Under One Person: Starting with the Dual Cultivation of Body and Soul.

The burly man was shirtless, and the veins on his body looked like thick, black steel bars, densely covering his skin, as if he were wearing an extremely heavy black iron suit.

With the aid of this iron armor, he didn't even flinch at the boulders constantly crashing down on him. With a casual slap of his large palm, he shattered the rocks, sending sparks flying as they bounced off him, leaving not a single mark.

"Iron Shirt, it's getting quite good," Xiao Zizai commented.

The burly man grinned maliciously, rushed up to Li Chang'an, raised his large palm, and slammed it down on Li Chang'an's head with a whooshing sound, as if he wanted to smash Li Chang'an's head with one blow.

But the next second, the burly man's sinister smile froze.

Li Chang'an, who was buried in the ground, suddenly had a surge of white energy around his body. He straightened his back and waist with a loud "boom," and the solid ground was torn open by him, with soil and gravel exploding in all directions.

Dou Le's pupils constricted sharply on the hilltop: "What terrifying power!"

Lu Jin was also somewhat surprised. He originally thought that Li Chang'an would use Qi to transform flesh and blood to escape from this predicament, but he did not expect that this kid would still choose to use brute force.

In fact, Li Chang'an had just considered whether to use Qi to escape or to lift the ground to get out.

While you could break free by simply lifting the ground off the ground, it would be extremely exhausting.

Using Qi would be much more convenient.

But after thinking about it, he still chose to lift the ground.

Because he cannot yet transform his internal organs with Qi, if he were to transform his flesh and blood with Qi, his body would experience a period of weakness during the process of transitioning from solid to void.

If someone attacks him during this time, it is very likely that the attack will pass through his Qi-transformed body and directly injure his internal organs.

That was too risky, so he preferred to put in more effort and break the ground directly.

The Quanxing demon who was about to rush over and smash the groundhog froze when he saw this, and the sinister smile on his face turned into fear.

He didn't think his external martial arts could compete with the third level of the Reverse Life Realm. Look at the way it's tearing the ground apart, is this even human? This is simply a savage beast. He turned and ran.

He tried to run, but Li Chang'an didn't give him the chance. He had barely taken a step when Li Chang'an caught up behind him and slashed at him with his sword.

"Zila."

A piercing metallic scraping sound rang out, and the Iron Shirt, truly as iron as iron armor, burst into a shower of sparks, but under Li Chang'an's longsword wielding the Reverse Life technique, it was still torn apart like paper.

The sharp blade sliced ​​diagonally into the big man's shoulder and then smoothly cut out from his waist on the other side, severing him diagonally in two. His upper body slid off, while his lower body remained standing.

A Quanxing demon who had originally planned to cooperate with the Han army in the siege was so frightened by this scene that he turned around and ran away. He was caught up by Li Chang'an before he could run more than a few steps.

Li Chang'an grabbed him by the back of his collar, lifted him up, and thrust his sword into his back, the tip of the sword protruding from his chest.

At the same time, because Mu Wudang was killed and was no longer disturbed by the chanting of souls, Lu Lin also regained her clarity.

When his senior brother was in trouble, he couldn't care less about the driver. He casually put the driver on a tree and rushed over following the loud commotion.

As soon as they arrived, they ran into a Quanxing demon who was fleeing down the mountain.

The moment the two met, Lu Lin struck out with her palm without saying a word.

The sorcerer hurriedly turned around to block, but his arm was dislocated from the impact.

Immediately after, Lu Lin's second palm struck him squarely in the chest, causing his chest to cave in and sending him flying. He crashed into a tree and slid down, where he lay motionless.

After eliminating the target, Lu Lin quickly reunited with Li Chang'an.

"Senior brother, I...I'm late!" As she spoke, Lu Lin saw the bloodstains on the ground and was so shocked that she couldn't speak.

"No, you've come at the perfect time. Kill them all, don't let a single one escape."

Seeing that the situation was settled, Li Chang'an had a sudden thought and ordered the five warriors on the cliff to stop throwing boulders and instead command them to surround and kill a few scattered Quanxing demons.

Chapter 116 Flying Immortal Under the Moon

Lu Jin stood on the mountaintop, watching his two disciples chasing the Quanxing demon all over the mountain below, and laughed heartily.

This trial was a last-minute decision on his part. After Li Chang'an became famous, he naturally attracted many ill-intentioned glances.

The feud between the Sanyi Sect and the Quanxing Sect is undeniable. Li Cheng killed so many Quanxing members back then. With old grudges and new debts, someone will come knocking on the door sooner or later.

Quanxing is a group of troublemakers who will recklessly follow any idea that someone comes up with and finds interesting.

Instead of waiting passively, it's better to actively draw out those eyes lurking in the shadows.

As for the originally agreed-upon meeting with provincial leaders to discuss the development of the scenic area? Nothing is more important than the safety of my apprentice.

Dou Le looked down, lost in thought. Courageous, resourceful, and decisive in battle, this kid is far stronger than he showed on the arena. This incident is truly significant.

However, the company has always taken a laissez-faire attitude towards infighting among outsiders, as long as it doesn't affect ordinary people.

At this moment, Xiao Zizai, who had been standing by watching the battle, finally couldn't sit still any longer.

He watched the Quanxing demons scatter and flee as if they were someone else taking food from his plate.

If you kill them all, what will you "eat"?

He pointed to several figures in the distance disappearing into the woods: "That one, that one, and that one, they're all mine."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he leaped down from the mountaintop, his green tracksuit bouncing a few times on the cliff face before heading straight for the battlefield. He had been holding back for a long time.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the few remaining Quanxing demons immediately scattered and fled.

Li Chang'an and Lu Lin did not split up; instead, they chose a direction and chased after each other side by side.

Meanwhile, at the summit of this mountain.

This is the mountain gate of Sanyimen. The red brick mansions built against the mountain are magnificent, with upturned eaves pointing straight to the sky. The buildings are staggered and layered.

The mountain gate is a stone archway with four pillars and three bays. The door frame, carved from blue granite, is heavy and simple. Above it hangs a huge black plaque with gilded inscriptions, bearing the characters "Sanyi". On either side of the gate stand a pair of simple stone lions, their bodies covered with moss.

The entire complex still stands magnificently, but it has been neglected for a long time. Weeds grow in the cracks of the stone steps, and the blue bricks at the base of the walls are stained with large dark watermarks from the rain. A corner of the tiles in several side halls has collapsed, revealing the dark rafters underneath.

At this moment, several tents are set up on the flat steps in front of the mountain gate.

Folding tables and chairs were placed between the tents, with surveying drawings, laptops, and several thermos cups laid out on the tables.

They are cultural tourism research and surveying personnel responsible for preliminary exploration.

Because the area around Sanyimen is too large and the mountain is too high, they simply chose to stay overnight on the mountaintop to avoid the hassle of going up and down the mountain.

However, they did not set up camp inside the temple gate. After all, sleeping in such an empty old temple required a bit of courage.

These people were originally preparing to rest. The huge commotion coming from the mountainside woke everyone up.

"What's going on? Has there been a landslide?" a young surveyor wearing a safety helmet asked, puzzled.

“That doesn’t make sense. I checked the geology yesterday when I went into the mountains. The mountain structure is very stable, and there shouldn’t be any risk of landslides or collapses,” another person said, frowning.

"Besides the booming sound, I also heard thunder and explosions. Could it be some construction team carrying out blasting work in the middle of the night?"

The group discussed it for a while, but no one suggested going down to check. It was the middle of the night, deep in the mountains, and no one had the curiosity to join in the fun.

At this moment, a timid young man glanced at the dark mountain gate behind him, then at the shadowy mountain silhouettes in the night ahead, swallowed hard, and said:

"Could it be haunted? I heard that more than one developer had their eye on this place years ago, but all of them failed in the end, saying that something inside was causing trouble."

"Pah! Don't talk nonsense!" an older surveyor immediately reprimanded in a stern voice.

“Yes, let’s not talk about these things at night,” another person chimed in. People in the engineering field have all experienced things that are hard to explain, and they are generally averse to such matters.

In the middle of the crowd, a middle-aged man wearing a dark gray windbreaker sat on a folding chair, looking up at the gate of the Sanyi Sect, and said:

"I don't think this place is haunted. This is a blessed land of immortals, how could it be haunted? It must be nonsense."

This person is the initiator of this development project. His surname is Li. He owns several large companies and is hands-on in his work, not concerned with pomp and circumstance.

"Mr. Li, why do you think this is a blessed land of immortals?" someone asked, puzzled.

Mr. Li laughed and said, "When I was a child, my grandfather told me that when my great-grandfather was alive, there really were immortals in this place. My great-grandfather was even taken care of by the immortals. Later, one of my great-grandfathers wanted to become an apprentice of the immortals to learn immortal magic, but he wasted many years without success. Then there was a war, and our family went through many ups and downs. We lost contact with the immortals, and the mountain gate fell into ruin. My great-grandfather also disappeared."

"Really? Immortals, immortal techniques, it sounds like some kind of celestial scripture." A worker wearing a hard hat said with a skeptical tone.

Mr. Li wasn't annoyed: "It's all recorded in the family genealogy. When our ancestor was young, his family suffered a disaster, and a white-robed, white-haired immortal came to his rescue. In return, our ancestor paid for the immortal's temple repairs."

He picked up the survey drawing on the table and pointed to several buildings on it:

"These two rooms must have been built with funds from our ancestor. The family genealogy says that our ancestor and this immortal had been in contact for decades. Our ancestor is now old, but the immortal remains as youthful as ever."

"Really? That's incredible!"

"Still looking young after decades? How is that possible?"

"And then?" another person asked.

Mr. Li sighed: "After my ancestor passed away, all contact was lost. Later, this place completely declined."

"If that immortal's appearance is eternally youthful, how could he have declined?" someone asked.

Mr. Li thought for a moment and said, "I don't know. Maybe they ascended to heaven."

"So, Mr. Li, you're developing this place hoping to encounter another immortal?"

Mr. Li waved his hand and laughed, "Not really. I just came across this while looking through the family genealogy. I felt there was some connection, and since this place has been abandoned for a long time, I thought I'd develop it. Immortals and such have been around for several generations; they're too ethereal and unrealistic."

Someone nearby was about to speak when they suddenly stopped. He turned his head, listened intently for a moment, and his expression changed:

"Listen, it sounds like there's some noise."

"movement?"

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed.

The night sky was quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind.

"There!" The man's voice trembled slightly as he pointed in horror to the edge of the cliff not far away.

A group of people looked up.

Under the clear, cold moonlight, amidst the rugged rocks and ancient trees, one could see...

Two figures emerged from the mountain forest, bathed in moonlight.

A figure dressed in white with white hair, enveloped in a soft white light, his robes billowing in the wind, his long hair flowing down his back in a straight line.

Another figure, dressed in black with black hair, also surrounded by a faint white aura, followed closely behind the white-clad figure.

The two strode through the rocks and tree canopies, each step covering more than twenty meters. Their movements were graceful and silent as they swept past the heads of the group of people, leaving behind a fleeting moon shadow before disappearing into the forest on the other side.

The platform was deathly silent.

"Fuck!!"

Someone broke the silence.

Then came a chorus of exclamations and incoherent questions.

Someone grabbed their companion's arm and shook it violently, asking if he had seen it.

Some people looked up at the night sky, searching back and forth, thinking they were seeing things.

Someone jumped up from their chair, knocking over a thermos on the table, spilling tea all over the floor without even noticing.

Mr. Li stood frozen, his hands on his knees, his eyes still fixed on the direction where the two figures had disappeared.

…………

Li Chang'an and Lu Lin are chasing a sorcerer who controls the wind.

The person was surrounded by a rapidly flowing stream of air, flying among the rocks and tree branches, leaving a trail of withered leaves and bits of grass swirling in the wind behind him.

Even though Li Chang'an and Lu Lin both used the Divine Speed ​​Armor, it still took them a lot of effort to catch up with him.

Just as they were about to catch up, a pungent smell of blood suddenly wafted from the darkness ahead.

The next second, the Quanxing demon who controlled the wind seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, and was sent flying by an immense force.

His limbs swung strangely in mid-air, the cracking sound of his bones breaking could be heard clearly from afar. His body somersaulted several times in the air before crashing into a pine tree and bouncing to the ground.

From the split bushes ahead, a man wearing a green tracksuit, frameless glasses, and with his hair meticulously styled appeared.

He stood there politely, looking at Li Chang'an and Lu Lin.

From this angle, his glasses reflected the moonlight, making it impossible to see the pair of bloodshot eyes beneath them.

Chapter 117 The Greatly Compassionate Benefactor Xiao, Leaving Home with His Backbone in Hand

"This person is..." Lu Lin was already bloodthirsty and subconsciously reached out to strike.

Li Chang'an reached out and stopped him.

Seeing this, the man adjusted his glasses and said calmly, "Don't be nervous. I work for the company. You're the ones who called the police, aren't you?"