I'm a body cultivator, so it's normal for me to destroy a star with one punch, right?

Chapter 161 This is the Ghost Clan, not a Ghost!

"........."

Wang Mazi: "Third...Third Brother, did Sixth Brother just shoot and kill a seventh-rank official?"

Zhang San nodded mechanically.

Li Si stared blankly, looking completely bewildered.

He snapped out of his daze and exclaimed in surprise, "Sixth Brother... what are you doing?"

"Come back quickly! Even if you're angry, this isn't the way to vent... Quickly put away the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique!"

It's not just Zhang San, Li Si, and Wang Mazi.

On the Crimson Blood Tower's side, the dozen or so disciples were also taken aback by Jiang He's sudden attack!

With a backhand arrow, he blew the head off a seventh-rank disciple, leaving him no time to react. What kind of strength is that?
However, before they had much time to react, Jiang He had already activated the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique and charged into the crowd!

A sixth-grade Body Refinement cultivator actively attacked more than a dozen seventh and eighth-grade cultivators?
I'm afraid anyone would think...

This behavior is like a moth drawn to a flame, or a sheep among wolves!
But in reality, it was a tiger entering a pack of wolves!
"Ding!"

"You have survived a battle, strength +10kg."

"Ding!"

"You have killed a martial artist, your strength has increased by 70kg!"

A system notification sounded in my mind.

Jiang He activated the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique. With a swift movement, the ground beneath his feet shattered, and he transformed into a blur, appearing before a disciple of the Crimson Blood Tower.

This disciple of the Crimson Blood Pavilion is at the peak of the seventh rank.

He reacted extremely quickly.

Almost instantly, he pushed his cultivation to its limit, and the long sword on his back was drawn with a clang. With one strike, he drew upon the power of heaven and earth and slashed towards the river!

boom!
Jiang He struck out with his palm, hitting the sword and deflecting the incoming sword back horizontally.

The sword bent instantly and slammed into the seventh-rank Crimson Blood Pavilion disciple.

Click!

The seventh-rank Crimson Blood Pavilion disciple's chest caved in, and he was sent flying backward, crashing into a boulder.

"Ding!"

"You have survived a battle, strength +10kg."

"Ding!"

"You have killed a martial artist. Strength +70kg".

"Damn it!"

A Rank 8 member of the Crimson Blood Pavilion cursed under his breath and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, attack together... Don't be afraid. He just used the Heavenly Saint Sect's explosive secret technique. Once the technique's effect wears off, we'll kill him like a pig!"

"kill!"

"Our Crimson Blood Pavilion is one of the eighteen sects in the thirty-six prefectures of the Eastern Region. How could we be intimidated by a piece of trash from Heavenly Gate Pass?"

These Crimson Blood Tower disciples are quite formidable.

They knew that Jiang He had used an "explosive secret technique," but instead of choosing to avoid the attack, they attacked together, unleashing all the top martial arts techniques of the Crimson Blood Pavilion to besiege Jiang He!

Especially those few who were eighth-rank officials.

Their control over the power of heaven and earth surpassed that of the seventh rank. With a mere exchange of glances, they manipulated the power of heaven and earth, pressing it down upon the rivers.

"It's good that they're not running!"

Faced with the siege of the Crimson Blood Tower disciples, Jiang He did not back down in the slightest!
His physical strength has already surpassed the power of five dragons!

He can rival an ordinary grandmaster simply by relying on his physical strength!
Once the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique is activated, its explosive power reaches approximately 14 dragon strengths. If the Great Sage Fist is activated at 3x speed, the power of a single punch can exceed 50 dragon strengths. Not to mention a seventh-rank, even an eighth-rank could be killed!

When Jiang He takes action, he usually goes all out.

boom!
3x Great Sage Fist!

Jiang He unleashed a punch that shattered a seventh-rank disciple of the Crimson Blood Pavilion into pieces!
"Ding!"

"You have survived a battle, strength +10kg."

"Ding!"

"You have killed a martial artist. Strength +70kg".

His back was also attacked.

He was slashed by an eighth-rank official.

Unfortunately, Jiang He was wearing an S-level combat suit, and the inner combat vest was even SS-level. That full-force eighth-rank strike only tore a crack in the combat suit.

The river turned back and threw a punch.

The eighth-rank Crimson Blood Pavilion disciple's expression changed drastically. He pushed his defensive secret technique to its limit, but he was still sent flying more than ten feet away by this punch.

puff!
He spat out a mouthful of blood, and when he looked up, he found that two more seventh-rank disciples had died under Jiang He's fists!
"No!"

A disciple of the Crimson Blood Pavilion was splattered with his senior brother's blood. Fear gripped him, and he cried out, "Senior brother, didn't you say his secret technique would end soon... Ah, senior brother, save me!"

boom!
Jiang He slapped him directly on the forehead.

The head, with scales between its brows, burst open like a watermelon!
Less than 2 minutes.

A sixth-rank disciple of the Crimson Blood Pavilion has been killed!
Zhang San, Li Si, and Wang Mazi were all stunned by this scene.

The remaining ten Crimson Blood Tower disciples retreated abruptly.

Among them, there were three people of the eighth rank and seven people of the seventh rank.

The eighth-rank cultivator who had been punched by Jiang He earlier wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in a deep voice, "This boy is no ordinary person. No one should fight alone... Form a formation and kill him!"

The ten men formed a battle formation, pooling their power together. Then, the eighth-ranked warrior initiated the attack and unleashed a sword strike!

Zheng!
A sword's cry rang out, and in an instant, a thick sword aura shot out, hurtling towards the river.

Jiang He's expression changed slightly, and he unleashed a full-force punch!
The force of the punch was intense.

The punch kicked up all the sand and gravel on the ground.

However, this punch was utterly insignificant against the combined force of ten people. The force of the punch was dissipated, and the sword energy struck Jiang He. Jiang He was sent flying like a cannonball. When he regained his footing, he found that his combat uniform had been torn open, and a deep, bone-revealing sword wound had appeared on his chest.

"Come again!"

The eighth-rank soldier roared and raised his sword to attack again, but just as he managed to catch his breath, a feeling of weakness and powerlessness suddenly overwhelmed him, and he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

The other Crimson Blood Tower disciples were in the same boat, with one shouting, "Oh no...it's poisonous! Everyone, retreat quickly!"

Wang Mazi covered his nose and cursed, "Fourth Brother... when you were releasing the poison, couldn't you have at least taken precautions against me and Third Brother?"

He and Zhang San were also poisoned, and they slumped to the ground, limp and weak.

Li Si, also sitting on the ground, cursed, "I'm poisoned myself, how can I care about you?"

He shouted to Jiang He, "Sixth Brother, make your move... This poison has limited effect on pure body-refining martial artists!"

Jianghe also caught a faint, peculiar scent.

He felt a little weak. But that was all.

As his qi and blood circulated within his body, the feeling of weakness vanished without a trace. He flashed out, killing all ten Crimson Blood Tower disciples with a single punch in just one minute. Then, he took a deep breath, put away the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique, and returned to Zhang San, Li Si, and Wang Mazi.

Somewhat embarrassed, he said, "Brothers, please forgive my foolishness... I thought I could sweep them all away by myself, but I didn't expect them to have a combined attack formation... The major sects of Kunlun Realm are indeed powerful!"

Wang Mazi: "..."

He suspected Jiang He was bluffing, but had no proof, so he could only urge, "Fourth Brother, quickly bring out the antidote... Sixth Brother, go clean up the battlefield, in case there are still Crimson Blood Tower disciples nearby. We must evacuate as quickly as possible!"

Jiang He remained silent and went back to clean up the battlefield.

Li Si whispered, "Well... Fifth Brother, Third Brother, you know me. I research poisons, but I've never had the habit of developing antidotes. But don't worry, my Dry Wood Powder only temporarily disables the cultivation of martial artists and extraordinary awakeners below the ninth rank. It has no other side effects and will recover on its own after an hour."

now.

Jiang He was scavenging the corpses of the sixteen Crimson Blood Tower disciples.

Jiang He stuffed all their weapons into his storage ring, along with some bottles and jars, secret manuals and techniques. These items could be exchanged for [merit points] after they were taken back, so Jiang He naturally wouldn't let them go.

He looked at one of the corpses.

The very same Crimson Blood Tower disciple with wings on his back whom he had shot dead was filled with curiosity. He wondered, "Could this be the alien race they were talking about? They look human, but they have wings... Could they have demon blood?"

pity.

These disciples of the Crimson Blood Tower were relatively poor.

He did not have a storage ring on him.

This somewhat diminished Jiang He's fantasy about "picking up treasures from the corpses of alien races" as described by Chen Jingzhou and Qin Jiuzhou.

The battlefield has been cleaned up.

Jiang He said, "My three brothers, you've been poisoned and can't move easily. Let me take you away!"

He carried Zhang San on his back.

Then, with Li Si in his left hand and Wang Mazi in his right, he spread his arms and ran, disappearing from the spot in a flash.

An hour later.

Three hundred miles away.

In a valley.

The effects of the "Withered Wood Powder" on Wang Mazi, Li Si, and Zhang San gradually dissipated.

Jiang He waved his hand and took out all the weapons, pills and other items he had looted from the Crimson Blood Tower disciples from his storage ring, saying, "Now that the three of you have recovered, let's start dividing the spoils."

Zhang San shook his head and said, "In this battle, neither I nor Lao Wu contributed anything, and Lao Si only contributed a portion of the Dry Wood Powder. All sixteen Crimson Blood Tower disciples were killed by you. You can keep these spoils."

Wang Mazi naturally had no objections.

Li Si glared at him and said, "Third Brother, I don't like what you're saying... What do you mean I only produced one dose of Drywood Powder? I spent so much effort researching Drywood Powder, and the materials for just one dose cost more than 3800 million."

"so cheap?"

Jiang He's eyes lit up, and he pushed all the weapons of the sixteen Crimson Blood Tower disciples in front of Li Si, saying, "Fourth Brother, I've seen them. These weapons of the Crimson Blood Tower disciples are all extremely extraordinary. Although they are not alloy weapons, their quality is no worse than S-grade alloy. These disassembled weapons should be worth more than three or four hundred million. I wonder if I can exchange them for a few doses of Dry Wood Powder from Fourth Brother?"

Li Si said, "I was already planning to do this business with you, even without you saying so."

"This 'Dead Wood Powder' is actually a failed product."

"It cannot affect those at or above the ninth rank... and once it is used, it is an indiscriminate attack. However, you are a body-refining martial artist, so the Withered Wood Powder is ineffective against you. Only you can unleash the full potential of the Withered Wood Powder."

"However, I only have three parts of Drywood Powder on me. After we return to Tianmen Pass, I will exchange it for materials and then prepare a few more for you."

Jiang He took the "Withered Wood Powder" and his mood improved considerably. He seemed to remember something and asked, "By the way, Fourth Brother... do you still have any Berserk Pills?"

"Berserk Pill?"

Li Si said, "The Berserk Pill has limited potency. With your current strength, it shouldn't have much effect on you. However, during my time at Tianmen Pass, I've developed an advanced version of the Berserk Pill, which I've named the 'Super Berserk Pill.' Anyone below the Celestial Realm can double their combat power after taking it, although the side effects are greater."

Jiang He was overjoyed.

Unfortunately, Li Si didn't have many [Super Berserk Pills], only five.

"The Super Berserk Pill sells for 5 million or 1000 merit points at Tianmen Pass, while its cost price is 1 million. I won't charge you more; just pay the cost price."

Jiang He had no money left.

Of course, I'll owe it to you for now.

After resting in the valley, the group continued their journey toward their destination.

They proceeded cautiously, afraid of disturbing any powerful monsters in the mountains, which made their journey extremely slow. By nightfall, they had only covered less than half the distance.

It was just getting dark.

Zhang San then took out a map and said, "Everyone, hurry up. There's an abandoned temple about twenty miles ahead. We'll spend the night there."

Jiang He asked curiously, "Third Brother, why don't we travel through the night and try to complete the mission as soon as possible?"

Zhang San said seriously, "No... It's not advisable to travel at night in Kunlun Ruins; it's easy to run into something ominous."

"???"

Jiang He exclaimed in surprise, "An ominous sign???"

"and many more!"

He realized what was happening and said, "Third Brother, where did this abandoned temple come from in this desolate wilderness?"

what?

Want to open a supernatural instance?

Zhang San laughed and said, "Kunlun Ruins was a sacred place for cultivation ten thousand years ago, so it's perfectly normal that some sect ruins and such remain here... Alright, the desolate temple is just ahead, let's hurry over there."

It was a small temple, built halfway up the mountain.

The walls surrounding the temple have collapsed, the courtyard is overgrown with weeds, and the Buddha statues inside the temple are lying on the ground.

As soon as Jiang He entered the temple, he paused for a moment and exclaimed in surprise, "Xu Rulai, what are you doing here?"

But then they saw Xu Rulai sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a fire burning in front of him and a large piece of roasted meat on it. When he saw Jiang He, Zhang San, Li Si and Wang Mazi enter the temple, he immediately became serious and began chanting Buddhist mantras: "I have come here to subdue demons and monsters!"

Jiang He looked around and couldn't help but laugh, "Where would a demon or monster come from in this godforsaken place?"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw outside the temple.

A woman in red, with disheveled hair, stood with her feet about half a foot off the ground, her gaze fixed intently on the temple.

"Ghost!"

Jiang He yelled and jumped up, hanging on Wang Mazi.

Wang Mazi patted Jiang He on the back and comforted him, "Sixth Brother, don't be afraid, that's not a ghost... that's a ghost clan."

Ghost clan?

Jiang He breathed a sigh of relief, got off Wang Mazi, and couldn't help but glance outside the temple again, but the woman in red was nowhere to be seen. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Fifth Brother, what kind of race is this ghost clan?"

Wang Mazi thought for a moment and said, "The Ghost Clan... is actually what we understand as ghosts."

(End of this chapter)