Kill Me More Times, I’ll Become Invincible

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At noon, the sun hung high in the sky.

Qiao Mu and the shape-shifting Impermanent Demon Cat walked side by side on the mountain path. The mist in front gradually dispersed in the sunlight, revealing the mountain village halfway up the mountain in the distance.

"Xishan Village is almost here."

"Remember, I’m called Zhou Mu now. Don’t call me by the wrong name, okay?" Qiao Mu reminded the Impermanent Demon Cat beside him.

The reputation of the Qiao family member was very well-known among martial artists, so he could easily find out about Xishan Village.

However, his reputation was too great. Even if the Spear Saint was reincarnated, he would still be considered a junior to him. So, this time, he didn’t intend to use the identity of the Qiao family member.

The Impermanent Demon Cat opened its mouth, with wide eyes and a young girl’s face, softly chanting, "Zhou… Zhou…"

"When did I ever teach you to use repetition in words?" Qiao Mu sighed, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

It’s easier to talk about the cat’s original form as a cat, after all, cats are a bit silly, which makes them more adorable.

But the spirit was wearing the face of a young girl, with a wise expression, yet couldn’t speak smoothly, giving off a noticeable silly aura.

"Forget it, just be quiet today, talk less, make fewer mistakes, okay?" said Qiao Mu.

"I understand." The spirit nodded as if pretending, but there was still some wisdom shining through his big round eyes.

The mountain village ahead was getting closer.

Xishan Village was usually covered in thick fog, even during the day. Although the fog had dispersed by now, there were still dew drops on the green grass along the mountain road.

Xishan Village was nestled against the West Mountain, with houses scattered neatly, appearing to have around a thousand households.

However, at the village entrance, about a hundred people had already gathered. These people were dressed in short martial arts attire, obviously martial artists coming after hearing the news.

When Qiao Mu and Unchang entered the village entrance, several pairs of eyes immediately turned towards them. They briefly locked eyes with Qiao Mu before looking away.

"Hmm? Are there really skilled people interested in ‘Birds Adoring the Phoenix Spear’?" Wu Qiankun and Qiao Mu shared a brief glance before silently acknowledging each other and looking away, feeling a bit surprised.

Being spiritual refining experts and superb martial artists like them, their intuition was sharp. Even though both had changed their appearances using the Flesh Changing Skill to hide their identities, they could still sense each other’s presence faintly.

"This person is quite strong, with restrained sharpness in his eyes like a sheathed sword. Although the edge is not visible, there is already some momentum." Wu Qiankun pondered.

"From this perspective, this person’s Spiritual Refining Martial Art skills may not be inferior to mine."

"Is the Spear Saint’s reputation so illustrious? Besides me, there are spiritual refining superb martial artists coming to this remote village?"

Although Wu Qiankun was somewhat surprised, he left it at that.

Strong spiritual refining skills only indicate firm mind and sharp intuition, not necessarily strength in actual combat.

After mastering the Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill and hunting down many cultivators consecutively, Wu Qiankun’s martial arts cultivation progressed rapidly, advancing by leaps and bounds.

During the era of great internal strife following the creation of the Martial Saint Spiritual Technique, the number and quality of high-grade martial artists born during that time exceeded any previous era.

The Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill, a miraculous martial art, was considered revolutionary for the old martial arts world.

From the day Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill appeared in the world, Wu Qiankun knew that from then on, no one in the martial arts world would be able to match him.

Taotie devoured the heavens; their enemies were no longer martial artists on the ground but celestial immortals above.

The present-day Wu Qiankun was no longer the same as before. Even if the Spear Saint, the former leader of martial arts, were to return, he would not be a match for Wu Qiankun.

Despite the Spear Saint’s exceptional skills in spear techniques, reaching the pinnacle of ancient martial arts, Wu Qiankun could still overpower him with his strength and skill.

In the martial arts world, only a handful like Yan Shenji, who lived to be three hundred years old, could rival Wu Qiankun.

Yan Shenji was an extraordinary individual not belonging to this era, a one-of-a-kind person by all accounts.

After all, how could an unparalleled master appear out of nowhere in front of Wu Qiankun without him knowing?

The hidden strong martial artists who practice ancient martial arts method cannot be stronger than the Spear Saint and Eight-armed Heavenly Dragon of olden days.

The strong martial artists who practice modern martial arts method are all closely related to the Wuji Association, and Wu Qiankun definitely knows about it.

So, all in all, in today’s martial arts world, Wu Qiankun is considered a top strong martial artist below the four top masters but above everyone else.

But just as he thought about this, Wu Qiankun suddenly remembered Qiao Shuanggui from the Qiao family, whom he once crossed hands with, making him feel a little uneasy.

According to common sense…

There are at most one or two hidden strong martial artists.

Because martial arts skills are not cultivated in deep mountains and old forests, without experiencing the world, without competing against contemporary heroes, without undergoing life and death struggles, how can one be called a strong martial artist?

But what’s the matter with Qiao family member?

Yan Shenji is a 300-year-old martial arts legend, how could he lose to an unknown elder from the Qiao family?

"His thoughts were in a jumble," Wu Qiankun frowned.

For some reason, since just now, his mind has been a bit confused…

"Perhaps it’s because there have been too many cultivator killings recently, his mind is not clear enough, occasionally having distracting thoughts…"

"Even though today is about seizing martial arts skills, we still need to give Spear Saint some face, after all, he is a senior in the martial arts world from the generation of an adoptive father."

"If the descendants of Spear Saint want to follow the rules, then let’s start by following the rules."

Wu Qiankun’s gaze fell on a young man standing beside him, holding a spear, with a tall and straight figure and black hair like a pine tree.

"Long. Today’s matter relies entirely on the spear in your hands," Wu Qiankun said softly.

"Of course," the black-haired young man with long flowing hair had a indifferent expression.

"Since the descendants of Spear Saint want to find a successor in spear technique, then, looking at the entire Jiu Province, it’s hard to find someone comparable to me."

His name is Wu Rulong, he is one of the surviving seventy-two wise men, who are talented disciples in the Martial Saint’s three thousand martial arts disciples, ranking fifty.

Now, as he practices the Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill, he has reached the 1st rank of Spiritual Refining Period, just needing more time and accumulation of battles to reach the superb rank.

As one of the seventy-two wise men, he has the highest talent in spear skills among the disciples of Martial Saint, naturally meeting the selection criteria for the descendants of Spear Saint.

People in the martial world gather in small groups, not speaking much, just quietly waiting.

Before long, a thin old man with short beard walked out from the crowd.

"I am Zhao Hu, the head of the Zhao family today," the old man bowed.

This old man doesn’t look very good, with sunken eye sockets, sparse hair, pale complexion, several layers of wrinkles on his forehead, appearing to be an aging martial artist.

Only his eyes are still bright, he scanned around, and finally fixed his gaze on Qiao Mu, Wu Qiankun, and others disguised as common folks, his expression slightly stiff.

Qiao Mu seemed a bit surprised, "Hmm?"

The old man named Zhao Hu seemed to be very good at understanding people’s feelings, he sensed that someone was aware of his presence.

Despite his sharp perception, this person looked very sick, with a pale face, showing signs of severe decline in strength. It seemed like he wouldn’t have much energy left if he were to fight.

Besides Zhao Hu, there were other people from the Zhao family present. Qiao Mu looked around and realized that there were no strong individuals worth noting.

Even among the strong warriors in the Spiritual Refining Period, Zhao Hu was the only one.

In the ancient martial arts world where they practiced, it was rare to find exceptional martial artists like Zhao Hu.

Not to mention the Spear Saint.

Even someone as powerful as Founding Emperor Yan couldn’t train a superb martial artist among his descendants in the past three hundred years.

The Imperial Guards commander Chu Tianming was only able to appear after recruiting talented individuals from outside the Jiu Province and finding exceptional talents among them.

The sickly old man Zhao Hu cleared his throat and looked at Qiao Mu and the others.

"Actually, I just want to find a young talented person who is calm and wise, to inherit my father, Spear Saint’s book ‘Birds Adoring the Phoenix Spear’, and carry out his final wish."

"All of you are renowned figures in the martial arts world of Jiu Province, so it doesn’t seem right to compete with the younger generation."

"I’m not young myself, my eyesight is failing, but if you esteemed guests could watch the battle and guide the younger generation in their martial arts, it would help my Zhao family find a talented individual, and ease the urgent situation in Xishan Village."

"I have a small gift, the martial arts teachings left by my father, which I’m willing to share with you all."

After these words were spoken, the crowd of martial artists quieted down slightly, not giving up on the idea of competition just because of the so-called ‘Spear Saint’s martial arts teachings’.

After all, these martial arts manuals are always sought after by the strong.

Every family has its own rules, Spear Saint may have had a great reputation, but he’s long gone. Now, the Zhao family only has this old man left. Why should we follow your rules?

These martial artists didn’t immediately rush forward to force Zhao Hu to hand over the manual, showing that the influence of Spear Saint still lingered.

Finally, Wu Qiankun was the first to step forward and speak up.

"That makes sense," he said loudly.

"The Spear Saint was a hero from the past. Whoever can inherit his spear skills must be a young hero, not an old stubborn person with thick skin."

"Oh? Who’s the old stubborn person?" A white-haired strange man in the crowd sneered, about to step forward, but suddenly saw a burly figure appear before him.

With a scream, the white-haired strange man was torn in half by Wu Qiankun, blood splattering everywhere.

"Such a skilled person is actually supporting the descendant of the Spear Saint?" The people from the martial world were surprised.

"With such strength, why not just attack directly instead of following the rules?"

Under Wu Qiankun’s intimidation, although people were doubtful, no one dared to speak up.

Wu Qiankun was clearly showing support for Zhao Hu.

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