Rise from a Low-class Family to Martial Artist

“What brings you here, miss?”

Below the city gate, Gu Kong looked at Murong Yan.

“I want to know what realm the Innate Martial Artists from the Eight Desolate Domain are in this time?”

Upon hearing Murong Yan’s inquiry, Gu Kong did not answer but instead asked back, “What do you mean by this, miss?”

“If the Innate Martial Artists coming are not strong, perhaps I can help delay them for half a two-hour.”

“You can delay Innate Powerhouses?”

Gu Kong’s eyes were filled with skepticism; the realm of the woman before him was similar to his own, both being in the First Grade Realm, which is indistinguishable from Ninth Grade to an Innate Martial Artist.

A First-Grade Martial Artist delaying an Innate Martial Artist for half a two-hour was something he did not believe.

“This person must have only just entered the Innate Realm. If they are in the middle period of the Innate First Realm, I could at most delay them for a quarter of a two-hour.”

Murong Yan knew he wouldn’t believe her easily, and said softly, “Though I have not entered the Innate Realm, I cultivate a special Divine Soul Technique that can affect the divine soul of an Innate Martial Artist, making them fall into an Illusion Realm.”

After finishing her words, Murong Yan gently blinked beneath her veil, “Sir, perhaps you should check where you are right now.”

“Where?”

Gu Kong was stunned and looked around, his expression changing instantly. He realized he was ten zhang away from the city gate.

But before the woman’s reminder, he had been under the gate.

Illusion Realm!

Gu Kong thought of the Illusion Realm mentioned by the woman just now, realizing he had unknowingly been caught in the opponent’s illusion. What kind of Divine Soul Technique was this that made him fall victim unnoticed?

Below Innate, could one still cultivate Divine Soul Techniques?

But now was not the time to ponder such things; the strength of the woman’s Divine Soul Illusion Technique left him with a bold idea in his mind.

“It’s useless; my Illusion Realm can make one fall unknowingly, provided there is no danger. Once there’s a dangerous action, Innate Martial Artists can sense it.”

Murong Yan slightly shook her head; apart from the difference in strength, there was another distinction between Innate Martial Artists and Grade-Entering Martial Artists. When they sense a fatal threat, Innate Martial Artists develop a sixth sense intuition.

“I can only delay, but the premise is that I need an uninterrupted environment.”

“Alright, leave this to me. Is there anything else you need?” Gu Kong no longer doubted the woman’s words.

“If there’s a pill that can restore the divine soul, even better.”

Grade-Entering Martial Artists are not devoid of a divine soul; they just cannot manipulate it like Innate Martial Artists because their divine soul is too weak.

“I will provide the pill.”

Gu Kong agreed directly. He was tasked with guarding Qianye City, and in special circumstances, the pills in Qianye City’s pharmacy could be used freely; now was such a special circumstance.

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That night, the moonlight was bright.

Outside Qianye City, the ground trembled.

Nearly a hundred black dots approached the city gate swiftly.

Gu Kong stood atop the city wall, his sword-hand slightly trembling, his gaze instinctively glancing at Murong Yan seated cross-legged in the corner of the city gate.

“Here they come!”

This remark served as a reminder to the others present and also informed Murong Yan.

“Qianye City, seize Qianye City, slaughter according to the rules!”

One thousand zhang away, Xu Ke gazed at Qianye City with a cruel expression, while the martial artists behind him also bore greedy looks in their eyes.

The benefits of city slaughter were no secret among the martial artists of the Eight Desolate Domain. The resources reaped from one city slaughter could be equivalent to years or even decades of accumulation.

“Lord Xu, just leave this Qianye City to us. After the city falls, we will gather the city’s beauties for you, Lord Xu.”

An old man spoke with flattery, having followed Lord Xu for months, they understood this Lord Xu very well; he was a lustful ghost, always surrounded by women.

“Go ahead.”

Xu Ke’s eyes harbored a wicked gleam. It wasn’t his first city slaughter; each time he sacked a city, the unrestrained defilement of the so-called noblewomen of the Martial Arts Clan in the city gave him endless pleasure.

He was born ordinary, and by fifty years old only reached the First Grade Realm. Based on his cultivation progress, he’d never have a chance of entering the Innate Realm in his lifetime, but the war between the Eight Desolate Domain and the Canglan Domain gave him a chance. By fighting hard in the earlier battles and finding two bottles of precious pills from the corpse of a deceased Innate Martial Artist, he managed to break through to the Innate Realm.

After stepping into the Innate Realm, the first thing Xu Ke did upon returning hometown was to slaughter all the clans in the city that looked down on him. As for the women in those clans, he ravaged them to death.

During this process, Xu Ke found that his realm actually improved somewhat, which made him ecstatic.

Originally, he never expected to enter the Innate Realm and therefore didn’t know much about the cultivation for Innate Martial Artists. But he had heard one thing: in cultivating as Innate Martial Artists, the divine soul is extremely crucial.

And satisfying one’s desires is a method of divine soul enhancement.

Hundreds of martial artists from the Eight Desolate Domain rushed straight toward Qianye City. On finding the city gate unguarded, these martial artists paused for a moment but didn’t care; with Lord Xu overseeing, the martial artists of Qianye City could stir no waves.

As hundreds of martial artists from Eight Desolate Domain entered the city, Gu Kong and others from within appeared and began to engage fiercely with the invaders.

Xu Ke looked down at the battle below, his face showing disdain—a bunch of ants making a last-ditch resistance.

However, he was in no hurry to intervene; he would let these ants fight on.

Xu Ke hovered in the air like a deity, while down below, on the battlefield, the martial artists of Eight Desolate Domain gradually began to gain the upper hand…