Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction
Chapter 210 - 65: The Bottom

Chapter 210: Chapter 65: The Bottom

The Pei Family.

Inside the main hall, Martial Artists from various places continuously sent all gathered intelligence into the hall.

To assist the Inspector’s investigation, the entire Pei Family collected all intelligence here and invited the ancestor Gusong to oversee and respond promptly to any emergencies.

About thirty to forty people gathered in the hall, some recording intelligence, while others, with cultivation at the late Condensed Essence Stage, rested and chatted.

At this moment, a cold wind blew through, causing everyone in the hall to shiver involuntarily.

The coal fires burned vigorously in the hall, driving away the cold outside. Moreover, everyone inside was cultivators, so why would there be an inexplicable shiver?

Gusong, who was feigning sleep with his eyes closed, now opened his old eyes, revealing a solemn expression.

"This chill is too strange," Gusong stood up, releasing his inner energy, wanting to investigate.

The next moment, accompanied by gusts of cold wind, a gaunt old man suddenly appeared at the door of the hall.

Everyone present was startled by this unexpected coldness.

The bustling hall suddenly fell silent, and everyone unanimously looked at the old figure at the door.

Strange and eerie.

Especially the old man’s black eyes. His pupils occupied the entire eye socket, seemingly without whites. Moreover, the elder was extremely gaunt, as if his body was merely a skin and bones.

Entirely lacking the flesh and fat a normal person should have.

While everyone was still in shock, Gusong’s heart had already heightened in vigilance: "Gentleman."

He hadn’t finished speaking when the gaunt old man suddenly flickered and appeared beside him in an instant.

"What a delectable food you are," the old man’s coarse voice sounded in Gusong’s ear.

"You!"

Gusong was suddenly shocked. He couldn’t comprehend how this person suddenly appeared beside him.

And those words seemed to imply that something on his body was an extremely delicious food for the other!

He couldn’t understand.

But he no longer had the opportunity to ponder.

Suddenly, a fierce wind arose from the void.

"Ancestor! Ancestor save us!" people cried out, as an indescribable fear in their hearts kept magnifying.

But before the few voices could echo, their bodies instantly stiffened.

Crack.

A chilling aura emanated from the old man, instantly enveloping the entire hall.

Within less than a breath, everyone was completely covered in a layer of silver frost.

Nearly forty Martial Artists of the Pei Family were completely wiped out!

The old man’s body suddenly released a bizarre ghostly presence, swallowing all the souls like a whale.

The ghostly presence wiggled like a digestive tract.

About thirty breaths later.

Dozens of strands of eerie black energy spewed from the ghostly mouth. Especially one particularly thick strand that brought waves of cold wind in the void.

With the appearance of the black energy, the hall’s atmosphere turned from chilling into hell. It was as if endless grudges were lamenting in the void, coupled with numerous desires were constantly released in one’s mind.

The old man retreated a step upon seeing the black energy, apparently unwilling to be contaminated.

He surveyed the surroundings, seeing no omissions: "Although the number is small, with this main soul, trapping the Inspector dog shouldn’t be difficult."

The old man took out that eerie silk, infusing it with his body’s black flame.

In an instant, it floated towards the chaotic black energy in the entire hall.

The thickest black energy seemed to find its home and instantly merged.

Numerous mystical runes, like scarlet chains, continuously wrapped around the black energy. At the moment, countless whirlwinds surrounded the core, constantly blowing with other black energies joining in.

An inexplicable, spine-chilling aura quietly emerged.

The old man seeing this, sneered and stepped out of the hall door.

After he left, it seemed as if the hall carried the weeping of a woman, the screams of a child, and the insane roars of a man, causing chaotic noises to echo incessantly. Listening to even a hint would make one’s hair stand on end.

It was as if there was an invisible barrier at the hall door, with no signs of abnormality from outside the hall.

Occasionally, Martial Artists reporting from the Pei Family headed towards the hall. After entering, they vanished silently without a scream, simply swallowed by the eerie presence within.

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Mere minutes after the old man left.

Whoosh!

A figure like a sharp arrow suddenly appeared and then stood at the door of the Pei Family hall.

Zhan Ting looked at the Pei Family hall with furrowed brows.

"Wasn’t it reported that a strange Taoist was spotted at the Pei Family?" Zhan Ting stepped forward, intending to enter the hall to inquire.

But he suddenly stopped, eyes fixating on the hall: "Why can’t I hear a single sound? Nor feel the slightest energy fluctuation!"

Zhan Ting jolted, his heart growing vigilant.

"This situation feels troubling and seems deliberately designed to lure me here." Zhan Ting contemplated repeatedly, looking towards the hall again: "No, it’s a scheme to draw away the tiger from the mountain."

Zhan Ting realized this but was not overly panicked.

Having battled ghosts before, he had immense confidence in his own strength: "Regardless of the Pei Family, first I will join with my fellow disciple. As long as I and Brother Cao are together, even the evil Daoists will be powerless."

Zhan Ting, with a remarkably clear mind, instantly made a decision.

He turned on his heel, heading towards the Academy.

But the next moment, it was as if an invisible barrier had already encased him entirely.

Boom!

The Pei Family hall suddenly exploded!

A gust of wind wildly expanded and shot outwards.

At the core, a massive shadow ten feet tall suddenly appeared, accompanied by countless gales of black energy raging like stormy waves, instantaneously rushing toward Zhan Ting.

"The evil spirit has formed."

"A trap has been sprung!"

Despite the fierce wind blowing, Zhan Ting’s eyes were sharp as a sword, listening to the twisted wails in his ears, his face dark as ink.

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Academy, side hall of the service palace.

Lin Yuan stepped inside, and the eyes of everyone in the hall immediately landed on his face.

"Greetings, Master Lin," Pei Zhangluo came forward with several Martial Artists to greet him.

"Who is this person?" Jiang Yu wondered inwardly.

In his memory, he had never seen this person before.

While he was still puzzled, Lin Yuan already passed by him.

"What does Master Lin want?" Jiang Yu was extremely nervous inside, almost about to cry: "I have never offended him!"

But the other’s attention was not on him.

Stepping into the side hall, Lin Yuan immediately spotted Duan Yong.

"Duan Yong," Lin Yuan spoke calmly.

Duan Yong shuddered upon hearing his name.

The other’s aura was so strong he didn’t even dare to lift his head.

"Do you recognize me?" Lin Yuan asked flatly.

Hearing this, Duan Yong dared to steal a glance hastily.

"No, sir, I do not recognize you," Duan Yong hurriedly lowered his head, speaking timidly.

He was just a spoiled young master who had never seen such a scene, already scared out of his wits.

"Look closely!"

Duan Yong dared not disobey and went for a detailed look again.

Yet he ultimately shook his head in a daze.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan lowered his eyelids slightly.

Only then did he realize that his former self, in front of Duan Yong, was nothing but an insignificant nobody.

When he killed his former self in Quanya Village, it was a casual deed, like slaughtering a chicken, leaving no memory in the other’s mind.

To kill you has nothing to do with you.

This sentence suddenly sprang into Lin Yuan’s mind.

In the memory of his former self, a resentment that cut to the bone was, to the rival, just a bit of amusement in life. Like a pebble thrown into the lake, causing a ripple, and then all was calm again.

This is the pitifulness of the lowest class.

The sorrow at the bottom of the food chain is that any slight trace of dust falls from above, crushing them to the point they can’t breathe.

The lucky ones live in hardship; the unlucky ones end up like his former self, using their lives as collateral.

If it wasn’t for his transmigration, the situation of the two would never change. His former self could only slumber in the earth with endless hatred.

But now, and in the future?