Innate Cultivation Method

Bai Ze also suddenly raised his head, staring intently ahead, his heart churning like a stormy sea.

After all, the cultivation method section on his system interface had always shown "None."

And the most crucial point was that while the Postnatal Realm primarily relied on Martial Skills to temper the body, breaking through to the Innate Realm required a cultivation method to generate Inner Qi within the body.

It could be said that a cultivation method was an indispensable item when transitioning from the Postnatal Realm to the Innate Realm.

Furthermore, during his five years in Changqing County, Bai Ze had never even heard of an Innate Cultivation Method existing.

Yet, who could have imagined that Black Tiger would possess one?

Just as Bai Ze was contemplating how to obtain it, Pang Feilong opposite him began his attack.

Seeing Black Panther's incredulous expression, he wasted no more words, charging forward with his saber. The people from Wolong Valley and the Old Gang Leader's subordinates followed suit.

Although Black Panther was finding it hard to accept, seeing them charge, he roared, "I don't believe it! How could that dog Black Tiger have an Innate Cultivation Method?"

"Whether it's true or not, brothers, kill them all! Leave none alive!"

"Kill!"

With his roar, the battle erupted completely, with both sides engaging in combat.

Black Panther now had no retreat, slashing wildly as if entering a realm of no resistance.

Leveraging his formidable strength in the Blood Changing Realm, he cut down his opponents like watermelons.

Pang Feilong witnessed this and, with a ferocious expression, leaped forward.

Black Tiger showed no fear, roaring, "Good! Die!"

Clang!

A deafening collision ensued, the immense force pushing both of them back several steps.

However, Pang Feilong's strength was clearly superior. He stopped after retreating two fewer steps than Black Panther and they clashed again.

The Old Gang Leader, Black Tiger, also joined the fray. Although still recovering from his serious injuries, his strength in the Blood Changing Realm was incomparable to ordinary Viscera Refining Realm cultivators.

Watching Black Tiger's devastating display, Bai Ze, despite his desire for the Innate Cultivation Method, did not immediately step forward.

Scarred Leopard noticed this and, with bloodshot eyes, charged forward.

He roared, "Damn old man, I'll take your life!"

"You?"

Seeing Scarred Leopard charging at him, the Old Gang Leader, Black Tiger, sneered dismissively.

His saber, like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, slashed down fiercely.

But under Scarred Leopard's suicidal assault, and with his Perfected Viscera Refining strength, they were locked in a stalemate for the moment.

The entire main hall had descended into chaos, with severed limbs and broken bodies strewn everywhere. Countless people fell into pools of blood in an instant.

At this moment, Bai Ze's longsword moved like lightning, sweeping through his enemies like a gentle breeze scattering fallen leaves.

Facing a group of Bone Refining Realm martial artists, they had no chance to react before their throats were slit or their chests pierced.

This, however, attracted the attention of a burly man from Wolong Valley, his muscles like steel.

He swung his wolf-tooth club, but Bai Ze dodged with a swift sidestep, leaving cracks in the ground.

The man bared his fangs and laughed, "Hahahaha, nimble little monkey! But I hate monkeys the most. I'll smash you into meat paste!"

"Die!"

With that, he gripped the massive wolf-tooth club with both hands, spun it 360 degrees, and brought it down like a whirlwind.

Seeing this, Bai Ze sighed inwardly, his gaze turning cold as he met the attack with his longsword.

He had initially intended to kill a few minor figures and slip away in the chaos, but he hadn't expected an opponent to charge at him.

Whoosh!

Clang!

Clang!

Bai Ze's longsword transformed into a blur of afterimages as he unleashed the first stance of the Star Point Swordplay, "Flickering Lanterns."

The dense sword shadows caught the man off guard; he couldn't discern the true from the false.

Seeing this, the burly man hastily used his wolf-tooth club to defend. His eyes widened in disbelief. Despite his Late Viscera Refining Realm strength, he was being forced into such a desperate situation.

Whoosh!

Just then, amidst the dense sword shadows, a white light flashed, accompanied by a crisp sword hum.

When he finally saw clearly, Bai Ze's longsword had already pierced his chest.

Bai Ze didn't hesitate. He drew his sword and darted into the surrounding crowd.

He fought his way, gradually moving towards the flanks. A group of Bone Refining Realm or early to mid-Viscera Refining Realm martial artists were no more than a single sword strike to him.

Thus, under Bai Ze's deliberate maneuvering, he slowly moved away from the center of the battle.

His longsword swept out rapidly, slitting the throats of the three enemies before him.

Then he leaped into the air, his feet kicking out in a series of horizontal sweeps. At the same time, he seized the opportunity to fully activate his Lightning Step, flashing towards the inner courtyard of the main hall.

The battle was incredibly fierce, with a large number of people making things particularly chaotic.

Thanks to Bai Ze's speed, no one else noticed him.

Meanwhile, At this moment, the County Magistrate was leisurely enjoying himself. While the Black Tiger Gang was engaged in a fierce fight, he was relaxed, drinking his wine, as if he didn't care about the outcome of the Black Tiger Gang's battle.

Just then, the door suddenly opened, and Song Nanjun, who had disappeared earlier, walked in. Behind him were seven or eight gang members, all holding large sabers and exuding a murderous aura.

Seeing this, the County Magistrate couldn't help but stand up, step back a few paces, and point at Song Nanjun, asking in disbelief, "You, how are you here? Why didn't you go with your father to the Black Tiger Gang?"

"Heh heh,"

Upon hearing this, Song Nanjun sneered and directly sat on the sofa opposite where the County Magistrate had been sitting.

He took two bites of food and a sip of wine, then smiled at the other man, his eyes filled with killing intent.

He spoke, "Our esteemed County Magistrate, the Black Tiger Gang is fighting fiercely, yet you are here so comfortably!"

"The reason I'm here is because my father was afraid you'd be lonely, so he sent me specifically to send you on your way."

"Come, don't be polite. It'll be easier for you to depart after you've eaten and drunk your fill."

"Don't worry, that Qin Ming fellow will soon join you. Perhaps he's already down below."

"You've come to kill me."

Hearing the County Magistrate say this, Song Nanjun's face broke into a mocking smile, as if to say, isn't that obvious?

He recalled how his father used to defer to the County Magistrate, but now he could treat him however he pleased. Song Nanjun felt an immense sense of satisfaction.