CHAPTER 483:

Kill Me More Times, I’ll Become Invincible

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"Child, you must remember this."

Founding Emperor Yan stepped over the body of the middle-aged swordsman beneath him and spoke.

"Even the number one Qiao Shuangtu, famous throughout Jiu Province, will still face criticism, especially after his downfall."

"And it will be the same for you, having become an emperor. No matter how high your status, how strong your power, or how good your reputation, there will always be people who speak ill of you, who quickly give up on you after your failure, who twist your words, and who judge you with a narrow view…"

Emperor Wuping glanced at the body beneath him and frowned, saying:

"Does our ancestor mean that if we cannot silence these people as he did, we must simply accept and endure it?"

"Yes, and no," said Founding Emperor Yan slowly.

"It is not about enduring, but rather not wasting your limited energy on such people."

"Never hope for the love of the crowd; only a sage can be loved by many, but where in this world is there a sage…?"

With that said, Founding Emperor Yan suddenly paused again and looked off into the distance.

He saw the tenth member of the Qiao family appear among the majestic mountains surrounding the Great Dao Sect.

…………

"Are there more experts?"

Patriarch Lingyuan looked down, his expression fairly calm.

After Qiao Shuangtu fought bravely to his death.

The nine Qiao family members trapped behind him were briefly stunned and surprised.

This is different from the methods of clones, avatars, and dharma bodies in immortal practices; if the true body dies, the dharma body becomes like a floating weed without roots, and logically, it should vanish at the same time.

However, Patriarch Lingyuan could sense that the remaining nine Qiao family members were not much weaker than Qiao Shuangtu; they did not grow weaker after Qiao Shuangtu’s death, but they were clearly dazed.

It seems that Qiao Shuangtu’s death dealt them a heavy blow; this was a clear sign of a leaderless group.

"It looks like there are ten people, but in reality, if the leader is killed, it will also be a leaderless group."

Patriarch Lingyuan had a thought, and thus within the great formation, mountains and valleys surged towards the Qiao family warriors.

Meanwhile, the thousand bean soldiers reformed their battle array, coming and going back again.

In this already set up Heaven and Earth Anti Chaos Formation, he was like the master of this small world. He could move mountains and fill seas with a single thought, shifting space. ȐáN𝐨𐌱ЕŜ

Just a thought had arisen.

Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss!

Nine loud sounds cut through the air one after another.

Like lightning piercing the sky, they crashed into the bean soldier formation along with the leader, Qiao Mu.

The speed was so fast that it surprisingly increased by fifty percent in an instant, catching Patriarch Lingyuan off guard, who was used to the earlier pace.

"These nine Qiao family members are still the same ones, but how did their speed increase by fifty percent in just a moment? Did they really hold back and watch Qiao Shuangtu die?"

Patriarch Lingyuan was filled with shock and anger.

He did not know that six thousand years was far too long for Qiao Mu.

During these six thousand years, he had perfected the Ex-human Transformation.

Ex-human Transformation is essentially a change in physical form developed by Martial Saint and his seventy-two wise men, based on the Flesh Changing Skill.

The so-called Ex-human Transformation is the ultimate form of a person, able to fly through the sky and move through the earth. It is the fastest body shape they can achieve in their exploration.

But this is their limit, not the limit of Ex-human Transformation.

For six thousand long years, Qiao Mu has developed Ex-human Transformation to its peak, making his speed exceed expectations.

After Qiao Mu died and was reborn.

The skills of the nine flesh clones did not improve at all.

But inside them, they are Qiao Mu from six thousand years later.

Therefore, the nine flesh clones swiftly flew over the towering mountains, moving like a quick flash of light.

Their bodies appeared even more slender and balanced, showing a smooth, aerodynamic shape. Before Patriarch Lingyuan could react, they had already rushed over.

"It’s just a little faster, but within this great formation, it is my small world. If I want these mountains to turn upside down, then they will not be able to—"

A thought arrived here.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom—-

The mountains suddenly collapsed, rushing towards the Qiao family’s martial arts, with loud crashing sounds and swirling dust forming a long snake shape, rapidly approaching and enlarging in Patriarch Lingyuan’s view.

A wild wind howled, and nine figures sprang out from the swirling dust.

The Qiao family’s martial arts still stood strong, with True strength flowing through, eight golden arms formed from True strength waved fiercely, striking in all directions.

At a glance, it looked like an eight-armed deity had emerged.

Floating mountains, with Taoist soldiers in sturdy formations…

Everything blocking their path was instantly caught in this rapidly advancing storm of True strength, with explosive sounds that echoed like a fierce storm.

This was a new martial art born from combining the fastest fist techniques and the strongest palm techniques in six thousand years.

"Buddha’s Palm · Wanfo Chaozong!"

Mountains pressed down and collapsed, Taoist soldiers clashed as they scattered; in a moment, armor shattered, and everything exploded loudly.

"This—" Patriarch Lingyuan could no longer understand the situation before him.

In just a few breaths, how could these nine members of the Qiao family suddenly become so skilled?

In his heart, there was a feeling of long-lost unease.

As he arrived in this world, his magical powers were fading away, and he was becoming weaker every moment.

Meanwhile, the members of the Qiao family were growing stronger at a surprising speed.

Even the ancient sect leader who survived to this day could not comprehend the strangeness of the Qiao family members, feeling a strange chill.

"Don’t you understand yet?" Among the nine members wielding eight golden arms, the tenth member, Qiao Mu, spoke up:

"If you can create chaos in this world, then why can’t I break it apart with a single punch?"

"What is he saying?" While Patriarch Lingyuan furrowed his brow thinking about the relationship between this sentence and its cause, Qiao Mu had already acted.

The vast True strength gathered like rivers flowing into the ocean, forming a giant hand of brilliant golden light, like the morning sun.

"Da Yan Jue! Buddha’s Palm!"

"Da Yan Jue! Buddha’s Palm!"

"…."

Behind him, the other nine also moved at the same time, golden giant hands shooting up into the sky.

"Chaos in the universe!" Patriarch Lingyuan formed a spell with his hands.

Before, he had managed to divert Qiao Shuangtu’s terrifying sword that contained fifty thousand years of True strength before his death, and this time it would surely—–

The golden light, like a blazing sun, suddenly shifted.

Only one giant golden hand remained steady as a rock, unmoving. Even though he could move mountains with a thought, he could only watch as this golden hand rapidly grew larger in his vision.

Boom!

Patriarch Lingyuan, who had been standing still in the air, had his robe fluttering without wind, and a faint purple light surrounded him, shaking violently under the giant hand.

"That is enough."

A figure moved like a swift wind through the giant hand’s hole in the great array, his True Strength appearing like clouds beneath him as he looked down at him.

Behind him, a wild wind howled, blowing a mane as white as snow into a chaotic dance.

"Lingyuan, you have tried hard enough," he softly comforted.

"But in this world, there are some things that are heavier than mountains, and no matter how hard you try, you cannot move or stop them."

"For example, the human heart."

"Another example…"

Qiao Mu raised his fist, and the vast True strength surged like a wild storm, gathering into an astonishing vortex centered around his fist, and suddenly he struck with his fist.

"Me."

Patriarch Lingyuan’s pupils shook violently, and at the moment his protective robe shattered, a cold flash suddenly appeared in his wide sleeves, and the blade’s light shot through the air.

This was the Grey Frost Divine Blade he used to kill Qiao Shuangtu, which gathered the last trace of life-ending energy from the destruction of a small world. Even though it shrank almost by half after slaying Qiao Shuangtu, its sharpness remained formidable.

The Grey Frost Divine Blade rushed to meet Qiao Mu’s fist in a flash, but Qiao Mu didn’t avoid it; he simply transformed his fist into a palm and reached forward to grab.

"Indestructible!"

A faint golden glow appeared on his palm, shining like cold metal under the sunlight.

In the rough sound of clashing metal, the Grey Frost Divine Blade, which had shrunk to almost half its size, cut through the thick layers of True strength, slicing through half of Qiao Mu’s hand and embedding deeply into the bone.

Qiao Mu tightly closed his split hand, gripping the Grey Frost Divine Blade stuck in his bone, and struck it down on Patriarch Lingyuan’s head.

Patriarch Lingyuan’s head instantly exploded and vanished entirely under the sweeping True strength.

"See, I told you could not stop me."

Qiao Mu stepped on the True strength clouds below, and with one hand, he sliced off his own right arm, glancing at the strange grey frost creeping above but choosing not to look at it.

He stood high in the sky, holding Patriarch Lingyuan’s remains in one hand, emotionlessly looking down at the Great Dao Sect below.

"Great Dao Sect, it is time to perish."

Patriarch Lingyuan was dead, and his existence was erased.

The Heaven and Earth Anti Chaos Formation he maintained naturally faded away, and the floating mountains suddenly lost control, crashing down to the ground.

The earth trembled again, but this tremor was nothing compared to the shock in the hearts of the Great Dao Sect cultivators.

"Patriarch Lingyuan actually died at the hands of a member of the Qiao family?"

"He is the deepest foundation of our Great Dao Sect, a sect leader from ten thousand years ago, a powerful Tao Achieving Stage master, he would be a giant in the ancient cultivation world…"

Elder Qingzhuo blinked, looking at the pale faces of the Great Dao Sect cultivators, and suddenly transformed into a rainbow to leave.

While others were lost in shock, he was already ready to make his escape.

Compared to the Great Dao Sect cultivators, the shock felt by martial artists like Founding Emperor Yan was actually a bit smaller.

Unlike the ancient and storied Great Dao Sect.

These martial artists from the human realm had long accepted the unstoppable and astonishing martial power of the Qiao family member.

The unbeatable Qiao Shuangtu has fallen in battle.

Then came an unbeatable Qiao Yao.

This can’t be said to be unexpected by these martial artists; it can only be said that it was expected but still beyond reason.

The Qiao family members have done so many unreasonable things that they are nearly numb to it.

"Look at this, if one day we say that the Qiao family members are endless, and every day three or five of them appear from the cracks in the rocks, I bet there will be some who will believe it."

"Surprisingly, that might be true."

"I already believe it."

"Is there a possibility that this is the truth?"

Founding Emperor Yan turned to look in the direction of the voice and saw among the storytellers of the Tide Listening Building, there was a handsome young scholar.

It was the Tide Listening Building Landlord, Nian Chao Sheng, who had previously left in a hurry.

"What a surprise, yet so understandable." Founding Emperor Yan looked at Nian Chao Sheng.

This was an unusual situation that did not make sense.

But the Qiao family has done so many unreasonable things that people are no longer surprised, and this has instead become a sort of "norm."

Just…

"Is the Qiao family truly endless?" Founding Emperor Yan frowned.

…………………………….

Southeast Province is a coastal area, also known as Haizhou, close to the offshore islands.

Baichuan City is the largest coastal port in Southeast Province and is located at the mouth of Sky Piercing River.

Sky Piercing River is the biggest river in Jiu Province, originating from the northwestern Tongtian Mountain and flowing through five states.

The banks of the river are often places with many people, where big cities are located.

Baichuan City is a large city in the Southeast Province by the sea.

One sunny day, the sun shone bright and the water was calm.

On the coast, a middle-aged fisherman with rough skin was pulling up the fishing nets from his boat and glanced at a few small fish inside.

"This world is really too hard," sighed the middle-aged fisherman.

"If it weren’t for this unfair world and being born in the wrong time, I should have already succeeded in Foundation Building, enjoying a godly position in that temple, living a long and happy life, and being worshipped by everyone."

"Alas, at that time, I wouldn’t need to work hard every day… It’s all the fault of that Qiao family member."

The middle-aged fisherman was originally a disciple of the Soul Predicting Path, but he only joined in his middle age. Although his spiritual root was decent, he had trained for a short time and hadn’t yet achieved Foundation Building, when the Qiao family member swept through the Jiu Province Immortal Gate.

The Soul Predicting Path stays out of the world, and he had just begun his journey in the early stage of Qi training, so his dream of becoming immortal shattered, leaving him to continue being a fisherman in this world.

He is one of the very few Soul Predicting Path cultivators still alive in the world. His low skill level and good luck helped him avoid being cleaned up by members of the Qiao family and the Great Yan Flying Fish Guard…

For the past six months, he hasn’t dared to use any magic or seek wealth and status, fearing that if he showed himself, his identity would be discovered. So, he could only live as a fisherman.

Although he continued fishing, he never forgot that he was special, a person with spiritual roots, and fundamentally different from the common people around him. He was destined to cultivate and become immortal, enjoying worship and offerings…

"The Qi Refining Stage is also a path for cultivators; I should be successful sooner or later…" the middle-aged fisherman murmured, suddenly looking up to the sky and noticing a crack-like chain running through it.

"Hmm? What is happening?" The middle-aged fisherman wondered, but suddenly felt the fishing boat rocking and swaying sharply beneath him.

He looked down and immediately widened his eyes.

He saw that the water in the river below him had started to flow backward from east to west, even lifting his small fishing boat and pushing it upstream towards higher ground.

"Is the Sky Piercing River flowing backward?" the middle-aged fisherman looked up at the sky and then down at the river surface, finally trembling as he reached under the boat’s cabin to take out a jade talisman…

This jade talisman was his proof as a dark agent of the Soul Predicting Path and also a token…

"The strange signs of the heavens and earth have appeared; the sect must return." The middle-aged fisherman trembled all over as he saw his dream of becoming an immortal.