Martial Arts: Starting with Upgrading the Dilapidated Temple

Chapter 89 Hunt

The next day, in a dense forest on the east side of the Hidden Cloud Realm.

Five disciples of the Green Mountain Sect, dressed in light green outfits, were gathered together. The young man in the lead held a lingzhi mushroom that was crystal clear and exuded a rich spiritual energy, and he couldn't stop smiling.

"Senior brother, a 300-year-old Earth Spirit Mushroom! Now our Green Mountain Sect is guaranteed to get the most contribution points."

The leading youth carefully placed it into a specially made jade box and put it into the brocade pouch at his waist. "Not bad." The leading senior brother patted the storage pouch. "We've almost collected all the spiritual herbs in this area. Let's go take a look around the outer areas."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a rustling sound came from the bushes not far away.

The five people immediately became alert.

The bushes were roughly pushed aside, and Xu Hao stumbled and rolled out of the shadows.

He removed his concealment, revealing several tears in his black robe, stained with beast blood from who-knows-where, and his aura scattered. He looked exactly like a blood bag that had just escaped from spatial turbulence and gotten lost in the secret realm.

He clutched his chest, leaned against a thick tree trunk, and gasped for breath. His eyes, hidden behind his mask, revealed just the right amount of terror and despair.

The five Green Mountain Sect disciples, who had been gripping their sword hilts tightly, relaxed instantly after seeing Xu Hao's tattered clothes and weak aura.

"Hey, there really is a fish that slipped through the net." The leading senior brother grinned from ear to ear. "And it's a top-grade blood pack at the Inner Strength Realm. When luck comes, you can't stop it."

"Senior brother, if we refine a batch of Blood Pills from him, I'll have a chance to break through to the mid-stage of the Tendon Transformation Realm." A short disciple next to him had his eyes shining and was about to rush forward as he spoke.

"What's the rush?" The senior brother raised his hand to stop him, looking Xu Hao up and down with a mocking expression. "Can't you see he's almost out of breath? We need to make a proper show of Tianqing's distinguished guests. Form a formation and capture him alive. The effects of a broken blood pack are halved."

Upon hearing this, the four disciples immediately dispersed and surrounded Xu Hao tightly.

Their footsteps clashed, and the Qi and blood of their Yi Jin Jing realm instantly resonated and connected.

Beneath his turquoise outfit, his muscles bulged, and a heavy, oppressive aura descended upon Xu Hao.

"You peasant from Tianqing, kneel down and become medicine residue!" The short disciple laughed arrogantly, forming hand seals, and the pressure of the battle formation rose again.

Xu Hao leaned against the tree trunk, his body seemingly unable to straighten up due to the oppressive force. He coughed repeatedly and even shrank back.

"So you've already given up? The warriors of Tianqing are really getting worse as they get older." The leading senior brother stood with his hands behind his back, having lost all interest in going down to the arena. He was just waiting for his junior brothers to tie this fat sheep up and bring it to him.

Just as the battle formation was about to close in, and the four men's hands were about to grab Xu Hao's shoulders.

Xu Hao suddenly raised his head.

The previously scattered and weak aura vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Instead, a surge of violent inner strength and blood energy, mixed with a chilling and bone-chilling Yin energy, erupted with a deafening roar.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly, and a thick layer of black frost quickly condensed on the ground. Even the resonant blood and qi of the four disciples of the Green Mountain Sect were fatally stagnant in this extreme cold.

"What?!" The leader's smile froze, and his pupils shrank.

Before he could even utter the word "retreat," Xu Hao made his move.

He didn't even touch the Sea-Devouring Blade at his waist.

With his terrifyingly strong physique honed by the Inner Strength Realm, he suddenly exerted force with his legs, and the soil beneath his feet exploded, creating a deep crater.

He transformed into a black afterimage, crashing headlong into the battle formation barrier directly in front of him.

boom.

With a muffled thud, the battle formation that the Green Mountain Sect was so proud of, capable of withstanding the self-destruction of an Inner Strength Realm cultivator, was instantly covered in cracks and shattered under the impact of Xu Hao's unreasonable physical body.

The short disciple at the front didn't even have time to scream before his chest was completely caved in by Xu Hao's shoulder. He was sent flying backward, crashing through three large trees before coming to a stop, landing as a pile of mud.

"Form the formation! Form the formation quickly!" The leading senior brother finally panicked.

Xu Hao neither dodged nor avoided, but instead extended his right hand to meet the attack.

when.

Xu Hao and the leading disciple clashed palms. Xu Hao didn't move, and the opposing formation was immediately broken up.

Immediately afterwards, his fist slammed into the leader's right arm with a piercing whistling sound.

Click.

A cracking sound rang out. The leader's right arm, from wrist to shoulder, shattered inch by inch, the flesh and skin instantly reduced to a cloud of blood mist by the terrifying force.

The scream had barely escaped his throat when it abruptly stopped.

Xu Hao's left hand was already tightly gripping his neck, and he lifted his feet off the ground with one hand.

The senior brother in charge blushed, his legs kicking wildly in mid-air, his hands desperately trying to pry Xu Hao's fingers apart, but he couldn't budge them an inch.

His sect's rich heritage, which he was so proud of, seemed utterly ridiculous in the face of pure violence.

"Your bodies were filled with medicinal dregs, weren't they?" Xu Hao's voice, hoarse and cold beneath his mask, was filled with undisguised mockery. "As brittle as paper."

A sudden burst of force from the fingertips.

Click.

The sound of a neck bone breaking was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent dense forest.

The senior brother in charge had his head slumped to one side, and the life in his eyes quickly faded.

"ah-"

Xu Hao casually tossed the body aside, and it slammed heavily into the mud.

The remaining three disciples of the Green Mountain Sect were utterly terrified.

What sect glory, what sect contribution points—all were crushed to dust by this humanoid beast.

"Monster—this is a monster!"

"Run! Run!"

The three of them scrambled around and fled, wishing their parents had two more legs.

Puff puff puff —

Deep in the dense forest, the stench of blood had not yet dissipated.

Xu Hao swiftly stripped the green-clad senior brother of the Green Mountain Sect from his clothes, shook off the dust, folded them neatly, and placed them aside.

He then lifted his foot and kicked the corpses on the ground into a pile.

He drew the Devouring Sea sword from his waist, its dark red blade emitting an extremely greedy hum.

Xu Hao casually thrust the blade into the corpses, and visibly, the still-warm bodies instantly withered, their life force drained away, leaving only a skin covering the bones.

He took out the bamboo tube containing the bone-dissolving poison from his pocket, uncorked it, and poured it on.

zizi.

A few wisps of yellowish-green smoke rose, then turned into a pool of yellow water, skin and bones included, seeping into the soil, leaving not a trace.

"We still need to be thorough in our work, from beginning to end." Xu Hao clapped his hands after tidying up.

Xu Hao weighed the brocade bag in his hand.

This thing looks unremarkable, but it's actually a storage bag.

In my past life, I read in casual books that this thing required one's consciousness and will to recognize its master.

Where would a martial artist who cultivates qi and blood get divine sense from?

We can't exactly bind someone with our blood, can we?

Xu Hao bit his fingertip, squeezed out a drop of blood, and smeared it on the bag opening.

Blood droplets slid down the brocade and landed directly in the mud.

"Bullshit idle books."

Xu Hao rolled his eyes.

Since the people of the Green Mountain Sect also cultivate qi and blood, although their paths are different, their origins are ultimately the same.

He channeled the Qi and blood of his inner strength into his storage bag through his palm.

A faint sense of resistance emanated from the bag opening.

"They seem quite devoted to their master."

Xu Hao sneered, then suddenly coughed up blood.

boo.

With a very soft, crisp sound, the blood and qi mark left by the original owner was shattered.

"Hmm? It's open." In the half-zhang square space, besides the three-hundred-year-old earth spirit mushroom, there were also more than a dozen white jade medicine bottles neatly stacked, and next to them was a small crystal stone that exuded a rich spiritual energy.

Xu Hao weighed the storage bag in his hand, and a smile involuntarily crept up his lips.

"They're like walking money-giving boys. If we don't fleece a few more of them, it would be a disservice to their hard work delivering goods across industries."

Xu Hao carefully put the storage bag away from his body, and suddenly his bones emitted a series of popping sounds.

The disguise and bone-shrinking technique made his originally upright figure appear half an inch shorter, and his shoulders narrowed as well.

He picked up the green outfit and put it on, and it fit him perfectly.

Then, he reached out and took off his mask.

In the blink of an eye, he had transformed into the appearance of the leading senior brother of the Green Mountain Sect.

He even perfectly imitated that arrogant, haughty attitude.

Xu Hao tugged at his collar and swaggered out of the dense forest.