6: Chapter 6 No Zuo No Die

"A little brat in the Qi Refining Realm."

The old man with the handlebar mustache smiled maliciously.

"Perfect, this major medicine of mine is still missing some ingredients; let me add you to the table as well!"

Without a doubt, the old man with the handlebar mustache was a standard practitioner of the Evil Path.

These people Cultivate evil techniques, focusing on speed above all else, and often commit heinous, immoral acts.

Killing people to refine medicine was just one insignificant method among them, and it didn't have many side effects. They especially liked powerful Martial Artists, whose blood and essence were comparable to a Heaven And Earth Treasure.

The Yue Kingdom's imperial court and various major Schools often organized personnel to purge the followers of the Evil Path.

But such is the nature of the human heart; it can never be completely eradicated.

When Mo Yunzhu saw a third person appear, she was overjoyed at first. But when she sensed that Lin Yuan's cultivation was only in the Qi Refining Realm, her heart sank again, and a flash of determination crossed her face.

"Young hero, run! Run to Jiangnan Prefecture and find the Mo family; tell them to avenge me!"

"Run? Can you even run away?"

The old man with the handlebar mustache laughed loudly. Suddenly, he waved his long sleeves, and like a predatory eagle, he flew swiftly toward Lin Yuan to kill him.

This was a type of movement technique, extremely fast.

Beneath it lay a hidden claw technique; once Lin Yuan turned and exposed a weakness, with a burst of True Qi, he could easily rip out his heart.

But—

"A mere True Aperture Realm, nothing but a clay chicken or a pottery dog!"

Lin Yuan shouted, his long hair rising without wind, dancing like dragons and snakes.

His blood was beginning to boil, and a thin layer of blood mist condensed on his blade.

Realm was never the only standard for judging strength.

As for the old man with the handlebar mustache, as a Loose Cultivator of the Evil Path, what kind of ability could he really have?

Over fifty years old and only just having made the Breakthrough in Qi Refining—it was enough to show his nature as a failure.

In contrast, look at himself: cultivation at the eighth layer of Qi Refining, a Cultivation Technique for his blade at the Great Perfection Rank, and the experience of fighting Yao Beasts hundreds, if not thousands of times...

To sum it up in one sentence.

The advantage is mine!

Thousands of thoughts passed in an instant. Just as the old man with the handlebar mustache was about to close in, Lin Yuan moved.

The blade light was like a cleansing wash, bringing with it a crimson, chilling glow!

"Crimson Long Song!"

Boom!

A crimson arc of light, fully three meters wide, cut through the air and fell directly upon the head of the old man with the handlebar mustache.

"Are you kidding me!"

The moment Lin Yuan unleashed his blade, a flash of panic crossed the face of the old man with the handlebar mustache. In his haste, he changed his move, pulling out an iron fan to block in front of him.

Snap!

The iron-forged fan broke upon impact, but it slightly deflected the blade's trajectory, causing it to land on his shoulder.

"Ah!"

The old man with the handlebar mustache let out a miserable scream after taking the blow. He retreated explosively, leaving behind a severed arm as blood gushed out like a fountain.

After all, he was a True Aperture Martial Artist with strong control over his body; he tapped his right hand on the wound, stopping the bleeding.

"What kind of blade technique is this!"

He looked at Lin Yuan with a horrified and disbelieving expression.

How could a mere Qi Refining Realm be this strong!

That last strike—let alone in his hurried state, even if he had been prepared, it would have been difficult to face it head-on.

Could it be that the Disciples of the Sects are all monsters?

Lin Yuan did not answer; he had no habit of wasting words with dead men.

He flicked his right hand to perform a blood-shake, and a line of blood splattered onto the tree trunk.

Exhaling a burst of True Qi, his whole body lunged forward, and dark red mist began to condense on the blade again.

"Damn it!"

The expression of the old man with the handlebar mustache changed drastically. He retreated rapidly, opening his mouth to beg for mercy.

"Hiss! Can we reconcile?"

At this moment, was he joking?

Lin Yuan did not speak; he simply launched a fierce strike as soon as he entered attacking range.

"Crimson Long Song!"

A crescent-shaped blade glow condensed on the blood-coated blade, striking toward the old man with incomparable power.

There was no way to dodge this strike.

Seeing that Lin Yuan was unrelenting and determined to kill him, a ruthless look flashed across the face of the old man with the handlebar mustache.

"You want my life? Fine! Use your life to pay for it!"

Saying this, he opened his mouth and spat out a faint silver light like a bolt of lightning.

However, who was Lin Yuan? A former beggar who had been swindling and deceiving since he was a child. He had played this trick of hiding poison needles in the mouth many times, so he was already vigilant. He tilted his head and dodged it directly.

This smooth move was so slick that even Kennedy would have asked for his neck flexibility.

The desperate strike failed, leaving the old man with the handlebar mustache with only one path!

Death!

The blood-stained blade pierced through his body, a line of blood seeped from his forehead, and then his whole body split apart.

To this extent, unless a Grand Unity Golden Immortal intervened, there was absolutely no reason for him to survive.

Lin Yuan took a deep breath to calm the restless True Qi in his body.

Sure enough, just as he had expected, the Great Perfection Rank Blood Blade Technique was enough to allow him to kill enemies above his Rank, even crossing a major Realm to kill a True Aperture Martial Artist.

Although he was a wild practitioner without a School, a True Aperture Martial Artist was still a True Aperture Martial Artist.

Once the Qi Refining Realm reached its limit, one immediately needed to use abundant True Qi to open the nine apertures of the human body.

These nine apertures were not the channels for internal and external exchange like the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, but the nine nodes in the Dao of martial arts where True Qi connects with the human body.

Martial Artists refine True Qi; it seems as though they store True Qi within their bodies, but in reality, the True Qi remains an independent System, not interacting with the body, merely being forcibly driven by the Cultivation Technique.

The physical body might receive nourishment from the flow of True Qi and slowly grow stronger, but to rely on this to transcend and become a saint—you couldn't do it even after Cultivating for a thousand years.

Therefore, one must open the channels between True Qi and the physical body; this process is the process of Cultivating in the True Aperture Realm... That is what the books say.

Of course, this is not what Lin Yuan should be concerned about right now.

The True Qi obtained from Cultivating the Qi Cultivation Art is difficult to use to break through the first barrier, even at the Perfection of Qi Refining.

Truly a sad story.

Sheathing his blade, Lin Yuan looked at the woman.

Mo Yunzhu sighed; no wonder Cousin Guyue had once said that the heroes of the world are as numerous as crucian carp crossing the river, and one must not underestimate them.

A Qi Refining Martial Artist with ordinary True Qi had actually killed a True Aperture Martial Artist in just two strikes.

This was too bizarre, so much so that she only felt fear when Lin Yuan's gaze turned toward her.

The guy in front of her had such a bloody Martial Skill; it seemed he wasn't exactly a good person either.

I am a delicate beauty with no ability to resist; he wouldn't act like a beast, would he!

If Lin Yuan knew what she was thinking, he would definitely roll his eyes.

Where did this little fairy come from? How disappointing!

"Hey, are you alright?"

Lin Yuan asked casually.

Hearing this, Mo Yunzhu came back to her senses.

"I'm fine; this bit of poison won't kill me, it's just that I can't use my True Qi for a moment."

"Oh, that's good. I'm leaving first."

Lin Yuan nodded and turned to leave.

He hadn't intended to intervene in the first place; it was just that the old man with the handlebar mustache had sought his own death and forced him to act.

Of course, he had no intention of harming anyone, and he was temporarily uninterested in beauty.

Just kidding, he was a blade-wielder now; how did that saying go?

Women only affect the speed of my blade; he really needed to wield his blade now!

"Wait a moment!"

Mo Yunzhu called out from behind.

"Do you still have something to say?"

Lin Yuan turned around, frowning slightly.

"Can you take me back to Black Stone Town? Don't worry, I will definitely reward you heavily afterward."

"Sorry..."

Returning to Black Stone Town would require a long detour, taking half a day to go and come back. Lin Yuan didn't have any extra time to waste.

"One hundred taels of gold."

"..."

Lin Yuan fell silent and reflected on his behavior.

How could helping others be called a waste of time?

How rude!

Rich lady, please let me hug your thigh!