Chapter 11

For ten days, exactly ten days, Yuan Long took a sixth-grade Minor Nine Turn Pill and directly advanced from the 3rd stage to the mid-4th stage.

The Iron Shirt technique even reached the 4th level, and the armor he wore was changed repeatedly.

From the initial fine iron, to the current thousand-year-old cold iron, the entire set of armor cost six thousand taels.

However, these six thousand taels were not wasted. Besides weighing over four thousand catties, it provided Yuan Long with excellent defense.

In terms of strength, Yuan Long also completely surpassed Bai Chen. The enhancement of strength by the Iron Shirt and Vajra Power had reached an outrageous level.

Even Bai Chen could not withstand Yuan Long's full-force punch, especially when he wore cold iron gloves. The extreme manifestation of strength was simply outrageous.

And the two-thousand-catty stone mill in the courtyard was directly crushed into powder under his assault.

However, the advantage of having money was that they quickly got a 6,000-catty stone mill.

When this stone mill was delivered, it took ten old oxen to pull it to the foot of the mountain, but Yuan Long pushed it up the mountain alone, leaving the villagers who delivered it completely stunned.

Bai Chen's cultivation had also advanced quite rapidly in the past few days. Although he had not advanced to the 5th stage, his true qi had already reached the peak of the 4th stage, and his resistance to attacks had reached a new height.

There was also the terrifying defensive power of the Iron Shirt and the 2,000 points of strength gained after breaking through to the 5th level.

Cultivation Level: Postnatal 4th Stage.

Internal Martial Arts: Lower Rank 1st Grade of the "Healing the World Technique," Growth Value 1/1/2

Health: 20,000/20,000

Internal Power: 19,000/19,000

True Qi: 1,900/2,000

Karma Value: 0/100

Constitution: 100 + 1,900

Strength: 100 + 1,900 + 2,000

Speed: 100 + 3,800

Insight: 16 + 4

Iron Shirt 5th Level: 2,000/5,000

Each increase in attributes gave Bai Chen immense satisfaction, especially when he saw the cumulative attributes, the continuous reaching of new heights felt like having a divine skill in hand, feeling invincible.

The only thing that made Bai Chen unhappy was that he owed Jiesha 1,000 merits ten days ago, with daily interest of three percent, the principal and interest had already become 4,000 merits.

Saving one person only gave 10 merits, meaning Bai Chen had to save at least four hundred people in one day to pay off the debt.

Every time he thought about this, Bai Chen felt like cursing. "You damn monk, actually lending money at high interest!"

It was noon, and Yuan Long ran into the courtyard, sweating profusely, with a look of panic but more excitement and agitation.

"They're here! They're here!!"

Bai Chen immediately rose from his meditation, his eyes shining with a sharp light.

As his cultivation improved, Bai Chen's aura became increasingly heavy. Even Yuan Long felt a sense of oppression every time he faced Bai Chen.

Bai Chen's chest heaved slightly, unable to hide his excitement: "Today, we will use the Mountain Travel Sect to revive our Boundless Sect's name!"

Roar—

Yuan Long was already roaring with excitement, his muscles under the armor exuding a savage and brutal power.

Qin Youwei, full of confidence, led a group of Mountain Travel Sect disciples, accompanied by the sect's leader, Mountain Wu Xing, and four elders.

Originally, Mountain Wu Xing wanted to take revenge himself, but he thought that if this matter could win Qin Youwei's favor, it would be an unexpected pleasure.

So when Qin Youwei requested to personally lead the Mountain Travel Sect disciples to seek justice for Mountain Wu Xing, Mountain Wu Xing naturally诉说了自己的委屈和无量宗的蛮横无理。

Zhang Qiao'er leaned against Qin Youwei's shoulder, the two riding the same horse, looking extremely affectionate.

Even in front of everyone, Qin Youwei's hands were not idle, casually touching Zhang Qiao'er's body.

Finally, the group stopped in front of the Boundless Mountain. Qin Youwei frowned slightly, looking at the flat, short mountain.

"Is this the gate of the Boundless Sect?"

"Indeed, just like the people of the Boundless Sect, they are low and dirty." Zhang Qiao'er pouted, her eyes flashing with a hint of mockery.

"Send someone to call the people of the Boundless Sect down. I want to see what kind of skills they have to dare to touch the people of the Danqi Sect."

Without needing the Mountain Travel Sect disciples to go up the mountain, two people came down, precisely Bai Chen and Yuan Long, taking the initiative to attack.

Several disciples pointed at Bai Chen and whispered a few words in Mountain Wu Xing's ear, making his face even more grim and fierce.

Bai Chen's gaze swept over all the Mountain Travel Sect members, finally landing on Qin Youwei and Zhang Qiao'er, and said in a neutral tone: "Thief and harlot."

"Bold!" Mountain Wu Xing shouted, pointing at Bai Chen: "Ignorant brat, do you know who Young Master Qin is!"

Qin Youwei originally showed a hint of anger when he heard Bai Chen's words, but quickly suppressed it. At least in front of everyone, he did not want to lose his dignity.

"Old dog, who are you?"

"Rude!" The Mountain Travel Sect disciples immediately shouted in indignation.

Mountain Wu Xing coldly snorted, his gaze filled with killing intent: "You killed my son, and now you dare to be insolent in front of me. If you have any remorse, kneel and kowtow, and I will leave you a whole body!"

"So you are that little bastard's father." Bai Chen glanced at Mountain Wu Xing, his face full of disdain: "If you all kneel and kowtow, I will leave you a whole body."

"Bai Chen, look at this old man. Can he even have a son? I bet his wife had an affair, or maybe he borrowed a rooster to lay an egg."

Yuan Long muttered in Bai Chen's ear, but the low voice was not low at all, clearly intended to humiliate.

"You... What did you say!" Mountain Wu Xing could no longer bear it, angrily drawing his sword and pointing it at the two.

"Master, let me teach these two ignorant brats a lesson, to show them that our Mountain Travel Sect is not to be bullied."

The one speaking was Mountain Wu Xing's eldest disciple, Chen Musan, who was highly favored by Mountain Wu Xing. His cultivation had already reached the 4th stage, perhaps slightly inferior to the elders, but far superior to the other disciples.

"Bai Chen, I'll take care of it!" Yuan Long took two large steps, his giant steps causing the ground to tremble.

Chen Musan coldly snorted, raising his sword and thrusting it at Yuan Long. He was confident that among the younger generation, no one could match him.

His 4th stage internal power and true qi were the result of three years of arduous cultivation, far beyond what ordinary disciples could understand.

Full of ambition upon his return from seclusion, he wanted to make a name for himself, especially during this major event within the sect.

The Mountain Travel Sect's Clear Mind Technique was a lower rank 1st grade internal martial art. This technique was not exclusive to the Mountain Travel Sect; it was used by over a dozen surrounding sects.

The Clear Mind Technique emphasized speed, and Chen Musan's speed was extremely fast. His sword had already reached Yuan Long's chest, the tip pointing at his heart.

The Mountain Travel Sect disciples couldn't help but cheer, thinking this battle had no other outcome.

Chen Musan's sword was already in front of the giant, but the giant had not reacted at all, truly weak.

Flying Immortal Sword!

Mountain Wu Xing couldn't help but nod, the coldness on his face turning into a warm smile.

Zhang Qiao'er smiled brightly, her gaze on Chen Musan filled with affection.

Clang—

Suddenly, a metallic clash echoed, and Chen Musan's face changed. His sword tip had pierced the giant's chest but had not penetrated at all.

Yuan Long seemed to have anticipated this result, grabbing Chen Musan's sword with his large hand.

Seeing Yuan Long's action, Chen Musan sneered, lightly shaking the hilt, confident that he would cut off the barbarian's ten fingers.

"Barbarians are barbarians, doing such a foolish thing."

"The Boundless Sect is only this level, even seeking death they rush forward."

The Mountain Travel Sect disciples all wore mocking expressions, unable to resist laughing out loud.

"Break!"

However, the result was not as they expected. Yuan Long's fingers were not cut, but the fine sword in his hand was twisted into a pretzel.

Chen Musan was shocked, forgetting to let go of the hilt. Yuan Long pulled hard, dragging Chen Musan to his face.

Holding Chen Musan by the hair with one hand, all the disciples were stunned. Mountain Wu Xing was horrified: "Stop!"

Yuan Long's face turned cold, and he punched Chen Musan's dantian, then kicked him in the chest, sending him flying dozens of feet away.

"This is your retribution for Ah Lan!" Yuan Long roared like a beast, his fighting spirit burning.

"How is this possible? How could the eldest brother be so weak?"

"The eldest brother is a 4th stage expert, even compared to the four elders, he is not much weaker."

"How could this barbarian defeat the eldest brother in one move?"

"It must be a coincidence, it must be a coincidence!"

A old man suddenly jumped out from the Mountain Travel Sect crowd. This old man was Chen Tie San, the elder of the Mountain Travel Sect and Chen Musan's grandfather. His face was filled with hatred.

Yuan Long's two moves, though not fatal, had broken nine ribs in Chen Musan's chest and destroyed his dantian, leaving him a cripple. His hands were not gentle.

"I will kill you!" Chen Tie San gritted his teeth, his gaze filled with unspeakable hatred.

"Kill me? With you?" Yuan Long's face was expressionless, only his fighting spirit was wild: "I heard you have four elders, come on, all of you!"

"Arrogant!"

"Ignorant, do you know what you are saying?"

"Does the Boundless Sect only produce such idiots?"

Qin Youwei's face was thoughtful, then he smiled coldly and said to the Mountain Travel Sect people: "That barbarian is wearing armor made of cold iron, and his gloves are also made of cold iron."

"Of course, no wonder he is so arrogant. He thinks that with a set of cold iron armor, he can fight four elders?"

"The eldest brother was also deceived by this."

"Of course, otherwise with the eldest brother's 4th stage strength, how could he lose to a barbarian with only brute strength?"

Chen Tie San's eyes were even more fierce: "Your vital points are covered by armor, but what about the exposed parts of your body?"

Yuan Long and Bai Chen exchanged a glance, both showing a mischievous smile.

Chen Tie San coldly snorted and used the same move as Chen Musan, the Flying Immortal Sword.

This time, Chen Tie San was smarter and did not aim for Yuan Long's chest but for his exposed throat.

Yuan Long still did not move, and the sword drew blood. All the Mountain Travel Sect disciples cheered, even the originally grim Mountain Wu Xing showed a hint of a smile, clearly foreseeing the outcome.

However, Chen Tie San was shocked. His sword had injured Yuan Long, but it felt like stabbing a rock, only scraping the skin of Yuan Long's throat without truly hurting him.

The sword slid off, and Yuan Long's large hand already grabbed for Chen Tie San, who quickly retreated several steps.

His experience and strength were indeed higher than Chen Musan, but he was only a fraction faster, almost being caught by Yuan Long.

"He... He has practiced external techniques!!" Chen Tie San trembled, shouting in shock.