Infinite Save: I Cultivate Immortality Through Reincarnation

“Su Hongzhen?”

The man standing at the gate of Listening to the Waves Pavilion spoke slowly, his already gloomy eyes narrowing slightly.

He could feel the true qi radiating from the sword-bearing youth.

This was the aura of a Qi Circulation Realm cultivator.

It seemed the intelligence had been wrong.

Immediately after, the cold-faced man suddenly exerted force beneath his feet, his figure flashing; in almost a finger-snap he had rapidly closed the distance to stand before Su Hongzhen, and while the entire man hovered in midair, he raised his knee and slammed it hard into Su Hongzhen’s face.

So fast!

That was Su Hongzhen’s first reaction. He quickly raised the sword in his hand, and a huge force poured out from the blade, making his wrist go numb at once, the web of his hand splitting, blood running down from his palm onto the hilt and then dripping to the ground.

He almost dropped the sword.

Su Hongzhen retreated several steps in quick succession, steadying his breath and the trembling in his meridians, then expelled a mouthful of foul air.

It had only been a single move.

The cold-faced man landed. Looking at Su Hongzhen, his gloomy eyes seemed to add a few degrees of mockery:

“Which hand do you want me to break first? I can let you choose.”

Provoked, Su Hongzhen did not reply. He tightened his grip on the sword hilt and charged straight at the cold-faced man.

He moved very quickly.

He had channeled true qi to the soles of his feet; with the support of true qi, each step’s recoil propelled him forward.

But he was very clumsy.

There was no footwork at all, and his use of true qi had no finesse.

So the cold-faced man merely turned his body a little and easily avoided the thrusting sword.

His swordsmanship and footwork were equally awkward.

Having thrust his sword into empty air, Su Hongzhen exposed all his openings to the cold-faced man.

Then the high-cheekboned, cold-faced man reached out and lightly grabbed the wrist of Su Hongzhen’s sword hand:

“This is the hand you chose?”

No sooner had he spoken than the cold-faced man exerted force in an instant, brutally wrenching Su Hongzhen’s elbow and snapping it.

Agonizing pain made Su Hongzhen’s face immediately turn pale, sweat running down his brow.

His right hand went limp, and the sword fell toward the ground.

At once Su Hongzhen pushed with his other side; the angle at which his right arm had been broken widened beyond what it had been before.

Su Hongzhen’s left hand caught the sword as it fell toward the ground.

The blade struck the cold-faced man’s high cheekbone.

Clang!

A metallic clash rang out, sparks flying off the cold-faced man’s face.

“…”

Su Hongzhen widened his eyes, staring at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

A patronizing sneer spread across the cold-faced man’s face:

“A late-stage Body Forging Realm cultivator, supposedly impervious to blades and spears… You little insect, you don’t even know how to infuse true qi into a weapon. Even if you’re at the Qi Circulation Realm at your age, so what—you’re still just an ant.”

Then the cold-faced man lifted his foot and kicked at Su Hongzhen’s chest, sending him flying.

After tumbling once in the air, when he landed Su Hongzhen pressed his broken right arm under his body; the intense pain returned, leaving him barely able to think.

The cold-faced man walked slowly toward Su Hongzhen.

He deliberately slowed his steps as if enjoying the struggles of his prey.

Enduring the agony, the thirteen-year-old lifted his eyes and struggled to get up from the ground.

Before big brother comes out, he cannot let the enemy in…

Never!

With his left hand, Su Hongzhen once again raised the sword and thrust toward the cold-faced man.

Whoosh!

The blade split the air; when it struck the cold-faced man’s cheek this time, another metallic clash sounded.

The cold-faced man lifted his foot and slammed it with all his strength into Su Hongzhen’s knee.

Another bone-cracking sound rang out, and Su Hongzhen fell to his knees.

“Useless…”

The high-cheekboned man sneered, and then the sneer on his face froze for a moment.

He felt something warm slowly running down his cheek.

He raised his hand and wiped his face, then stared at the bright red on his fingertips, his expression turning incredulous:

Why?

Just now the little insect’s thrust did not carry even the slightest bit of true qi.

So why could it wound a late-stage Qi Circulation Realm cultivator like himself?

The cold-faced man could not comprehend it.

All he knew was that he was furious, a blind rage born of shock.

And… a chill he himself had not noticed.

Die.

Just die!

The cold-faced man strode toward Su Hongzhen, stood in front of the boy, grabbed his hair, hoisted him up from the ground, clutched the boy’s head with both hands, and prepared to exert force——

Boom!

A tremendous crash.

The cold-faced man was hurled horizontally, pinned to the wall.

He had not yet had time to react; he did not know what had happened.

When the cold-faced man came to his senses, his gaze fell on the house behind the courtyard.

There stood a youth in plain white daoist robes, calm as a breeze, looking in his direction.

“Big brother…”

Su Hongzhen, his right hand twisted and his knee smashed, endured the pain and shouted toward Chen Yan with all his remaining strength, then fainted.

Chen Yan looked down and glanced at Su Hongzhen.

No life-threatening injuries.

He then returned his gaze to the high-cheekboned man, who was pinned against the wall and whose eyes were full of gloom.

Just moments ago, Chen Yan had finally broken through to the Qi Circulation Realm.

His cultivation recovered in an instant.

This was the first time Chen Yan truly felt what it meant to be a cultivator of the upper three realms.

Whether the Martial Spring or the meridians, the true qi that had been surging within had been completely replaced by the pure spiritual energy.

Compared with when he had been at the Myriad Transformations Realm, Chen Yan’s spiritual sense was now on a completely different level.

At this very moment, any slightest rustle within the entire Jiangdu Prefecture was entirely under Chen Yan’s control.

“Someone from Mirage Palace?”

Chen Yan asked slowly, his tone very calm.

“Heh, didn’t expect a mongrel like you to even know of Mirage Palace… cough ah!!!”

The cold-faced man’s words had barely finished when he immediately let out a horrible scream that chilled listeners to the bone.

Pinned to the wall, in that instant the cold-faced man’s right thumb had been crushed into a pulpy mess, smeared evenly across the wall.