This is how immortals are cultivated

Even the screams were only brief, and then there was no sound.

There are powerful crossbows in the yamen's armory, and this real military killing weapon was brought along this time.

However, the constable holding the crossbow seemed to be frightened at this moment. He watched his colleagues fall one by one, and looked at the figure dressed in peasant clothes but like a demon. He didn't know what to do for a moment.

In tension and fear, he subconsciously pulled the trigger of the crossbow. At this moment, the demon turned his head and raised his hand.

Then, he grasped the arrow accurately in his hand.

How can this be?

The constable holding a crossbow widened his eyes.

Can a person catch a crossbow arrow with bare hands?

While the constable was in a daze, Fang Suichu had already lowered his arm.

Anyone with sharp eyes could see the iron powder sliding down his palm. It turned out that the iron arrowhead had been crushed into powder by his hand, leaving only the bare arrow shaft.

Fang Suichu lowered his arm and made a parabolic motion. After the throwing motion, Fang Suichu's entire arm seemed to suddenly disappear from the sight of ordinary people, accompanied by a huge explosion.

As the explosion sounded, the constable's neck exploded instantly, and his head and neckless body fell to the ground simultaneously.

After this constable fell, the only people still breathing in front of the Huang family's mansion, besides Fang Suichu, were Huiquan County Lord and Chen Wen, who were still riding on horseback.

Fang Suichu came to the horse, held the horse's head, and easily forced the horse to kneel on the ground. Then he grabbed the county magistrate's neck with one hand and lifted him off the horse.

"Go get some people to help me pack up my things and send them to my place."

As he spoke, Fang Suichu wiped the blood off his hands on the exquisite official robe of the county magistrate, which took dozens of weavers several months to make, and wiped it again and again.

"Oh, by the way, let's wash the floor inside. It's hot now, and it will stink in a few days."

Seeing that the county magistrate was like a wooden man, motionless, Fang Suichu frowned.

"Can't you hear it? Then it's useless..."

Upon hearing these words, the Huiquan County Magistrate seemed to be stimulated and suddenly came to his senses:

“I…I understand…”

Seeing the county magistrate like this, Fang Suichu nodded with satisfaction and left.

After Fang Suichu left, the county magistrate, who had been standing there not daring to move, finally relaxed and sat down on the ground.

Just as he sat down on the ground, a human head rolled over.

It was the constable who was holding the crossbow earlier.

A chunk of his chin was missing.

His eyes were still open, wide open, and his face still maintained the expression as if he had witnessed some incredible scene when he was alive.

The county magistrate was so frightened that he stood up again. This time he finally came to his senses and looked at the corpses on the ground.

There are no real soldiers in Huiquan County. The military agency of the Great Xia Dynasty is a garrison more than 100 meters outside the county. It has 500 soldiers on the surface, but because of the serious problem of ghost soldiers, there are only about 200 soldiers.

As for the county's security forces, they are just these constables, and at most some militiamen who receive simple training in summer and winter.

The militia is useless, and the only ones representing the county government's military force are these constables.

And all the constables died today.

That’s not right, there’s one left.

"That person...that demon is gone?"

The county magistrate asked Chen Wen a question, but changed his address halfway through.

While there were indeed unrivaled warriors in this world who could defeat hundreds of men, that person's strength was far too exaggerated, especially considering he was from a lowly family. True warriors were generally children of military families, trained from a young age.

How could the untouchables who had toiled hard all their lives just to have something to eat after paying taxes have the spare time to learn martial arts and have enough refined rice and meat to strengthen their bodies?

Yes...that's not a human, that's a monster!

"Sir, that person has left." Chen Wen replied cautiously.

Perhaps it was because he had just seen this scene not long ago. Although this scene was more shocking, it at least made him more tolerant and not as shocked as the County Magistrate of Huiquan County.

"What should we do now, sir?" Chen Wen asked again.

"What should we do? Send a letter to the Wendang Valley Guards and have Captain Wu lead his troops to eliminate this person..."

Calling in a real army would come at a high price.

As the saying goes, when soldiers pass through a border, the damage is much more serious than that caused by bandits and rioters.

The county magistrate of Huiquan County was preparing to mobilize the troops of the garrison, and the powerful families in Huiquan County, including himself, would inevitably suffer heavy losses.

But it doesn't matter. The loss can be made up by raising taxes or increasing the commission the powerful people take from the tenants.

As for the untouchables, if you squeeze them from time to time you can always get something out of them.

There is no other way. After all, there are evil people and demons running rampant. If they cannot be eliminated as soon as possible, the people's livelihood in the region will be threatened in the end.

Therefore, for the sake of the people of Huiquan County, we have no choice but to make the common people suffer a little more and wipe out this demon first.

"However, it will probably take some time from the time the letter is sent until Captain Wu sends his troops."

"During this time, we must first stabilize that demon... Yes, do as he says, go and take inventory of the Huang family and send the things over!"

Chapter 167: Tribulation

Fang Suichu left the county town and slowly returned to Fangjia Village.

The village was very lively, but when they saw Fang Suichu coming back, the villagers of Fangjia Village immediately retreated into their houses.

During the less than three hours that Fang Suichu was away from the county town, a few brave villagers from Fangjia Village went to Fang Suichu's house, only to see corpses all over the floor. These were not ordinary people's, but yamen officials'. They were immediately scared half to death.

Ancient times were full of superstition.

This is a world without magic, so superstition is even more prevalent.

Many people held the same idea as the Huiquan County Magistrate, thinking that Fang Xi was possessed by a demon.

To some extent, it is half right.

He was indeed possessed, but it was not a demon, but Fang Banxian.

Those who have reached the Refining Qi Realm can indeed call themselves semi-immortals or land immortals.

Fang Suichu returned to his yard and looked at the stiff corpses all over the ground, then he dug another big hole.

Just after Fang Suichu buried the body, Jing Bo came again.

This time, Jing Bo's attitude changed obviously, with some surprise and uncertainty.

If killing the tax collectors and hangers-on before could be considered a stroke of luck, then not running away but waiting for the county constable to come and then killing him was pure ability.

"I haven't asked for your name yet?"

Jing Bo obviously also believed in the legend of ghosts, gods and demons. After all, this "Xi Ya Zi" had changed so much.

"No problem, my surname is also Fang, and my name is Suichu." Fang Suichu answered calmly.

"Isn't Jing Bo afraid?" Fang Suichu asked curiously again.

Jing Bo naturally knew why Fang Suichu asked this question. After all, the villagers were in a panic and didn't dare to approach, but he was the only one who dared to come.

"I'm already so old, what am I afraid of?"

"Even if you eat it, it will be considered as saving food for the family. My son and daughter-in-law have children to raise, and a useless person like me to support. It's already extremely difficult."

"Besides, I have a feeling you won't eat me."

"Of course." Fang Suichu nodded seriously. "Those who eat people are evil and demonic. I always kill them if I see them."

Jing Bo nodded, and then said with emotion: "God has eyes..."

He knew about Fang Xi's previous experience. Before the tax collector came, the Huang family had already had contact with Fang Xi. When the tax collector came, he roughly guessed what kind of dirty purpose he had.

He just thought that God had eyes, and the person in front of him had seen Fang Xi's experience, so he came down to help Fang Xi get justice and give retribution to those who murdered him.

"No, Heaven has no eyes." Fang Suichu shook his head. "Perhaps you have misunderstood something. The retribution for powerful people like the Huang family, and tax collectors and yamen officials who bully the people and abuse their power is never due to Heaven's eyes and punishment."

"The truth is... the fertile land your ancestors cultivated for generations has been taken away. Or, in other words, after working yourself to death year after year, you've had to hand over the vast majority of your harvest, leaving you with only a meager supply to barely get by. Facing this disaster, even if you offer sacrifices to the heavens daily and curse those corrupt landlords and officials, it's useless."

"I even say that amid your curses, they will only live better with the things you offer them."

Jing Bo was choked by Fang Suichu's words and didn't know what to say for a moment.

He was silent for a while before he asked again: "Then why do you..."

Fang Suichu interrupted Jing Bo: "You want to ask me what I want to do, right?"

"Of course it's a rebellion."

The tone of Fang Suichu's words was as calm and natural as if he was deciding what to eat today.

As if infected by Fang Suichu's calm and natural demeanor, the word "rebellion", which was originally very frightening to the lower-class farmers, did not seem so stimulating anymore.

"Well, I originally thought that if I could destroy this world, I could escape the calamity of enlightenment."

"If that were the case it would be simple."

The simplest rebellion is to march directly to the capital and seize the throne.

Fang Suichu could easily level up a few more times, or level up while on the way to the capital.

"But after thinking about it, it's not that easy..."

He had risen from a mortal to his current state through his exceptional physique, astonishing wisdom, and diligent practice. Of course, Fang Suichu also admitted that his own son Tongzi had played a role in his rise.

In short, Fang Suichu never encountered any bottlenecks all the way through his cultivation to the level of refining the orifices and becoming a half-step human immortal.

But "immortality" is different. If refining the innate orifice is to shed the mortal body, then "immortality" is a real transformation.

"I have deduced the first element of breaking through to the human realm."

"It's 'robbed'."

"How can one become an immortal without going through tribulations?"

However, in the mainstream world of the strange way, Fang Suichu did not expect any heavenly tribulation to achieve enlightenment.

The necessary elements of this "robbery" can only be obtained through another means.

It was like this trial of breaking through the realm, it was his tribulation to become an immortal, it was his tribulation to be a human, it was his tribulation to transcend the secular world.

Fang Suichu couldn't help but recall the Taoist stories he had read in his previous life.

According to legend, at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Zhang Jiao, a native of Julu, went into the mountains to collect herbs. He met an old man with blue eyes and a childlike face, holding a quinoa stick. He called him into a cave and taught him three volumes of the Heavenly Book.

"Jiao obtained this book, studied it day and night, and finally mastered the method. He was able to call the wind and rain, and became the Taoist of Taiping."

To become an immortal, one must complete one's merits. According to the teachings of the Immortal Dao, those who founded the Taoist sect, such as Zhang Daoling and Ge Xuan, were the founders of the sect and eventually achieved perfection in their cultivation and were included in the ranks of immortals.

It can be said that if Zhang Jue had not rebelled and simply preached and promoted his Taiping Dao, he would have definitely been able to obtain an immortal status.

However, Zhang Jiao chose the most difficult path.

Change the sky, replace the blue sky with the yellow sky.

Defy the will of heaven and change your fate, transform the Taoist sects in the world into the Taoist country of the world, and strive for a great Dao fruit.

But it ultimately failed, and even the once-prominent Taiping Daoist tradition disappeared.

"Yes, the rewards are completely different depending on the difficulty of the game you choose to clear."

"Since it's my turn, I'll naturally try the highest difficulty."

Thinking this in his heart, Fang Suichu continued to speak to Jing Bo.

"Throughout history, rebellions have mostly been won by those from prominent families."

"After all, compared to those who naturally occupy resources, it is far too difficult for grassroots farmers to rise to power."

"Logically speaking, as a commoner, or even from a humble family, if he wanted to cause a reaction now, he should have forcibly married the daughter of a prominent family and changed the team directly."

"But compared to the royal family, I prefer the 'untouchables' who are treated as worthless."

"Or, what's the difference between the royal family and the untouchables like weeds?"

"But having said that, it is indeed a bit difficult to start like this."