Kill Me More Times, I’ll Become Invincible

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"Where there’s a will, there’s a way?"

Qiao Shui pondered: Being able to overcome invisible desires, it seems that this Mountain Mother is quite unique among the demons.

"Do you need both purity and honesty to unlock this Sincerity Gold Stone?"

Qiao Mu’s gaze fell on the cushion in front of the golden mountain wall.

"Time is of the essence, please start, two brave men."

Village Chief Dedication Brother lit a long incense stick in front of the golden mountain wall with a match, and soon a faint fragrance filled the air.

"Hmm, quite exquisite." Qiao Mu sat down on the cushion in front of the mountain wall, quietly waiting.

After waiting for a while without hearing any footsteps behind him, he turned around and looked back:

"Why avoid it?" asked the Village Chief and Zhang Kui at the same time.

"Are we still not in a dream?"

Village Chief Dedication Brother suddenly remembered something and slapped his forehead.

"My bad, my bad, I was too hasty."

"As soon as I saw outsiders approaching, I hurried to bring them here to offer, forgetting to explain properly."

"With sincere intentions, the Sincerity Gold Stone will open up, allowing you to meet the Mountain Mother in the dream peacefully while under the influence of the dream incense."

Dedication Brother explained:

"Sincerity refers to utmost sincerity and strong desire; essence refers to the essence of qi and blood, both of which can be food for the Mountain Mother."

"Meeting the mountain mother in a dream? So it’s not a party…." Qiao Mu asked.

"Why are there so many strong boys in this village?"

"By giving away their strength, it burdens their bodies, so they must exercise diligently," said the village chief.

"As for the boys…."

"Men are always lustful; when they grow old, they are old perverts, when they are young, they are young perverts, especially the inexperienced boys."

"The desires of boys are quite innocent, always thinking about what’s in their pants. Especially after rumors of Mountain Mother’s scandals spread, some people even try to find Black Mountain by any means."

"The outsiders believe this rumor about the village boys, eagerly waiting to exploit their strong and pure desires, which are considered excellent sustenance."

"So, it was a scam?" Qiao Mu felt a bit disappointed.

"No, what were you expecting…?" Dedication Brother made a strange face.

His words left Qiao Mu speechless for a moment.

The village chief continued, "It’s not really a deception."

"When the Mountain Mother appears and absorbs the essence of life, she will also give the dedicated ones a vivid dream that feels real."

"If it was just a simple trick, how could the legend of the Mountain Mother spread so widely?" Dedication Brother pondered carefully.

"Of course, if you two desire intense passion, it’s not impossible."

"That’s not necessary." Wu Qizheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"In that case, let me go first." Wu Qizheng whispered to Qiao Mu.

"Being drained of life essence by the Mountain Mother will naturally cause a depletion for martial artists."

"Mr. Qiao needs to deal with the Martial Saint, so it might be wise to conserve energy. Let me go first this time."

Qiao Mu teared up, feeling touched by Wu Qizheng’s gesture. He remembered sacrificing himself to save Qiao Zhong and Hai Wuya.

Wu Qizheng sat down on a cushion and faced the wall. He gently touched it and closed his eyes.

Inside the room, a long incense stick burned quietly, creating a magical atmosphere with its lingering scent.

"Please, Mr. Wu, think about your strongest desire deep inside." Amid the swirling fragrance, the village chief’s voice sounded fainter:

"After touching the Sincerity Gold Stone, the dreamer will reveal their strongest and truest desires in the dream, with all defenses and rationality disappearing into nothingness."

"In the dream, one will confront their innermost desires and cannot lie. If they lie, the dream will immediately dissipate."

"The stronger and more genuine the desire, the greater the effect on the Mountain Mother."

The swirling smoke around them was like thick mist, enveloping everything.

Qiao Mu looked around and realized that they were no longer in the small room behind Madam Mountain Mother’s temple. The surroundings were hazy, like being in a boundless sea of fog.

Qiao Mu, with over a thousand years of daydreaming experience, had already figured out… They were no longer in reality but had entered a dream.

"These Sincerity Gold Stones in the Madam Mountain Mother temple, along with the so-called dream incense, can make people have fantastic dreams?" Qiao Mu pondered this thought.

In front of him, the dream master Wu Qizheng sat silently facing the wall, with mist rising around, but no other obvious changes were seen.

A long time passed with no movement or sound.

"Does this person have no desires for Mountain Mother?" Zhang Kui seemed somewhat puzzled, he glanced at Qiao Mu beside him and spoke:

"Mr. Qiao can actually remind and guide this person by speaking on the side, facing their strongest desires in their heart."

"Can Mountain Mother not do it?" Qiao Mu thought for a moment and had an idea, "Wu Qizheng, imagine the Martial Saint."

As soon as he finished speaking.

Like a heavy stone thrown into a lake, instantly causing a thousand piles of snow to rise, the surrounding fairyland-like white mist surged like tides.

It was obvious.

The image of Mountain Mother didn’t affect Wu Qizheng.

But the name Martial Saint immediately caught Wu Qizheng’s attention.

Wu Qizheng tensed up, his fist clenched.

"This intense desire is not love or lust… it is a desire to kill?" Village Chief Dedication Brother paused in surprise.

"It seems like another person with a deep-seated hatred against Martial Saint." Bandit Zhang Kui nodded in agreement.

"This commotion is as big as the time when I led fifty young boys into a dream at once! It looks like this person indeed has a strong determination, comparable to fifty young boys."

"Your arrangement is quite peculiar…" Qiao Mu thought to himself.

Bandit Zhang Kui pondered for a moment and said, "You have a point. Let me rephrase it."

"Indeed. Let me put it differently."

"Like an energetic young boy bursting with energy and an intense desire to explore, longing for adventure fifty times more intense."

Qiao Mu seemed a bit awkward, it was a vivid description, but it didn’t sound like a compliment.

The smoke around us quickly transformed, creating a vivid picture.

It was a bustling temple of Xuantian Sect in Nan Province, with many worshippers.

Wu Qizheng, who was sitting in front of the Sincerity Gold Stone, had disappeared, replaced by… the Martial Saint!

The cultivators of Xuantian Sect were controlling flying swords and thunderous spells in the sky, while the Martial Saint strode forward steadfastly, heading straight towards Emperor Yonghe disguised in front of the main hall.

"The surging smoke has grown bigger, almost doubling in size, equivalent to seventy-five adventurous young boys!" Bandit Zhang Kui counted on his fingers, looking stunned.

"This dream memory is the manifestation of the person’s obsession after touching the Sincerity Gold Stone."

In the dream, the Martial Saint faced many cultivators, his thick grey hair billowing in the wind as he declared, "The strong become immortals, the weak turn into demons!"

At this moment, the cloudy sky in the dream began to churn, forming the face of an old man with white hair.

In the next moment, thunder fell like rain, with a blinding light so intense that it was unbearable to look at. By the time the light faded, Martial Saint had disappeared without a trace.

As Martial Saint’s image vanished and the dream shifted again, there was no sign of Martial Saint, only a pale-faced young man with black hair standing in front of a tombstone, who was Wu Qizheng.

Qiao Mu frowned slightly, focusing his gaze, and he saw clearly that the tombstone read "Wu Qizheng’s Grave."

On the epitaph was a cross:

"Using mysterious skills to walk the righteous path"

From the dream perspective of Martial Saint in the first person, to the tomb of Wu Qizheng later on, thinking about Martial Saint’s fake death and rebirth…

The situation had become very clear.

"Was Wu Qizheng the scapegoat for Martial Saint in the Nan Province assassination of Emperor Yonghe? No wonder he had such strong intentions to kill Martial Saint." Qiao Mu suddenly understood.

"No, I chose to sacrifice myself," mumbled Wu Qizheng in the dream.

Clearly, his emotions were fluctuating, and the milky white mist around him surged like ocean waves getting higher.

The dream scene changed again, now showing a mountain village at night.

Qiao Mu remembered this mountain village, as it was where he first met the Martial Saint in the past.

But at this moment in the dream, Qiao Mu, Jade-faced Flying Dragon, and other martial artists had already left, leaving only Wu Qingxin’s mummified body, along with the Martial Saint, Wu Qizheng, and Star Xuan Envoy.

"Martial Saint, if one day I die, it will not be for you," Wu Qizheng said at that time.

"Wu Qingxin’s weakness lies in her state of mind, and you, Wu Qizheng…" the Martial Saint said faintly.

"In today’s world, being ‘righteous’ can be a fatal weakness."

………

"The Martial Saint knew I would prioritize the bigger picture and become his scapegoat, this is his plan."

"Choosing to die willingly, and seeking survival from a life-threatening situation, are not contradictory."

"The Martial Saint’s plan succeeded, and my act of sacrificing myself to survive also succeeded, that’s all."

"Already a hundred and thirty young men." The bandit Zhang Kui expressed amazement, saying:

"Mr. Qiao, don’t stop, continue talking to him, let his desires be fully revealed, the more his desires soar in his dreams, the more advantageous it is for attracting the Mountain Mother."

"Choosing to die willingly?" Qiao Mu also became alert, purposely asking in a skeptical tone:

"Are you lying? You clearly hate the Martial Saint to the core, wishing to kill him slowly, how could you be willing to die in his place?"

"I never died for the Martial Saint, only for the overall situation of Jiu Province." Wu Qizheng muttered:

"The martial strength of Jiu Province has been weak for a long time, only the Martial Saint supports it alone."

"I thought that being alive as the Martial Saint would be more useful, so I could be a substitute for the Martial Saint."

"And now, have you turned over a new leaf?" Qiao Mu asked.

"Why did your thoughts change? Why did you go from being willing to be a substitute for the Martial Saint to plotting the Martial Saint’s life in every way possible?"

Wu Qizheng, who was immersed in a dream, trembled slightly.

At this moment, mist around him began to surge wildly again.

It was not a clear image as before, but a series of images appearing simultaneously in the dream.

In the silent Yangmen City, under the ruins of a Taoist temple, lay the dried-up remains of Wu Qiankun.

In a dark warehouse, boxes were being opened one by one, each containing dozens or hundreds of fist-sized lumps of flesh, slowly wriggling as if breathing.

In a room filled with piles of flesh, similar-looking, naked Wu Qizheng’s were being squeezed out from the flesh lumps.

One by one, the scenes flashed quickly, then suddenly twisted and distorted before Qiao Mu could even see clearly, and then returned to calm.

Qiao Mu looked down again.

Wu Qizheng, who should have been immersed in a dream, was staring quietly at him with clear eyes.

"Two hundred boys!" Village Chief Dedication Brother shouted loudly.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Qiao was a bit too hasty. His questions were too sharp, hitting this person’s innermost thoughts so directly that the person woke up early."

"Everyone has secrets they don’t want to tell others," Wu Qizheng said, looking into Qiao Mu’s eyes.

"Why was Mr. Qiao in such a hurry, eager to use this dream entry opportunity to probe into my secrets?"

"If you ask, I will answer," Wu Qizheng said calmly.

"After leaving the Martial Saint for over two years, I have traveled to various places in Jiu Province, secretly observing the Martial Saint and Wuji Association, who have now mastered the Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill."

"During the time of the Martial Saint Spiritual Technique, it was a time when martial arts geniuses fought each other as prey."

"The Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill had seventy-two wise men, who preyed on the people of Jiu Province, with a scale and impact that is incomparable."

"Martial Saints may eliminate out-of-control individuals like "Wu Qiankun", but that’s just an afterthought."

"So in my personal opinion, the Inhuman Disaster caused by the Martial Saint might not be any less significant than the Inhuman Disaster caused by inhumans."

Speaking of this, Wu Qizheng remembered something else:

"Mr. Qiao, do you remember our conversation about ‘Retrieve Eagle’ before we entered Black Mountain?"

"In my view, whether it’s about Retrieve Eagle or Mountain Mother, cultivators or martial artists, inhumans or Martial Saints, Emperor Yonghe, or Wu Qiankun…"

"Evil beings should be punished, I wish to eradicate them quickly."

"That’s all there is to it."

"I wonder if Mr. Qiao is happy with this answer?" Wu Qizheng said calmly.

"Very happy indeed," Qiao Mu quickly agreed.

Trying to find out more about Wu Qizheng’s background, he was caught red-handed, which was quite embarrassing.

To ease the awkwardness, he decisively sat on the cushion in front of the golden cliff and said seriously:

"Dedication Brother… I meant Village Chief, if two hundred young men are not enough, then add me as one."

"Agreed, agreed," Dedication Brother immediately brightened up:

"Normally, Mountain Mother should have appeared by now, with just fifty young men, but as we have two hundred young men, she should be summoned soon."

"Mountain Mother has been sleeping longer recently, perhaps something went wrong… but it’s not a big issue since we have all the two hundred young men, we just need to take the final step."

"Please prepare for the dream, Mr. Qiao!"

Not only Zhang Kui and Dedication Brother were looking forward to it, but Qiao Mu was also a bit excited.

Mountain Mother used to only have about fifty dream visits, Wu Qizheng had the equivalent of two hundred dream visits…

And if this 1135-year-old supreme young martial arts master competitor enters the competition… it’s not just a step at the door, it’s like stepping on the accelerator and charging ahead to the extreme!

He reached out to touch the Sincerity Gold Stone, sitting quietly in the room filled with fragrance.

The strongest desire revealed in Wu Qizheng’s dream was to kill the Martial Saint.

So what could be his strongest desire in his heart?