Kill Me More Times, I'll Become Invincible-Chapter 383:

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Behind the Taoist temple.

The sunlight was just right, shining between the trees and creating patches of light on the ground.

A middle-aged Taoist in a red Daoist robe sat by the lake in the forest, playing chess with another Taoist.

With a simple gesture, the scattered stones in the forest fell into their hands and transformed into black and white chess pieces, making a clacking sound as they landed on the chessboard.

A crane flew through the clouds, and in the distance, the melodious sound of a zither flowed like a gentle stream into their ears.

The scene was truly like a fairyland on earth, full of poetic and picturesque beauty that was beyond the ordinary world.

However, the middle-aged Taoist in the red Daoist robe furrowed his brows, becoming gradually agitated.

"Your chess skills are still superior, junior brother." The Taoist in the red robe said with a frown.

"It’s not that my skills are superior, but that Senior Brother Chiyang’s mind is disturbed, lacking tranquility." The other young Taoist smiled.

"After spending so long in this mortal city, how could one not feel agitated?" Taoist Chiyang snorted coldly.

"Talking about it, it was all ruined by that thing Qingyang did back then. After he died that day, the deacon in charge of mundane matters in the sect became much stronger in cultivation, at least he must be at Golden Core Stage now."

"If it weren’t for me taking the mortal Emperor all the way to the sect’s temple at the beginning, which counted as an achievement, it would have been too difficult to reach Golden Core in just two years."

Chiyang and Qingyang are fellow martial brothers from Xuantian Sect.

Two years ago, during the Emperor Yonghe’s worship incident, Taoist Qingyang died at the hands of "Martial Saint".

Xuantian Sect then raised the cultivation requirement for external deacons.

Being an external deacon was actually a cushy job in the past.

Mortals were no match for cultivators in front of immortal practitioners, even a Qi Refining cultivator could easily overpower them. Even a martial artist of the 3rd rank in spiritual refining couldn’t withstand a single blow of fire.

Yet the deacon position allowed them to oversee mortal cities’ temples and enjoy the incense offerings.

Just as he thought of this, Taoist Chiyang suddenly felt a strange impulse, sensing a pair of eyes watching him at the temple.

"What happened in the Taoist temple again?" Taoist Chiyang frowned.

Two years ago, when Qiao Pifu was burned alive, Taoist Chiyang was already the keeper of the Taoist temple.

However, at that time, he was traveling outside and wasn’t at the temple. Saintess Wu Qingxin was the one handling the matter back then.

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There was a wooden platform at the entrance of the Taoist temple.

"The Qiao family’s martial arts focus on strength and agility…"

Xue Changhe was in the crowd, only hearing the voice without seeing the person, making him increasingly eager to find out.

"Strength and agility? What does that mean?"

As Xue Changhe leapt onto the rooftop with lightness skill, thoughts of his experiences at the Southeast Province Sword Tomb crossed his mind.

As the current head of the Xue family, Xue Changhe’s inner power was long and vast like a flowing river. At the young age of twenty, he already possessed a power that would take an ordinary person a thousand years to achieve.

However, in the Sword Tomb, Qiao Pianxin’s power of slaying immortals with a sword was fundamentally different from his inner strength.

"Could it be that Hua strength is above inner strength, a force that emerges after a transformation of inner strength? Did the Qiao family members call this ‘Hua strength’?"

He was not ignorant, as he had heard a bit about the transformation of inner strength.

Thinking about this, Xue Changhe felt excited.

The path of transforming inner strength into superb rank was about converting all the inner power in the body into a new energy.

Therefore, the more power accumulated, the stronger one would become after the breakthrough.

With Xue Changhe’s power of a thousand years, if he mastered the Qiao family’s divine skill Hua strength, it would be like a fish leaping over the dragon gate, making great strides forward.

By then, perhaps the thousand-year-old wish of the Xue family would come to an end in his hands, breaking the limit of fifty years of life…

"What is Hua strength, let me see quickly."

Xue Changhe flew up to the roof and looked up.

There, on the wooden platform, the old man Qiao Jinyin talked confidently about his Qiao family’s special skills, the way of Hua strength.

Next to Qiao Jinyin.

Sheriff Qian, who had changed into a simple practice robe, looked a bit lost.

"Old Qian, old Qian."

"What are you staring at? Master Qiao is calling you."

Sheriff Qian looked up and saw Qiao Jinyin gesturing towards him:

"What is the power of Hua strength kung fu, words alone won’t prove it… come, come and attack."

Sheriff Qian’s face blushed slightly.

He was not young anymore. Even though he had timely persuaded Old Black to retreat before, being asked to participate in front of everyone still made him lose some face.

Being reminded by the burly man with a bruised face next to him, Sheriff Qian let out a sigh.

His gaze swept past his own young daughter and the face of Lord Lou’s son in the audience.

"Have you forgotten about your one hundred silver coins and one thousand herbal plants?" the burly man with a bruised face urged quietly beside him.

Sheriff Qian finally made up his mind. He took a step forward and swiftly slapped Qiao Jinyin’s chest with his palm.

As a martial artist who had cultivated internal strength, Sheriff Qian’s palm had strong momentum, making the robe on Qiao Jinyin rustle in the wind.

It happened in the blink of an eye.

A spark of light suddenly flashed in Qiao Jinyin’s eyes.

"Change!" He shouted with authority, and pressed his hand towards Sheriff Qian.

The moment their fists touched.

With a push from Sheriff Qian’s palm, he staggered to the side and took seven or eight steps back.

"Even with just a few ounces, the Qiao family’s martial arts can move a thousand pounds. This is the power of Hua strength!" Qiao Jinyin smiled lightly.

Thunderous applause erupted beneath the wooden platform.

"So amazing!"

"Truly the mysterious skill of the Qiao family. I can’t understand how Master Qiao did it!"

"Hmph, if you could figure it out, would he let you watch from the platform? He’s up there demonstrating martial arts."

Amidst the cheers.

Xue Changhe’s excited expression on the roof gradually disappeared, his brows furrowed, and he stood frozen in place.

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Sheriff Qian stood in the corner of the wooden platform like a follower, watching Qiao Jinyin standing in the center of the platform, basking in the praise and cheers.

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Main hall of the Taoist temple.

In the once lively main hall, the atmosphere suddenly became tense, even the mortal pilgrims who did not notice the change in the Immortal Statue’s eyes could feel the eerie ambiance, and for a moment, you could hear a pin drop.

"The illusion is broken, what’s next?" The mountain woman turned her head, looking with great interest at Qiao Mu.

She was very curious about everything since she first emerged from the mountains, possessing a childlike innocence.

"You seem to lack basic knowledge," Qiao Mu said quietly:

"When inside a temple, the natural thing to do is to burn incense and worship the gods."

Finished speaking.

He walked past many Immortal Statues in the main hall, taking a step towards one Immortal Statue at the edge of the hall.

Immortal Chiyang.

Qiao Mu has a great memory, he never forgets anything he sees.

People might not remember this old friend from two years ago, but Qiao Mu does, even though there’s over sixteen hundred years between them.

Qiao Mu’s large hand suddenly expanded, grabbing Immortal Chiyang as if he were holding him in his palm.

For a brief moment, Immortal Chiyang seemed to emit a faint glow, but before the light could spread, it was completely covered by the huge hand.

By now, groups of attendants were running towards the main hall, surrounding it.

These attendants were mostly muscular and strong, their loose robes couldn’t hide their sturdy bodies and visible muscles, showing they were skilled in martial arts.

Xuantian Sect keeps ordinary people who are martial artists to protect their sect and maintain order.

Nowadays, the sect is now called "Qingming Temple" instead of "Xuantian Temple".

However, this tradition remains the same, just with a new group of ordinary people.

"After South King rose to power, the deity worshipped in this temple became the one revered by the Southern Army… and you, laboring monks, seem to be associated with the Southern Army?" Qiao Mu glanced at the laboring monks around him with lowered eyelids.

At this moment, it seemed nobody had the leisure to engage in a conversation with Qiao Mu.

"You’re causing trouble, what are you up to?" The angry laboring monks exclaimed.

"Criminal, you will be punished!"

"Disrespecting the deities will bring down the wrath of the heavens…"

"What am I doing? Just offering incense and prayers to the gods." Qiao Mu raised his eyes and surveyed the surroundings.

There were no other moves to make, just by looking around, the group of skilled martial artists nearby all had pale faces and instinctively took a few steps back.

Invisible sword lights emerged from the void, slashing at them, causing blood to flow.

"What’s going on?"

"Who are you?" The martial artists were shocked and took a few steps back instinctively.

Qiao Mu glanced at them and suddenly stopped, looking up beyond the surrounding wall.

"Did you hear that?" He asked softly to the mountain woman behind him.

"The sounds of the martial arts platform outside."

Inside and outside the Taoist temple, there was only one wall separating them.

Although Qiao Mu was in the main hall of the Taoist temple, he was also keenly aware of the commotion on the platform outside.

"Why are you suddenly talking about this? Do you also want to eavesdrop on the Qiao family’s master talking about martial arts? Are you still thinking about that at this time?" teased the mountain woman.

"Who would think about such a clown? I am listening to the voices of others," Qiao Mu said casually.

After more than sixteen hundred years, returning to the old place, Qiao Mu once again came to the place where he was burned alive when he was young, naturally feeling emotional.

"Two years ago, a descendant of the Qiao family, Qiao Pifu, was burned to death in this Taoist temple. He ignited something with his body as a sacrifice."

"Now, two years later, everyone in the city praises Qiao Pifu, who has taken a martial arts swindler as his master; the Xuantian Sect’s Taoist temple was captured by the South King and turned into the Mingqing Sect."

"And Sheriff Qian…" Qiao Mu’s gaze deepened. "Actually, he is still the same as before."

Two years ago, the righteous bandit, Qian, died in prison.

Qiao Pifu defeated the Female Cultivator Ming Yue from the Lou family and saved the Sheriff Qian family’s girl in the street.

And now, Sheriff Qian still looks the same, having his own daughter taken in by Qiao Jinyin to learn martial arts together with the son of the Lou family…

Just like the difference between Xuantian Temple and Mingqing Temple.

Qiao Pifu seemed to change a bit on the outside, but later he returned to his old self, nothing changed inside.

"I don’t like people like Sheriff Qian," Qiao Mu said lightly.

"Worldly, too good at playing tricks, their hearts all filled with deceit and trickery."

"They flatter, they are ignorant, easily swayed, they kept silent when Qiao Pifu was burned to death, but started praising the Qiao family member once their name rang throughout Jiu Province."

"What do you want to say?" The mountain woman asked curiously, staring at Qiao Mu with wide eyes.

"Do you think the death of the young Qiao family members is meaningless, do you think it’s a pity?"

Qiao Mu chuckled.

"I’m tired of hearing you say that."

The Qiao family from Jiu Province is now well-known, and they have a group of fun people in Tide Listening Building. The things the Qiao family does are very popular.

As more people heard about them, there were also some wise thinkers who had different opinions:

"The fame of an ordinary person may be impressive, but it doesn’t solve the real problems."

"Qiao Pifu is indeed exceptional, but he is just one person. What can he really change?"

"Another heroic story that storytellers love to tell, it sounds inspiring, but that’s all it is. The world is chaotic, what good is the bravery of an ordinary person?"

Treating the symptoms but not the root cause.

Actually, this statement is not entirely wrong.

The death of a righteous person ultimately has limited impact. Who could be so naive to think they could solve all the world’s problems?

However…

"If it can’t be cured, then it can’t be cured?"

Qiao Mu’s eyes narrowed as he held the Immortal Chiyang statue, pouring out a surge of true strength, smashing violently onto the ground along with the Immortal Statue.

With a loud bang, like a bell ringing.

A wave of dust and smoke centered around the Immortal Chiyang statue, sweeping in all directions.

The various minions and Taoist priests gathered from all directions had not had time to draw their swords before being overturned by this wave, flipping backwards.

A few crisp cracking sounds.

The wooden Immortal Statue suddenly cracked open, no longer showing compassion, but a fierce and terrifying expression.

Although the Immortal Statue was made of wood, it was obviously not ordinary wood. As it cracked open, a faint exotic fragrance emanated from inside.

At this moment, a large empty space suddenly appeared around Qiao Mu, as he carried the Immortal Chiyang statue and strode towards the front of the main hall with a giant incense burner inserted.

Qiao Mu carried Immortal Chiyang and stepped forward, standing in front of the giant cauldron.

Looking up, various thoughts filled his mind.

Sheriff Qian, still immersed in dirty affairs, and Wang Songhe, whose behavior was completely different from before…

The Nine Immortal Gates were like layer upon layer of mountains, and also like layer upon layer of giant nets.

Qiao Mu had died countless times, lived for over sixteen hundred years, and still could not break free.

"If the symptoms cannot be cured, how can the root cause be treated?"

Two years ago, he burned incense made of his own body.

The once passionate soul, along with bones and flesh, burned to ashes, only to exchange for a new group of laborers and a new signboard for this Taoist temple.

The fire back then was not strong enough.

So, today he planned to burn something else.

He swung his hand hard.

The cracked Immortal Statue in his hand was thrown directly into the giant cauldron in front of the main hall of the Taoist temple, creating swirls of incense ashes.

The wooden Immortal Statue was already cracked, the face of the immortal becoming more ferocious, and the strange power within it gradually dissipated, a faint flame gradually burning above the Immortal Statue.