Chapter 89

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In the town of Yujia, a slender old scholar sat inside the shop, flipping through an ancient book.

Suddenly, the light in the shop dimmed. The old scholar looked up and saw two Taoist priests in black robes standing at the door, their hair tied in topknots, and long swords on their backs.

The two Taoists walked in, looked around, and their gazes fell on the old scholar.

"Why are you here again?" The old scholar stood up, staring at the two Taoists with a look of hatred.

"Hmph, old man, so you're still alive."

One of the Taoists with a pale face looked the old scholar up and down, then sneered, "Looks like you're doing well!"

"Get out, you're not welcome here!"

The two Taoists walked to the counter, poured themselves some tea, leaned against the counter, and looked at the old scholar, "Don't worry, we're not here to cause trouble this time."

The pale-faced Taoist gestured to the yellow-faced Taoist, who took out a portrait from his robe and unfolded it in front of the old scholar.

"Recognize him? Have you seen this person by Dongting Lake?"

The old scholar glanced at the portrait, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, then he sneered, "Who is this? I don't recognize him!"

"Don't recognize him?" The pale-faced Taoist's eyes narrowed as he looked at the old scholar, then sneered, "Before you lie, ask yourself if you have the habit of lying. Someone saw him buying talisman paper and cinnabar from you. How could you not know what these things are used for?"

"Tell us, where is that brat's son? You're his uncle, how could you not know? The patriarch spared your family back then, what a mistake. Fortunately, that old man is dead. Now that the Great Elder is the patriarch, who will protect you? Tell us where he is, and you'll die more easily!" The yellow-faced Taoist sneered.

The slender old scholar's body suddenly trembled. He looked at the portrait on the counter, his eyes filled with disbelief. His mind went blank, as if struck by a bell. Him?

It was actually his long-lost sister's son!

He was still alive!

"Ha ha ha..." The old scholar suddenly burst into laughter, tears streaming down his face, "Heaven has not forsaken the Xiao family, ha ha ha... The Xiao family has an heir!"

"Old man, speak quickly, where is he?" The pale-faced Taoist's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly struck, punching the old scholar in the chest. The old scholar, frail and weak, could not withstand the blow and fell backward, crashing into the wall and knocking over several shelves.

The old scholar gasped for breath, lying on the ground, laughing and crying, his hair disheveled, as if he had gone mad.

"Pretending to be crazy? Cut off his arm, see if he talks!"

The yellow-faced Taoist's eyes turned cold, and he was ruthless. A sword flashed from behind, and with a thud, the old scholar's arm was severed, blood gushing out. The old scholar laughed, staring at the two Taoists, his eyes shining.

"Kill me, kill me! Ha ha ha, you should have killed me eighteen years ago. Kill me, the Xiao family has an heir, I no longer need to live in this world. Come on, kill me, what, afraid, can't do it?"

The old scholar struggled to stand up, facing the two Taoists, his pale face radiating a powerful aura, like a tall and proud pine tree standing between heaven and earth.

"Old man..." The yellow-faced Taoist raised his sword, his eyes flickering. Under the old scholar's gaze, his palms were sweating, and he felt uneasy.

Thud...

Just as the yellow-faced Taoist hesitated, the old scholar lunged forward, the sword piercing his chest, and a dagger simultaneously piercing the yellow-faced Taoist's heart. The old scholar was spitting blood, his face full of smiles, staring at the yellow-faced Taoist with a look of disbelief, his eyes gradually losing their light.

A streak of light flashed, and a head flew up. The pale-faced Taoist's face turned dark, pushing the headless body of the old scholar aside, pulling the dagger from the yellow-faced Taoist's heart, and tossing it aside. The yellow-faced Taoist grunted, took a step back, swallowed a pill, and quickly bandaged his wound, glaring at the headless body, and swung his sword, turning the body into a bloody mess.

"Let's go, don't embarrass yourself."

The pale-faced Taoist coldly glanced at the yellow-faced Taoist, used a spell, and threw a ball of fire onto the bookshelf. The books began to burn, and soon the entire shop was engulfed in flames.

"Ahh..."

In the deep cave, Ning Wuxie roared, a heavy pressure like a mountain pressing down on his body. His wolf form was practicing boxing, and with each punch, his thick wolf arms would tear, blood streaming down.

"This is the place with the densest geomagnetic energy. The gravity here is ten times that of the outside world, and the time here is also ten times that of the outside world. One month outside is ten months here. The elemental energy here is ten times that of the outside world. I have prepared the Five Elements spiritual items and breakthrough pills for you. The strong magnetic field can better temper your bloodline and demon body. With your bloodline and talent, if you can't break through to the Soul Transformation realm in ten months, you might as well die here!"

Dongting Dragon King stood outside the cave, his eyes cold, looking at the bloodied Ning Wuxie, like a strict master teaching his disciple.

"The strongest aspect of the demon race is their bodies and their powers. Without a strong body, how can you be a demon? The demon race is the ancestor of the strongest close combat, and even human combat techniques are imitations of the demon race. Human body-tempering techniques are also based on the demon race's body."

"Only the harshest environment can forge the strongest combat skills. To forge the strongest combat skills, you must first make your body the strongest. If you can perform a perfect set of boxing techniques in human form without any injury, congratulations, you have broken through to the Soul Transformation realm, in an instant!"

"Outside, there is the blood food you need. When you are exhausted, come out. I will come to see you again in half a month!"

Dongting Dragon King's voice faded away, and Ning Wuxie had no time to think about anything else, focusing all his energy on keeping his body from collapsing. His thighs were bleeding, staining the silver wolf fur red. The demon energy, influenced by the heavy geomagnetic energy, moved extremely slowly. He could only keep chewing on elemental energy pills to repair his body's injuries.

Even breathing became difficult, but Ning Wuxie's eyes were bright. He was struggling to punch, his mind intensely focused. He seemed to have touched a certain realm, a state of no thoughts, yet with a rational mind.

Only through great hardship can one become a great person. Ning Wuxie always believed this. Many people complain that they are not as good as others, but they do not think about what they are doing when others are working hard.

Effort does not guarantee success, but without effort, there is absolutely no success!

When Ning Wuxie drained the last bit of strength from his body, he almost crawled out. Once outside the cave, his heavy body instantly became light, and the solidified demon energy quickly circulated. He swallowed a pill, and his injuries were quickly healed.

Stronger!

This was not an illusion. Ning Wuxie was very clear that he was getting stronger. Seeing the large barrels of blood outside the cave, he was taken aback. He sniffed lightly, and there was no human scent, only the blood of demon beasts, and even a hint of dragon energy.

Blood food? Ning Wuxie smiled lightly. It was indeed blood food. The demon race lived on raw meat and blood. He never thought he would have to live like this once.

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