as a demon...

This world is very strange.

Whether you can gain genuine respect and affection from others often depends not on what you do, but on how you act.

"In the long run, training disciples oneself is the most suitable approach. Passing on skills and martial arts, with students spread throughout the land, will naturally gain a group of true followers."

But distant water cannot quench immediate thirst...

To gain a large amount of trust in a short period of time, it's still necessary to rely on this decaying and declining empire.

This is called a "backdoor listing".

It can squeeze every last drop of light from this dynasty.

"The martial arts examination is almost here..."

Li Xin sighed.

Just as they reached the vicinity of Li Garden, they ordered the carriage to stop.

Lifting the carriage curtain, one can see the end of the long street in the distance.

A group of people were holding a banner and shouting loudly...

The crowd behind them grew larger and larger, and the shouts grew louder and louder until they became a raging torrent.

"Can you hear what they're shouting?" Wang Jingya stared intently, then turned to look at Cheng Feiyan.

Cheng Feiyan lowered her head slightly, her mood suddenly becoming somewhat somber: "No need to listen anymore. It's about abolishing the imperial examination system, dismissing corrupt officials, and opening up channels for free speech... They... they've stirred up such a huge wave of activity without being prepared, I'm afraid..."

Even Fei Yan, a senior student who was auditing the class, noticed a lot.

How could Li Xin not see it?

He knew that the arrow was on the bowstring and had to be released; some things had to happen.

Unexpectedly, this reform was implemented more than a month ahead of schedule.

I don't know if there's something to it.

"Will Brother Xin help them?" Wang Jingya remained silent for a while before asking.

Li Xin shook his head: "I don't like this dynasty."

“Go back. Out with the old, in with the new. Matters of state are not for us commoners to concern ourselves with.”

That makes sense.

The two women exchanged a smile and both let out a long sigh of relief.