I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world

Chapter 27: Chapter 27 Close Combat, You’re No Good! Chapter 27: Chapter 27 Close Combat, You’re No Good! After the last arrow was shot, the longbow was slung over the back.

The figure suddenly darted to the left, in the direction of the city.

At this point, the short elder’s face became even more sullen.

He manipulated the writhing Fire Serpent to move faster, while continuously accelerating himself, trying to close in on Liang Hui.

Suddenly, the figure veering left shifted direction again.

The speed surged as he charged towards the elder.

The long spear that had been carried on his back was now, unnoticed, gripped in his right hand, and a chilling killing intent permeated the air.

The short elder, watching the masked man rushing towards him, had a hint of barely perceptible sarcasm in his eyes.

One would be mistaken to think that a Daoist was weak in close combat; after all, he had spent decades in the Qi Nourishing Realm, and his skills in close-quarter combat were definitely not meager.

Moreover, he just needed to hold the masked man for a few breaths, which was long enough for the Fire Serpent trailing behind him to catch up and end the fight.

Without hesitation, he drew the longsword he’d been carrying on his back, fixing his gaze intently on the rapidly approaching figure.

A glint of cold light, swift as a shooting star, was already fast approaching his throat.

Block it!

A roar in his heart, he desperately swung his remaining right arm.

The sparks from the metal collision twinkled in the night sky.

He had blocked it!

A sigh of relief unconsciously escaped the elder’s heart.

The very next instant, a blue radiance flashed by, and his consciousness began to sink into darkness.

Bang! Thump!

The headless corpse collapsed to the ground, and the red Fire Serpent burst apart.

Liang Hui stood several meters behind the elder, gazing at the head he held in his hand, along with the slowly fading blue glow on his left arm.

“Impressive swordsmanship!”

He murmured as he tossed the head beside the elder’s corpse.

Then, he walked slowly to the side of the mutilated body, probing the corpse with his spear tip.

Right away, he lifted the brown cloth bag from the waist and set it aside.

Besides that, there were no other valuable items on the elder’s body!

Not even the items that could induce dreams were found.

Had he hidden all his valuables somewhere? But with how quickly he came to hunt him down, where could he have possibly hidden them?

As he pondered, the long spear probed into the brown cloth bag and slowly withdrew.

With Liang Hui’s keen eyesight, he clearly saw a fine layer of black granules sticking to the spear tip.

This must be the foreign object the elder relied on. Could it also be utilized in the same way?

The young man made his judgment and thrust the long spear fiercely into a piece of broken stone.

Under the collision sparks, the spear tip instantly ignited with red flames, and even the black cotton on the top end of the spear shaft was burned to ash.

A glint of excitement flashed in Liang Hui’s eyes; such a substance would be quite useful in a fight.

However, he still needed to see the extent of its damage to human flesh.

Without hesitation, the spear tip was thrust into a nearby corpse, and the red flames quickly enveloped the body from the spear tip.

Bursting into fierce flames.

Sizzling!…..

Fat from the body continuously emerged, fuelling the flames.

About ten minutes later, the body, along with the head, had turned to charcoal.

The flame on the spear tip had dissipated five minutes earlier, leaving only a somewhat blackened tip.

He took out a piece of rag, wrapped up the brown cloth bag on the ground, and then headed towards the battlefield where they had first engaged in the fight.

There were still spoils of war left uncollected; they should not be wasted on others.

Soon he arrived at the site of the other three corpses, and he searched them briefly.

After collecting the valuable items and the artifacts that could be used for entering dreams, he put on the black robe hanging on the tree and headed back the way he came.

Meanwhile, he carefully searched the path for any signs of buried traces, coveting the Martial Arts Classics held by the old Taoist.

But after searching the path three or four times without success, Liang Hui resigned himself to head in the direction of Yuanshui City.

The way home was clear and he arrived back without a hitch.

Upon arriving, he placed the spoils of war in the living room, then proceeded into the bedroom to rest.

Tonight’s journey and combat had taken a considerable toll on his physical and mental strength; the counting of the spoils could wait until tomorrow morning.

…

Yuanshui City, Eastern Inner City, Wang Family Residence.

Soft white light filled a luxurious bedroom, brightening the room.

A pale-faced young man sat on a chair, engrossedly reading a book on the table.

After an unknown length of time, he glanced out the window at the night sky and unconsciously furrowed his brow.

His fingertips lightly bent, tapping the tabletop.

“Eldest Young Master,” a deferential voice came from outside the bedroom, and a robust figure could be faintly made out, kneeling on one knee at the door.

“Guard Miao, has Wang Da not returned from the black market yet? Please go take a look, it would be much appreciated,” the young man’s gentle voice carried from within.

“Yes.”

Once the guard had left, the young man closed the book and turned his attention to a Glowing Jade Stone inscribed with talismans.

Touching the stone with his fingertips, the white light disappeared from the bedroom.

‘Some of the Taoist’s trinkets are indeed convenient,’ he thought to himself as he stood up and walked toward the bed.

‘Wang Da, I hope nothing has happened.’ The young man thought to himself. He had developed quite an affection for this servant, who had always been by his side as they grew up together.

…

The next day, early morning.

The sun rose into the sky.

Liang Hui had just awoken from his sleep and, after a simple washing up,
dressed in his martial outfit and came to the living room, beginning to sort through last night’s haul.

There were three Martial Arts Classics related to martial arts, a small stone sculpture, a brown cloth bag containing special grains, a sharp sword, two broadswords, and a pair of boxing gloves.

And a total of two hundred and sixty-three Silver Taels; although sixty-five had been spent on Martial Arts Classics yesterday, adding to what had been seized from the first attackers, and the Silver Taels he already possessed, the count was still considerable.

These items were the spoils of last night’s combat for Liang Hui.

He put away the Silver Taels, and then arranged the dream-accessible Martial Arts Classics, the small stone sculpture, a longsword, and the boxing gloves together.

Which to try first?

Liang Hui sat cross-legged on the floor, caught in indecision.

‘Let’s go with you, I’m very curious as to why that half-baked Taoist held you in such high regard.’
Lost in thought, Liang Hui reached out and took hold of the small stone sculpture; the figure of the sculpture was a lying animal, but due to the ravages of time, the features were no longer discernible.

After examining it, Liang Hui began to sense the special aura within the sculpture, which was extremely faint.

Upon detecting the special aura, the Divine Skills ‘Entering Dreams’ was ready to be activated.

Moments later, Liang Hui’s gaze on the sculpture turned very serious.

It failed!

Neither Qi-Blood nor Inner Strength nor even Spirit were sufficient to use the Divine Skills on the sculpture.

Although faint, the nature of the aura was too sophisticated.

“It seems this is the greatest gain of all!” the young man sighed and tenderly placed the stone sculpture into his bosom.

Next, he took hold of “Hard Qigong.”

He didn’t jump straight into dreaming but first opened it to read, and with his current level of martial cultivation, he was certainly capable of understanding a martial art at the Skin Refining Level.

Skin Refining, the beginning of the Martial Path, is like the foundation of a house: a sturdy foundation allows the building to reach greater heights… refining the skin with Blood Qi, nurturing the skin with Inner Strength, and even using heavy objects for striking… skin and flesh, Qi combined, then fearlessly moving to bone refining.