Chapter 50

Blood and snow splattered!

Staring at the headless bodies that had fallen, everyone present was stunned.

No one had expected that at the last moment, someone would suddenly appear and with just one strike, decapitate Shi Kai.

Tan Hong, who had been beaten to a pulp, was overjoyed, while the followers of the Liansheng Sect were shocked beyond belief.

"Phew, phew... What a close call, what a close call..."

Yang Yu leaned on his saber, his chest heaving.

This strike, in terms of timing, angle, and force, he had almost reached his limits at this moment.

However, if not for Wang Wu holding back Shi Kai's punch, that blow might have pierced his chest, even killing him outright!

Given his current strength, facing a martial artist with blood energy like a bull was still too much of a challenge, even with an ambush, it was extremely dangerous.

"Deputy Leader!"

"They, they killed the Deputy Leader!"

"Kill! Kill them, avenge the Deputy Leader!"

After a brief silence, the followers of the Liansheng Sect erupted, charging towards Yang Yu and the others with a series of battle cries.

Unlike bandits who would scatter when their leader was killed, the followers of the Liansheng Sect were even more frenzied, still fighting even at this moment.

Yang Yu was startled, grabbed his saber, and ignored the still bleeding wound on his back, rushing forward to meet them.

"Phew~"

With a long inhalation, Wang Wu stood up again, his bones cracking like a string of firecrackers, and he lunged forward with a fierce smile:

"If you don't leave, then don't leave at all!"

"Kill!"

Tan Hong, who had been beaten to a pulp, saw everyone charging forward and mustered his strength, attacking from behind.

"Ah!"

These followers of the Liansheng Sect were not truly fearless, and after Wang Wu's frenzied attack, they finally broke and fled.

"Don't chase them!"

Yang Yu instinctively wanted to pursue, but was stopped by Wang Wu.

Only then did he notice that this bull-like man was now pale and could barely stand.

"My internal organs are injured..."

He only managed to say half a sentence before collapsing, pulling out several bottles and swallowing their contents without looking, then sitting cross-legged to heal himself.

"Liansheng Sect..."

Looking at the bodies on the ground, Yang Yu's expression was grim.

These followers seemed weaker than normal blood-replaced martial artists, but they fought without fear of death.

They only began to collapse after their leader was killed and they had lost about eighty percent of their numbers. This resolve made his scalp tingle.

"Sir..."

Limping, Tan Hong staggered over. This twice-blood-replaced expert was now in a sorry state.

He had been cut by several blades and looked as if he had been pulled out of a pool of blood.

After a few steps, he fell and could only grit his teeth and sit cross-legged.

The other village guards had all been killed, and among the bodies, it was hard to tell which were theirs.

Ironically, Yan Shoutian, who had sought death, was left alive after being severely injured and unconscious.

Seeing the battered Tan Hong, a burning pain surged through Yang Yu's body.

After the blood energy subsided, Yang Yu realized that he had been cut almost as much as Tan Hong, just not in vital areas.

His Iron Crotch technique was already close to the third level, covering from his hips to his shoulders and back. Without this external hard technique, he would have been immobilized long ago.

"Phew!"

Yang Yu's lips twitched, and he pulled out iron beads from his pocket, swallowing them without counting.

A wave of heat surged through him, and his drained stamina slowly recovered, and his injuries seemed to lessen.

"Is it also useful for healing?"

Yang Yu was slightly surprised.

When he tried to take more, his pocket was empty. He had brought about seven to eight pounds of iron beads, but they were now all gone.

If he wanted more, he would have to eat dirt...

The night passed without incident, and as the sky began to lighten, the cold air was at its peak. Tan Hong and Wang Wu finally woke up.

They saw Yang Yu and the pale Yan Shoutian directing the old, weak, and women of the bandit camp to clean up the bodies and debris.

"Is he not injured?"

Tan Hong massaged his stiff limbs, confused.

He clearly remembered that Yang Yu had been cut as much as himself, so how could he look like nothing had happened?

"Is this kid also a natural prodigy?"

Wang Wu was also startled, but his perspective was broader, thinking about physical constitution.

People are different, and this difference becomes more apparent after blood replacement. He knew that there were some people with unusual constitutions in the world.

For example, the great general 'Wei Zhengxian' of Qingzhou, who was said to have innate strength, and after blood replacement, his arms had the power of four elephants.

There were even legends that without practicing hard techniques, his body was as hard as steel, immune to sword cuts, unaffected by cold or heat, and unburned by fire!

He suspected that Yang Yu might have a similar constitution.

Yang Yu didn't sleep all night.

Not only to heal, but also to be on guard against the old, weak, and women in the bandit camp.

Indeed, they had come to eliminate the bandits, but their arrival had not improved their situation, and had even made it worse.

Under normal circumstances, it might not be noticeable, but with their severe injuries, it was different.

In fact, he had wanted to meditate and heal using internal energy, but the complex and even hateful gazes of the people around him kept him awake all night.

"How are your injuries, sir?"

Yang Yu quickly walked over.

"Shi Kai's 'Tiger Might Fist' has reached a level of perfection. I was hit by a punch when my blood energy was waning, and my internal organs are damaged. I need at least half a year to recover..."

Wang Wu's expression was not good, partly due to his injuries and partly due to worry.

Blood-replaced martial artists are naturally harder to injure than ordinary people, but once injured, the recovery time is much longer.

Like Wang Fobao, who was injured by the 'Blood Fusion Finger.' Without miraculous medicine, the recovery time would be measured in years.

"Half a year, that long?"

Yang Yu's brows furrowed.

He hadn't expected Wang Wu's injuries to be so severe.

"That's a conservative estimate."

Wang Wu slowly stood up, looking at the blood-soaked bandit camp, somewhat disheartened:

"They're all dead..."

According to the intelligence he had gathered, the Liansheng Sect had only twenty-odd scripture-reading Daoists besides the three leaders, with half of them outside the city.

But who knew that in this single battle, he had killed more than twenty blood-replaced followers.

That was the intelligence he had obtained from the Six-Fan Gate...

...

For the next ten days, whether Wang Wu was willing or not, they had to stay to heal their injuries.

They didn't stay in the bandit camp out of concern that the Liansheng Sect might come for revenge, but went to a cave on the back mountain.

This cave, dug by some bandits to avoid being surrounded, was extensive and perfect for temporary hiding.

Wang Wu and the others were out of sight for days as they healed.

Yang Yu was not idle. He thoroughly searched the bandit camp and set up a large pot in the cave, using the herbs that were supposed to be divided among a dozen people returning to the city.

He began a medicinal bath.

"Second blood replacement is not far off, but the third blood replacement is the threshold, the level of blood energy like a bull..."

In the scalding medicinal liquid, Yang Yu relaxed his mind.

After a major battle, especially after seeing the entire process of Wang Wu and Shi Kai's fight, his desire for strength had increased.

In the cave, an old man with a goatee carefully added wood to the fire and explained the basics of 'Dao Wen' (Dao Texts) to Yang Yu.

This old man was a schoolteacher captured by the bandits. When Yang Yu recounted the previous night, he casually asked and learned that this old man knew some basics of Dao Wen.

"Since the unification of writing by the First Emperor of Qin, through our Great Ming, over three thousand years, the characters have changed, but Dao Wen has remained largely unchanged. Therefore, as long as you learn the characters of the previous dynasty, the essence of Dao Wen can be understood without a teacher."

The old man used simple and understandable words, fearing that this man who could kill with a single strike might not understand.

"First Emperor of Qin..."

Yang Yu mused, saying lightly:

"Just write down all the Dao Wen you know. My memory is very good, don't try to fool me!"

This world was similar yet different from his previous life, and this First Emperor of Qin was not the one he thought it was.

But that didn't matter; he was more concerned with Dao Wen.

"I dare not, I dare not!"

The old man repeatedly said he dared not.

He used charcoal to write the Dao Wen he knew on the cave wall and explained each one in detail.

He had prepared to explain repeatedly, but to his surprise, this man, whom he saw as a fierce killer, made such rapid progress that he was stunned. In just half a day, he had memorized all three thousand Dao Wen!

"Ghost... Star of the魁Star Rank Diagram..."

Waving for the old man to leave, Yang Yu's eyes flickered with a smile:

"It should be the 'Ten Capital Ghosts and Star of the魁Star Rank Diagram'!"