I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world Chapter 7 - 7 7 Do Not Die with the Orthodoxy

Chapter 7: Chapter 7 Do Not Die with the Orthodoxy Chapter 7: Chapter 7 Do Not Die with the Orthodoxy The next day, early in the morning.

Liang Hui woke up and had the remaining long snake for breakfast.

Then he “entered dreams” about Hong Er again, observing his boxing techniques and experiencing his way of generating force.

Afterwards, he started to cultivate in the cave.

His boxing movents beca more and more regular and also faster.

It was only after he had exhausted all his strength that Liang Hui sat down on the ground to rest for a while.

When he had slightly recovered his strength, he cut a few pounds of bear at and roasted it to eat.

The afternoon proceeded in the sa manner.

Entering dreams, practicing boxing, and eating at after depleting his strength.

With every minute, every second, the young man’s boxing was getting stronger, and his strength was increasing.

…

Yuan Yang Sect.

In the great hall were several vague figures seated in ditation, each emitting a powerful aura.

“Hey! Our sect’s Divine Maiden allowed the Divine Emperor to escape. Was she doing it on purpose, or is she really that incompetent?”

“I think it’s ti to replace the Divine Maiden to walk among the world.”

Dissatisfied voices echoed in the silent great hall.

“What Divine Emperor? A great demon who has killed countless, imposing his own will upon the common folk to follow, even if he transcends, he ultimately still brings ruin to all realms.”

“Sect Master, I believe it would be better to kill him earlier. To think of letting him join our sect and enlightening his heart, how laughable!”

An even more dissatisfied and aged voice rose in the hall.

Ever since that piece of mory suddenly appeared in everyone’s minds, Yuan Yang Sect, as one of the world’s top Dao lineages, had conducted multiple verifications in a short period.

Finally concluding that the mory was likely to be real.

How could Yuan Yang Sect, one of the biggest losers in that mory, accept such a result?

To think of such a glorious future, such an eternal life, such a world where gods still existed, yet they were not a part of it.

“Do you want to push the Dao lineage into a dead end again? Do not forget the character of that youth. As long as we approach him with goodwill, even if he grows strong again, he will not make things difficult for us.”

A gentle female voice transmitted through the great hall.

Thereafter, the high ranks of Yuan Yang Sect debated, so in agreent, so in opposition.

“Silence!”

A deep voice ca from the head of the great hall, belonging to a vague, towering figure.

The Sect Master of Yuan Yang Sect, one of the strongest in the whole world, was also, according to the mory of the future, one of the only two in Yuan Yang Sect who had taken a punch from Liang Hui before dying.

As his words fell, the dispute fell into silence.

“Seal the news of Liang Hui’s escape, then find him and enlighten him,” Ca an ethereal voice as if from another dinsion.

“Yes, Sect Master.”

There was no disagreent, only consensus.

All the high-ranking officials present had seen the strength of their Sect Master in the mory.

Unlike the not yet fully grown Liang Hui, at this mont he was indeed in his pri years!

…

Ti flowed like water.

In the blink of an eye, fifteen days had passed.

In the early morning, sowhere in an ancient forest.

A figure was continuously swinging his fists in front of a mountain cave, his punches stirring the leaves around him.

If Hong Er had not died, he would have been amazed at the scene before him.

The boxing in front of him was too similar to his own, but it was even more perfected and ferocious.

It was not until the sun was high in the sky that the figure stopped boxing and stood silently on the ground.

“I still haven’t sensed the Qi-Blood, haven’t stepped into the Skin Refining Level,”

Liang Hui muttered to himself, feeling the power coursing through his body.

He wasn’t surprised by this outco; after all, Hong Er was just a low-ranking mber of the Wild Wolf Gang.

Until death, he was still wandering at the threshold of sensing Qi-Blood.

Even though his ‘Green Wolf Fist’ had beco more perfected, it was not sothing that could be achieved in a re half month to step into the Skin Refining Level.

Gathering his thoughts, Liang Hui whispered in his heart.

“Enter the dream!”

The next mont, everything around began to blur.

Then, as if traversing through ti, he arrived once again at the courtyard where Hong Er practiced his boxing.

This ti, Liang Hui did not rge with Hong Er’s body, but appeared directly in front of the gate.

He was draped in a washed white blue robe, his hair bound behind his head with a grass rope, revealing a sowhat youthful face.

“Who’s there!”

With Liang Hui’s appearance, Hong Er roared loudly and took a defensive stance.

The youth, expressionless, strode towards Hong Er.

He gathered strength in his boxing technique, and with accelerated steps, aid a rapid blow at Hong Er’s neck.

Thud!

Hong Er crossed his hands in front to block the heavy punch.

However, with one punch, he was continuously forced to retreat.

Liang Hui imdiately followed up, stamped his right foot on the ground and, with renewed force in his arms, pounded towards Hong Er again.

This punch swept Hong Er’s defending arms away.

At the sa ti, Liang Hui’s body leaned forward with the force of the punch, and the arm that was freed struck Hong Er’s chest with an elbow.

Thud! Crack!

Hong Er was sent flying backwards.

He collapsed to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and after struggling a few tis, he was unable to get up.

“Who exactly are you?” he asked hoarsely, but received no reply.

Liang Hui simply stood silently on the stone slab, carefully reliving the process of the fight.

This was the quickest victory over Hong Er since he had discovered that the Divine Skill “Enter the Dream” could enhance his combat experience.

Once Liang Hui had absorbed the gains from this encounter, the environnt around him began to blur once again.

When his vision cleared, he found himself in front of the cave again.

Entering the cave, he imdiately saw the skeleton of the brown bear and so other small animal bones.

These had been his food for half a month; such a huge amount of at would normally have lasted for several months.

But since he began practicing the martial path, it had all been consud in just half a month.

Martial path practice already consus so many resources, he wondered how the Warrior class would compare.

Lost in thought, Liang Hui took a large piece of at from a corner, started to roast it.

At the sa ti, he took out the “Green Wolf Fist” manual from his bosom and began to flip through it.

He had looked through this manual several tis a day for the past half month, but this ti he wasn’t focusing on its content.

Instead, he sensed a very faint breath on the book, so faint that the untrained Liang Hui would never have noticed it.

“Still not enough, huh!”

The youth muttered softly. Even though he had perceived this breath with the Divine Skill “Enter the Dream,” he was unable to use it.

But it shouldn’t take much longer; Liang Hui felt that as long as his spirit and body advanced a bit further, he could attempt to “Enter the Dream.”

Liang Hui silently thought to himself while turning over the piece of at.

After the at was roasted and eaten, he began practicing his boxing technique once more.

In these peaceful tis growing stronger, he dared not slack off the slightest bit.

Four days later.

In the cave, Liang Hui was sitting cross-legged on dry grass, holding the fist manual in his hands.

Divine Skill “Enter the Dream.”

Activate!

In an instant, the surrounding environnt began to blur.

Wild dogs fighting over food, withered trees, screaming voices—everything streaked by until the scene settled on an elder sipping tea while seated on a stone chair.

The elder was dressed in a loose cloth robe embroidered with a golden wolf, sipping tea from a cup in small mouthfuls.

Just by sitting still, Liang Hui felt an overwhelming oppression, with boundless vigilance rising incessantly in his heart.

It seed that the person sitting on the stone chair was not an old man, but a giant wolf baring its fangs, ready to devour its enemy at any mont.

Wild Wolf Gang’s old gang leader—Tian Qing, so it’s you.

Liang Hui murmured.