Chapter 6

Time was passing, and Zichen had not appeared for two days.

Zhao Can already had a bad feeling in his heart. He wanted to retreat, but the thought of facing Wang Xiong's questioning made him shudder. Compared to Wang Xiong, Zhao Can would rather face Zichen.

He did not know that the snow ginseng had already been consumed by Zichen.

Lin Hao was Lin Ying's younger brother. The people in this world were not as despicable as Zhao Can had said. At the very least, Lin Ying treated Lin Hao very well. They trained together, joined the outer sect of the Lingwu Sect together, and dreamed of entering the inner sect together.

This time, Lin Hao was suddenly killed, and Lin Ying was determined to take revenge, even if it meant chasing Zichen to the ends of the earth.

Of course, all of this was predicated on the fact that they did not know that Zichen had already consumed the snow ginseng, repaired his dantian, and had become incredibly powerful.

On the third day, snow began to fall again, with large snowflakes descending from the sky.

Zichen sat cross-legged behind a large rock, the Thunder Body Tempering Technique continuously running. The surrounding spiritual energy rapidly converged towards Zichen, like streams of water, entering his body through his pores and flowing into his meridians. After a half cycle, these energies were absorbed by his heart.

Such a scene had become commonplace for Zichen over the past two days. The energy absorbed by his heart was not very pure, but the energy it returned was incredibly pure.

A silver energy flowed back from the sphere in his heart, surging into his blood, skin, bones, and dantian.

In the dantian, the true qi that Zichen cultivated with the Thunder Body Tempering Technique was stored. This was a silver true qi, with faint electrical sparks within it.

A pure energy surged into the dantian, causing it to tremble slightly. Then, the silver energy began to surge.

"Hum!" The dantian trembled, and the silver energy underwent a transformation.

Zichen opened his eyes, a snowflake falling from his eyelashes. A hint of joy appeared in his eyes. "I've broken through, to the second level of true qi, in just two days."

Breaking through again in just two days, Zichen's talent after his fortuitous encounter was terrifying. Such a cultivation speed was unmatched even by the inner sect disciples. Only those core disciples, who were like demons, could be so terrifying.

"The second level of true qi is equivalent to the physique of a fourth-level beast. It's time to settle the score." Zichen's eyes flashed with a cold light, and a killing intent spread from his heart.

In the snow, Zhao Can and Lin Ying were braving the snow to travel.

"Almost three days, and still no sign of Zichen." The snow on his face was icy cold, and at this moment, Zhao Can's heart seemed to cool as well. He couldn't help but sigh.

"What do you want to say?" Lin Ying turned around, coldly staring at Zhao Can.

A bitter expression appeared on Zhao Can's face. "My point is, we should retreat first. Once we return to the sect, we can find a way to deal with Zichen."

Lin Ying said coldly, "Do you think I'm stupid? A person with a destroyed dantian would return to the sect? If you want to go back, go by yourself. I am determined to kill Zichen and avenge my brother."

Zhao Can's mouth moved, wanting to say something but held back.

"Hmph, I know what you're going to say without you saying it." A hint of mockery appeared in Lin Ying's eyes. "To you, brothers are just for selling out, but in my heart, brothers are brothers, sharing the same liver and gallbladder."

Zhao Can did not speak. Their views were different. For Zhao Can, anyone other than himself could be abandoned, as long as it was beneficial.

However, he now knew one thing: if they continued searching, their food would run out, and the date of the inner sect examination was not far off. He still needed to find a way to get a true qi pill to break through and smoothly enter the inner sect.

Zhao Can had already decided to retreat, but in an instant, a sense of danger arose in his heart, and a gust of wind came from behind.

"Die!"

After the incident with Lin Hao, they were much more cautious. Even while talking, they did not let their guard down. When the gust of wind appeared behind them, Zhao Can roared in anger, and the short dagger in his hand instantly unsheathed, stabbing fiercely backward.

"Thud!"

A dull sound echoed. Zhao Can felt as if he had hit a wall and was thrown backward.

As he flew back, he saw Zichen retracting his fist. The previous strike had hit Zichen's fist, but only cut his arm, not severing his fingers.

Zhao Can's heart sank to the bottom. Zichen's strong body made him extremely wary.

"Zichen, give me your life!"

Lin Ying roared, drawing his long sword with a swift motion. The sword flashed, and he slashed towards Zichen.

In the world of Tianwu, the true qi realm was divided into ten levels, and combat techniques were divided into three grades: third-rate, second-rate, and first-rate. Currently, whether it was Zichen or Zhao Can, they only knew third-rate combat techniques.

Third-rate combat technique: Wind-Cleaving Sword.

As the sword technique was unleashed, it was fierce and powerful, like cleaving through wind and waves.

The sword light, like a fierce wind, appeared before Zichen. Under such an attack, Zichen had no choice but to retreat.

The ambush failed, and Lin Ying's desperate attacks put Zichen at a disadvantage. At this moment, a sharp cold light appeared from the other side, and it was Zhao Can, seizing the opportunity to kill Zichen.

Zichen's eyes were filled with killing intent. He resisted Lin Ying's sword strike, avoided Zhao Can's critical hit, and then struck towards Zhao Can's chest.

"Thud!"

A dull sound echoed, and a line of blood appeared in the air. Zhao Can was thrown back again, but Zichen's body now had three more cuts, with blood flowing from them.

One strike did not kill Zhao Can, only injured him. Zichen prepared to advance, but was blocked by the sword light. Lin Ying launched another fierce attack.

"Roar!"

The fierce wind of the punch was like a tiger's roar. Zichen also used the third-rate combat technique, Tiger Fist, to counter the sword light.

"Thud!" "Thud!"

The sounds of intense collisions echoed continuously.

"What? You are using true qi? Your dantian has recovered?" Lin Ying, who was fighting desperately, was surprised and couldn't help but exclaim.

Zichen said nothing, continuously using the three moves of Tiger Fist.

Tiger Descends the Mountain, Tiger Roars, Tiger Pounces.

The fierce attacks carried a sense of fierce wind.

"Kill, we must kill him, or we will die!" Zhao Can staggered to his feet from a distance, took a deep breath, and charged forward with his short dagger.

Zichen's resurrection was one thing, but now his dantian had also recovered, making Zhao Can feel a sense of crisis. He was determined to kill Zichen today.

Hearing Zhao Can's words, Lin Ying's sword technique became even more fierce and ruthless. During this time, to kill Zhao Can, Zichen had to desperately block Lin Ying's attacks twice.

Now, his body had several wounds, but Zhao Can was slippery like a fish, only circling around from a distance and not engaging Zichen in a direct confrontation.

"Thud!"

A splash of blood appeared, and a wound appeared on Zichen's chest, with two more on his arm.

Fighting two at once, Zichen was at a disadvantage. If it weren't for his physique comparable to a beast, he would have died several times already. In desperation, Zichen had to abandon Zhao Can.

"Die!"

A hint of killing intent appeared in his eyes, and all the true qi in his body surged. Zichen charged towards Lin Ying.

"Die!"

Lin Ying also went mad, and his long sword slashed down from the air.

The sword light flashed, reaching Zichen's head. At this moment, Zichen extended his hand like lightning, grabbing the descending blade with his five fingers.

"Thud!"

The blade stopped in the air, and red blood flowed from Zichen's palm. With his powerful physique, Zichen, at the second level of true qi, blocked Lin Ying's attack at the fourth level of true qi.

"What?"

Lin Ying's face changed instantly. He tried to pull back his long sword but found it stuck in Zichen's hand, unable to move.

At this moment, Lin Ying saw the madness in Zichen's eyes, which appeared due to the injury. His right hand clenched into a fist, and he used the Tiger Roars move. The sound of a tiger's roar echoed in his ears, followed by a fierce wind. Zichen's fist struck Lin Ying's head.

"Thud!"

Such a powerful punch was Zichen's all-out attack. In an instant, Lin Ying's head was severed from his body.

"Thud!"

Zichen felt a pain in his back. After killing Lin Ying, Zhao Can seized the opportunity and struck his back.

Such a strike almost pierced through his skin and back, causing intense pain that almost made Zichen faint.

This ambush clearly failed.

The previous attack had consumed all of his true qi, and Zichen had no choice but to abandon the pursuit of Zhao Can and start running. His body had several wounds, and if he didn't find a place to heal, he would die from excessive blood loss.

Zichen ran again, but Zhao Can did not immediately chase after him.

His injuries were also severe. After Zichen left, he spat out a mouthful of blood and sat on the ground, watching helplessly as Zichen escaped.

"Damn it, if I don't kill you today, I won't be Zhao Can."

Watching Zichen about to disappear from his sight, Zhao Can let out a roar of frustration.

He sat cross-legged and began to cultivate. After a quarter of an hour, Zhao Can finally suppressed his injuries and followed the blood trail, chasing after Zichen in the direction he had fled.

Zichen was heavily injured and had no strength to fight. He might have already fainted from excessive blood loss. Zhao Can would not miss this opportunity.

Zichen was indeed in a bad state. In the previous battle, he relied entirely on his body, which was like a beast's. However, he did not have a beast's robust physique. The several wounds on his body were now bleeding.

Due to excessive blood loss, Zichen's vision became blurry, and his clothes were soaked in blood. Zichen had miscalculated. He indeed had a beast's physique, but he did not have as much blood as a beast, and he could not withstand such rapid blood loss.

Running, the wounds that were about to heal reopened due to the movement.

"Thud!"

Finally, Zichen felt his vision go dark and fell to the ground.

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