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Chapter Forty-Five: Unsealing the Seal of Long Xiao Wu
"Kid, you and this useless guy's Barbecue Restaurant are really making a fortune. Each person gets a Spirit Qi Pill every month. With our Outer Sect's Three Thousand People, that's three thousand Spirit Qi Pills a month! Although we know that all the Spiritual Pills have been taken by that damn Elder Long, this kid is one thing, but as the nephew of an Inner Sect Elder, you must have gotten quite a bit too. Just hand over a hundred or so for us brothers to taste, and we'll let you off! Otherwise, you'll regret it!" A young man sneered, his mouth twisted in a threatening manner.
Suddenly, a sharp sound echoed in everyone's ears.
As Long Xiao Wu faced off against the crowd and the young man, a cocky boy sneaked up behind him and slapped Zhao Yang on the back of his head. Zhao Yang stumbled forward, his brow furrowing in pain. Clearly, the operation of his Spirit Energy in Great Circulation had not yet finished; stopping it recklessly would lead to severe backlash and damage to his meridians.
"You’re looking for death!" Long Xiao Wu shouted in anger, rushing towards the boy and throwing a punch at him.
The boy chuckled, sliding back as if on ice, effortlessly gliding three yards away. He laughed, "Just a trash at the Qi Refinement Stage Level Three. Do you really think you can do whatever you want just because your relative is an Inner Sect Elder? I, Li Heng, am not afraid."
Li Heng wore a mocking expression. He was at the sixth level of Refining Qi with dual Gold and Wind Spiritual Roots, known for his powerful attacks and incredible speed. He had always looked down on others; among the New Disciples, aside from the deceased Han Hai, he regarded no one with any respect.
"If there's something to settle, come at me directly. Sneak attacks while someone is cultivating? What kind of skill is that? I’ll say it again: if you truly anger me, I’ll wipe out everyone in the Outer Sect!" Long Xiao Wu stomped his foot in frustration as he couldn't catch up to Li Heng.
"Hahaha! A trash at Qi Refinement Stage Level Three dares to threaten us like this? Brothers, let’s see how this Three-Inch Pig will wipe us out!" The leading youth incited his companions and kicked towards Zhao Yang's chest.
Long Xiao Wu quickly stepped in front of Zhao Yang and caught the youth's kick with force, flipping him over. The youth embarrassed himself in front of everyone, and a fierce killing intent flashed in his eyes.
Encouraged by their leader's provocation, the crowd surged forward to kick Zhao Yang. Long Xiao Wu protected him fiercely, swinging his arms around to fend off attackers. Even though he took several punches himself, he aimed to severely injure those who struck him. Those who charged forward initially thought this chubby boy was only bold because of his connection to an Inner Sect Elder; they never expected his physical strength to be so formidable. Anyone he touched suffered broken bones and torn muscles amidst cries of pain.
Seeing this, others quickly backed away. One shouted, "No wonder! Turns out he's just a waste training his body; we won’t engage him in close combat."
"And what if we do?" Li Heng said as he expertly maneuvered beside Long Xiao Wu and struck at his waist. Long Xiao Wu retaliated with a backhand slap towards Li Heng, who merely chuckled and swiftly floated away like the wind.
A red flash shot through the crowd, whoosh!
It was a flying dagger!
The target of the dagger was none other than Zhao Yang.
Long Xiao Wu never expected that someone would actually try to kill Zhao Yang. He stepped in front of Zhao Yang and caught the flying dagger with his bare hand. Blood dripped down, but Long Xiao Wu showed no sign of pain. His eyes burned with fierce anger as he glared at Leader Youth, who was grinning triumphantly from behind the crowd.
While everyone was in an uproar, they continued to taunt like spectators at a circus, picking up stones and bricks to throw at Zhao Yang and Long Xiao Wu. Long Xiao Wu couldn’t fend off such an attack alone, and someone shouted, “Charge! If we kill them, we can grab the Spirit Qi Pill!” With that, everyone surged forward, unleashing spells and weapons without regard for their fellow sect members or whether Long Xiao Wu was the nephew of an Inner Sect Elder. After all, in a crowd, no one would take the blame; even if the Inner Sect Elder were to blame them later, they wouldn’t be the ones leading the charge. Surely, he wouldn’t kill them all.
Chaos erupted in the dojo as Long Xiao Wu was surrounded and beaten. He could no longer protect Zhao Yang, who was kicked repeatedly by several people and had already spat out blood. He was already injured, and now his wounds were worsening. Coupled with the large amount of Spirit Qi Pills he had consumed, his Spirit Energy was running rampant within him and needed to be suppressed. Being kicked and beaten multiple times only exacerbated his condition.
Long Xiao Wu, now truly enraged by the beating he received from the crowd, suddenly manifested two golden little dragons in his palms. The golden scales shimmered vividly, almost lifelike like a True Dragon. Though he had been knocked to the ground by the crowd, he didn’t care who it was; he randomly struck out at a leg in front of him. A scream echoed as that leg instantly withered away, causing a young man to collapse in agony.
The crowd surrounding Long Xiao Wu thought he simply overpowered one of their own and broke his leg. Ignoring it completely, they continued their assault. However, one scream after another rang out; every leg touched by the golden little dragons in Long Xiao Wu’s hands withered away instantly. In no time, over twenty people lay on the ground howling in pain. Fortunately for Long Xiao Wu, his tough skin allowed him to withstand their blows long enough to unleash his counterattack; having been toughened up by his family since childhood meant that an ordinary person would have been killed long ago.
As the crowd dispersed and saw those rolling on the ground clutching their legs in agony—bones exposed where flesh once was—they collectively gasped in shock.
“It’s an evil Cultivation Method! Everyone, let’s kill him together!” Leader Youth Chen Luan incited the group, labeling Long Xiao Wu with this title.
No one cared whether Long Xiao Wu was the nephew of an Inner Sect Elder anymore; they brandished their weapons intending to slay him. Some even took out their family heirlooms imbued with Spirit Energy.
Long Xiao Wu stood firm amidst it all, showing no fear as he felt a series of crackling sounds within him like silkworms breaking free from their cocoons. Waves of faint light began to emanate from his body.
Four layers, five layers, six layers, seven layers!
"Seal the first layer, release!" Long Xiao Wu's expression remained calm as his cultivation level surged from the third layer of Qi Refinement Stage to the seventh layer in an instant. Several other cultivators who had also concealed their levels noticed the change in Long Xiao Wu's aura and felt the fluctuations of his True Qi. Their faces changed dramatically, shock coursing through their hearts, and they revealed a hint of malice in their eyes.
Before the crowd could get close, they were inexplicably sent flying backward, their screams echoing as Long Xiao Wu simply stomped on the ground. From beneath the surface, several golden little dragons that ordinary people could not see swiftly burrowed into the earth and vanished.
"This is my first time using Dragon Devour to harm others away from home. I had planned to wait until after reaching Foundation Establishment Stage to make a grand entrance, but I didn't expect to expose myself too soon," Long Xiao Wu sighed inwardly.
The others, witnessing this scene, began to retreat. They had only been in the sect for a little over a month and were still newcomers. Although they had learned the Universal Spirit Technique from Myriad Spirit Sect, they had yet to grasp it fully. Even if they did understand it, they lacked any offensive skills. In the cultivation world, cultivation methods are divided into mental techniques and skills; mental techniques are fundamental to cultivation but are merely basic tools for a cultivator's growth. A cultivator with only mental techniques and no skills was akin to an adult who couldn't fight—likely unable to defeat even a child.
The Outer Sect of Myriad Spirit Sect was where Qi Refinement Stage cultivators learned theory and practice. Only by entering Foundation Establishment Stage and becoming an Inner Sect Disciple could one learn skills suited to themselves. The vast majority were Ordinary Cultivators; very few possessed family legacies.
Despite this, some still refused to believe what they saw. How could someone they had just been able to bully suddenly become so powerful? A burly man radiating a grayish-yellow light surged from the crowd, shouting loudly as he threw a punch at Long Xiao Wu. The fierce wind from his punch heated the surrounding air, creating ripples of steam.
"That's Lin Ba, a dual-metal Spiritual Root cultivator at the peak of Qi Refinement Stage six! He possesses immense strength and incredible defense. It's said that he can punch through steel plates and break through barriers set by Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators. He's known as the best close-combat fighter in Outer Sect; this kid is in trouble!"
Facing the rapidly approaching Lin Ba, Long Xiao Wu remained unfazed. He extended his fingers and caught Lin Ba's furious punch. Long Xiao Wu's chubby palm went numb from the impact, but he did not pull away. Lin Ba shouted as he attempted to penetrate Long Xiao Wu with his forceful technique. Long Xiao Wu took two steps back, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes as a golden little dragon appeared in his palm, unseen by ordinary eyes, burrowing into Lin Ba's right arm through his fist.
In an instant, Lin Ba's right arm began to wither rapidly as vitality surged from his decaying fist into Long Xiao Wu's body. Lin Ba visibly aged at an alarming rate.
Terrified beyond belief, Lin Ba forced himself to break contact with Long Xiao Wu's hand despite the cost of depleting his own cultivation level. His right arm was left with nothing but a long bone, and a heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the dojo.
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