Chapter 500: Five Immortals Sect! The Innate Corpse! (3) |
“Indeed, an Innate Martial Artist! He has Innate Qi within him!”
Su Changkong moved slightly closer, and his Turtle Breathing True Qi sensed the presence of Innate Qi, which brightened his eyes.
The body of an Innate Martial Artist contains Innate Qi, and even if they have been dead for many years, their flesh will not decay!
Su Changkong needed only to find a place where he could easily refine the Innate Qi from the corpse before burying it.
“Good, here are 40 medium-grade Spirit Stones, please count them.”
Without any more words, Su Changkong directly took out 40 medium-grade Spirit Stones and handed them over to the strapping burly man.
...The burly man took them and checked carefully, feeling somewhat excited.
The corpse of an Innate Martial Artist could fetch a fine price, but only martial artists from the Evil Sects and Demon Gates would buy it, and the price was far less than what Su Changkong offered, which could be seen as a monopoly of the Evil Sects and Demon Gates.
Su Changkong also made a killing, easily gaining two strands of Innate Qi!
The trio also changed their disguises and left through the back door of the courtyard, afraid that carrying a large amount of money would make them a target.
Su Changkong didn’t stay long and left Poison Dragon Stronghold with the two bodies.
In the woods far from Poison Dragon Stronghold, where miasma was thick, Su Changkong set the two bodies under a large tree and quietly waited.
“Isn’t what you’re doing a bit too much?”
In no time, three figures slowly emerged from the misty miasma ahead, with the middle figure speaking coldly.
These three individuals had an air of sinister coldness about them. On the right stood a young man in blue clothes with a face as pale as paper, and on the left was a middle-aged man with blue tattoos on his face.
The one who spoke, dressed in a yellow robe with half-white hair and beard, appeared to be in his fifties or sixties. He had a pair of triangular eyes that, like those of a serpent, instilled fear in anyone who met his gaze.
“What exactly have I done that’s excessive? For instance?”
Confronted by the yellow-robed man’s questioning, Su Changkong retorted.
The tattooed-faced middle-aged man angrily said, “Who doesn’t know that Poison Dragon Stronghold is Five Immortals Sect’s territory? Yet, you dare to buy the corpses of Innate Martial Artists here, isn’t that a bit too brazen?”
Upon hearing this, Su Changkong immediately understood the purpose of these three following him all the way here.
Five Immortals Sect, although unfamiliar, just the name alone suggested it was one of the sects within demonic and evil teachings.
Poison Dragon Stronghold was one of Five Immortals Sect’s strongholds, where many martial artists conducted transactions. If any valuable items appeared that were worth buying, members of the Five Immortals Sect would also directly purchase them—for example, the bodies of Innate Martial Artists!
The Five Immortals Sect had ways to extract Innate Qi from the corpses of Innate Martial Artists, thereby earning a substantial profit.
Yet here was Su Changkong, buying the bodies within Poison Dragon Stronghold, effectively competing with the Five Immortals Sect for business and harming their interests!
The bald, strapping man earlier must have been acting on orders from the Five Immortals Sect, sent to probe Su Changkong.
Since Su Changkong demonstrated at least the strength of an Innate Martial Artist, the yellow-robed man and the other two took him very seriously, watching him until he left Poison Dragon Stronghold before revealing themselves.
“Poison Dragon Stronghold is just a marketplace. Do those martial artists need your permission whom they sell their goods to? What business of yours is it what I want to buy?”
Su Changkong said bluntly, knowing that any words were useless. Real strength was the only proof, and powerful strength was the true justice.
The yellow-robed man and the others all showed anger on their faces. They were members of the Five Immortals Sect, a powerful sect known for its terrifying poisonous skills that struck fear into people’s hearts. In the Eighteen Evil Sects and Thirty-Six Demon Gates, they were ranked among the middle level and were always domineering in their actions.
But now, this black-robed Ghost Face dared to buy the bodies of Innate Martial Artists in their territory and was so insolent in front of them? They couldn’t just let him get away without paying a price; where would the Five Immortals Sect’s face be if they did?
“Fight!”
The pallid-faced man already had a murderous look on his face.
“Gah-woo!”
With a sudden shout, a shrill, strange wail erupted from the pallid-faced man’s throat.
Whoosh!
This wail created a chilling wind in the air as if plunging into a hellish domain of wandering souls. Ghostly figures seemed to materialize within the wind, shrieking as if to claim Su Changkong’s life.
The pallid man was an Innate Elder of the Five Immortals Sect, proficient in the martial arts skill ‘Soul-Chasing Ghost Wail,’ a sonic attack that could instantly shatter souls.
“Roar!”
However, facing the ghostly echoes and wails, Su Changkong’s Turtle Breathing True Qi roared to life within him. Without using any technique, he simply let out a ferocious roar, mixing his True Qi into it.
“Boom!”
The terrifying surge of Turtle Breathing True Qi caused the air to ripple like tidal waves. The blue True Qi surged and roared like a tsunami, its roaring unceasing in the listeners’ ears.
It was utterly overwhelming; the ghostly figures in the air were submerged and erased without trace, and even nearby trees were shattered and splintered!
When Turtle Breath Technique reached the 10th realm, with 10 strands of Innate Qi refined within it, Turtle Breathing True Qi was now more than ten times stronger than at the 9th realm. Su Changkong had tested its might in Snow Abyss Mountain, where at full force, his True Qi could even make ice and snowfalls flow in reverse!
The pallid-faced man’s complexion changed dramatically, and he was sent flying backward by the oncoming tide of True Qi, his entire body aching as if his bones were about to split apart.
Meanwhile, a shadow flitted like a ghost – it was the middle-aged man with the extensive tattoos, who, at the moment the ghostly wail sounded, had already started moving, appearing behind Su Changkong.
“Green Sha Divine Palm!”
A hint of green murderous aura emerged on the tattooed man’s face, and his palm, centered with a swirling vortex of this aura, showed the vague silhouettes of four Heavenly Pulses, as he fiercely struck at Su Changkong’s back.
The tattooed man’s Green Sha Divine Palm emitted a corrosive, bone-eating miasma; a single hit from him meant even gods would struggle to save the victim.
“Whale Five Skills. A Single Drop Penetrates the Stone!”
Sensing the faint sound of movement behind him, Su Changkong did not dodge or evade, instead, he turned and pointed a finger. His Giant Whale True Qi concentrated on the fingertip, like seawater that could penetrate metal, coalescing into a single pointed stream!
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