Comfortable! Ever since Qin Haoxuan had eaten the Mutated Spiritual Herbs from Immortal-Slaying Poison Valley, his body had endured scorching torment every moment of every day. Yet this palm strike had brought him an indescribable comfort.
He did not know that the spiritual herb could not be digested or absorbed within his body. If it accumulated over a long period, not only would it bring no benefit, it would instead cause tremendous harm. If the spiritual source within the herb completely solidified, Qin Haoxuan would either die or be left crippled in bed.
Qin Haoxuan did not know that while recklessly eating spiritual herbs could rapidly raise one's cultivation, it also carried enormous hidden dangers.
Yuan Shanhu did not know either. Had the person he was beating not been beaten, he might have died or been crippled within days. He knew even less that his malicious attempt to beat Qin Haoxuan had instead turned into a massage, bringing Qin Haoxuan immense benefits.
Qin Haoxuan stood perfectly unharmed beneath the protection of his spiritual energy, leaving the onlookers so shocked that they suspected their eyes had deceived them. Yuan Shanhu's palm strike just now had carried enough force to blast a pit into packed earth. Some Immortal Root Planting Realm disciples who had trained for years privately admitted they would have struggled to take that strike. Qin Haoxuan had cultivated for only two days; he was merely an ordinary mortal who had just undergone Seed Breaking. They simply could not imagine why he had remained unharmed after taking that blow.
They were not the only ones unable to understand it. Yuan Shanhu himself could not make sense of it either.
Zhang Kuang had told him that Qin Haoxuan had a solid martial foundation and a strong body. Thus, though Yuan Shanhu had not struck to kill, he had still used forty percent of his strength. He had intended to leave Qin Haoxuan bedridden for a month or two. How could the man look as though nothing had happened?
How could this be? Zhang Kuang watched from afar, his eyes full of astonishment. I know this Qin Haoxuan! He is indeed stronger than me, but he cannot be this much stronger, can he? Could it be that he never used his full strength when he beat me before?
"Was that the Mountain Overturning Palm?" Qin Haoxuan's eyes were also full of surprise. That yellow light suddenly flew at me. I could not even see it clearly, much less dodge it. I thought I would be beaten badly, but it did not hurt at all!
How could this be? Qin Haoxuan was equally puzzled. The blow neither hurt nor itched; instead, it greatly reduced the scorching heat in his body. But once he climbed back up, the heat surged through him again. Could I be one of those legendary people born with a masochist's bones? This heat is truly unbearable. If Yuan Shanhu hits me again, will I feel good?
Tempted by the prospect of easing the heat in his body and making himself feel completely comfortable, Qin Haoxuan abruptly charged at Yuan Shanhu. Even if he could not hit Yuan Shanhu, taking a punch from him would still feel wonderful. Killing two birds with one stone—why not?
"Good brat!" Yuan Shanhu's eyes flashed sharply. With so many eyes watching, he had failed to knock down a newly admitted disciple with one palm strike, and the fellow had even taken the initiative to charge at him. Yuan Shanhu felt utterly humiliated, so his next move grew heavier.
Still, they were in full public view. It would be bad if he accidentally killed someone. He added only another ten percent of his strength, increasing it from forty percent to fifty.
Yuan Shanhu had entered the sect twenty-five years ago and was at the Immortal Seedling Realm Third Leaf. Across the whole Taichu Sect, that talent and progress would have been dead last, but in Spirit Field Valley, a gathering place for useless dregs, it counted as middling.
The yellow palm shadow struck again. Qin Haoxuan suddenly discovered that he could barely make out the flight path of that yellow palm shadow now! His body instinctively tried to dodge, but he still could not evade the Mountain Overturning Palm. With a muffled puff from his chest, Qin Haoxuan was sent flying once more! This time, he flew even farther than before—nearly ten meters—then hit the ground and skidded another two.
Pain? None! Pleasure? Incredible! Qin Haoxuan lay sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, feeling the scorching heat in his body diminish once more. Even more of that heat seemed to turn into a clear current that flowed into his bones and internal organs. Yet the refreshing sensation was exceedingly brief. Moments later, that hateful scorching heat rose again.
Qin Haoxuan pushed himself up with both hands and sprang to his feet again. I may not understand why his attacks do not hurt me, but I have to seize this chance while I cannot feel pain and charge in again! Before they start hurting, I need to knock all these people down! Otherwise, if this strange feeling disappears, I really will not be able to get back up!
Qin Haoxuan did not know that this was entirely the effect of the One-Leaf Golden Lotus he had swallowed the previous night. With his current strength, after consuming the One-Leaf Golden Lotus, he had absorbed less than one percent of its medicinal power. After a small portion had dissipated, the excess medicinal power accumulated throughout his body. If he could not absorb it soon, it would be completely lost.
Every strike from Yuan Shanhu was like helping him absorb it once. The medicinal power stored inside Qin Haoxuan was forcibly driven into his marrow. Had it been an ordinary person, even with the same amount of medicinal power stored within them, they would have long since been beaten into a cripple!
Yet after Qin Haoxuan consumed the One-Leaf Golden Lotus, he used the Great Dao Heart Seed Demon Technique taught by the Undying Witch Demon in Immortal-Slaying Poison Valley. This technique contained methods of Witch Cultivation that did not even exist in the cultivation world. Witch Cultivators had almost vanished from the current cultivation world. Their first requirement was an incomparably strong physique: initially, they absorbed spiritual energy, then sought opponents of equal or greater strength to beat their bodies, driving the spiritual energy they had taken in into their bones and internal organs.
However, this kind of cultivation was exceedingly cruel and dangerous. A moment of carelessness could see the practitioner beaten to death or severely wounded.
Spiritual medicines were also exceedingly scarce in heaven and earth. The Witch Cultivators of old could never have been as extravagant as Qin Haoxuan, eating one-leaf spiritual ganoderma as if it were food. Nor could they stockpile great amounts of spiritual energy within their bodies and have others beat them to help absorb it.
Qin Haoxuan could not spare attention for anything else. He rose, rolled his neck, and under the astonished gazes of the crowd, once again burst into a sprint straight at Yuan Shanhu.
"Is this brat a monster?" During Yuan Shanhu's brief moment of stunned hesitation, Qin Haoxuan had already entered within ten paces of him. Not good!
Yuan Shanhu had no time to marvel. He feared Qin Haoxuan would truly get close enough to touch him. Even if he was not injured, if the other party so much as laid a hand on him, he would be too ashamed to remain in the immortal sect. He immediately raised the Mountain Overturning Palm to sixty percent power and struck again!
I am almost able to see the yellow light clearly! A thought flashed through Qin Haoxuan's mind, but his body could not keep up with the flash of thought. He had already been hit and flung backward. The scorching heat in his body began to ease once more, while even more spiritual energy turned into divine nectar and flowed into his bones and internal organs, strengthening his body.
Thud! Qin Haoxuan crashed heavily to the ground. He recalled how he had been sent flying several times in succession. Each time he was hit and rose again, he could see more clearly the path of that yellow light. Perhaps after a few more times, he truly could dodge the attack that struck him every time!
"Again!"
Qin Haoxuan stood up yet again. Facing the gazes of Yuan Shanhu and the spectators, who stared at him as if he were a monster, he charged forward at high speed once more. This time, he was still eight paces from Yuan Shanhu when he was sent flying again.
Each time Qin Haoxuan rose, Yuan Shanhu increased his strength a little more, until he was using eighty percent of his spiritual power. The force of one punch was enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, yet he still could not knock Qin Haoxuan down. Qin Haoxuan even remained as vigorous as a lively dragon and a spirited tiger. Aside from looking disheveled due to the dust covering him, he did not have a single wound anywhere on his body.
The spectators had grown somewhat numb to Qin Haoxuan's savage ability to take a beating. When they watched him stand up again, no one cried out in surprise. It was as though this were perfectly normal; if Qin Haoxuan failed to get up, that would have seemed abnormal instead.
This time, Qin Haoxuan charged to within only three paces of Yuan Shanhu. The more Yuan Shanhu struck, the more panicked he became. In his life, he had fought hundreds of sparring matches and duels, large and small. Even when facing opponents stronger than himself, he had never been so utterly at a loss. Threads of regret filled his heart. He regretted kicking this iron plate. If he could not defeat Qin Haoxuan, not only would he lose all face, how could he climb the dragon and cling to the phoenix, then rise above others in the future?
In his anxiety, he raised his strength from eighty percent to ninety percent. He also stopped using the Mountain Overturning Palm and switched to a spiritual art slightly more advanced than it!
A domineering aura suddenly surged from Yuan Shanhu's body. His entire person seemed to transform into a gigantic iron fist, radiating a sharp and oppressive killing intent.
"Overlord's Fist! He is actually using Overlord's Fist!"
"Heavens, is Yuan Shanhu trying to kill him? Using such a tyrannical spiritual art against a new disciple—if someone dies, is he not afraid of the Law Enforcement Team?"
"Overlord's Fist is incomparably tyrannical. With Yuan Shanhu's strength, even an iron plate could be crushed... This—this is going to cost a life..."
Hearing the spectators' cries of alarm, Xu Yu panicked. Her voice carried a trace of shrill desperation as she shouted, "Senior Brother Qin, Senior Brother Qin, get back... Yuan Shanhu, if you hurt Senior Brother Qin, I will never let you off!"
Xu Yu shouted as she struggled, taking the stance of rushing forward to block the fist for Qin Haoxuan. The female disciples who had dragged Xu Yu away were scared pale and hurriedly held her back with all their strength.
What a joke. The Overlord's Fist was so powerful that even a disciple likewise at the Immortal Seedling Realm Third Leaf could not be completely certain of taking it. Xu Yu might possess a Supreme Purple Seed, but her cultivation was still shallow. Charging in would only add another casualty.
If even one hair on her head was harmed, the sect leader would surely not spare any of them.
At this moment, Yuan Shanhu was also riding a tiger and unable to dismount, because he saw Zhang Kuang watching with an expectant expression, clearly wishing to put Qin Haoxuan to death as quickly as possible.
He had already offended Xu Yu. Even if he stopped now, she might not spare him once her cultivation reached fruition. Other than continuing to curry favor with Zhang Kuang, he had no other path. Besides, once Overlord's Fist was unleashed, it could not be stopped. Forcibly withdrawing his power would cause a backlash of spiritual energy, likely severing his meridians. At best, he would become crippled; at worst, dead.
Feeling the oppressive killing intent emanating from Yuan Shanhu, Qin Haoxuan could not stop his charge either. Thus, he crashed into Yuan Shanhu's fist shadow once more.
Boom!
A deafening blast rang out as spiritual energy exploded, throwing dust into the sky. At the spot where Qin Haoxuan had stood, a pit one meter wide and roughly half a meter deep appeared. Qin Haoxuan lay within it, his life and death unknown.
At some point, the previously lonely and aloof bearded man had also appeared among the crowd. He had watched this clash, where the disparity in strength was enormous and the outcome shocking, from beginning to end. Qin Haoxuan's freakish body and unwavering attitude had earned his deep admiration, but he had not expected Yuan Shanhu to dare commit such an outrage and strike with lethal intent. No matter how well Qin Haoxuan could take a beating, after receiving an Overlord's Fist powered by ninety percent of a senior brother's strength at the Immortal Seedling Realm Third Leaf, he would surely die.
A flash of killing intent passed through the bearded man's eyes as he stared at Yuan Shanhu. But when his gaze fell upon Zhang Kuang's flowerlike smile, he shook his head and sighed softly, preparing to leave.
The other spectators also prepared to depart. Since a death had occurred, the Law Enforcement Team would arrive soon. To avoid unnecessary trouble, it was best to leave quickly.
Just then, Qin Haoxuan, whom everyone believed must be dead, let out a long moan.
That was right—it was a moan of comfort. When Yuan Shanhu had struck Qin Haoxuan before, some of the scorching heat had always remained in his body. But that last punch had been just right, as though Yuan Shanhu had beaten his entire body from every angle. The pleasurable sensation was like a person so exhausted they were nearly falling apart soaking in a hot bath, then receiving a full-body massage. Yes, it was as comfortable as a massage.
Qin Haoxuan savored that complete refreshment, but good times did not last. Before long, that hateful scorching heat returned...
"Damn it!" Qin Haoxuan cursed inwardly, then briskly rose from the dirt pit. At that moment, he looked like a beggar, covered head to toe in dirt, but it did not stop his image from rising higher and higher in everyone's hearts—rising without end...
"My immortal ancestors above, what kind of freak is this brat? Even Overlord's Fist could not kill him..."
"More than a freak—I think he is practically a demon. Look, he is only at the earliest stage of the Immortal Root Planting Realm, having just undergone Seed Breaking, yet he can contend with someone at the Immortal Seedling Realm Third Leaf..."
"Has the sect's Clear Mirror Immortal Eye malfunctioned? He... he is only a Colorless Weak Seed. Do you believe that?"
"Hell! If he is a Colorless Weak Seed, then am I not complete trash?" A Menial Disciple who had entered the sect more than ten years ago and had likewise been a Colorless Weak Seed back then shouted aloud, immediately drawing many voices of agreement.
Even old hands like them, who had been in the sect for over a decade, could not possibly avoid injury from Yuan Shanhu's punch. Yet Qin Haoxuan was completely unhurt. Not even a bruise could be found on his bare shoulders.
Was that still human? He was simply a demon!
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