Golden Bones Are Really Hard to Kill

The Divine Capital at dusk, the setting sun like blood.

By the time Fang Mo returned to his small, single-courtyard house in Wannian County, the sky had completely darkened.

He pushed open the wooden gate. The leaves of the old locust tree in the yard had fallen, making it look a bit bleak. But his heart was burning with excitement.

Fang Mo closed the dilapidated courtyard door, slid the bolt shut, and carefully checked his surroundings to ensure he wasn't being followed. Then, he quickly went inside.

He lit the oil lamp.

The dim yellow light dispelled the darkness.

"Let me see what kind of quality this evolved talent has."

He sank his consciousness into his body.

Under his internal gaze, the skeleton that was originally pure silver-white had undergone a drastic change.

Countless thread-like golden lines, like living things, weaved and intertwined within the silver bones.

They weren't attached to the surface but had penetrated to the deepest part of the bone, perfectly fusing with the original bones.

This was the [Iron Bones] talent contributed by Gu Yichuan, the product of its fusion with the previously accumulated talents—[Golden Bones]!

Fang Mo tried to circulate his qi and blood.

BOOM!

His qi and blood surged like a great river, washing over the dark golden skeleton.

With each surge, a layer of fine runes would appear on the bones, emitting booming sounds like great bells.

The feeling of being indestructible gave Fang Mo an illusion: even if a mountain were to fall on him, he could push it back!

"Is this Golden Bones?"

Fang Mo opened his eyes, a flash of golden light disappearing instantly.

He extended his right hand, and with a thought.

His normally ruddy skin instantly became taut, faintly exuding a metallic sheen.

But this was not enough.

Fang Mo jumped off the bed and casually picked up the cleaver on the table, which was used for cutting meat.

This cleaver was not some divine weapon, but it was sharpened to a gleam. It was an exaggeration to say it could cut gold and jade, but chopping bones was easy enough.

He took a deep breath and, without any hesitation, brought the cleaver down on his left forearm.

He used fifty percent of his strength for this strike.

CLANG!

A crisp, pleasant sound rang out.

The edge of the cleaver struck his skin fiercely, but it felt like hitting an incredibly hard steel ingot. The immense recoil made Fang Mo's tiger's mouth go numb, and the cleaver flew out of his hand, spinning several times in the air before embedding itself in the roof beam with a "thud."

Fang Mo looked down at his forearm.

Let alone a wound, not even a white mark was left. Even the pain was very slight, like a mosquito bite.

"Holy crap!"

"This hard?"

Fang Mo was stunned himself.

That was fifty percent strength! For an ordinary Qi and Blood Realm martial artist, an arm would have been broken in two by such a strike. Even his previous Silver Bones would probably have been scraped.

But now...

"Let's try with full strength again!"

Fang Mo was a ruthless person, and he didn't hold back when it came to himself.

He gathered his qi in his palm, his right hand transforming into a blade. Golden light faintly appeared at his fingertips, and with a whistling sound that tore through the air, he fiercely slashed at his thigh.

BANG!

This time, the sound was much duller.

Fang Mo felt a sharp pain in his thigh, a natural reaction of his muscles to the impact. But he could clearly sense that the force, capable of cracking stone, was dispersed by an even more dominant power the moment it touched his thigh bone.

The bone didn't budge.

It even felt like it was mocking him, "Is that all?"

"Good, good, good!"

Fang Mo rubbed his thigh, feeling pain and pleasure simultaneously.

"With this physique, as long as I don't encounter those old monsters in the Organ Refining realm or some cheater wielding a divine weapon, I can definitely go to the Divine Capital!"

This was his confidence.

Hardness determined dignity.

After the excitement, Fang Mo calmed down.

While the increase in strength was gratifying, the current troubles had yet to be resolved.

Those three dead monks.

Their identities, the forces behind them, and that so-called Blood Spirit Pill…

Fang Mo took the Strange Tales of the Western Desert from his pocket and flipped through a few more pages by the fading sunlight from the window. The book's records about the Blood Buddha lineage made him increasingly alarmed the more he read.

This lineage's methods were bizarre and unpredictable, specializing in bewitching people and controlling believers.

If these three monks were merely pawns, their masters behind them would surely sense their deaths immediately.

"It seems I need to hurry and interrogate those three bald donkeys."

A sharp glint flashed in Fang Mo's eyes.

He was never one to sit idly by and wait for death.

Since trouble had already found him, he would take the initiative and nip the source of the trouble in the bud.

With that thought, Fang Mo no longer hesitated.

He sat cross-legged again, adjusted his breathing, and gradually calmed his mind.

"Prison Suppressing Realm, open!"

As his thoughts moved, the dilapidated shack before him instantly vanished.

That dark red world, filled with an aura of blood and oppression, descended once more.

Beneath the blood-colored sky.

Fang Mo's figure coalesced again.

This time, he did not sit in that high and mighty Grand Tutor's chair.

Instead, he appeared directly before the three monks' prison cells.