Simultaneous Transmigration: My Strength Comes Entirely from My Own

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As long as it can complete my family's heritage, I'd be willing to kneel down and even become his disciple.

"Being strong enough is enough. As long as your life cultivation is strong enough, the so-called Three Corpses are nothing more than larger insects that can be crushed with a flick of the wrist. So-called techniques are just opportunistic tricks to make yourself stronger. You need the secret method to sever the Three Corpses, but I don't."

Considering the contributions of the Three Demons during the War of Resistance, Luke didn't mind explaining things to them.

Tu Junfang's face showed obvious disappointment.

Through Luke's actions, Tu Junfang could see that Luke's cultivation level was ridiculously high, far beyond his reach, and naturally, he could not imitate it.

"Thanks for the advice."

Although it cannot be imitated, it is still a path, and given Luke's fighting prowess, Tu Junfang would not dare to be impolite.

Luke glanced at him and sneered, "If it weren't for the fact that the Three Demon Sect's legacy is gone, I would have killed you with one palm just now."

Tu Junfang felt a chill run through his body as he sensed Luke's pure and unparalleled killing intent. He knelt on the ground, too afraid to move, until he could no longer see Luke's figure.

Soon, company personnel arrived. They had witnessed the battle and only after confirming that Ding Shian would not resist did they insert the Qi-sealing needle into the back of Ding Shian's neck, preventing him from using Qi.

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After one night, the chaos on Longhu Mountain subsided. Yuan Tao ultimately died at Lu Jin's hands, and most of the Nine Dragon Sons were shattered.

As for Han Dan, Lu Jin spared his life because he thought he was an idiot, and had the company people take him away.

When he left, this big oaf was crying and calling out "Grandpa, Grandpa!" However, given the company's political (and political) methods, I reckon this big oaf will become the company's in-house weapon refiner in the future.

Zhang Chulan should have arrived at Tian Lao's house much earlier, but he was delayed because he was looking for Feng Baobao, who had been led away by Xia Liuqing and Balun. He didn't arrive until the early hours of the morning.

"Hoo hoo hoo!"

"Master Tian, ​​are you alright?"

Zhang Chulan was bent over, breathing heavily, with beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripping from his forehead.

This wasn't an act; he was genuinely exhausted. In order to get here as quickly as possible, he even used his own Xunlei VIP membership, and his meridians were still throbbing slightly!

Tian Jinzhong looked at Zhang Chulan with a smile and said, "Chulan, don't worry, this old man is fine."

The old master was chatting with Luke (Li Liao's) when he asked a question.

"I heard you made quite a commotion yesterday!"

Luke said casually, "Hey, it's one thing for others, but don't you know Old Master? He just didn't know his limits when he made his move and used a little too much force."

"However, Master, that fellow Gong Qing is still alive? That's not like you at all."

The old master squinted and said, "Hey, you're wrong about that. I've always been compassionate, how can I kill people so casually? Even the acting leader of Quanxing can't be killed casually. It's wrong to kill someone without teaching them."

Luke's lips twitched. This old man, does he really think I don't know what kind of guy he was when he was young?

If it were Zhang Zhiwei in his youth, with his temper, daring to lay a hand on his junior brother and even setting fire to Longhu Mountain, if he still had a intact head, it would be a testament to how poorly he was beaten.

Chapter 114: One Person's Story: An Immortal Touches My Head, Shatters the Heavenly Spirit with His First Move!

"No more joking around. This is Old Tian. He wants to spare the kid's life, but he's still too soft-hearted. After all, he's served him for several years."

The old master shifted the blame for not killing Gong Qing onto Tian Jinzhong.

Tian Jinzhong was talking to Zhang Chulan when he heard the old master shifting the blame, so he glared at him and said with dissatisfaction.

"Hey, senior brother, I'd like to kill this brat. Do you think I can do it?"

Tian Jinzhong raised his arms and legs. He had no hands or feet; was he supposed to headbutt that little brat to death?

The old Celestial Master, having failed to shift the blame, rubbed his nose and said, "It's because you arranged for Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing to ambush us here last night. This acting leader of the Quanxing Sect didn't expect this and has been holding a grudge ever since. He's been in my Celestial Master's Mansion for a few years, so let him die knowing why. That's why I'm waiting for you to handle it!"

The old master put away his playful nature and told the truth.

Gong Qing was destined to die, that much was certain, but Gong Qing wanted to die knowing why, and the Old Master was willing to grant him that wish, since, apart from his ill intentions, he had served Tian Jinzhong with utmost care over the years.

Of course, whether Luke will satisfy him or not is beyond the Old Master's control.

"Heh, so this is where you were waiting for me, Zhang Chulan. Please invite the acting leader of Quanxing over here!"

"Alright, Brother Lu, you wait here, I'll bring that kid over right now."

When facing Luke, Zhang Chulan immediately changed his tune, becoming incredibly obsequious.

Turning his head away, Zhang Chulan adopted a gloomy and murderous expression, his killing intent radiating from him.

The murderous intent wasn't directed at Luke, but at Gong Qing.

Tian Jinzhong treated him like his own grandson, and because his own grandfather had ended up with his hands and feet crippled, Zhang Chulan had already sentenced Gong Qing to death in his heart for daring to make a move on Tian Jinzhong.

When Gong Qing arrived, he still bowed to Zhang Zhiwei and Tian Jinzhong with great poise. Of course, if you ignored the footprints on his face and the blood from his nose, he would have been even more dignified.

The footprints on Gong Qing's face were obviously from Zhang Chulan's kick. If he couldn't kill him, was he not allowed to vent his anger? In any case, Zhang Chulan kicked him with a clear conscience, even feeling quite pleased with himself.

"I heard you were looking for me?"

Luke glanced at Gong Qing casually. To be honest, Gong Qing (cbdd) was indeed a remarkable figure. Although he was only the acting leader and his life was still in the hands of the Quanxing disciples, he still had a few opportunities to command them. Since Wugensheng disappeared, Quanxing had only produced one Gong Qing in all these years.

Gong Qing looked at Luke and asked the question that had been bothering him.

"Did you already know about me?"

Recalling Luke's attitude towards him that night, Gong Qing could easily make such a guess, but what he couldn't understand was how he had been exposed. There were many people in the Quanxing sect, and it was not surprising that some people knew that he was in Longhu Mountain, but Gong Qing was sure that no one knew his position in Longhu Mountain, except for those few high-ranking figures in the Quanxing sect.

This so-called high-ranking official must be at least higher than the Four Madmen of Quanxing, because even the Four Madmen of Quanxing do not know where they are hiding in Longhu Mountain, and very few have seen them.

Luke nodded and said, "I knew you were here before I came to Longhu Mountain. Actually, as long as I knew you were here, it would have been easy to find you. After all, your disguise was full of flaws, and your curiosity was just too strong. I couldn't pretend I didn't see you!"

Gong Qing froze, trying to figure out exactly where he had gone wrong.

The old Taoist master beside him also quietly pricked up his ears.

To his shame, he hadn't noticed a single clue before Gong Qing revealed his identity.

Luke scoffed and pointed at Zhang Chulan, saying, "When this grandson was kneeling on the ground kowtowing, Grandpa Tian was talking to the old master and the others about the events of the Jia Shen year. That's when I discovered you eavesdropping outside the door."

Gong Qing asked with some suspicion, "There were so many people outside the door at the time, it would have been perfectly reasonable for me to be there. How can you be sure I was eavesdropping?"

Gong Qing did not deny that he was eavesdropping. After all, he was extremely curious about what happened back then, and with so many people outside the door, he was confident that no one would discover him.

"Actually, anyone with a brain could see this. The reason the Celestial Master and the others didn't notice you was simply because it was the darkest place under the lamp. Before I came to Longhu Mountain, I accidentally bumped into a Quanxing and captured him. To beg for mercy, he told me about the Quanxing acting leader's affairs at Longhu Mountain. With that preconceived notion, you naturally became suspicious in every way. The other Daoist boy who served Elder Tian was much more normal than you."

A look of disbelief flashed across Gong Qing's eyes. He never expected that his carefully laid out disguise and concealment would be ruined by the leak of a Quanxing disciple who was captured by chance.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to argue something, but Luke's eyes were already cold as frost, devoid of any warmth.

"Gong Qing".

Luke's voice was deep and powerful, each word like a hammer blow striking Gong Qing's heart: "Curiosity often becomes a fatal weakness. And you happen to possess this weakness."

After speaking, Luke did not move, but gently raised his right hand, palm facing Gong Qing's forehead.

At that moment, the air seemed to freeze, and even time slowed down. Gong Qing's pupils contracted sharply. He felt the terrifying power emanating from Luke's palm, a kind of pressure that transcended the mundane, making it impossible for him to even muster the thought of resistance.

An immortal touched my head, and with a single move shattered the heavens!

As Luke's palm struck, Gong Qing's body trembled violently, then he fell backward like a kite with a broken string. The light in his eyes quickly faded, replaced by a deathly stillness.

A clear palm print was deeply imprinted on his forehead, and the surrounding skin quickly turned bluish-purple. At that moment, the flame of life was completely extinguished.

Gong Qing's body lay on the ground, his face contorted, his eyes still filled with resentment and shock. A few words lingered on his lips, but he had forever lost the chance to speak.

The surrounding air seemed to resume its flow at that moment, bringing with it a gentle breeze that dispelled the last trace of life from Gong Qing.

"Ugh!"

Looking at Gong Qing's body, Tian Jinzhong couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion. Although he knew Gong Qing had ill intentions, he was getting old and his heart softened. After all, they had been together for several years. Even with a dog, you develop some feelings, let alone a human being.

Chapter 115: One Person's Story: Entering the Fog Again, the Current Status of Luke and His Friends

After composing himself, Tian Jinzhong looked at Luke and spoke.

"You weren't telling him the truth, were you?"

Luke blinked and said, "I know a lot, more than you do, but I can't say it. The old master also knows a lot, even more than I do, but he can't say it either. We know what you don't know, and we know what you do know, but we just can't say it. Old Tian, ​​you can't stay up late anymore. You should go to sleep when you need to. You're getting old, so you need to take care of your health."

Luke said a long string of seemingly pointless words, but the Old Master and Tian Jinzhong understood them perfectly.

The old master breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had confirmed something. Tian Jinzhong, however, was both amused and exasperated, but also felt a sense of relief.

"I understand, I understand. It seems I've been fixated on this all these years."

After hearing Luke's words, the old master believed he understood why Luke had such cultivation at such a young age.

The old master was puzzled because Luke's cultivation level was too extraordinary and could not be explained by mere talent.

It now seems that he must have received another lineage, such as his own Heavenly Master lineage.

The Celestial Master's Lineage is the biggest secret and trump card of the Celestial Master's Mansion in Longhu Mountain, but other sects also have similar inheritances, all left behind by their ancestors who have ascended to immortality. The secrets within have too great an impact on the world and cannot be known to outsiders. Therefore, they are all subject to extremely powerful restrictions, preventing those who receive the inheritance from speaking of it. At the same time, it also possesses certain unknown functions.

During the pre-Qin period, the various schools of thought also had similar traditions, but how many of them still exist today?

There are many such sects in history. In the old master's opinion, Luke's strength is so great because he must have obtained such a legacy and been placed under a restriction. He knows a lot, but he cannot say it, and he cannot even reveal it.

As for Tian Jinzhong, the old Celestial Master really didn't know the reason why Tian Jinzhong hadn't slept all these years, but he had some guesses. It was probably because of what happened after he went down the mountain to find Zhang Huaiyi. After all, it's possible to fool others with the idea that one is full of energy and doesn't want to sleep, but how could it be hidden from him, the leader of the Taoist sect?

Looking back now, I realize how foolish I was to never have considered this possibility, causing Lao Tian so much suffering over the years.

"Old Tian, ​​go to sleep now. I'll guard the door for you. Sleep peacefully."

With the old celestial master guarding the gate, there is indeed nothing safer than this.

"My two advisors, Brother Lu, what should we do with this Lü Liang? To be frank, I made a deal with this kid. If possible, should we spare his life?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting a bit heavy, Zhang Chulan, who had been thinking a lot in that instant, chuckled and said something.

Luke glanced at Lü Liang, who should have been brought over by Zhang Chulan along with Gong Qing, raised an eyebrow, and said casually.

"This kid is planning to extract Elder Tian's memories. Forcibly extracting memories when the person's will is strong is extremely painful, and it would be an exaggeration to say that it would be like having one's tendons and marrow pulled out. That's all I have to say. You can handle the rest."

Zhang Chulan's eyes turned cold, and he said indifferently, "Then kill him!"

Lu Liang, who had thought Zhang Chulan could save his life, suddenly struggled and opened his eyes wide as he cursed angrily.

"Zhang Chulan, damn it..."

Before Lü Liang could finish speaking, Zhang Chulan's palm was already radiating a dazzling golden light, like the first rays of dawn, yet carrying an undeniable chilling aura.

His gaze turned unusually cold at that moment, like the hardest ice in winter, devoid of any warmth.