Kill Me More Times, I’ll Become Invincible

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Three hundred years ago, the founding emperor returned to the world, only to be defeated by a member of the Qiao family!

This scene shocked both the Imperial Guards and Flying Fish Guard in the palace.

For veterans like Hai Siyuan, this sight was not only shocking but also a grateful feeling of surviving the ordeal.

As they charged towards the founding emperor of their dynasty, they were indeed ready to sacrifice their lives.

Not fearing death doesn’t mean wanting to die.

If they could survive, that would naturally be a better outcome.

Hai Wuya watched the scene from afar, his cheeks flushed with illness, coughing lightly, his old back bent.

"Father, are you still holding up?" Hai Siyuan came forward to gently pat Hai Wuya’s back, supporting him to move forward.

"I’ve been enduring for a long time," Hai Wuya replied with a faint smile.

Hai Siyuan said in a serious tone,

"The matter is settled now, Father, hold on a little longer, we can go see Dr. Dong immediately."

"The miracle doctor has been helping you for months, he must have a way."

Hai Wuya didn’t say anything else, but he knew in his heart that pushing through until now was almost at his limit.

Even immortals can’t help, let alone a Dr. Dong?

Yet he didn’t reject his eldest son’s efforts, but just nodded faintly… The one who was comforted by treating a terminally ill patient was Hai Siyuan, the eldest son in the family.

If he didn’t do his best and couldn’t get into the palace to save Hai Wuya, he would feel regretful.

"Time is running out… Let’s go, you can enter Stone City, I’ll take you out of the palace."

Qiao Mu spoke.

After reaching the superb rank of spiritual refining, he noticed the cultivator’s gaze above the clouds, but these were just minor details.

Hai Wuya is in critical condition, it’s important to take him away in time.

Also, he was quite curious about the divine healer Dong Xinglin who could save Hai Wuya’s life.

Initially, Qiao Mu learned a finger technique, Fragmented Virtual Finger, from Dong Xinglin.

This technique belonged to superior martial arts, and now that it has reached perfection, it can even condense a three-foot sword energy on the fingertips when internal strength is at its peak.

Previously, Hai Wuya claimed that medical and martial skills are inseparable, and he had numerous discussions with Dong Xinglin. Now it seems that this matter may not be so simple.

Father and son Hai Wuya entered Stone City in Li Changshi’s hands one after another. With a flash, Qiao Mu stepped on the palace wall and flew up, openly leaving the palace as the long night approached dawn.

Thousands of Imperial Guards and Flying Fish Guards watched them leave, and no one tried to stop them.

Stop them? Are you kidding?

The unrivaled martial emperor from ancient times couldn’t stop him, what else can they do?

With Qiao Mu’s departure, all the thousands of eyes fell on the founding emperor who was healing in a pool of blood outside the Golden Dragon Palace.

Breaking through ten thousand Imperial Guards, assassinating the current emperor, defeating the founding emperor….

In the end, they could openly leave the palace without anyone daring to stop them.

At this point, the majesty of the Great Yan Royal Family had completely disappeared, even the legendary martial founding emperor had lost his dignity and the halo that surrounded him.

Facing the gaze of thousands, Founding Emperor Yan remained expressionless while using his techniques to heal.

He naturally knew what those Imperial Guards and Flying Fish Guards were thinking.

Founding Emperor Yan looked up at the sky, the night had fallen, the bright moon obscured by clouds, casting a gloomy shadow.

At this moment, he could be said to be experiencing the darkest time in his life in over two hundred years.

All his pride, self-respect, and dignity.

Have all vanished.

"This taste of bitter defeat." Yan Shenji lowered his eyelids.

He had been undefeated in the mortal realm two to three hundred years ago, never experiencing a defeat. He had always looked down upon the world’s heroes, observing the rise and fall of the world from his palace, seeing himself as the only immortal in the mortal realm, undefeated for two hundred years.

Founding Emperor Yan carefully pondered for a moment.

If time could turn back, to replay the battle just now, as long as he acted decisively, used his precious secret medicine, there would still be a forty percent chance of winning the battle.

His physical strength was not as good as Qiao Mu’s, and Qiao Mu’s internal strength was also not as good as his.

If he added the Human Emperor Sword, the chance of winning could reach eighty percent.

But all these are just being wise after the event.

In battles between martial artists, it’s not about who has bigger muscles or more internal strength. It’s about showing your skills and whoever performs better is more impressive.

The chance of victory is only a hair’s breadth away.

A moment of hesitation can result in a thousand miles of defeat.

In the eyes of the Founding Emperor Yan, he did suffer a loss, as Qiao Mu was seriously injured.

However, he also mastered the Shape Changing Skill from Wu Qizheng and the powerful Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method, making him more ruthless than other martial artists.

Hesitation leads to defeat.

As for being decisive… being decisive may only cost Qiao Mu his life.

When that time comes, Yan Shenji will witness the complete revival of a fully healed Qiao Mu in the third stage. What a celebration!

"Is this the progress of martial arts today?" Yan Shenji looked up alone.

At three hundred years old, he was the strongest master of ancient martial arts in the world.

But he was only the strongest in ancient martial arts.

Like the music people listen to on their phones and computers, most of it stays in the time of their youth.

Yan Shenji often praised the advancements in martial arts today, such as the superb ranking light-foot technique Heavenly Dragon Eight Steps, the Earth Sword Immortal, Martial Saint, and the Shape Changing Skill displayed by Qiao Mu.

But in reality, he has been stuck in the era from nearly three hundred years ago when he was already unbeatable.

His proudest martial arts skill is the Imperial Extreme True Skill that he created in his prime.

This is actually a kind of arrogance from an elder.

While he compliments the progress of martial arts today, deep down he still believes he is the strongest, thinking that the so-called Heavenly Dragon Eight Steps technique ruling over the world cannot escape his grasp.

He had never truly looked at the current martial arts world, he only looked down on it from an arrogant viewpoint of the older generation.

Things like the Heavenly Dragon Eight Steps, Flesh Changing Skill… new and interesting as they were, were just superficial tricks.

And now, this arrogance had been shattered and destroyed by his first defeat in over two hundred years.

"In each era, new talented people will emerge, replacing the old ones."

"Qiao Jin, who defeated me, is from an ancient dynasty older than mine, but he practices a new technique of today…"

To Yan Shenji, this battle could actually be considered…

A duel between ancient and modern martial arts.

And he was defeated miserably.

Yan Shenji got up, directing the younger generations of the royal family and the Imperial Guards to regroup and tidy up the aftermath of tonight.

Instead of caring about who is better at martial arts, Yan Shenji is actually more interested in the state of mind shown by Qiao Jin, who is older than him.

Suddenly, he had a thought and looked up.

Between the clouds in the night sky, a white-haired Taoist from the Great Dao Sect named Nascent Soul Elder Qingyi appeared out of thin air.

"An Elder from the Great Dao Sect, here to joke with me?" Yan Shenji said calmly.

At this moment, Yan Shenji was experiencing the darkest period of his life in over two hundred years.

All his glory and honor had turned into stepping stones for the Qiao family after his disastrous defeat.

"Wins and losses are common in warfare, I just want to discuss important matters with the old Emperor," Elder Qingyi said.

"Qiao Jin has not gone far, and there are still some ordinary soldiers around him, these are all his burdens."

"Burdens?" Founding Emperor Yan raised an eyebrow.

"Correct," Elder Qingyi explained.

"That Stone City was actually a treasure created using immortal techniques, but the creator was not skilled, most likely a novice cultivator."

"For us, destroying that Stone City and its people is not difficult."

"Furthermore, old emperor, don’t you still have a trick up your sleeve?"

"How about the two of us work together?" Elder Qingyi suggested.

"You engage Qiao Jin, and I will assist you with spells. If we both attack together, we have a ninety percent chance of killing Qiao Jin."

Cultivators look down on ordinary martial artists.

But Founding Emperor Yan is the owner of the Human Emperor Sword, a fact that caught Elder Qingyi’s attention.

Elder Qingyi had a plan in mind. If Founding Emperor Yan agreed, the martial artist would lead the charge, while Elder Qingyi attacked from afar with his powerful spells.

Regardless of success or failure, he who is high above the clouds will not have any risks.

The one with risks is only Founding Emperor Yan, he can simply use his magical powers to escape.

Cooperation?

Founding Emperor Yan didn’t immediately agree, his face showed a thoughtful expression as if he was deep in thought.

After a moment, he suddenly asked:

"I heard that cultivators on the path to immortality cultivate a pure heart, so they must eliminate impure thoughts and emotions?"

"Correct," Elder Qingyi nodded.

"Could it be that your request is… a method of cultivation? If this can eliminate the life of that Qiao Jin, then it may not be impossible."

"The world is full of suffering, cultivators must not be tainted by worldly matters, naturally they must eliminate impure thoughts and barriers in their hearts…"

Emperor Yan seemed quite interested in this, "Please tell me more."

Elder Qingyi glanced at Emperor Yan, took a moment to think, and then said:

"Ordinary people are weak, born in this chaotic world. It’s very difficult for an ordinary person to survive, so they have families and clans."

"Ordinary people rely on their families and clans, forming bonds through blood ties to survive in this chaotic world together."

"This is the way for ordinary people to survive, but it is only the way for ordinary people."

Emperor Yan pondered over this.

"Families and clans are ultimately places where the weak seek warmth in numbers. True strong individuals don’t need to rely on groups, as one person can cultivate alone," said Elder Qingyi with a deeper meaning.

"When a person’s inner strength is strong enough, they can ignore society’s moral constraints and address the burdens on themselves."

"Cultivators speak of companionship on the path of cultivation. Companions are fellow cultivators, not spouses or family members. Those who accompany each other on the path are true companions, not simply tied by blood or ethical norms."

He tried to break through the mystery of Founding Emperor Yan.

In his opinion, Founding Emperor Yan, who had lived for three hundred years, had somewhat gone astray.

For three hundred years, with Founding Emperor Yan guiding the younger generations in the imperial palace, not even a superb martial artist was born in the entire royal family.

The only talented prince died young.

A person like Founding Emperor Yan, bound by the family, had somewhat hindered him from achieving greater success.

Founding Emperor Yan listened quietly and also felt emotional:

"The world is indeed impure, an ordinary heart cannot withstand the years, beauty always fades, heroes always decline, without the path to immortality, one cannot transcend."

"No one can be strong all their life, without moments of despair and weakness."

"Those who never give up, who are always firm, only exist in the fictional stories created by storytellers."

Elder Qingyi frowned as he listened to Founding Emperor Yan’s sighs, wondering what scene was unfolding before him.

They were not acquainted with each other, so why was he pouring out his sorrows here?

However, as Elder Qingyi closely examined the blood-stained robes and the tired and sorrowful expression of Founding Emperor Yan, he had a realization:

This was more than just a tragic defeat.

It was clear that this battle had shattered Founding Emperor Yan’s martial aspirations, leading to this late-night heart-to-heart.

"But…" Founding Emperor Yan sighed again.

"Common people in the mortal world are constantly struggling against their own weaknesses and fears, stumbling through life," he said.

Before he could finish his sentence,

He pointed the Human Emperor Sword towards the sky, as ethereal chains emerged from the void and wrapped around Taoist Qingyi’s back.

Elder Qingyi had no strength to resist and fell down in a sorry state.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Founding Emperor Yan’s expression turned cold and stern, as he slowly approached with the Human Emperor Sword in hand.

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