Chapter 7

"Zhao Lao Da! This Wu Yu, who was clearly already a cripple, has now broken this tree trunk. It’s only been a few days, so he must have obtained some great fortune on our Yanli Peak!" A lecherous servant with a large mole at the corner of his mouth said to Zhao Chuan, who was standing in the middle.

"Very good!" Zhao Chuan's eyes were filled with deep excitement, but he didn't show it immediately. By now, everyone had already walked up to Wu Yu.

"What do you want?" Wu Yu squinted at them, especially at Zhao Chuan. He hadn't forgotten the incident from a few days ago, where Zhao Chuan had framed him, nearly costing him his life.

"We are just very curious. Weren't you a cripple? How did you regain your strength? Could it be that you sneaked into our residence and stole our cultivation techniques?" Zhao Chuan was a true villain, always acting openly.

Wu Yu knew very well that they had seen his significant change, so they would definitely be suspicious and covetous.

"Wu Yu, you shameless thief, if you know what's good for you, return what you stole from me. I won't hold it against you." Zhao Chuan's eyes were burning with deep greed. He had been in this immortal sect for a long time but had no hope of becoming an immortal. If there was an opportunity, he would definitely fight to the death to seize it.

"First, I didn't steal anything. Second, I have nothing to give you." Wu Yu knew that Zhao Chuan was at the fourth level of the Body Tempering stage, two levels above him, with twice his strength, equivalent to twenty warhorses.

"Zhao Lao Da, kill him and be done with it!" Another burly servant said.

"Do you need to tell me? I'll give you a chance to earn merit, go ahead!" Zhao Chuan slapped his head. Honestly, he had little patience. Fortune was something that needed to be secured to be at ease.

"Thank you, Zhao Lao Da!" The burly man rushed forward, his qi and blood surging, with the strength of several warhorses, capable of breaking a tree with one punch!

"Hmph!"

This man was full of flaws, and Wu Yu didn't want to waste time. He suddenly charged forward, his flesh and blood bursting with powerful force. He kicked the burly man in the chest, and with a few cracks, the man's chest caved in, and he flew backward, rolling on the ground and screaming in pain, nearly losing his life.

"Strong!" Zhao Chuan quickly checked the burly man's injuries.

"What kind of fortune did he obtain to be so powerful?"

Just as he was puzzled, the remaining four people attacked Wu Yu together. Although they were at the same cultivation level, Wu Yu had cultivated the Indestructible Body of the Buddha. Their punches barely affected him, but when he struck back, they all spat blood and retreated, with broken arms and legs, unable to get up for half a year.

"It's your turn!"

In an instant, Wu Yu's fiery gaze was fixed on Zhao Chuan, while the others were groaning on the ground.

The feeling of settling scores was truly exhilarating!

Since heaven had given him a second chance, why not seek revenge? Zhao Chuan, who had nearly cost him his life and now wanted to take his fortune, could not be allowed to back down at this moment.

Sweat poured down Zhao Chuan's face.

It wasn't that he thought he couldn't defeat Wu Yu, but Wu Yu's straightforward and brutal approach had slightly intimidated him.

"Tiger Roar Dragon Punch!"

He retracted his fist, charged forward, and took three steps, each step using the ground for leverage! On the third step, Wu Yu was like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, his aura overwhelming. He roared loudly, the sound of a tiger's cry shaking Zhao Chuan's ears!

The most terrifying thing was that the punch exploded out, appearing in front of Zhao Chuan in the blink of an eye.

However, Zhao Chuan was no pushover. In an instant, he pulled out a long sword from somewhere and stabbed at Wu Yu.

"Do you think I, Zhao Chuan, who is the manager of the Immortal Beast Garden, am a pushover?"

He already had several methods to kill Wu Yu in mind.

"Kill him!" Everyone was filled with hatred.

"Wu Yu, you have harmed your fellow disciples with cruel means and deserve to die. Today, I, Zhao Chuan, will execute you on behalf of Immortal Su, to cleanse the sect." Zhao Chuan's face was cold, and the finely crafted steel sword in his hand shone with a cold, bloodthirsty light in the darkness, like a bone-chilling cold.

Zhao Chuan was at the fourth level of the Body Tempering stage, having reached the 'Internal Strengthening' realm, where his internal organs had been forged, his breath long, his flesh and blood refined, and his chest emitting the sounds of tigers and leopards with each breath. He was like a fierce tiger or leopard in the mountains, his cold eyes fixed on his prey, the steel sword being his sharp teeth.

"Strong." If it were the fifth level of martial arts, dealing with this opponent wouldn't be difficult, but now, Zhao Chuan had the strength of twenty warhorses, twice his own.

"This fool is Sun Wudao's man. Sun Wudao might know about his fortune. Zhao Commander, if we kill him today, tomorrow we will throw Sun Wudao off the Black Intestine Cliff, shattering his body and feeding it to the crows!"

"Who would have thought this cripple could have a turn of fortune, but meeting Zhao Lao Da is his misfortune! Zhao Lao Da, don't kill him too quickly. We can't swallow this humiliation, we must make him suffer!"

Wu Yu quietly remembered these words. He realized that what was supposed to be a lesson had now turned into a life-or-death situation.

Clang! Clang!

Zhao Chuan's steel sword trembled in the darkness, filled with killing intent.

"Zhao Chuan's signature move, the 'Blossom Rain Sword,' is a mid-grade martial art that only the best servant disciples can cultivate. A mid-grade martial art is a national treasure in our Dongyue Wu Kingdom, but in the Heavenly Sword Sect, it is given to servants as a discard."

"Zhao Chuan has twice my strength and a mid-grade martial art!"

Wu Yu hadn't expected to encounter him, and this battle was quite dangerous. Perhaps only a desperate fight to the death would give him a chance to survive.

"Die!"

In an instant, Zhao Chuan, without a word, flashed forward and swung his steel sword, creating a flurry of sword shadows and a pervasive killing intent.

"Very ruthless!"

The sword aimed straight for Wu Yu's forehead.

"Dodge!"

Unarmed, he could only evade. He used the 'Ghost Monkey Steps' to quickly retreat, and in the mountain forest, the Ghost Monkey Steps were even more effective. For a moment, the sword shadows were dense, but Wu Yu managed to dodge several attacks in a hair-raising manner.

"This cripple is no good, he can only dodge!" Zhao Chuan, enduring the pain, cursed with disdain.

"Being a coward for too long makes you spineless."

Swish! Swish!

Several branches and leaves were cut off by Zhao Chuan's sharp sword, flying away, and leaves scattered on the ground.

The cuts were as smooth as if made by a bowl, showing Zhao Chuan's exquisite sword skills!

"Blossom Rain!"

Zhao Chuan pursued relentlessly, the sword shadows transforming into pear blossoms, wave after wave. The scene was filled with sword shadows, and Wu Yu pushed the Ghost Monkey Steps to their limit, but he was still in a life-threatening situation, being chased by Zhao Chuan without a chance to counterattack. If he did, his arm would likely be severed by Zhao Chuan.

"Hmph!"

Zhao Chuan wasn't in a hurry. At this moment, he took the initiative and tore a wound under Wu Yu's ribs, blood seeping out, the cut deep to the bone.

Faintly visible, Wu Yu's bones were already flowing with a golden light, almost becoming golden bones, just short of the golden flames for the 'Golden Flame Bones' to be complete.

"Alright, Wu Yu is done for." Zhao Chuan and the others were extremely pleased.

"Die!"

Zhao Chuan fought fiercely, the 'Blossom Rain Sword' becoming a torrent of rain, enveloping Wu Yu's head. In the next half hour of intense fighting, he inflicted several more wounds on Wu Yu, his black clothes stained with blood, causing Zhao Chuan and the others to laugh maniacally.

Throughout the fight, Wu Yu didn't cry out in pain, as if the injuries weren't his own.

In fact, Zhao Chuan himself hadn't expected that he and Wu Yu would fight for half an hour. He was secretly amazed at Wu Yu's resilience.

"He must be finished." With this thought, Zhao Chuan intensified his attacks, his sword movements broad and powerful, nearly ending Wu Yu's life in their shock.

He didn't notice that a golden light flashed in Wu Yu's eyes.

"Heart Piercing!"

Zhao Chuan lunged forward, his steel sword steady like a venomous snake, finding an opportunity and suddenly stabbing at Wu Yu's chest, confident of success.

At this moment, a golden light flashed in Wu Yu's eyes, blinding Zhao Chuan. In a critical moment, Wu Yu roared and made an incredible move.

He used his left hand to grab Zhao Chuan's steel sword, blocking the stab.

The steel sword pierced his palm, leaving deep blood marks, nearly severing his hand. Unfortunately, although it cut through the flesh and severed some tendons, it couldn't break Wu Yu's bones!

Deep within the flesh, on the bones, after a night of intense fighting, the golden flames were born!

"Green Dragon Emerges from the Sea!"

The moment his left hand grabbed the sword, Wu Yu had only one chance, a fight to the death!

A roar like a dragon's cry shook the ocean.

Whoosh!

Wu Yu clenched his right fist, using the second move of the 'Tiger Roar Dragon Punch,' gathering all his strength, even the accumulated energy from the past half hour, and in an instant, his right fist transformed into a fierce green dragon. The moment after he grabbed the sword, he struck Zhao Chuan's head, and with a crack, Zhao Chuan's eyes widened, his right hand released the sword, and he fell to the ground.

In close combat, one strike was fatal!

"Ha... ha..."

Wu Yu panted heavily, his left hand almost severed, his body covered in wounds, the steel sword still in his hand, dripping with blood.

"Almost, the golden bones are about to reach the third level."

Today's intense battle gave Wu Yu the training to reach the third level. With his experience and Zhao Chuan's push, he managed to do it. This was the key to Wu Yu's final ability to kill Zhao Chuan.

He didn't want to kill today, but Zhao Chuan wanted to kill him. He had no choice.

In the Heavenly Sword Sect, servants were not allowed to kill each other, or they would face severe punishment.

All of this happened in an instant. Previously, Zhao Chuan had been suppressing Wu Yu, but suddenly, Wu Yu used his blood-soaked hand to block the sword and struck Zhao Chuan down with one punch.

"Zhao Lao Da..."

All the servants were even more stunned, their faces pale, looking at Wu Yu in disbelief. The Zhao Chuan they admired had died at the hands of the cripple Wu Yu.

"Wu... Wu Yu! You're finished. You killed Zhao Lao Da. According to the rules of the Heavenly Sword Sect, you will be executed!" A servant stammered.

But this statement only brought more trouble.

"Did you say that you would kill me today and throw Sun Bo off the Black Intestine Cliff to feed the crows tomorrow?" Wu Yu held the steel sword and stepped forward.

"I... I..." The servant saw the killing intent in his eyes and trembled, saying, "No... I didn't say that."

Swish!

Wu Yu used the sword to end their lives one by one.

In life, killing is sometimes inevitable.

For Wu Yu, he would kill two types of people.

First, those who are extremely evil, like the snake demon.

Second, those with deep enmity, like Immortal Huatian.

The second type, if shown mercy, would often bring greater danger. These servants were clearly such people.

After dealing with them, Wu Yu looked at the bloody scene.

"The world is cruel, and one must have the strength to protect oneself to live with dignity. The law of the jungle, a timeless truth, applies to both humans and beasts."

Of course, as long as he left, no one would know that he was the one who did this.

"Thank you, Great Sage Equaling Heaven, for giving me a new life."

At night, Wu Yu buried the steel sword, waiting to dig it up when he was stronger to use the powerful 'East Sea Whale Slaying Sword.'

At this moment, he noticed that although he had no herbs, his wounds were healing, and they would likely recover in a few days.

"Today's misfortune turned into a blessing, helping me reach the threshold of the third level of the Body Tempering stage. I need to continue to consolidate it."

His body was covered in blood, and he spent a long time cleaning and bandaging his wounds before returning to his residence. It was late at night, and the surroundings were filled with the sounds of insects. Wu Yu stood at the window of Sun Wudao's room, seeing through the thin curtain that the old man was sleeping soundly.

"May he enjoy his old age from now on."

"If I can enter the immortal sect, it might be the greatest surprise of his life. This time, I will not disappoint his expectations."

Wu Yu clenched his fists.

It was late, and Wu Yu was tired, so he went to bed.

He didn't see that a girl in a white dress had been following him for a long time and had been nearby when he confronted Zhao Chuan.

But she was an immortal, Su Yanli, and how could Wu Yu know she was there?

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