"Fierce Blade" Zhao Qilei!

Night fell, and Lu Changsheng was tempering his internal organs in his room.

"Lin."

As Lu Changsheng performed the Nine-Character Thunder Sound Secret Method, his entire body vibrated.

The medicinal cuisine he had just consumed had already transformed into a warm current. Driven by the vibrations of the Nine-Character Thunder Sound Secret Method, it flowed into his five viscera and six bowels, nourishing all his internal organs.

Suddenly, a line of small text appeared before Lu Changsheng's eyes.

"Heavenly Water Organ Refining Technique perfected. Comprehension increased by 5."

Lu Changsheng's heart stirred, and he immediately summoned the Attribute Panel.

Host: Lu Changsheng

Comprehension: 551 (Potential Dragon in the Abyss)

Silk Sword: Major Accomplishment

Heavenly Water Organ Refining Technique: Fifth Layer perfected

Nine-Character Thunder Sound Secret Method: Perfected (Incomplete)

On the Attribute Panel, the Heavenly Water Organ Refining Technique had already reached perfection.

This was the second Organ Refining Martial Art Lu Changsheng had cultivated, and it was merely an ordinary fifth-rank martial art.

At present, Lu Changsheng still had one final Organ Refining Martial Art left.

Although all three martial arts were merely ordinary Organ Refining Martial Arts, after this period of continuously tempering his internal organs, coupled with the miraculous secret method of the Nine-Character Thunder Sound Secret Method—

Lu Changsheng's five viscera and six bowels had actually become exceedingly tough.

In terms of resilience, they had already surpassed those of many Organ Refining martial artists.

However, Lu Changsheng felt that it was still not enough.

He could sense that his internal organs could continue improving. They were far from their limit.

Of course, there was no upper limit to tempering one's internal organs.

Nor did Lu Changsheng necessarily have to reach the limit.

But as long as the tempering of his internal organs did not encounter an obvious bottleneck, he would continue tempering them.

Only when he reached a bottleneck, when further tempering held little meaning, would he attempt to break through the Life and Death Profound Gate and advance to the Divine Strength Realm!

"Advancing to the Divine Strength Realm isn't urgent."

"Besides, apart from the Divine Strength Chapter of the Myriad Poison Scripture, I don't have any other Divine Strength Realm martial arts."

"I should consider finding a Divine Strength Realm martial art, just in case."

Lu Changsheng murmured softly.

The third Organ Refining Martial Art was called the Spring Wind Transforming Rain Organ Refining Technique.

Its name was far from ordinary, and it also had six layers. It was slightly stronger than the other two Organ Refining Martial Arts.

Lu Changsheng estimated that once he cultivated this Organ Refining Technique to perfection, his internal organs would likely be tempered enough for him to break through to the Divine Strength Realm.

Then he would have to prepare a Divine Strength Realm martial art in advance.

Without a Divine Strength Realm martial art to guide the breakthrough, breaking through the Life and Death Profound Gate would be extremely difficult.

Lu Changsheng extended his hand.

A faint wisp of blood qi emerged in his palm.

The blood qi was like silkworm silk, hovering in his hand, seemingly carrying a faint sharpness like that of a keen sword.

"Silk Sword!"

"After all, it's a Martial Skill I created myself. I understood its true essence long ago, so reaching Major Accomplishment in one month was a fairly ordinary pace."

"Although it hasn't reached perfection yet, the Silk Sword at Major Accomplishment is already quite formidable."

"Blood qi transforms into silkworm silk; silkworm silk becomes a sword..."

Lu Changsheng lightly waved his hand.

Whoosh.

That wisp of blood qi instantly transformed into dozens of silken threads, actually piercing through the table beside him.

Such power was already terrifying.

Who would have thought that once soft blood qi was released outward, it could become so fearsome?

Lu Changsheng did not know exactly what rank of Martial Skill the Silk Sword was.

Previously, he had thought it might be a sixth-rank or seventh-rank Martial Skill.

But now, seeing the terrifying power of the Silk Sword when fueled by blood qi, he vaguely felt that the Silk Sword was likely more than a mere sixth-rank or seventh-rank Martial Skill.

The Silk Sword would probably reach perfection within the next few days.

At most, it would be perfected in half a month.

By then, the Silk Sword's power would rise to yet another level!

"At present, all I lack is a Divine Strength Realm martial art..."

Lu Changsheng pondered it. Divine Strength Realm martial arts were anything but ordinary.

Where could he find a Divine Strength Realm martial art?

Miraculous Garden had never produced a Divine Strength Realm martial artist. It most likely had no Divine Strength Realm martial arts.

The Blood Fiend Sect?

That was possible.

But the Blood Fiend Sect's origins were unknown. Lu Changsheng did not know their true background, so he could not act rashly.

As for the Divine Strength Chapter in the Myriad Poison Scripture, Lu Changsheng could not cultivate it.

Suddenly, a figure surfaced involuntarily in Lu Changsheng's mind.

Li Hongzhuang!

Lu Changsheng thought of Li Hongzhuang.

He had obtained Bone Forging Realm and Organ Refining Realm martial arts from Li Hongzhuang.

Perhaps, maybe, possibly, Li Hongzhuang also had Divine Strength Realm martial arts?

Previously, Li Hongzhuang had vanished without a trace and seemed to have left Nanyang Prefecture. Even if Lu Changsheng wanted to find her, he could not.

But during the day today, Lu Changsheng had seen Li Hongzhuang, which meant she had returned to Nanyang Prefecture.

With that thought, Lu Changsheng quickly changed into another set of clothes.

Still dressed in black with his face covered and a short sword in hand, he then pushed open the door and swiftly vanished into the night.

Drops of crimson blood dripped from the blade onto the ground.

Li Hongzhuang's face was filled with killing intent.

The ground around her was littered with corpses.

"The Zhao Clan really is like a lingering ghost!"

"I was discovered the moment I returned to Nanyang City."

"But I am no longer who I once was. I am now an Organ Refining martial artist. Even with a slight injury, I'm not someone the Zhao Clan's lackeys can deal with!"

Li Hongzhuang panted heavily.

She had suffered a minor injury, gone to see a physician, and returned to this courtyard with medicine.

She had thought it was safe, but the Zhao Clan's people had unexpectedly tracked her down.

Then came a fierce battle.

The Zhao Clan had clearly underestimated her and had sent only some Bone Forging martial artists.

As a result, she had killed them all.

Li Hongzhuang was just about to leave.

But the moment she stepped out of the gate, she saw a burly figure slowly emerge from the corner outside.

He was a saber wielder holding a sheathed saber.

He was powerfully built, and a cold, murderous aura radiated from his body.

As he stepped out from the corner, he was like a treasured saber drawn from its sheath. Even in the night, he was incomparably dazzling, impossible to ignore.

When Li Hongzhuang saw that figure, her pupils contracted slightly, and her expression changed instantly.

She stared fixedly at the figure before her. "One of the Seven Sons of the Zhao Clan, 'Fierce Blade' Zhao Qilei!"

Li Hongzhuang's entire body immediately tensed.

Having spent so many years in Nanyang Prefecture, she naturally knew what kind of person Zhao Qilei was.

The Seven Sons of the Zhao Clan were the Zhao Clan's seven Organ Refining martial artists.

And "Fierce Blade" Zhao Qilei was undoubtedly the strongest among the Seven Sons of the Zhao Clan.

He could be called the ceiling of the Zhao Clan's combat strength, a top-tier Organ Refining martial artist!

Li Hongzhuang had never imagined that the moment she revealed herself, the Zhao Clan would actually send Zhao Qilei after her.

"What have I done to deserve the intervention of the great 'Fierce Blade'?"

Li Hongzhuang's tone remained cold and stern.

Zhao Qilei looked over the corpses strewn across the ground, then turned his gaze toward Li Hongzhuang and said calmly, "Last time, the Zhao Clan lost several men. I personally examined their wounds."

"Those wounds were caused by a dagger or a sharp sword. Every strike was fatal, and it took very little time. It should have been a fast sword."

"But your swordsmanship just now was not fast enough."

"Tell me, who killed the Zhao Clan's people back then?"

Li Hongzhuang's gaze narrowed slightly.

Zhao Qilei did not seem to have come specifically to deal with her.

Instead, he was interested in the person who had killed the Zhao Clan martial artists last time.

Or rather, he was interested in that person's swordsmanship.

But Li Hongzhuang knew very well that the person who had acted last time had not used a sword, but a dagger.

Still, the speed had indeed been extremely fast.

Even though she was now an Organ Refining martial artist, whenever she recalled the speed at which the Black-Clad Man had struck back then, her heart trembled.

"Zhao Qilei, enough nonsense."

"Zhao Ruoxiao was killed by me. The Zhao Clan's people last time were also killed by me. The Zhao Clan lackeys lying on the ground now were still killed by me."

"Today, I want to see just how fast the saber of the great 'Fierce Blade' truly is!"

"Fierce Blade" Zhao Qilei was also famed for his fast saber.

Zhao Qilei stared at Li Hongzhuang, then shook his head. "Although Ruoxiao was an ignorant, wastrel dandy, he was the Zhao Clan heir. You should not have killed him. Since you did, you must pay with your life."

"In your injured state, you are no match for me."

"Even at your peak, you would not be able to block my saber."

"However, since you wish to witness my saber, then as you wish!"

The moment Zhao Qilei finished speaking—

Clang.

The saber left its sheath.

Li Hongzhuang felt as though her entire body were being pricked by needles, while a frantic warning surged within her heart.

This saber strike was fast!

So fast that she could not even see the saber's shadow. It seemed the blade was already about to slice open her skin.

At that moment, although she still gripped her sword, even swinging it had become a distant hope!