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Cultivation techniques... True Qi...

In the past, these were just fictional terms from novels, but in the world of the Li Dynasty, they are real power systems. Cultivating one's inner energy and strengthening one's muscles, bones, and skin is enough to grant martial artists power that transcends the mundane.

Furthermore, most of them are directly related to two factors: the emphasis of the cultivation method and the years of cultivation. The size and weakness of true qi require time to settle, but there are also those who consume high-energy precious materials to increase their cultivation.

In fact, when he broke through the wall, there were a few guys with really heavy punches. Hitting them felt like being trapped in a steel balloon... It took him at least 20-30% more effort.

"...Do you know this person? What's his cultivation level?"

Fang Jin pointed to the white-browed scholar who had collapsed onto the stone table. He had been very arrogant earlier, and when he ambushed the Jinxiu Army, he didn't even stand up. As a result, he was the first to be hit in the chest by the rain of stone fragments.

"Tie Baimei, the leader of the Xishan bandit gang, is famous in the Xishan Tieling area for his light and agile qigong. He has at least twenty years of internal martial arts cultivation."

Twenty years, but at most he's only about the same level as a regular level ten player, barely reaching the second tier. Fang Jin pinched Bai Meifei's gradually cooling skin and had already made a judgment.

The higher one's internal energy level, the more difficult it becomes. This also applies to the player system. Roughly ten years of cultivation is equivalent to a player's level five source energy, and sixty years is enough to break through the lower levels of life level.

In other words, unless he encounters an old monster with sixty years of cultivation, he doesn't have many opponents in this martial arts world. After all, not everyone has the chance to swallow toads and centipedes alive.

Moreover, this is only a Tier 1 instance, which theoretically only allows players below level 20 to enter. The upper limit of the world is set there, and the probability of encountering an overpowered warrior is extremely small.

...So weak.

But if the martial arts level is this low, then where does the difficulty of the dungeon lie? Nightmare difficulty isn't something you can just pick up anywhere; just facing a bunch of martial arts people... he really doesn't feel much pressure.

It's not even a problem with people, but rather the weakness of the cultivation system here. Even if you accumulate true qi your whole life, you still won't be able to transcend the inhuman realm. He has absolutely no intention of starting his talent cultivation here.

Therefore, the focus of the main quest, or the focus of the difficult parts... should still be on "Buddha".

Fang Jin was pondering, but by then Little Beard and his men had already cleared the inside of the flower hall. Most of the capable ones were lying in ambush outside the courtyard, while those hidden inside were mostly female guests who were powerless.

One cut, one kill; each cut is a merit for one person. They gleefully used the box to collect the right ears of the philanderers. These were all scoundrels and heretics who colluded with Buddhism... real merit and silver.

"Continuing to go further in, suppressing just a mere flower hall, the gains are far too small."

Fang Jin gave the order, and everyone excitedly echoed. The current main task was to destroy the nunnery in front of them. If the Jinxiu Army's own combat power was enough to eradicate Buddhism... then what was the point of having him here?

They quickly advanced deeper into the area. This time, Fang Jin didn't need to clear a path; she simply broke through walls, smashed doors, and even kicked down window frames. All the approaching assassins were subdued and killed with lightning speed.

The snow-white blade gradually turned red and black, and the Jinxiu Army's combat skills were fully demonstrated. Fang Jin only needed to support from the rear, but even so, their progress was still very eye-catching.

"This nunnery has 108 flower rooms, 36 main halls, and an ancestral temple in the center. Only the flower rooms outside are used to receive guests and do business, so the defenses are relatively weak."

"But the further we went, the more difficult it became. This nameless nunnery was considered the final stop in the persecution of Buddhism in the Central Plains, and it was not without skilled people lurking there. The Buddhist sect was quite adept at bewitching people's hearts."

"Little Mustache..." Chang Xiao, the deputy general, recounted from the side. He should have reported this basic combat information to the centurion before the battle, but the old man bullied the newcomer, and he deliberately forgot at the time.

Now that he had witnessed Fang Jin's unreasonable brute force, his attitude changed, and he immediately offered up his knees and the information. If they weren't still on the move, Chang Xiao might have wanted to kneel down and say it.

"It's hard to say exactly how many forces this place is colluding with, but the vanguard had already laid an ambush half a month ago and had confirmed several large groups of people entering the temple, including..."

"Don't talk about those with less than forty years of cultivation, it's a waste of time. If you have any important information about those with sixty years of cultivation, tell me, even if it's just some uncertain rumor."

Fang Jin interrupted impatiently, saying that the 108 Flower Hall was not a real threat. If one had to say, the terrain was quite deceptive, with its layered and encircling layout making it difficult to find the direction of the main ancestral hall in the previous life.

But that's about it.

"Jiazi... with forty years of cultivation, he would already be considered a senior elder in the martial arts world. Even the lowest-ranking hunters in the Hundred Households hunt elders. What level is he at? Why is he so young?"

Chang Xiao was startled. Suddenly, she didn't even find her recently severed right ear appealing anymore, but her heart burned even brighter. She felt she could really make a fortune this time! She quickly blurted it out.

"Only two people can be confirmed to have reached the level of forty. One of them is Big Hand from the Tieling bandit gang. His martial art is called 'Copper Tendons and Iron Bones.' He is skilled in using a broad sword that is half the thickness of a person. His killing power is unparalleled."

"Secondly, there is Hong Niangzi of Shixin Tower, whose martial art is called 'Red Embroidered Hands'. Her hands are so hardened by her that they are as hard as metal and stone. Even martial artists of the same level cannot withstand her thrusts. She is vicious yet also incredibly agile."

"The bandit gang goes without saying; they are habitual criminals who harbor Buddhist thieves. The Ten Hearts Pavilion is a bit special; its ten leaders each invest in different forces, and Red Maiden is one of them who strongly supports the Buddhist sect..."

"Anything else?"

Fang Jin continued to ask, his hands instantly transforming into fire, tearing apart a female assassin who suddenly jumped down from the flower room. The blood, unable to be avoided, left several red marks on his otherwise plain face.

"Where is the imperial court...? How many senior officials have we brought?"

"..."

"You want to do..."

"Why don't you know...?"

Chang Xiao swallowed subconsciously. He gradually sensed something was wrong, but the emotions that arose were erased by the system, leaving only a faint, almost instinctive fear.

"Among the 100,000-strong army, three commanders with 10,000 men each will participate in this operation. They are all veterans with forty years of cultivation. One of them is a member of the Li Dynasty royal family surnamed Zhou, who possesses the strongest Boundless Law of this dynasty..."

Is it too presumptuous for a centurion to say such a thing? If I continue to push him, even the imperial system won't be able to cover for me anymore…

So Fang Jin laughed it off, wiped the blood from his hands on Chang Xiao's shoulder, and then comforted him:

"I was just asking casually, but I wanted to know our general fighting strength. If I can't achieve a crushing victory... I wouldn't feel right about earning the credit, would I?"