Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

Chapter 197 Deadly Strike

Yang Silang looked up and laughed, pretending to be reckless.

"Master Fu is giving me a lot of money, and I have plenty of ways to protect myself. I'll try to stall for time as long as I can."

"Alright, bring me the life-and-death contract!"

Liu Jinghong's patience ran out, and he shouted. Immediately, someone presented him with a blank name contract, the ink of which had dried up, indicating that it had been written beforehand.

He wrote his name with a flourish.

What's there to be afraid of, a mere piece of steel dirt?

Yang Silang blinked and wrote his name on the contract without hesitation.

Liu Jinghong was also very cautious. He and his friends personally examined the household registration and travel permit that Yang Silang carried with him to confirm that the other party was a candidate for the imperial examination. Only then did they split the contract in two and keep it separately.

Fu Hongying, standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded.

She didn't understand why Yang Silang had come. One filthy martial arts master had come to save another filthy martial arts master. Was her father confused?

Yang Silang took the contract and casually handed it to Fu Hongying.

"Here you go."

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Fu Hongying took a step forward and hurriedly said.

"Don't fight, you're no match for them, it's not worth throwing your life away..."

"My father always liked to drag his feet when paying people..."

In order to make Yang Silang back down, she even revealed her father's shortcomings.

Liu Jinghong, who was listening nearby, burst into laughter.

"Miss Fu, this is not up to you. Once you sign a life-or-death contract, the government will have to recognize your actions even if you fight to the death."

"Your father will definitely not hesitate to spend money for you; he will do so readily."

Yang Silang waved his hand and said to Hongying.

"Wait a minute, I'll be there as soon as possible..."

The people in the courtyard rolled their eyes when they heard this. What are you trying to do so fast for?

Try to die as soon as possible?

The two stood in the courtyard.

Liu Jinghong drew his longsword, performed a beautiful sword flourish, and spoke with an elegant air.

"Brother Yang...please!"

Yang Silang's hands were empty. He saw a weapon rack in the courtyard with eighteen kinds of weapons on it. He rushed to the rack and took a single sword.

A longsword against a single-edged sword; neither of them wielded a long weapon, so neither had an advantage in terms of weaponry—it was a perfect match.

Liu Jinghong sneered inwardly.

If a steel-dirty martial arts master could use a long spear and halberd to stall for a moment, how dare he use short weapons? Isn't that courting death?

"Brother Yang...please!"

He feigned politeness once again.

"good!"

Yang Silang shouted and suddenly lunged forward, slashing down with a fierce blade!

The Taizu Long Fist advanced sword technique, "Power Splitting Mount Hua," features simple, refined, and unadorned moves, its essence lying in the single word "power."

As long as you have more strength than others, this move is unbeatable.

After a cold laugh, Liu Jinghong made her move. Her longsword drew a graceful curve in the air as she used the "Blocking" technique, and a faint white aura ignited on it.

It's just a tiny, dirty steel sanctuary.

When the two armies clash, he only needs a simple move, "Raise Fire to the Sky," to easily and directly shatter the opponent's true energy with his powerful true energy, and even break the single blade, to win.

He had even planned that with a single swing of his sword, he could easily take the other man's head.

There was no blood in the courtyard. Did Old Man Fu think he wouldn't dare to kill someone?

He was thinking about it.

Suddenly, he felt a shadow looming over his head, and an inexplicable pressure pressed down on him. His terrifying blood and qi surged, filling the entire courtyard and scorching the surrounding temperature.

In sight.

Suddenly, a thick, earth-yellow aura of true energy erupted from the opponent's single blade, enveloping the blade!

"You're a grandmaster too..." Liu Jinghong exclaimed in surprise.

He trembled rapidly with his single sword, his true energy surged, and his blood and qi boiled, instantly raising his entire body's true energy and qi to its peak.

boom!

Swords clashed.

A massive wave of true energy swept outwards in all directions.

In an instant, it knocked over most of the people in the courtyard.

Fu Hongying and the other candidates who were nearby were particularly badly hurt, as they were blown away.

Even a group of women standing at the entrance of the courtyard were blown off their feet by the blast wave and rolled around on the spot.

Fortunately, whether intentionally or by sheer luck, Fu Hongying flew out but ended up crashing heavily into Bai Cha.

She herself was completely unharmed, but Bai Cha screamed in agony, breaking several ribs, and fainted on the spot.

Wang Daniu was prepared and hid behind Daqing.

The big blue hoof took root, bowed its head and pushed forward. Under the bombardment of the residual energy, it stood very steadily, protecting Wang Daniu as well.

Looking at the people rolling around on the ground like gourds.

A hint of mockery flashed across Daqing's face. Suddenly, taking advantage of the chaos, he took two steps to the side and lightly stomped down with his hoof.

"what……"

Bai Cha, who had already fainted, woke up with a scream. It turned out that her leg had been broken by being stepped on and twisted into a pretzel shape.

Her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets; a sharp pain struck, and she fainted again.

Not to mention the chaos and disarray that ensued.

in the courtyard.

Liu Jinghong and Yang Silang were already locked in battle.

The two men faced off with longswords against single-edged swords. The white and yellow true energy clinging to their blades resembled two halos clashing together, sparking countless fires.

Liu Jinghong's true energy is light and agile, following the fast sword style; Yang Silang's single sword is heavy, exerting the powerful force of earth-attribute true energy.

During this time, the two did not forget to exchange palm strikes, using the "splitting palm" technique imbued with the force of a cow's hair to strike at each other and restrain each other.

In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged dozens of blows.

As Liu Jinghong fought, he became increasingly alarmed. Although they were both grandmasters, his opponent's true energy was far more abundant than his own, and his single sword strike was so powerful that he could barely breathe.

In particular, the fine, powerful energy shooting from his palms could switch between several different attributes in a few instantaneous strikes.

There is fire-type explosive true energy that wreaks havoc in the body, scorching muscles and blood vessels; there is water-type true energy that clumps together and blocks the meridians and blood; there is metal-type sharp true energy that recklessly cuts through tendons and ligaments; and there is wood-type true energy that disrupts the balance of internal organs and disturbs the balance of qi and blood.

"What kind of monster is this?!"

Liu Jinghong almost cried.

When normal people cultivate true qi, isn't it best to focus on a single attribute and strive for purity?

How can this person so easily control different types of true energy? How can he manage to unify such a chaotic mix of true energy within one body? Isn't he afraid of them conflicting and breaking through his dantian meridians?

"Brother... how much did that old man pay you?"

"I've got his daughter under my control. I'll give you half of his fortune..." Liu Jinghong said hastily, adjusting her inner energy between breaths.

Yang Silang shook his head.

"I don't want his money..."

Liu Jinghong was stunned; someone had worked so hard for nothing.

"What do you want?"

Yang Silang revealed his gleaming white teeth.

"I want your life..."

Before he finished speaking, the true energy on the blade surged, igniting a yellow ball of light, as if he were raising a blazing torch, and slashed downwards!

He had only used 60-70% of his strength, yet he had already forced Liu Jinghong on the other side to scramble and panic.

This person can't test their own limits and can't be a whetstone.

He has a handsome face, but I really don't know how he managed to become such a weak Grandmaster.

If that's the case, then go die!

With despair in his eyes, Liu Jinghong suddenly turned around, abandoned his sword, and rushed towards the courtyard gate.

He reached out with his hands, which were shaped like claws, to grab Fu Hongying, who had just climbed off Bai Cha and was being woken up by pinching her philtrum!

If we capture Fu Hongying, there's still room for negotiation!

This is someone Old Man Fu found; we must give him face.

He felt the blade behind him recede, and was overjoyed that he had made the right bet. He moved forward almost as a shadow, his fingertips nearly touching Fu Hongying's clothes.

Swish!

Liu Jinghong felt a bright light behind her, a light that even illuminated the pupils of the people in front of her.

He clearly saw a dazzling blade of light slash out from behind his waist, right in front of Fu Hongying's wide, shocked pupils.

"what……"

Liu Jinghong screamed in agony as her upper body became lighter and she flew into the air, leaving behind a trail of blood and entrails.

His lower body went limp on the spot, and he knelt down in front of Fu Hongying.

Fu Hongying's face was splattered with blood and entrails, and her hair bun on top of her head was also blown apart by the aftershocks of the blade, her beautiful hair flying everywhere. A bald patch appeared on the top of her head, revealing her scalp, which immediately turned bright red from the shock of the blade's energy.

Bai Cha, who had just been choked awake, saw that Liu Jinghong's body had been split in two and that her head was still covered in blood. She screamed "Liu Lang!" and then fainted again, clutching her stomach.

Liu Jinghong was a Grandmaster, and he was still alive at the time.

With half his body flying in the air, he strained to turn his head and look behind him as Yang Silang calmly swung his sword to wipe away the bloodstains before sheathing it.

"How dare he?" Liu Jinghong died with a head full of questions. "That last strike, if it had been slightly off, would have severed Fu Hongying's head as well!"

"Wasn't he someone Old Fu invited to help?"

thump!

Liu Jinghong's body landed heavily outside the courtyard gate, flying more than ten feet away. Her eyes rolled a dozen times before she closed them and died.

Everyone in the courtyard was shocked and only now came to their senses.

Liu Jinghong's friends cried out in anguish, rushed out to check on Liu Jinghong's half-dead body, and embraced it, wailing loudly.

At the entrance of the courtyard, a group of women surrounded Fu Hongying and Bai Cha.

Someone with quick eyes and hands put a hood on Fu Hongying's head.

She was originally a pretty and spirited girl, but her scalp was shaved white, and a clump of her beautiful hair flew away. Now she has a central bald spot, with long hair hanging down on all four sides.

It resembles a scepter with a round head and a tassel around its waist; it's truly unbearable to look at.

More women chimed in, chattering amongst themselves.

"Hongying, are you alright?"

"What did Bai Cha just call out, 'Liu Lang'?"

"They're in cahoots."

"No wonder she asked us to come looking for Liu Jinghong."

"You slut, you actually conspired with an outsider to murder your sister!"

The women launched into a tirade against Bai Cha, but she was too dizzy to hear them.

Fu Hongying was covered in blood. Whether it was the smell of blood or the news of her best friend's betrayal, she suddenly vomited all over herself.

Bai Cha woke up slowly after being splashed with tea again. Ignoring his broken leg, he raised his palm and slashed at Fu Hongying.

"Give me back my life, Liu Lang!"

The women were all caught off guard.

boom!

Daqing raised his foot and kicked Baicha on the back of the head, sending her sprawling forward and knocking her unconscious again.

This woman was constantly on the go, both dizzy and waking up, and was extremely busy.

An hour later.

The group had arrived at Tianxing County, under the jurisdiction of Shuntian Prefecture, which was the area where the incident occurred.

When the magistrate took the stage, he placed the iron cangue in front of Bai Cha, who was so frightened that he fainted. After being revived by a basin of cold water, he confessed.

She met Liu Jinghong three years ago, and they had already secretly fallen in love. Unfortunately, Liu Jinghong offended a powerful figure and failed the imperial examination, so he stayed in the capital to be with her.

Liu Jinghong was confident of passing this imperial examination, but he felt he didn't have enough money and might not be able to secure a good official position.

Lacking the resources to support his cultivation to the level of a Grandmaster of the Golden Marrow, he set his sights on the wealthy Fu family.

Bai Cha was pregnant and listened to him completely, so they set up a scheme together.

The case is very simple; with the life-and-death contract in place, Yang Silang bears no responsibility.

However, since someone had died, the process was complicated, and Yang Silang would probably have to spend the night in prison. Even though they found him a clean, straw-lined cell, he wasn't happy about it.

He couldn't help but send a telepathic message to the fox tattoo on his arm.

"Fairy, I don't know if you can hear me..."

"I'll take that as you heard it. If you don't do something, you'll be listening to stories in this stinky prison tonight."

As a result, there was still no reaction by nightfall.

Yang Silang was prepared to spend the night on a pile of straw.

Clang!

The prison gate was pushed open, and the county magistrate, carrying his official robes and sweating profusely, ran over. He stumbled as he crossed the threshold, then slid down to his knees and knelt into the prison cell, stopping precisely under a pile of straw. He looked up at Yang Silang with a fawning expression.

"My lord... I was blind and failed to recognize a true immortal."

"You never said you were Consort Hu's cousin..."

"This is no place for you..."

"This humble official will help you out... Please watch your step, walk slowly, be careful..."

The last thick money envelope slipped smoothly into Yang Silang's sleeve pocket.

"Please accept this..."

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