Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 230 Send Away

Li Hao had a very long dream.

All those he had killed before were resurrected and relentlessly pursued him. He refused the blood pills offered by the ancestor to strengthen his body, fought his way through bloodshed, and finally fought his way out.

The dream ended at a pure white door. Li Hao pushed the door open.

Outside was a pitch-black night sky. He looked down and saw a dagger stuck in his heart.

"What a monster! He broke free from the Red Robe Curse so quickly. Zhan Peng told me that fourth-level martial artists can sense the connection between heaven and man, thus using their physical bodies to fight against all mysteries. This is just too unreasonable."

Lin Fan released his grip and stood before Li Hao, one sleeve empty, his entire body covered in blood, and Li Hao's ink-black knife still embedded in his stomach. Lin Fan's voice was pale and unsteady, yet he remained standing, even though Li Hao knew this wasn't yet his limit.

However, Li Hao's heart had already been pierced. A fourth-tier martial artist possesses extremely strong vitality, but the existence of their heart remains irreplaceable.

"I'm sorry, Officer Chen, I couldn't get you to use your full strength."

Lin Fan narrowed his eyes slightly. What was wrong with this guy? He still preferred his previous arrogant self.

He wasn't in the mood to waste words with a dead man, especially since he didn't have much energy left.

Lin Fan pulled a serrated knife from the living porcelain bottle. He had just fully felt the power of a fourth-level martial artist's body, and it was only with great difficulty that he managed to stab the dagger in.

Lin Fan weighed the serrated knife in his hand, and slowly spoke, "I don't have a hobby of dismembering corpses, but even if there's only the slightest possibility, I can't let you have any chance of survival. Because it would be too dangerous for me."

……

Sun Ruolan leaped up and launched a flying kick, sending the two giants flying towards Feng Xufeng's position.

Then her hands transformed into wooden hammers, which she slammed down on the chest of a giant.

Boom!

The two giants, already torn apart by the fighting, were now almost completely disintegrated on the spot, revealing the blue orbs of light on their chests that glowed faintly.

Sun Ruolan slammed down again.

Boom!

The two orbs of light collided and, propelled by inertia, hurtled toward Feng Xufeng.

The two orbs of light gradually merged, emitting a dazzling radiance.

Feng Xufeng ran very fast, and the light spheres were almost completely fused together, but he still couldn't catch up with them.

Sun Ruolan gritted her teeth and kicked the giant behind her with all her might, sending her flying towards the ball of light.

Her body slammed directly into the ball of light, dragging it towards Feng Xufeng and Huo Zhou.

"You madwoman, you crazy woman, what do you want! I've already let you go, why are you still chasing me!"

hum.

As the light sphere reached its limit, it expanded wildly outward from its center, enveloping Sun Ruolan, Feng Xufeng, and the Living Curse.

The light faded, and silence returned, leaving only a large, bowl-shaped crater in the ground.

...

The sphere of light briefly attracted everyone's attention before returning to calm.

Several children hid behind the wall, watching everything in fear, but dared not approach.

They watched helplessly as everything unfolded before their eyes, trembling the entire time.

Their master lay on the ground like a corpse, his fate unknown.

There was another figure nearby sawing through another person's neck.

It was all like a nightmare.

Many of the children who were with them ran away in fear, but a few of the older ones have stayed and watched until now.

They couldn't bear to leave their master, who was like a father to them, who had been knocked unconscious.

They and their master lived alone on Mount Moju. During the day, residents from the eighteen villages or outer disciples would come to help them with chores, and they would all go down the mountain before dark.

"Master, is he still alive?"

"Shut your mouth! How could anything happen to Master? He... he's just..."

He was only halfway through his explanation when he realized he didn't know how to explain it.

"Ah! Look, there, that's Master's sky-mending puppet!"

The giant had arrived in front of Mingxing, and a huge foot slowly descended towards him.

"Why did the Sky-Mending Puppet attack Master?!"

"It's Senior Brother Paper Fan. You might not remember him. He rarely went out before. I only saw him once, but I remember that black folding fan so clearly. He was in the sky! He was manipulating the Sky-Mending Puppet!"

But there was nothing they could do; rescuing their master or stopping the Sky-Mending Puppet were things they couldn't do.

To be honest, that muscular old bandit over there was sawing off someone's head. If they hadn't mustered all their courage, they wouldn't even have been able to stay in that spot.

The puppet stomped down heavily. The world suddenly fell silent.

"Master!" several hoarse voices cried out desperately.

Ze Zhishan frowned slightly. No dust was kicked up by the puppet's feet; its seemingly planted foot was actually still a fraction of an inch off the ground. She didn't need to look to know this, because a tremendous force had simultaneously neutralized his control.

Ze Zhishan relaxed slightly, and the feet of the puppet slowly moved away, revealing the Mingxing Jushi below.

He coughed like a broken bellows.

"Cough cough cough, that was close, we almost didn't make it in time."

Golden silk threads wrapped around the four hands of the lay Buddhist Mingxing, shimmering with a faint light.

Mingxing is in great pain right now; not only is his body aching, but his heart is aching even more.

In the final moments of life and death, a sliver of clarity returned to his hazy mind. Looking at the upside-down feet of the Sky-Mending Puppet, he finally thought of a way to survive.

Perform the ascension ceremony!

He wrapped all his hands in merit, temporarily gaining the power to resist the ink-paper fan.

However, this process is irreversible; once he stops the ritual, his hands will turn into immovable stones.

For a disciple of the Mohist sect to lose his hand meant the end of his cultivation path. How could he not be heartbroken?

But it was all worth it. He looked at his disciple in the sky, whose expression was calm. The other's situation was worse than his own. When he exhausted his merits, not only his hands, but his entire body would be irreversibly transformed into an immobile clay puppet.

Ze Zhishan narrowed her eyes slightly, her face serene. She had never been so calm before. Having risked everything, she would not panic or feel heartbroken over trivial matters.

"Time is not on my side, but Master, if you think you've won just because of this, that's impossible."

Zezhishan, the all-seeing "Bodhisattva," slowly descended and personally came before Mingxing Jushi.

"Master, your disciple has come to see you off."

Mingxing Jushi wanted to retreat and run away, but he had countless broken bones all over his body and could only crawl on the ground like an insect.

Ze Zhishan pressed down on Mingxing Jushi's large body, slowly reaching his hands toward his neck.