Celestial Demon Starting from Attribute Points-Chapter 36: The Power of "Death and Rebirth

"Evergreen Unwithering Skill" is a Grandmaster cultivation technique focused on the body type.

However, it differs from external cultivation techniques.

External cultivation techniques are practiced outwardly.

As one progresses, they indeed become strong, even claiming "body and skin impervious to blades and spears," but those who practice such techniques often have hidden internal injuries, making it difficult to live long, and they even die earlier than ordinary people, considering it a long life if they reach fifty years old.

The saying "a rigid object is easily broken" embodies this truth.

Body-type cultivation techniques, on the other hand, are trained internally.

After mastering such techniques, one can prolong life, remain free of illness, and possess hidden strength within their fists.

’It’s somewhat similar to True Qi,’

Li Xuan pondered seriously while reviewing the "Evergreen Unwithering Skill" he memorized yesterday in his mind.

Compared to the Fly Spider Stance of the "Melted Copper Treasure Manual," the stance of the "Evergreen Unwithering Skill" is unremarkable, as it scarcely describes the stance; its emphasis lies in a breathing technique called the Sun Breathing Skill.

Sun, the source of all things evergreen.

To condense an evergreen body through the energy of the sun.

This is the intention behind the "Evergreen Unwithering Skill."

And its fundamental diagram is not based on stances but on the breathing technique.

This is quite novel.

Li Xuan recalled his memory and carefully envisioned the fundamental diagram.

That fundamental diagram is a sun.

Not knowing what kind of painting master created it, though it’s black ink on white paper, it gives a vibrant sense of a blazing sun spinning in the sky, emanating a majestic grandeur.

As for the function of this fundamental diagram, the book explains clearly: The human body is principally of Qi, rooted in the heart, with the breath as the origin, and the kidney as the base, all inevitably revolve around breathing. The world possesses a mysterious internal transmission, using intentions to guide the circulation of Qi and blood through the meridians and blood vessels.

During breathing, visualize this sun in the Mud Ball Palace, calm your mind, and concentrate on the Dantian.

From the void arises a Qi, forgoing Qi follows the veins, the spirit and Qi become one, guiding the heat to circulate through the blood vessels, reaching from the surface to the perineum, passing the spinal column, crossing the jade pillow, and reaching the Mud Ball Palace. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

The sun melts Qi, warming the body, and again flows from the Upper Dantian, crossing the upper magpie bridge, reaching the Middle Dantian, nourishing the lungs, unblocking the meridians, thus naturally improving the physique.

Li Xuan tried for a while, perhaps because his physique was at 12, with a limit of 30, he quickly felt a flow of warmth.

After toiling for most of the day, he barely completed one cycle of this warmth.

Magically, when this Qi settled into the stomach, he indeed felt a lot more warmth, and his whole body felt as if it was a "damp quilt being sun-dried."

Seeing it worked, Li Xuan continued to progress.

The sky soon approached dusk.

He found his advancement barely noticeable.

Clearly, the "Evergreen Unwithering Skill" isn’t a fast achievement; it can’t be completed overnight.

This reminded Li Xuan of a novel he read in his past life, which spoke of the dispute between the Sword Sect and the Qi Sect.

The Sword Sect is rapid-growing, while the Qi Sect develops slowly.

Indeed, even in the Otherworld, the principle remains the same.

The sun cast its setting rays.

A youth casually picked a blade of grass and held it in his mouth, contemplating.

’Agility-type Grandmaster cultivation techniques seem to focus on stance;

Strength-type techniques—I haven’t seen a Grandmaster-level one, but from what "Iron Cloak" shows, the core likely isn’t in medicine techniques;

Whereas the body-type technique emphasizes the breathing method.

Mental-type techniques... I’ve never even heard of.’

’It seems to become a well-rounded expert, one must emphasize equally on stances, breathing techniques, and medicine techniques, then practice the corresponding combat styles.’

Li Xuan thought, calling out, "Ghost King, any movement?"

Wei Yao shook her head.

Li Xuan wasn’t disappointed but was somewhat curious.

However... he wouldn’t rush to Luoshi Sect out of curiosity.

If I get something, it’s my fortune; if not, I won’t force it.

Li Xuan said, "Then let’s return to the city. Tomorrow morning, we’ll come again to stake out."

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The next day.

The two arrived again, and perhaps due to good luck, by the time it was late afternoon, rapid horse hooves sounded from afar.

Wei Yao called out from behind; Li Xuan, envisioning the sun’s fundamental diagram and circulating his Qi, immediately came over, hiding behind a rock and looking into the distance.

With a thought, he infused the demon blood of the "Fog Concealed Mystique Panther" into his body, altering his form, fortunately, he had brought an oversized cloak to cover himself completely.

Wei Yao was unperturbed and even leaned closer to the transformed Li Xuan to "prove her innocence."

Yellow earth, dusty road.

Black-clad men rode two horses, frantically fleeing ahead.

On one of the horses, a wounded individual lay.

The injured one’s hair was disheveled, and at such a distance and with such speed, even though Li Xuan had 31 points in agility, he still couldn’t see clearly.

The pursuing group wore bronze masks, wielding swords in pursuit.

The two groups, one chasing, the other fleeing, swiftly covered over a mile.

At this moment, another group of bronze-masked men emerged from the front, blocking the escapees.

The two horses came to a halt instantly; the riders turned the horses’ heads only to find no escape route.

Wei Yao watched for a while, wanting to speak, but hesitated after glancing at Li Xuan; she then tiptoed and whispered into Li Xuan’s ear, "The masked ones are soldiers."

She had traveled far and wide, her experiences outmatching Li Xuan.

Soldiers?

Li Xuan’s expression changed slightly.

He squinted, observing the road closely.

This time, he saw clearly; the person at the front, disheveled and seemingly unconscious, was none other than Lin Jieniu.

With a quick thought, he grasped the situation, turning to Wei Yao, whispering, "It’s someone from the General’s Mansion and Lin Jieniu."

Wei Yao asked, "Who should we help?"

Li Xuan replied, "We’ll help neither; just watch."

At that moment, he was filled with curiosity; Lin Jieniu indeed seemed to flee to Luoshi Sect and was heavily injured. The two individuals assisting him were highly likely sent by Mr. Su.

The General’s Mansion must have gotten wind and secretly dispatched cavalry to intercept, thus explaining the cat-and-mouse game, leading them here now.

’Unexpectedly, the friction between the Prefect and the general leading the Hundred Flowers Mansion city has reached such an irreconcilable point.’ Li Xuan thought to himself.

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"You are Yuan Guan’s men!" One of the men in black pointed out.

Yuan Guan is the General of the Hundred Flowers Mansion with three thousand five hundred soldiers under his command.

One of the men with the bronze mask coldly said, "It doesn’t matter whose men we are, those who consort with demons should be put to death by everyone!"

The man in black replied, "We are not demons.

Lin Jieniu, he is not a demon either."

"Hmph."

The man with the bronze mask said no more, and directly shouted, "Kill."

More than twenty cavalrymen launched a charge together.

One of the men in black shouted sharply, "Aren’t you afraid Mr. Su will find out?"

But the cavalrymen did not respond anymore.

The man in black gritted his teeth and could only raise his knife to face them.

Unfortunately, these two men in black, though skilled, were no match for the prowess of the more than twenty cavalrymen.

Soon, the two men in black were beheaded.

Meanwhile, the unconscious Lin Jieniu was slumped over the horse’s back, as the horse "helplessly" stood still.

The leading man with the bronze mask spurred his horse, rode forward, and swung his knife directly at Lin Jieniu.

Just as the strike was about to land, Lin Jieniu abruptly woke up, and the ragged long hook at his waist swung out, shooting forward like a meteor.

But the leading man with the bronze mask was formidable, he spun his body forcefully, leaning sideways to the horse’s side, avoiding the attack, and as he got closer, suddenly swung his knife upward.

Clang!

The horse’s belly was split open.

Blood splattered everywhere!

Lin Jieniu fell off the horse.

He was badly injured, directly tumbling onto the dust.

The other more than twenty cavalrymen also surrounded him, each dismounting and surrounding Lin Jieniu.

Another fierce fight broke out, but Lin Jieniu, true to being a Secret Martial Artist, even in an extremely injured state, managed to engage in back-and-forth combat with these more than twenty elite soldiers.

From high above, Wei Yao stood on tiptoe and whispered into Li Xuan’s ear, "Not beyond the sixth round, Lin Jieniu will die."

Li Xuan replied, "Don’t worry."

Sure enough, as Wei Yao predicted, at the sixth round, Lin Jieniu couldn’t break through the circle of knives and was slashed from behind on the leg, stumbling forward and falling down.

The soldiers, knowing his prowess, were not careless but quickly moved forward, hastily finishing him off, brutally chopping Lin Jieniu into pieces before finally breathing a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, a soldier wondered aloud, "His flesh and blood... isn’t fresh, not like those of a newly dead person."

Another soldier said frankly, "How can that be?"

The leading man with the bronze mask frowned, "It’s not right; indeed, it doesn’t look freshly dead, but like it’s been dead for a day or two; the flesh is clearly decayed, but how..."

Suddenly, a sense of absurdity and eeriness rose in everyone’s hearts.

And just then, the pile of flesh seemed to develop a force of attraction among themselves, rapidly starting to adhere together.

The leading man with the bronze mask noticed something was amiss, stepped forward, and swung his knife to strike.

Bang!

The knife seemed to strike an iron plate, emitting a heavy sound.

The leading man with the bronze mask felt his hand go numb.

In the next instant, his vision went dark.

An iron hook had flown past his neck, his head spinning off into the sky before landing onto the dust.

The rest of the soldiers rushed forward with anger to surround and kill.

But by now, Lin Jieniu was invulnerable to knives and spears, and his rope hook had sufficient attack range.

The soldiers died one after another.

The remaining ones lost their will to fight, turning to their horses to flee for their lives.

Swoosh!!

Lin Jieniu swung his hook again.

The hook once again severed a neck.

The owner of the neck had just mounted the horse, fled a distance of ten feet, and yet had lost his head.

The horse carried the headless body forward, galloping several lengths, until the body toppled sideways, falling into the spring grass.

Immediately, Lin Jieniu didn’t deal with the corpse, mounted a horse, and headed towards the southeast, clearly aiming for the Hundred Flowers Mansion.

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Up high...

Li Xuan watched, feeling chilled to the bone.

He was not afraid of Lin Jieniu himself, but through reverence for the power that had "brought Lin Jieniu back to life."

He had already figured out that the real Lin Jieniu was probably dead, and now this Lin Jieniu running around was controlled by some terrifying power...

Patiently waiting for a while, he said, "Let’s return to the city."

He then added, "Tonight, accompany me back to Blind Alley."

"Yes, Master."

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At dawn.

At the fourth watch.

The vendors at Blind Alley gradually dispersed, walking under the pitch-black sky.

Suddenly, there came a muffled sound from somewhere.

A vendor carrying a bundle slowly crumbled to the ground, seeming to faint.

A tall cloaked person wearing a silver mask pointed a spear at the vendor.

The vendor suddenly sprang up, his eyes tearing, lunging at the cloaked person.

Swoosh!

The spear pierced the vendor.

But the vendor seemed unaffected, continuing to clutch at the cloaked person menacingly.

Rustle... rustle, rustle...

Under the dim moonlight, what appeared to be transparent ripples flashed.

The vendor racing forward suddenly froze, and cracks appeared all over him, and then... turned into chunks of flesh dropped to the ground.

Li Xuan and Wei Yao looked, seeing each piece of flesh was actually rotten meat, from a corpse dead for who knows how long.

This vendor was the one who had previously sold the "Iron Cloak" to Li Xuan.