Destroy the Concentric Society

Destroy the Concentric Society

Inside the inn, Lin Le closed his eyes and entered the inner landscape of his Inner Vision Divine Ability. Including the lotus seeds, his merit had surged to 312 points, while the lotus root had grown to eight sections.

He first digested the lotus root. The eight sections of lotus root dissipated into crimson threads.

At the same time, blazing heat rose from Lin Le's spine.

Only after a long while did the heat subside.

When 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 beside the Sun Moon Spirit Nectar.

He looked at the black liquid.

Top-grade Yin Qi, refined from low-grade Yin Qi.

Lin Le rubbed his chin, finding it somewhat strange. Why could Yin Qi be refined, while the Yang Qi within his body could not?

Was it because one was external, while the other was internal?

Lin Le shook his head and stopped dwelling on it. He would keep it for now and wait until his sea of qi overflowed.

At last, Lin Le used a lotus seed.

With one thought, a year passed. Using the Crimson Dragon Blood Scripture as a template, Lin Le began creating his own martial art.

When his consciousness returned to reality, Lin Le pondered briefly before using another lotus seed. This time, it was for enlightenment.

In his enlightened state, Lin Le's thoughts raced as he solved the problems he had encountered during that year within a thought.

Then came another year within a thought, where he tested his ideas.

Afterward, he returned to himself and entered enlightenment again, solving more problems.

Repeating this cycle, all the martial arts provided by the great snake and the more than one hundred martial arts Lin Le had gathered became nourishment for him.

When only three lotus seeds remained, Lin Le stopped using them. Weariness filled his eyes, but so did delight. He had succeeded!

Thirteen Revolutions of Fighting Heaven

That was the name Lin Le had given his martial art. One revolution, one form, for a total of thirteen forms.

Crimson Dragon Marrow, Coiling Dragon Tendons, Alligator Dragon Skin, Shark Bones, 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 out to the blacksmith shop, paid the remaining deposit, and received his Tiger Bone Spear, which weighed roughly a hundred jin.

Lin Le weighed it in his hand, but it felt somewhat light.

By his rough estimate, his pure physical strength had already risen to 5,600 jin under the stimulation of his Blood Qi.

With an eruption of Blood Qi layered with martial techniques, he could reach twenty or thirty thousand jin.

Inside the inn, Lin Le consumed Blood Essence Treasure Liquid and began tempering his Bone Structure.

Over the following days, aside from returning to his Household at night, Lin Le remained in the inn, tempering his Bone Structure.

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

His Blood Qi circulated, dense and solid beyond compare, coiling around Lin Le like a long dragon.

Over those three days, Lin Le not only completed the tempering of his Bone Structure, but also used up all the gains from raiding households and exterminating families.

Lin Le could sense that he only needed one opportunity to break through into the Blood Qi Furnace.

As for that opportunity?

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

Naturally, he would take it from someone else's life.

Concentric Society headquarters

Over the past three days, Lin Le had been able to cultivate in peace, but the Concentric Society had been suffering in anxious misery. They had no idea when Lin Le might come knocking to kill them.

When facing a powerful enemy lurking in the shadows, the weak naturally had to huddle together for warmth if they wanted a chance at survival.

Thus, the society members traveled in pairs, terrified that some hulking man might suddenly leap out from nowhere and smash their heads apart with one palm.

They had seen the miserable state of the three hall masters' households. Put simply, regardless of age or gender, not a single head had remained intact.

The remaining two hall masters grew more irritable by the day. The enemy who had slaughtered their wives, children, and elders was outside, while they remained at headquarters like useless cowards, too afraid to go out.

That would have been an enormous humiliation for any man.

So whenever anything displeased them even slightly, they cursed and beat people. They had beaten several society members to death, further intensifying the restless atmosphere within the stronghold.

Today, while the two hall masters were drinking in gloomy silence, they suddenly heard shouts of fighting and killing from the front courtyard.

The two exchanged glances, immediately grabbed their respective weapons, and rushed toward the front courtyard.

By then, the front courtyard had already become a river of blood. With every thrust of Lin Le's spear, another Concentric Society member died.

By the time the two hall masters arrived, no society members remained standing.

Looking at the man standing amid corpses and blood, Hall Master Lin and Hall Master Zhao both felt a chill. Especially because the man wore a smile, as though he were enjoying the slaughter.

"Who are you?!" Hall Master Lin roared. "Why did you slaughter my entire Household and massacre my society members?!"

Lin Le merely leveled his spear. "Come."

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

Hall Master Zhao followed close behind, bringing his saber down at Lin Le.

Bang! Bang!

With one swing of his spear, Lin Le smashed Hall Master Lin's head apart. Then he swept the spear sideways, and the blade sheared off half of Hall Master Zhao's head.

So weak.

Lin Le could not help thinking this. A total of eight points of killing karma had entered his inner landscape, meaning both men were third-limit Martial Masters. Yet together, they could not even withstand a single strike from him.

I'm too strong.

Understanding rose in Lin Le's heart. Thirteen Revolutions of Fighting Heaven integrated his entire body into one. In the past, his hands, feet, legs, and arms had each possessed their own strengths, and he could only bring part of them into play at once.

Now, however, all thirteen forms could erupt in concentrated force through a single part of his body.

Hall Master Zhao and Hall Master Lin possessed, at most, two or three forms. Their Blood Qi Like a Dragon had not even reached completion, and the difference in their foundations was dozens of times over.

It was only natural that they had been instantly killed.

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

Liao Dong emerged with a gloomy expression, carrying a longsword. "Which Household are you from?"

"The Xiang Household," Lin Le said.

"Bullshit!" Liao Dong snapped. "I work for the Xiang Household. Why would the Xiang Household kill me?!"

"Perhaps this old dog becoming a cultivator has made them somewhat uneasy." Lin Le shrugged, looking utterly casual.

"Nothing but nonsense!" Liao Dong snorted. "I only just became a First Layer cultivator. The Xiang Household Head is already at the Ninth Layer. Why would he feel uneasy?"

"First Layer. Just as I expected." Lin Le nodded slightly.

All three hall masters had advanced to third-limit Martial Masters. As the society president, how could Liao Dong possibly have made no progress? Given what Lin Le knew—that Liao Dong was in his forties or fifties—he had likely stumbled into becoming a First Layer cultivator.

Now, that information had been confirmed.

Lin Le leveled his spear, a bloodthirsty smile appearing on his face. A First Layer cultivator—then let him test one.

Liao Dong narrowed his eyes. "You were trying to pry information out of me!"

Lin Le answered only with a roar that seized the heart and soul:

"Ha!"

For an instant, Lin Le's thunderous shout stole Liao Dong's wits.

By the time he came to his senses, an iron spear was already cleaving down at him, splitting the air over his head.

"Seeking death!"

Liao Dong roared and swept his sword upward.

Clang! Bang!

The first sound was spear and sword colliding. The second was Liao Dong dropping to one knee.

Liao Dong's face twisted savagely. Both hands gripped his sword as he desperately resisted the spear that was gradually pressing down.

Lin Le's strength exceeded anything he had imagined. He had entered the spirit platform, and his physical strength amounted to a full 8,000 jin. With true qi reinforcement, he could withstand twenty or thirty thousand jin.

But what about Lin Le? He was clearly only a third-limit Martial Master, yet despite Blood Qi being inferior to true qi, his strength still held the upper hand.

"You're so weak."

At that moment, Lin Le's slightly disappointed voice reached his ears.

Liao Dong's expression became even more savage. I'm weak? You're the freak here!

Suddenly, he felt the pressure on his hands lighten. Lin Le had withdrawn his spear—then brought it down again.

This time, a blood dragon coiled around the spear.

Thirteen Revolutions of Fighting Heaven contained the three methods of striking, nurturing, and tempering. As its creator, Lin Le had naturally cultivated them all to great completion. His Limit-Breaking Technique had also undergone another sublimation atop White Ape Cleaves the Sun.

First Style of Fighting Heaven, Sunset!

Bang!

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