Chapter 337 (1): Fist Too Tough, the Punishment Wine Is Delicious

Chapter 337 (1): Fist Too Tough, the Punishment Wine Is Delicious

The essence of the Deity Drumming Technique was its ability to link the astral energy between separate punches. This was a profound and destined regulation like the rising sun and moon and the cycle of life and death.

After advancing to the fifth tier and experiencing the battle in Bull Mountain, Chen Ping'an could already release his soul and split it into three. However, it was a shame that he could only maintain this state for a few seconds. Regardless, combined with his very unreasonable Deity Drumming Technique, just throwing one punch was enough. That would provide him with more than enough help.

Chen Ping'an's fist struck the old eunuch, and it was as if a war drum had been beaten on the battlefield. More than ten punches rained down on the eunuch in an instant, each striking flesh and releasing a dull thud.

Chen Ping'an's two souls returned to his body. T/his chapter is updated by nov(ê(l)biin.co/m

He wasn't a legitimate Qi refiner, after all, so having his soul leave his body for too long would cause him fundamental injuries.

On the other hand, Jiu Niang, Yao Lingzhi, and the others from the inn were stunned when they saw the eunuch in bright red official garb attack. Apart from being astounded by his lofty cultivation base, they were also shocked at his ability to release his yin soul and yang soul at the same time. He was clearly an earth immortal.

In reality, these members of the Yao Clan found this inconceivable because they had always been told that the imperial guardian of the Great Quan Empire was a martial arts superior grandmaster. Now, however, he had somehow transformed into an immortal from the mountains who cultivated Dao and sought longevity?

However, this eunuch responsible for overlooking the imperial horses and reviewing and stamping imperial edicts had miscalculated one thing. He hadn't imagined that Chen Ping'an's immortal robe would be such a high-grade robe that was surprisingly capable of blocking attacks from his yin soul.

Several superior grandmasters in the Great Quan Empire had been killed by this attack, where the eunuch's yin soul would reach out and scoop away their hearts. This wasn't as bloody as it sounded; his attack would simply cause one's heart to dry and crack, instantly severing its connections with one's acupoints and meridians. After death, the victims would shrivel like rotten wood. In a sense, it was similar to shattering one's bridge of immortality.

The eunuch wasn't viewed as a martial arts superior grandmaster because he had employed some lowly illusion technique and purposely tricked his opponents. Rather, he genuinely had the makings of a superior grandmaster, with his energy vigorous and his body strong. In fact, his physique could rival those of pure martial artists at the peak of the sixth tier.

Thus, the eunuch was extremely skilled at both close-quarter combat and using immortal treasures and mystical abilities to fight from long range. Because of this, he wasn't afraid of others rushing over to fight him or fighting him from a distance.

However, the eunuch quickly noticed something amiss after being struck by Chen Ping'an's second punch. It wasn't that Chen Ping'an's fist aura was extremely powerful, but rather that he should have been able to dodge this attack with ease.

The eunuch came to a realization after being struck by Chen Ping'an's fifth punch. He was able to roughly understand the patterns and principles behind his enemy's attacks.

After being struck by the tenth punch, the eunuch seemingly abandoned all thoughts of trying to dodge these attacks. He didn't shirk or retreat.

Instead, he chose to exchange wound for wound.

During this time, First and Fifteenth set their sights on the eunuch's yin soul and yang soul.

On one side, there was a eunuch in bright red official garb who looked like a pure martial artist but was actually a Qi refiner. On the other side, there was a young boy in white who looked like a sword cultivator but was actually a pure martial artist.

Chen Ping'an and the eunuch stood extremely close to each other, with just one or two arm's length between them as they engaged in an incredibly crude and basic fight. This was especially the case compared to Sui Youbian controlling her sword from the second floor to attack her opponent, Lu Baixiang and Xu Qingzhou swinging their sabers and causing flashes of murderous saber light to shimmer through the air, and Wei Xian standing outside the door and engaged in an epic battle as numerous immortal tools and a myriad of peculiar phenomena enveloped him.

In comparison, there was nothing special about Chen Ping'an's fight with the eunuch apart from their speed. Their fight was bland yet incredibly deadly.

The two tables of young subordinates had already run to the stairway to seek shelter, keenly aware that they had absolutely no right to interfere in this chaotic battle taking place in the inn.

Only Zhu Lian remained idle, yet he didn't stop the young subordinates from shuffling to the stairway. In fact, he didn't so much as spare them a single glance.

Zhong Kui, the impoverished scholar, leaned on the counter and looked at Chen Ping'an.

He had traveled all around the world, yet he had never seen a pure martial artist assume a fist stance and attack in such a... smooth and flowing manner before.

This boy was still young, so how was he achieving this? He had definitely embarked on many long journeys and witnessed many majestic mountains and great rivers, right?

Killing intent, cruelty, and violence... He possessed none of these qualities, and even his will to fight for victory wasn't very strong.

However, his aura was somehow still very powerful.

The impoverished scholar was slightly curious. What was the fundamental purpose of the young boy's fist technique?

However, human strength had its limit, and suffering backlash from his own fist intent was also a destructive way of fighting his opponent. He would wound himself while wounding his enemy. Since this was the case, and if this were the limit of Chen Ping'an's fist technique, then it would be far from enough. Even if he risked suffering severe wounds to eventually "kill" Li Li, the hugely renowned imperial guardian of the Great Quan Empire, this would still be far from enough.

Pure martial artists weren't respected by the world, nor were they respected and feared by the imperial courts. Instead, everyone revered and bowed to those immortal cultivators. There was a very good reason for this.

A single sword could shatter a myriad of mystical techniques.

This was a popular saying in the mountains, and many people believed that it was an expression of apprehension toward the destructive ability of sword cultivators. However, this wasn't entirely correct. The term "myriad" already described the impressive nature of cultivators.

Sure enough, Chen Ping'an's final punch using the Deity Drumming Technique shattered Li Li into pieces, with even the eunuch's bright red official garb seemingly transforming into something elusive and intangible.

However, Chen Ping'an immediately knew that he was in danger when he noticed the complete lack of blood. He immediately channeled the Deity Suppression Technique from the Proper Sword Scripture, using his fists instead of his sword to assume a defensive stance. He retreated once and once again.

There were deep saber wounds on Lu Baixiang's chest and shoulders, so deep that even his bones could be seen. However, the founder of the demonic forces in the Lotus Flower Blessed Land remained calm and composed. It was as if he were far more interested in the saber techniques of General Xu Qingzhou from the Great Quan Empire rather than defeating this person and achieving victory.

Sui Youbian was fighting against Flora Convent's Xu Tong, and even though she was a martial artist, the battle between them appeared more like a battle between two Qi refiners.

However, Xu Tong was clearly treating Sui Youbian as just a sword expert. Even though Sui Youbian was a tricky opponent, she wouldn't prove too troublesome as long as she wasn't a sword cultivator who could nurture bonded flying swords.

Meanwhile, Wei Xian was enjoying a hearty battle outside the inn.

He was filled with vigorous astral energy, and with the Dew Armor that Chen Ping'an had given him, he barely felt a tickle from the few attacks that leaked through his defenses.

In fact, all of them were paying attention to the battle between Chen Ping'an and Eunuch Li Li as they fought.

Sui Youbian was the first to speak, asking, "Young Master?"

The injury-riddled Chen Ping'an could only remain silent and shake his head.

He could only hold onto his breath of True Qi, not daring to replenish it.

"What, is that all you've got?" Li Li asked with a smile.

If it weren't for Golden Sweet Wine, the smell of Chen Ping'an's blood would have already suffused throughout the entire inn.

Li Li viciously smashed the vermilion talisman on his palm into Chen Ping'an's chest, and Golden Sweet Wine was only able to block a bit more than half of the talisman's power. The remaining power of the talisman seeped into Chen Ping'an's chest.

It was as if his heart were being carved out.

The cold sweat on his forehead mixed together with the blood on his face, flowing down his cheeks and eventually pitter-pattering to the floor.

Li Li's killing intent became even stronger.

He was waiting for Chen Ping'an to become genuinely exhausted. The young boy could rely on his grit and determination to forcefully suppress the agonizing pain of his wounds, so Li Li's opportunity would only come when Chen Ping'an's breath of True Qi finally started to weaken and disperse. He could afford to wait, but Chen Ping'an couldn't afford to wait.

Due to these reasons, Li Li didn't try to push his advantage or take any risks. He simply continued to engage in close-quarter combat with Chen Ping'an. In any case, releasing his yin soul and yang soul at once was no relaxing task.

If it weren't for Li Li's pseudo-golden core allowing his abundance of spiritual energy to far surpass those at the same cultivation base, then there was simply no way that his yin soul could have maintained its three-headed and six-armed martial sage form for so long and even fought against First and Fifteenth. It would have dissipated long ago and automatically returned to Li Li's physical body.

Li Li glanced at the old man squatting on the second-floor railings out of the corners of his eyes.

He couldn't help but feel slightly puzzled. Why was this person idly squatting there and observing the battles the entire time?

Seizing the fleeting opportunity when Li Li glanced at Martial Arts Maniac Zhu Lian, Chen Ping'an started to forcefully replenish his breath of True Qi.

Li Li chuckled coldly in his mind. Putting up a last-ditch struggle? You're going to lose this gamble.

His yin soul charged over in a flash, arriving before Chen Ping'an and chaotically swinging its six arms and five weapons at the young boy's head.

Meanwhile, Li Li personally dealt with the two flying swords. Countless streams of snow-white spiritual energy spilled out from his bright red official garb, transforming into something akin to a large spider web as it comprehensively blocked First and Fifteenth from rushing over to rescue their owner.

Even though these streams of snow-white spiritual energy were unable to trap the two flying swords, delaying them for a brief moment already gave Li Li enough time to stride over and arrive near them. He snapped his fingers and flicked his sleeve, striking one of the two flying swords with each motion.

Eunuch Li Li found the current situation slightly laughable.

His young opponent was truly seeking death. As it turned out, he wasn't replenishing his breath of True Qi at all. Instead, he had only feigned doing so in order to trick him over. However, what was the purpose? His reckless decision to step forward and defend the Yao Clan served no purpose, and his current attempt to play a small trick also served no purpose.

This young boy was most likely a lofty individual from a large and wealthy clan, and the many powerful subordinates accompanying him had probably allowed him to enjoy a peaceful and smooth sailing life so far. Thus, he was oblivious to the profoundness of heaven and earth.

Since Li Li had already become enemies with this person who definitely possessed an astonishing background, it only made sense that he should kill him to avoid more troubles in the future. Otherwise, the entire Great Quan Empire might face a huge challenge in the future if Li Li allowed this tiger to return to its den.

Compared to the previous exchanges where Chen Ping'an and Li Li had swapped punches with each other, Chen Ping'an's battle against the yin god appeared even more dangerous and startling.

Fortunately, Chen Ping'an was no stranger to this kind of battle. After all, had he not experienced a similar earth-shaking battle when fighting against Ding Ying's Golden Dao Manifestation in Bull Mountain?

At that time, Chen Ping'an had only been able to defend but not counterattack. In the end, Bull Mountain had been ruthlessly shattered and destroyed by Ding Ying's Golden Dao Manifestation.

And now, Chen Ping'an was exchanging blows with this "measly" yin soul, with neither side willing to dodge or retreat.