Destroying the Concentric Society

Chapter 32: Exterminating the Concentric Society

Inside the inn, Lin Le closed his eyes, observing his Inner Scenery with his Inner Vision Divine Ability. Including the lotus seed, his merit surged to 312 points, and the lotus root grew to eight sections.

First, he digested the lotus root. The eight sections of lotus root dissipated, transforming into red threads.

At the same time, Lin Le's spine began to radiate intense heat.

After a while, the heat subsided.

He looked at the lotus leaf again. Besides the Spirit Calming Sweet Dew, Sun Moon Spirit Nectar, and Blood Essence Treasure Liquid, another drop of black liquid had appeared next to the Sun Moon Spirit Nectar.

He looked at the black liquid:

Supreme Grade Yin Qi, refined from lower-grade Yin Qi.

Lin Le stroked his chin, finding it somewhat strange. Why could Yin Qi be refined, but his own Yang Qi couldn't?

'Is it because one is an external object and the other is internal?'

Lin Le shook his head, not dwelling on it further. He decided to keep it for now, waiting until his Qi Sea was full.

Finally, Lin Le used the lotus seed.

With "one thought, one year," Lin Le began to create his own martial art, using the Crimson Dragon Blood Scripture as a template.

His consciousness returned to reality. After a moment of thought, Lin Le used another lotus seed, this time for an epiphany.

In the state of epiphany, Lin Le's thoughts raced, solving the problems encountered during the "one thought, one year" process.

Then, he entered "one thought, one year" again, experimenting with his ideas.

After returning to his senses, he would have another epiphany to solve the difficulties.

This cycle repeated. The martial arts provided by the Great Serpent, along with the hundreds of martial arts Lin Le had collected himself, all became nourishment.

After consuming them until only three lotus seeds remained, Lin Le stopped using them. His eyes showed a mixture of fatigue and joy. He had succeeded!

Thirteen Revolutions of Fighting Heaven

This was the name Lin Le gave to his martial art. Each revolution had a distinct form, totaling thirteen forms.

Crimson Dragon Marrow, coiled dragon sinew, Alligator Dragon Skin, shark bone, Sky Bull Beef, Phoenix Cry Cavity, Viper Belly, Evil Flood Dragon Back, Carp Waist, White Ape Arm, Eagle Claw Hand, Mantis Leg, and Mysterious Tiger Step.

He went to the blacksmith shop and paid the remaining deposit, after which Lin Le received his Tiger Bone Spear, weighing approximately a hundred catties.

Lin Le hefted it, feeling it was lighter than expected.

By his rough estimation, his pure Strength, stimulated by his Blood Qi, had already reached five thousand six hundred catties.

With the surge of Blood Qi combined with martial techniques, he could reach twenty to thirty thousand catties.

Back in the inn, Lin Le consumed Blood Essence Treasure Liquid and began to refine his Bone Structure.

For the next few days, Lin Le only returned home at night. The rest of his time was spent in the inn, refining his Bone Structure.

Three days later, a phoenix cry echoed from Lin Le's chest, and his Blood Qi surged once more.

His Blood Qi circulated, solidifying into an extremely dense form, spinning around Lin Le like a long dragon.

During these three days, Lin Le not only completed the refinement of his Bone Structure but also consumed all the spoils from his house-clearing and extermination.

Lin Le could feel that he was only one step away from breaking through to the Blood Qi Furnace.

As for the breakthrough?

Lin Le picked up the Tiger Bone Spear beside him, a smile devoid of warmth appearing on his face.

Of course, it would be taken from someone else's life.

Concentric Society Headquarters

For these three days, Lin Le had been able to cultivate peacefully, but the Concentric Society was filled with pain and anxiety, as they didn't know when Lin Le would come to attack.

Facing the hidden threat, the weak naturally sought warmth in numbers for a chance to survive.

Therefore, the members went out in pairs, fearing that a strong man might suddenly appear and shatter their heads with a single palm strike.

They had seen the tragic state of the three hall masters' homes. To put it simply, none of the men, women, old, or young had intact heads.

The remaining two hall masters grew increasingly irritable. The enemy who had killed their wives, children, and families was outside, yet they were like useless cowards, confined to their headquarters, afraid to go out.

This would be a great humiliation for any man.

Thus, whenever something didn't go their way, they would shout and curse, beating several members to death. This further intensified the agitated atmosphere in the stronghold.

Today, as the two hall masters were drowning their sorrows with wine, they suddenly heard shouts of fighting and killing from the front courtyard.

The two exchanged glances and immediately grabbed their weapons, rushing towards the front courtyard.

By this time, the front courtyard was already a river of blood. With every spear thrust from Lin Le, a member of the Concentric Society died.

When the two hall masters arrived, there were no members left standing.

Looking at the man standing amidst the blood-soaked corpses, Hall Master Lin and Hall Master Zhao felt a chill. Especially since the man was smiling, as if he truly enjoyed the slaughter.

"Who are you?!" Hall Master Lin roared. "Why did you kill my entire family and massacre my members!"

Lin Le merely shifted his spear and said, "Come."

"Charge!" Hall Master Lin roared, thrusting his sword at Lin Le.

Hall Master Zhao followed closely, cleaving at Lin Le with his saber.

Bang! Bang!

Lin Le swung his spear down, shattering Hall Master Lin's head, then swept it across, slicing off half of Hall Master Zhao's head.

'So weak.'

Lin Le thought inwardly. A total of eight points of killing karma entered his Inner Scenery, meaning both of them were third-limit Martial Masters. Yet, together, they couldn't even withstand a single strike from him.

'I'm just too strong.'

A realization dawned on Lin Le. The Thirteen Revolutions of Fighting Heaven had unified his entire body. Before, his hands, feet, legs, and arms each had their own strengths, and he could only utilize a portion of them when fighting.

Now, all thirteen forms could erupt within a single part of his body.

Hall Master Zhao and Hall Master Lin were, at best, only proficient in two or three forms, and their Blood Qi Like a Dragon hadn't even reached Perfection. Their foundations were tens of times weaker than his.

Being instantly killed was normal.

"Come out, President Liao Dong." Lin Le called out.

Liao Dong emerged with a grim expression, holding a long sword. "Who do you belong to?"

"The Xiang Family," Lin Le replied.

"You're spouting nonsense!" Liao Dong said angrily. "I work for the Xiang Family. Why would the Xiang Family kill me!"

"Perhaps your ascension to a Cultivator has made them uneasy," Lin Le shrugged, his tone casual.

"Utter rubbish!" Liao Dong scoffed. "I've only just reached the First Layer. The Xiang Family Head is already at the Ninth Layer. Why would they be uneasy?"

"First Layer, just as I suspected," Lin Le nodded slightly.

With all three Hall Masters having advanced to third-limit Martial Masters, it was impossible for the President to have made no progress. Considering Liao Dong was in his forties or fifties, he must have luckily broken through to become a First Layer Cultivator.

This information was now confirmed.

Lin Le held his spear horizontally, a bloodthirsty smile on his face. First Layer, let's give it a try.

Liao Dong narrowed his eyes. "You were trying to trick me!"

The only response he received was Lin Le's soul-stirring roar:

"Hah!"

Liao Dong's mind was momentarily captured by Lin Le's shout.

By the time he recovered, an iron spear was already cleaving down towards his head.

"You're asking for death!"

Liao Dong roared and parried with his sword.

Clang! Bang!

The first sound was the collision of spear and sword, the second was Liao Dong kneeling on one knee.

At this moment, Liao Dong's face was contorted in ferocity, his hands gripping his sword, desperately resisting the descending spear.

Lin Le's strength was beyond his imagination. He had already entered the Spiritual Platform, possessing Strength of 8,000 jin. With True Qi amplification, he could withstand 20,000 to 30,000 jin.

But Lin Le, despite being only a third-limit Martial Master, and with his Blood Qi being inferior to True Qi, actually held the upper hand in strength.

"You... are so weak."

At this moment, Lin Le's voice, tinged with disappointment, reached his ears.

Liao Dong's face contorted further in rage. I'm weak? You're the freak, okay?

Suddenly, he felt his hands lighten. He saw Lin Le withdraw his spear, only to bring it down again.

This time, a Blood Dragon coiled around the spear.

The Thirteen Revolutions of Fighting Heaven encompassed all three methods: Strike, Nourish, and Train. As its creator, Lin Le had naturally cultivated them to the Grand Perfection realm, and his Limit-Breaking Technique had been further refined from White Ape Cleaves the Sun.

The First Style of Fighting Heaven, Setting Sun!

Bang!

His head exploded, and Liao Dong's corpse slowly fell to the ground.