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"Good, that's exhilarating."

"Battle is indeed the best teacher, I feel Yang Ji's technique is just one step away from materializing into four phantoms."

"Continue."

Yi Chen's fists collided, creating a ring of sonic booms, and then he once again rushed towards the giant corpse monster with a fierce smile.

Fighting to this point had already become a do-or-die situation.

The corpse giant wanted to kill Yi Chen quickly, but Yi Chen was likewise coveting the Deep Red Points contained in the blood-red token on the giant's chest.

Under the starry sky, the two giants entangled in combat once again.

It was another series of dangerous and fierce battles.

The pitch-black, deathly aura of resentment clashed and annihilated with the deep aqua Pure Yang Inner Qi in the night sky.

Before long, the azure glaze armor covering Yi Chen was riddled with spiderweb-like cracks, and the terrifying deathly aura of resentment surrounding the corpse giant had also thinned considerably.

The various strange corpses attached to its body were shattered and scraped away by Yi Chen, exposing the furry creature's true form.

The strength and tenacity of the corpse giant were beyond Yi Chen's expectations.

However, this only made his fighting spirit surge even more.

Since he had the Soul Ignition Technique as a fallback, he might as well use it as a whetstone to perfect his Yang Ji technique.

Just at that moment, the furry creature suddenly shook its shoulders, its body trembling violently.

Its eyes, like light bulbs, alternated between a blood-red madness and a profound pain, as if there was a second will inside its body fighting for control.

"Is it the problem with its body that I've stripped away ninety percent of its deathly aura of resentment?"

"Or is it the distorted primal will trying to resurrect and seize control?"

A guess suddenly emerged in Yi Chen's mind, bringing a surge of ecstasy to his heart.

On the battlefield, there's no need for fair play!

You must strike when your enemy is sick and take their life.

Yi Chen once again channeled the True Pure Yang Skill, absorbing and transforming the surrounding moonlight, and attacked the furry creature.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Another series of energy surged through the air.

As the deep aqua Pure Yang Inner Qi collided and annihilated once more with the deathly aura of resentment from the furry creature, the struggle in its eyes intensified, and the time that the blood-red light appeared in its pupils grew shorter.

Under Yi Chen's relentless assault, and through the effects of the penetrating ability that had manifested after the first Strength-Breaking Realm, the furry creature was now tattered and torn.

The needle-like hairs all over its body had been knocked off, revealing the yellow skin hidden underneath.

Meanwhile, Yi Chen's mind was shedding the superfluous and evolving, growing more refined with each collision.

His punching strength became more concentrated, and his comprehension of the principles behind Yang Ji's technique deepened.

Suddenly, a sound like shattering glass echoed in his mind.

All kinds of insights flooded in, merging into one.

In the night sky, four tall Daoist phantoms suddenly appeared and attacked the furry creature in unison.

Each one used a different technique, whether fists, legs, palms, or fingers.

The techniques varied, but the underlying principles behind each were interconnected.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Yang Ji · Four Symbols!"

Almost at the same instant, the four tall Daoists landed their ultimate moves on the furry creature.

This was Yi Chen's latest insight, unleashing in a very short time a formidable move that seemed as if four versions of himself were striking simultaneously.

Under the effect of Yang Ji · Four Symbols, the body of the furry creature suddenly split open and collapsed.

At the same time, the madness in the furry creature's eyes disappeared completely, replaced by a lucidity.

With a mix of complex emotions, it let out a painful roar towards the old town, like a cuckoo crying blood, then fell backward with a thunderous crash.

The black fur on its body also suddenly turned into a stream of black smoke and dissipated into the air.

The true face of the furry creature was revealed.

It was a hunchbacked old man with a bruised and swollen face.

Yi Chen reached out and plucked the blood-red token from the old man's chest.

A familiar scene unfolded once again.

Countless fragments of memory flooded toward him.

He saw an old man called Old Guan Head, a life shattered to pieces.

A familiar yet chilling current also surged into his body simultaneously.

And then, in an instant, the blood-red token in Yi Chen's hand trembled strangely and vanished without a trace.

What remained for Yi Chen were only five hundred Deep Red Points and the fragmented memories of Old Guan Head, proving that the mysterious blood-colored token had once appeared.

Flipping through the fragments of these memories, Yi Chen couldn't help but fall silent.

Only a sigh of regret, light as a feather.

Many things in this world are indeed hard to articulate.

The old man in the memory fragments had the surname Guan.

As a young man, he traveled and was thrown down a cliff by bandits, narrowly escaping death nine times. At the bottom of the cliff, he found a dead white ape in a cave and discovered a third-rate martial arts Cultivation Technique titled "Gecko Roams the Dragon Skill" underneath the skin membrane of the ape's abdominal wound.

He was fortunate enough to learn it, made small achievements, entered Jianghu, married a lovely spouse, embarked on a spirited youth's journey, and then, during an attempt to stand up against injustice, he ended up sacrificing the lives of his wife and children.

Heartbroken and dispirited, he returned to Yao Guan Du, taught his clan members the Cultivation Technique, devoted himself to studying and cultivating medicinal herbs, never married in his whole life, and was later elected as the clan leader due to his reputation.

In the end, at the moment of his intended retirement, he was abandoned by his clan members, backstabbed by his favorite disciples, and eventually, under the bewitchment of the blood-colored token, became the eternal nightmare hovering over Yao Guan Du.

Perhaps everyone who abandoned the old clan leader thought they could just push him further, assuming there would always be someone else after them.

Human nature is dark, and it's typical to be self-concerned at critical moments.

Great kindness often turns into deep resentment.

Facing the ghost of the old clan leader, unable to confront their own hearts, many chose as their first option to exorcize the demon under the orchestration of Guan Daniu, to eradicate the old clan leader.

Thus, the old clan leader personally killed everyone in Yao Guan Du.

He imprisoned the souls of those who had betrayed him within the old town, forcing them to relive their last moments before death, day after day.

Yet this same old man driven by insane vengeance, instinctively protected the town as Yi Chen wreaked havoc in Yao Guan Du.

Perhaps he loved this land, yet he also hated it.

Although it's quite possible that the actions of the folks of Yao Guan Du were influenced by that peculiar token, amplifying the dark side of human nature, it's clear that there was not one amongst them who was as purely driven by loyalty and righteousness as the old clan leader.

Together, a group of people conspired and directed this tragedy.

At this moment, Yi Chen's heart was filled with sighs, lacking the joy that comes from the acquisition of Deep Red Points after defeating a boss.

He sighed for the old man.

The deeds of the private are momentary, while the deeds of the public last forever.

Yi Chen never had such noble sentiments.

Therefore, he could not understand the old man's actions.

For example, during disaster, he actually dragged his frail body, consuming his already scarce Inner Qi, to help others escape...

Although people cannot truly empathize with each other, they can still show respect for one another.

Yi Chen respected such a person.

A person who shone with the light of humanity.

"Old Clan Leader, sometimes people shouldn't live too hard, be a bit more selfish, and then help others within what's manageable."

"Give up the obsession of helping others, respect their destinies, for how can a man of worth put his fate in the hands of another."

"Fools have fool's luck, idiots do not."

"To spare the foolish is to spare yourself."

With a flick of his fingers, Yi Chen ignited a blue flame and let it fall upon the body of the old clan leader, cremating him to ashes.

Yi Chen scattered the old clan leader's ashes all around the town.

Let him rest in peace with the town to which he had devoted half his life.

At least for now...

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Suddenly, the call of a cat pulled Yi Chen's thoughts back to reality.

Little Miao came over, carrying a sandalwood box in her mouth, and opened it.

It was two ginseng roots, each with hundreds of years of growth.

The spiritual energy above them rippled, and one of them even faintly showed the face of a person, obviously a top-quality spiritual material.

"Miao Zi, not bad, you've finally found your shining point. Your nose is even better than a dog's," Yi Chen said joyfully. The great battle had nearly depleted all the energy he had stored beyond his capacity, and he had been suppressing the gnawing hunger in his body with his willpower.

He had even considered going to fish in the Wu Jiang...

This spiritual material was just what he needed at the moment.

Without regard for waste, Yi Chen took the ginseng and bit into it immediately.