Immortality Begins With Internal Breathing

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The moment Lin Zheyu was declared the winner, an ear-splitting uproar erupted from beneath the arena. Puxuan had just blocked two martial artists who were on the verge of achieving a hundred undefeated matches, yet he suffered a setback at Lin Zheyu’s hands. This left the martial artists of Wuling City feeling immensely gratified.

”Brother Zhao’s movement techniques are simply outrageous. He actually relied purely on his powerful footwork to drag things out until the challenge time ended.” Wild Man Luo could not help but sigh in amazement.

If it were any other martial artist facing Puxuan, who cultivated the Divine Foot Technique and the Buddhist Sect Vajra Body, the only way to defeat him would be through overwhelming strength far surpassing his own. That bald monk’s defense was simply too abnormal. Only the very top geniuses might have a slim chance of breaking through it. Yet Lin Zheyu won through clever means, relying on his powerful movement techniques. This made Wild Man Luo, who had never paid much attention to lightness and movement techniques, suddenly feel that investing more effort into lightness and movement techniques at the Marrow Refining realm was actually a pretty good choice.

”Dinglong, if you were the one up there, would you be confident in breaking through Monk Puxuan’s defense?” asked Wild Man Luo, turning his head to look at Luo Dinglong.

”No. I cultivate fast saber techniques, and absolute defenses like Puxuan’s counter martial artists like me too severely. I would lose very quickly if I were to face him,” Luo Dinglong said with a grave expression.

The power of his attacks was far weaker than Lin Zheyu’s full-strength strike. If even Lin Zheyu could not injure Puxuan, he stood even less of a chance. Luo Dinglong’s strength lay in his terrifying attack speed, taking an enemy’s head in the instant before they could react. But against Puxuan’s abnormal defense, his attacks could be completely ignored.

”It’s a pity Zuofeng did not come. With Zuofeng’s strength, he might have been able to defeat Monk Puxuan head-on,” Wild Man Luo said regretfully.

”That’s not necessarily true.” Luo Dinglong shook his head, then turned to Wild Man Luo and said, ”We haven’t sparred in a long time. Are you interested in finding an arena and having a match?”

”Hah, why would I be afraid of you! I might not be able to beat that freak Zhao Hao, but do you think I can’t beat you?” Wild Man Luo curled his lips and said disdainfully.

Although he had never won a spar against Luo Dinglong, that did not stop him from talking tough. Not far from them, Tang Zhentao stared at Lin Zheyu on the arena with a gloomy gaze. Beside him stood a middle-aged man who said calmly, ”Could it be him?”

”Impossible. Zhao Hao does not have that level of strength. He is only somewhat impressive in lightness and movement techniques. There is no way he could have killed Pei Yuchun and Tang Weizhong,” Tang Zhentao said as he shook his head.

What puzzled him was that Lin Zheyu had clearly suffered a powerful attack from a yao martial artist that day, yet in just two days, he had already recovered completely.

”That should be because someone backing him took action. Lei Youhui of the Lei Family is also dead. He was likely a killer from Soulcall Tower, and his manner of death was similar to Pei Yuchun and the others. It was done by the same person. Zhao Hao has excellent natural talent and aptitude. He was probably noticed by some faction, and a powerhouse from that faction acted on his behalf,” the middle aged man said as he analyzed calmly. His expression remained placid, betraying no emotion, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

”No. Tang Weizhong’s death has nothing to do with him. Tang Weizhong was simply unlucky and was casually killed by a passing yao martial artist. It has no connection to Zhao Hao. This matter ends here,” Tang Zhentao said flatly.

After saying this, he turned and left straightaway. Things had become somewhat troublesome at this point. Zhao Hao had displayed formidable strength and natural talent during the arena challenge, and many powerful esteemed families and sects would certainly try to recruit him. Although it was unclear which factions would act, Tang Zhentao was certain that the Bull Demon Sect would be among them.

The strength of the Bull Demon Sect far surpassed that of the Li Family, and it was not something the Tang Family could afford to provoke. While the arena challenge was ongoing, it was still possible to deal with him through rule compliant means. Now that the arena challenge had ended and he had obtained the title of a hundred undefeated victories, attempting to act against him would come at a very high cost. Such a price was not worth paying for the deaths of Tang Weizhong and Tang Weiqiang.

I’ll go back and find a middleman. They’ll need to go to his door and offer an apology, and put this matter to rest, Tang Zhentao thought to himself.

Watching Tang Zhentao leave, the Pei-surnamed man let out an almost imperceptible sigh.

Whether this can truly end here is not something I can decide. No matter what, you should not have killed Pei Yuchun. This matter has become troublesome.

A trace of helplessness surfaced in the Pei surnamed man’s eyes.

Pei Yuchun was not particularly strong, but he had a powerful son. The yao martial artist who attacked Zhao Hao in the arena under the alias Wang Chen was none other than Pei Yuchun’s eldest son, Pei Xuan. Otherwise, Pei Yuchun would never have been able to enlist an expert of that level. With Pei Xuan’s help, the Pei Family had secretly established ties with the Yao Heavenly Palace, quietly accumulating strength and expanding their power. Now that Pei Yuchun was dead, Pei Xuan would not let the matter rest.

After I go back, I’ll push the responsibility onto Zhao Hao. I’ll make him the scapegoat and let Pei Xuan vent his anger on him, the Pei-surnamed man thought to himself.

Only in this way could the risks be minimized and prevent Pei Xuan from provoking someone he could not afford to offend. Lin Zheyu knew nothing about having inadvertently provoked Pei Xuan, a yao martial artist, by killing Pei Yuchun. Even if he did know, he would not care. Before long, he would completely abandon the identity of Zhao Hao and join the Wuji Sect under the name and appearance of Lin Zheyu. By then, it would not be easy for the other party to find him.

When he first arrived in Wuling City, Lin Zheyu had intended to join another sect using his real name and original appearance. He had even befriended Wang Jing from the northern lands under the identity of Lin Zheyu. Unfortunately, a series of unexpected events later occurred, inexplicably leading him to his current situation. Fortunately, the outcome was not bad. With the entire Southern Barbarian Region now fallen, Lin Zheyu no longer needed to worry about exposing his identity, and reverting to his original appearance and name was merely a matter of going with the flow.

After resting for about an hour, Lin Zheyu resumed his challenges. Having witnessed his formidable lightness and movement techniques, the martial artists beneath the arena felt they stood no chance of victory. From that point on until the end of the morning challenge matches, no one else stepped onto the stage.

”Young Master Zhao, congratulations on becoming the first martial artist this year to obtain the title of a hundred undefeated victories. Please come this way. After registering over there, you may collect your reward,” as Lin Zheyu stepped down from the arena, a Wuji Sect disciple looked at him with a hint of awe and said respectfully.

”Alright, thank you for the trouble.” Lin Zheyu nodded.

He exchanged greetings with Li Mengxi and the others, then followed the disciple to a nearby registration desk. The person in charge was a young and beautiful woman. Her aura was robust, indicating she was a martial artist at the third transformation of blood qi. After the registration was completed and his identity confirmed, the woman entered the room and only emerged again after a long while.

”Young Master Zhao, this is your reward. This Great Strength Vajra Fist can be cultivated by you, or passed on for others to practice, but the visualization diagram within is only sufficient for a single martial artist. If it is shared for joint cultivation, it may prevent you from comprehending the true mysteries of the Great Strength Vajra Fist,” the woman reminded him deliberately.

”Thank you for the reminder,” Lin Zheyu nodded and said.

He accepted the technique, put it away, and walked to the edge of the plaza.

”Greetings, Elder Yang.” Lin Zheyu bowed toward Elder Yang.

”Well done,” Elder Yang looked at Lin Zheyu and said with a smile, clearly in a good mood.

”Next, you may stroll around Wuji Manor and get to know talented martial artists from other sects. You can also return to Wuling City first if you wish. Just remember to come back on the day the martial cultivation exchange meeting ends,” Elder Yang said leisurely while rocking his recliner.

”Yes. I will stay in Wuji Manor and look around, and also take the opportunity to study the Great Strength Vajra Fist,” Lin Zheyu replied.

”Very good. On the path of martial cultivation, no matter how high one’s natural talent is, one must remain grounded and practice diligently,” Elder Yang said approvingly.

He was extremely satisfied with Zhao Hao. Whether it was mental fortitude, martial cultivation talent, or temperament, everything suited his tastes. After accompanying Elder Yang to watch several more battles, Lin Zheyu took his leave. Having fought against many talented martial artists, battles between ordinary martial artists now felt rather dull to him.

After leaving the plaza, Lin Zheyu suddenly remembered that he had not yet collected his silver and turned back. Previously, he had instructed the betting manager to place wagers on his victory in every match. Later, Elder Yang had promised that for each victory, he could earn a reward of 10,000 taels of silver. After dozens of battles, he should have accumulated more than 400,000 taels of silver, which was no small sum.

”Young Master Zhao, you have finally come. These are your winnings. A total of 460,000 taels of silver. We have already exchanged them into silver notes for you,” said the manager who handed over the notes respectfully.

Lin Zheyu accepted the silver notes, feeling deeply moved. Not long ago, he had been worrying about money. Yet in such a short time, his total savings had already reached an astonishing 520,000 taels of silver.

”Brother Zhao, we have been waiting for you for a long time. Obtaining the title of a hundred undefeated victories is a joyous occasion. We must celebrate properly.”

As he walked out of the plaza, Li Mengxi and the others were already waiting there.