I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

In the quiet courtyard.

Shen Zhi sat upright on the bluestone with a long knife placed across his knees.

His hands were placed lightly on the blade, as if he had some kind of unspoken understanding with this magical weapon.

After half a year of silence and accumulation, he has now reached the peak of the realm of transformation.

He possessed the unfathomable mysterious skill bestowed by Yan Xiu, which contained endless mysteries and enabled his cultivation to advance by leaps and bounds.

Combined with the magical weapon that could cut through iron like mud, even if a peak innate realm warrior stood in front of Shen Zhi, he had the confidence to kill him with his sword.

At this moment, Shen Zhi was like a dormant tiger, waiting for the final outbreak.

Shen Zhi closed his eyes and concentrated, and his true energy circulated in his body for nine major cycles.

Every flow is like a rushing river, surging and turbulent.

When he slowly exhaled, he seemed to be reborn, refreshed and renewed.

When Shen Zhi suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, like the brightest star in the night sky, dazzling.

He stood up lightly, and disappeared with a shake of his body.

Now that I have reached the peak of the Transformation Realm, I have the ability to protect myself in Yong'an City. It is time to deal with some things.

Dark as ink.

The night market in Yongan City is as lively as ever.

Shen Cong staggered out of the brothel, his eyes blurry with drunkenness and a bit of intoxication on his face.

"Master Shen, how are you going to go home when you're this drunk? Let me take you home."

"There is no wine in this world that can make me drunk. I am just a little tipsy, a little tipsy!"

Shen Cong waved his hand, straightened his neck and spoke, a strong smell of alcohol emanating from his mouth.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Shi, you are a brave man who can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk."

Faced with Shen Cong's ingratitude, the prostitute covered her mouth with a handkerchief in disgust, flicked her skirt, twisted her buttocks and turned back to Yanchun Tower.

Shen Cong, who was drunk, staggered on the street.

From time to time, he would bang on other people's doors and shout, looking like a drunk.

At this moment, a pair of cold eyes hidden in the darkness were staring at him.

Ever since Shen Cong became Yuelu's disciple, his status in the city has naturally risen.

At one time, countless wealthy young men invited him to banquets, hoping to make friends with him.

Because of this, Shen Cong's cultivation not only did not advance further, but instead remained stagnant.

But Shen Cong didn't care about it at all.

He believed that the other party was only interested in his identity as a disciple of Yuelu, rather than his own cultivation.

After reaching the river bank, Shen Cong hugged a tree and vomited continuously. The river breeze sobered him up a little.

After recovering a little, Shen Cong hummed a little tune and walked slowly towards home.

Unlock, push the door, and enter the hospital.

The extremely familiar part suddenly made Shen Cong feel a chill in his heart, and he subconsciously looked back.

He saw a masked man standing behind him.

The man looked at Shen Cong with indifferent eyes, as if he was looking at a dead person. The moonlight stretched his shadow very long.

Shen Cong was shocked.

This person appeared in the house quietly, and I didn't notice him from beginning to end.

The remaining three points of drunkenness were washed away by the murderous aura from that man and disappeared in an instant.

"My dear brother, I am a disciple of Master Yue of Bayue Martial Arts School. I wonder why you are visiting me so late at night?"

Knowing that the man in black had ill intentions, Shen Cong could only use his backer to scare the other party.

Shen Zhi said nothing, just shook the blade and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Are you ready to die?!"

Shen Cong's pupils suddenly shrank and he was about to speak.

A cold light suddenly appeared in the courtyard, and the dazzling white light forced him to close his eyes.

Although Shen Cong's cultivation was not very good, he had at least entered the body-building realm.

He subconsciously tried to pull out the dagger from his waist with his right hand, but found that his five fingers had been severed.

"Hold!!"

Shen Cong was filled with shock and hatred, so he could only swat the dustpans on the racks on both sides away, trying to stop the cold light that was heading straight for his throat.

Shen Zhi sneered.

With a slight shake of his wrist, the knife light stirred the dustpan into pieces.

The cold light remained unabated and grew bigger and bigger in Shen Cong's desperate eyes.

Swish-!

The five fingers of Shen Cong's only remaining left hand were also broken at the root.

Blood was splattered, Shen Cong half sat and half leaned against the wall, covering his hands, his face pale and his voice hoarse.

"Grandpa, spare your life!"

The tip of the knife paused at the sound and stopped at his neck.

Shen Zhi's strong murderous intent made Shen Cong feel cold all over. The sword blade lightly scratched his skin, and fine blood oozed out.

"Since you want to kill me, please let me die knowingly!"

He stared into those eyes and said.

Shen Zhi retracted the knife and tore off his scarf.

"It's you! It's actually you! You're not dead..."

Shen Cong screamed in fear as if he had seen a ghost, with extreme terror in his voice.

Shen stepped on his face, slowly increasing the force, his voice cold.

"Why, are you disappointed that I'm not dead?"

Shen Cong seemed to be able to hear a crackling sound coming from his head as if he was overwhelmed by the heavy burden.

It seemed as if the skull would shatter and brains would splatter in the next moment.

A strong sense of death spread throughout his body, his hands and feet couldn't stop shaking, and suddenly a smell of urine came from his crotch.

A seven-foot-tall man was so frightened that he shit and peed, soaking his pants.

"Cousin, please listen to my explanation, please listen to my explanation!"

At this moment, Shen Cong no longer cared about his dignity and shouted in panic.

As long as he can survive, he will do it without hesitation, even if it means eating shit.

Shen Zhi moved his feet away, revealing his tearful face.

"If I'm not satisfied with what you made up, you'll still have to die!"

Shen Cong shuddered when he heard this, and a warm current came from his crotch again.

He would never have thought that Shen Zhi was not dead.

After all, he was present at the incident at Yue Mansion, and saw with his own eyes that the young master of the He family beat Shen Zhi with three palms, causing him to spit blood and die.

But the living Shen Zhi in front of him told him that the other party was not dead at all!

And judging from the aura emanating from Shen Zhi, his realm is far beyond his own.

Even the dumbest person would know that Shen Zhi must have had some kind of adventure, otherwise how could he explain how he could walk out of the mass grave alive?

"Cousin, I was wrong to cheat you out of your money. I deserve to die. I will pay you back, all of it!"

"I have two hundred taels of silver and some land deeds hidden in the house. These are all yours!"

Shen Cong revealed all the wealth he had hidden, just asking the other party to let him go.

But Shen Zhi's expression was very cold.

At this moment, Shen Cong suddenly realized something and a hint of shock appeared in his eyes.

"Cousin, do you want to kill the young master of the He family...?"

For a moment, even Shen Cong found it hard to believe.

Shen Zhi's eyes were cold and he spoke calmly.

"You guessed it right."

When Shen Cong heard this, he was immediately frightened.

"Wait a minute, cousin!"

"I have a good personal relationship with the young master of the He family. As long as you let me go, I can help you to arrange a trap with him!"

In response, Shen Zhi just sneered.

Just as Shen Cong was terrified, Shen Zhi suddenly moved and kicked him hard.

Pfft——!

Shen Cong's entire head suddenly exploded like a ripe watermelon.

Red and white splashed all over the wall, and his body twitched weakly for a few times before he was completely dead.

Shen Zhi would never do such a stupid thing as leaving someone alive.

Now, relying on his own abilities, he is able to kill the young master of the He family without any external help.

Just as Shen Zhi was about to leave, his eyes suddenly focused and the long sword in his hand was instantly unsheathed.

He swung his sword and a flash of light shot out in a certain direction, like lightning cutting through the night sky.