Immortal Methods vs. True Energy

"That's not right..."

Linghu Yang indifferently raised his palm, as if he were about to sentence Zhang Junming to death in the next moment.

But his eyebrows suddenly twitched: "You're too weak, definitely no match for Chunyu... Who else is helping you?"

As expected... this person isn't stupid either. It's my turn to appear.

Fang Xi thought about it, then turned and ran!

How sharp were the senses of a True Energy martial artist?

The moment Fang Xi moved, Linghu Yang noticed something amiss and chased after him: "Finally, you show yourself... the real big rat!"

Fang Xi didn't stop.

His figure was like a snake slithering into the grass as he passed through the Yuan He Demonuntain gate and quickly disappeared into an alley.

After many twists and turns, he arrived at a deserted area.

In front of a dilapidated earthen wall, Linghu Yang stood with his hands behind his back, calmly looking at him: "Your running speed is extremely fast, your legwork is like a snake... you must be a true disciple of Red Snake Leg? No... your True Force and Qi and Blood are far more powerful than that trash Lu She, you must have practiced multiple martial arts... A pity, you're crippled!"

In his opinion, practicing third-rate martial arts was ruining one's future!

"Enough nonsense!"

Fang Xi rubbed his palms together, and they instantly turned pitch black.

He moved, his back bending like a coiled python, then he suddenly leaped out, striking out with consecutive palm blows.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Terrifying palm winds swept out, even containing potent poison!

"White Cloud Palm at the Black Cloud level?"

Linghu Yang watched this scene and instead smiled: "Once you reach True Energy, you'll understand... that so-called poison techniques are nothing beneath True Energy..."

He also brought out both palms, moving like thunder.

Bang! Bang!

The four palms continuously clashed, True Force and True Energy intertwining...

Fang Xi immediately discovered that the poison in his palm strikes had no effect on Linghu Yang when it entered his body.

Not only that, but the opponent's True Energy struck like a torrential rain, seemingly inescapable.

His own True Force and Qi and Blood were routed in a short period!

"What a pity..."

Even during the fierce exchange, Linghu Yang could still speak: "Your Qi and Blood are even more robust than mine was when I was a martial artist, perhaps you have extraordinary talent, but practicing third-rate martial arts means you'll never compare to me!"

As he finished speaking, Linghu Yang's speed suddenly surged!

Yuan He Demonuntain's secret art—Thunderclap Step!

He appeared beside Fang Xi, his palm like a divine weapon, reaching for Fang Xi's waist.

At this moment, even though Fang Xi noticed, he had already lost the initiative, his fingers still a foot away from the opponent's palm!

Poof!

A miraculous scene unfolded!

Linghu Yang seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, retreating rapidly.

"This is..."

He raised his hand and looked at his palm, seeing a distinct red mark on it, almost bleeding.

"This is my secret art—Innate Formless Sword Qi!"

Fang Xi answered loudly, while inwardly complaining: As expected of a body cultivator equivalent to the middle stage of Qi Refining, this physique is quite impressive. My Spirit Farmer Weed Removal technique almost couldn't break through his defense...

Linghu Yang was silent for a long time, then suddenly sneered: "You're lying to me! Do you think you're a True Gang Martial Saint, capable of projecting your True Gang to injure others? If you were a Grandmaster, I would have died already..."

"That's true!"

Fang Xi nodded, confirming again that there were no other living people around: "Then... it's time for me to go all out!"

"All out?"

Linghu Yang was somewhat confused.

After all, during their brief exchange, he had already confirmed that the opponent was only at the True Force martial artist level.

Perhaps outstanding within this level, even surpassing sect true disciples, but definitely not his opponent!

In a fight to the death, one couldn't conceal their strength!

However, the next moment, he saw Fang Xi opposite him, like a charlatan, take out a yellow Talisman, and then... tear it?!

Tear!

Suddenly, a terrifying chill descended.

Linghu Yang's face was filled with shock. Just as he thought to dodge, he found that his legs were inexplicably covered in a layer of ice, firmly stuck to the ground.

"Take this palm strike!"

Fang Xi shouted, unleashing a full-power palm.

Linghu Yang circled his hands, focusing on defense. Suddenly, his martial artist's intuition sensed immense danger. A bone-tearing sound emanated from his neck as he violently turned his head.

Screech!

A dark light shot from behind him, narrowly missing a vital spot but leaving a massive gash on his shoulder.

"This... this is..."

Linghu Yang paid it no mind, staring at the Green Grain Sword hovering beside Fang Xi with utter shock. "This... how is this possible?"

In this world, martial artists couldn't cultivate immortality.

To everyone, immortals were merely characters in stories and scripts.

Yet now, he seemed to be looking at a true "Sword Immortal"!

Linghu Yang's expression turned fanatical. "You and I have no enmity. You came for me, likely to leave the city... I have a way, I can teach you. We can leave together. Just tell me what's going on!"

"Leave the city?"

Fang Xi chuckled.

From a normal person's perspective, it was easy to connect Linghu Yang's announcement about leaving the city with the subsequent attack on Yuan He Demonuntain.

"No... I'm only here for your martial arts," he shook his head.

"If you teach me your sword control method, I'll hand over the Yuan He Five Thunder Hands!"

Linghu Yang answered without hesitation.

This was a truly ruthless individual, discarding any thought of his sect or secret techniques for greater gain.

"No need, I'll naturally obtain the information I want."

Fang Xi looked at Linghu Yang, his brow suddenly furrowing. "Your wound... it's healing too quickly."

Linghu Yang fell silent, then casually tore open his robe.

On his bare chest, tadpole-like black runes were encircling the wound, like a seal.

Within the dark rune seal, the gash on his shoulder was rapidly healing.

"Cursed Person?"

Fang Xi frowned. "No... you can actually utilize Yao Demon Curse Power slightly?"

"Yao Demon Curse Power... it's a power beyond martial arts, difficult for mortals to control, unless using the vital blood of many martial artists to suppress it temporarily. This is also a secret art of my Yuan He Demonuntain!"

Linghu Yang produced a small bottle and drank all the brown vital blood within, a touch more redness appearing on his face. "This is the way to leave the city... The Yao Demon Tree only blocks ordinary people, it won't deliberately stop its own kind... As long as we transform into conscious Yao Demon, we can naturally escape!"

"So you've been capturing martial artists in large numbers to refine vital blood? To suppress the Curse Power within you?" Fang Xi slipped his left hand into his sleeve, secretly gripping something. "What about Qiao Wuchang, who ambushed me?"

"He's dead... After all, there's been too little vital blood recently. I can feel the Demon Tree gradually eroding my consciousness..." Linghu Yang smiled. "How about it? Haven't I avenged you? Can this be the basis for our cooperation?"

"You truly are colder-blooded than I am! And more unscrupulous!" Fang Xi's expression returned to calm. "Unfortunately, I made a vow when I came to this world to fight the most ruthless person, and you are quite suitable!"

"That's a pity!"

The curse seals on Linghu Yang's chest rapidly spread, soon covering his entire body.

Suddenly!

The ground behind Fang Xi exploded, roots erupting like spear tips, dense and piercing!

This was Linghu Yang's ability after transforming into a half-Yao Demon!

An ordinary True Energy martial artist might have suffered greatly if caught off guard!

But Fang Xi had been guarding against Linghu Yang all along!

Clang clang clang!

The earth-piercing spear array stabbed towards Fang Xi's back, tearing his clothes before being firmly blocked by a layer of golden light, unable to advance further!

In Fang Xi's hand, a Talisman was rapidly being consumed.

--Golden Light Shield Talisman!

"You always exceed my expectations!" Linghu Yang mused, looking at the golden light.

Fang Xi, however, pointed his finger.

Whoosh!

The Green Rice Sword transformed into a green light, slashing out like a silken ribbon.

"Secret Skill: Five Thunder Extremes!"

Linghu Yang roared, sparks seemingly igniting between his hands. In a flash, they converged, surprisingly catching the sword's edge!

A terrifying surge of True Energy erupted, causing the Green He Sword to emit mournful cries.

Damn it, body cultivators are such a hassle!

Fang Xi could see that the Green Grain Sword had torn through Linghu Yang's flesh, but it was firmly lodged by his bones, unable to advance further.

The opponent's True Energy even formed rings of threads, like a silkworm cocoon, to sever the connection between himself and the Green Grain Sword.

If this person were born in the Southern Barrens Cultivation World, they might actually forge a successful career!

Watching this scene, Fang Xi felt a pang of emotion but became even more determined to kill.

He flicked his right hand, and another talisman, his trump card, appeared.

The surface of this talisman actually emitted wisps of electric sparks, flowing like lightning.

As soon as it appeared, it carried a terrifying aura.

Tier 1 Mid-grade—Minor Lightning Talisman!

"Go!"

Fang Xi infused Magical Power into the talisman, commanding Linghu Yang.

BOOM!

Thunderclap from nowhere!

A streak of azure lightning appeared, carrying terrifying power, and instantly struck Linghu Yang, leaving him completely scorched black and letting out a scream. He had clearly suffered extremely severe injuries.

"The Minor Lightning Talisman is not only a Tier 1 Mid-grade talisman, but it's also lightning-attributed, possibly having a special bonus against Yao Demon!"

Seeing this, Fang Xi mused, his movements swift: "Go!"

Freed from restraint, the Green Grain Sword moved back and forth, instantly severing Linghu Yang's hands and feet.

"Ah!"

He screamed and completely fainted.

Fang Xi went over and saw that at the wound site, wisps of flesh and blood were still emerging. Black tadpole-like runes were tenaciously healing the injuries, maintaining a sliver of his life!

"This Yao Demon's Curse Power is truly remarkable."

After a sigh, Fang Xi grabbed Linghu Yang, who had been reduced to a human log, and vanished.

He needed to find a safe place to slowly torture Linghu Yang with the "Soul Bewilderment Technique."

This person had become insane in order to survive and leave the city, even attacking their own side's martial artists.

Fang Xi would not have any psychological burden no matter how he dealt with him.