Dragon's Roar Iron Shirt

That day, the Heavenly Profound Pavilion was sealed by the Qingfeng City Guard.

This martial arts sect, which had stood in Qingfeng City for decades, collapsed overnight.

Soldiers from the City Lord's Mansion stormed the pavilion, arresting all high-ranking officials and core disciples.

Colluding with Demonic Beasts and harming the Human Race – these were crimes punishable by the extermination of nine generations.

The citizens of Qingfeng City were abuzz with discussion. Upon learning of the Heavenly Profound Pavilion's actions, they all clapped their hands in approval.

"Serves them right! I wondered why people kept disappearing recently; it turns out these beasts were behind it!"

"You really can't judge a book by its cover!"

Shen Che did not linger in Qingfeng City.

The matter was settled, and his purpose for this trip had been fully achieved.

Several days later.

Cangyun City, Demon Suppression Division.

Shen Che walked into Yan Xiu's room.

Yan Xiu was organizing case files and put down his brush upon seeing him.

"You're back? Did things go smoothly in Qingfeng City?"

Shen Che placed an object wrapped in black cloth on the table.

"The missing persons case has been resolved. The main culprit, Feng Changkong, and the Demonic Beasts he colluded with have all been put to death."

"Oh?"

Yan Xiu became interested.

"Feng Changkong was quite a master in Qingfeng City; you resolved it that quickly?"

As he spoke, he unwrapped the black cloth.

Inside the wrapping was a hideous, jet-black horn, still bearing traces of un-dried blood and demonic energy.

The relaxed expression on Yan Xiu's face vanished.

He picked up the horn and examined it closely, his fingers even rubbing against its rough surface.

"This is... Yan Hong?"

His voice carried a hint of uncertainty.

"Yan Hong, a Class A wanted criminal by the Demon Suppression Division."

Shen Che confirmed.

Yan Xiu abruptly stood up from his chair and paced around the table twice.

"It really is him! This old monster has lived for nearly three hundred years, his cultivation reaching the Primal Force Peak, just a step away from entering the Innate Realm. I never expected... he would end up falling into your hands."

He looked at Shen Che as if seeing him for the first time.

"How did you manage it?"

"Luck."

Shen Che still used those two words.

"Luck?"

Yan Xiu shook his head, dismissing his statement.

"Luck alone couldn't kill an old demon at the Primal Force Peak. This old fellow was cunning by nature; he must have killed at least eight or ten colleagues. He was able to roam free for three hundred years under the Demon Suppression Division's pursuit not just because of his strength."

Yan Xiu sat back down, poured himself a cup of tea, but hesitated to drink it.

He remained silent for a long time before speaking again.

"I've always been curious; your progress speed is too abnormal."

"Shen Che, are you a Bloodline Warrior?"

"Bloodline Warrior?"

Shen Che showed a hint of confusion on his face at the appropriate moment.

Seeing that Shen Che wasn't faking it, Yan Xiu took the initiative to explain.

"So-called Bloodline Warriors are an extremely special branch among martial artists."

"There are two types."

"One is inheritance. Their ancestors were Martial Dao Kings, or even stronger existences. The power of their bloodline is passed down through generations, and their children and descendants are born far superior to ordinary people, natural talents for martial arts."

"The other type is ancestral regression."

"These individuals might have had ordinary ancestors, but the source of their bloodline can be traced back to the ancient era of Gods and Demons. A trace of divine-demon blood lies dormant within them. If they are fortunate enough to awaken this trace of blood, they can ascend to the heavens in a single step, leaping over the dragon gate."

Yan Xiu's tone carried a touch of emotion.

"Regardless of the type, they are true prodigies. Their cultivation speed is a thousand miles a day, their combat power far exceeds their peers, and they can even master some unbelievable special abilities."

Shen Che listened quietly, not interrupting.

He was contemplating something else in his mind.

The so-called Bloodline Warriors sounded impressive, but ultimately, they relied on luck.

How could that compare to his own System?

Seeing his silence, Yan Xiu assumed he had agreed and didn't press further.

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Everyone has their own secrets; the Demon Suppression Division only cares about results, not the process.

"You handled the Qingfeng City case very well."

Yan Xiu took a dark iron token from his drawer. This was a Demon Suppressing Token used by the Demon Suppression Division to record merits.

"You killed two Commander-level Demonic Beasts. According to the rules, that's one thousand Contribution Points per beast, totaling two thousand points."

"As for Yan Hong..."

Yan Xiu tapped his fingers on the table.

"This scoundrel is a notorious Class A wanted criminal on the Demon Suppression List, with a bounty of up to six thousand Contribution Points."

"Adding both together, that's a total of eight thousand Contribution Points."

He injected a stream of True Qi into the token, and another token on Shen Che's waist vibrated slightly.

A warm current flowed in.

Eight thousand points!

Shen Che's heart involuntarily beat faster.

This was a huge profit.

With this fortune, let alone opening the remaining seven True Meridians, he could even clear out a portion of the entire treasure pavilion.

"Your strength has already surpassed the scope of ordinary True Meridian Realm cultivators."

Yan Xiu's voice pulled him back from his elation.

"Keep up the good work. The Demon Suppression Division will not mistreat any meritorious official."

Shen Che composed himself, cupped his fist in a salute to Yan Xiu, and then turned to leave.

He didn't waste a single extra word.

With the merits secured, the next step was to convert them into tangible combat power.

The Treasure Pavilion.

The steward in charge was an old man with white hair.

When Shen Che presented his Demon Suppressing Token and stated the number of Meridian Opening Pills he wished to exchange, the old steward's eyelids flickered.

"Eighty bottles of Meridian Opening Pills? Young man, are you sure you're not mistaken?"

One bottle of Meridian Opening Pill cost one hundred Contribution Points.

Eighty bottles meant eight thousand points.

This was almost the entire savings of a seasoned Demon Queller Envoy accumulated over several years.

"I'm sure."

Shen Che's reply was crisp and decisive.

The old steward said no more, took the token, deducted eight thousand Contribution Points, and then retrieved a large wooden box from the medicine shelf behind him.

"It's all in there. Count it yourself."

Shen Che opened the wooden box, and a rich medicinal aroma wafted out.

He didn't count the bottles and directly carried the box back to his independent residence within the Demon Suppression Division.

Closing the door, he placed the wooden box on the table but didn't rush to take the pills.

He still had 1500 Time Value points.

He focused his mind, and his status panel appeared.

Tiger Roar Golden Bell Shield had reached perfection. To improve it further, he needed to find a higher-level technique.

His attention fell on another core body-hardening technique.

Iron Shirt.

This technique shared the same origin as the Golden Bell Shield, primarily training the body's muscles and bones, making it exceptionally powerful.

"System, modify the cultivation time for Iron Shirt."

[Iron Shirt has met the breakthrough conditions. Upgrading to the twelfth layer requires 3000 Time Value points. Do you wish to proceed?]

Upgrade.

The command was issued.

A surge of heat, more violent than any before, erupted from the depths of his dantian.

The golden True Qi within his body was like molten iron thrown into a steelmaking furnace, being hammered and refined over and over.

Its original golden hue gradually took on a layer of crimson.

The black martial arts uniform he wore billowed as if caught in a wind, swelling up forcefully. Its surface shimmered with a dark red metallic luster, resembling a form-fitting battle armor.

Roar--

A dragon's roar that could split clouds and shatter stones erupted, not from his mouth, but from every pore of his body.

This sound, unlike the majestic dominance of a tiger's roar, carried a sharpness and intensity that tore through everything.

[Cultivation Technique Evolution Successful. Core Ability Unlocked: Dragon's Roar Armor Pierce.]

[Fist energy now carries Dragon's Roar, capable of unsettling enemy minds; True Qi transforms into armor, invincible.]

It's done.

Dragon's Roar Iron Shirt!

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