Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction Chapter 206 - 62 Waiting

After successfully condensing the first magical vein, Lin Yuan’s confidence soared.

"No wonder the strength between the Magical Vein Realm and the Condensed Origin Realm is worlds apart. A single acupoint, once condensed, amounts to twice that of the Condensed Origin Realm. How could one even fight?" Lin Yuan shook his head, sowhat reflective: "Moreover, the energy gathered in the magical vein is all refined through one’s will, and its quality is incomparable to that of the Condensed Origin Realm."

A mont later, that wisp of crisis lingering in his heart struck once again.

"Stepping into the Magical Vein, I wonder how much I lack in comparison to that ghostly figure."

"Hm? Why do I have such thoughts!"

"I’ve beco arrogant, actually wanting to compete with the ghostly figure."

Soon, he cald down, and the self-satisfaction from just breaking through returned to stillness.

"I have rely just barely condensed a small acupoint, and my own energy veins aren’t even fully filled yet. How could I be a match for such a terrifying existence?"

Lin Yuan couldn’t help but begin to reflect.

He had only condensed one acupoint, not even having entered the Magical Vein Realm.

Facing that massive ghostly figure, that horrifying appearance that instills fear, and the heart-penetrating cold wind, how could he defend against such thods?

And as for him?

His body could barely be said to have a little muscle, even in demon hub form, all he gained was a bit of speed and strength, like a blow-up doll — looks good but is useless.

And his soul? So fragile it couldn’t stand three breaths in the sunlight. Couldn’t withstand the wind, let alone rain, as fragile as a three-year-old child?

Still thinking of competing with the ghostly figure?

Lin Yuan suddenly broke out in a cold sweat: "I’m still too weak!"

At this mont, the room was silent, with only Lin Yuan’s slight nasal breathing audible.

"If the ghostly figure attacks head-on, one glare might be enough to kill ."

"No, no, I must get stronger." Lin Yuan took a deep breath, slowly calming the vibrations in his heart: "First, set a goal, to fill five acupoints in a month."

With this thought, Lin Yuan no longer hesitated and softly exclaid, "Nine Chapters!"

He delved once more into the Nine Chapters space, gazing at the palm-sized Golden Cloud Pill vine leaf, and softly said, "Deduce the Golden Cloud Pill refining thod at the Great Achievent Realm."

A mont later, Lin Yuan turned to another vine leaf.

Lin Yuan’s low voice echoed in the Nine Chapters space: "Nine Chapters, deduce the minor achievent realm’s Divine Illumination Cloud Sutra!"

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Within the hidden cavern of the Hong family.

The Ghost Taoist sat cross-legged within the shadow of the room.

Inside the room, there was only a small yellow candle fla, flickering quietly.

The two maids standing beside, though their pale faces showed little fear, their trembling bodies and restless limbs unmistakably revealed the deep terror in their eyes.

For they had seen with their own eyes, more than a dozen maids before them being thrown into the dark river in the ravine.

At this mont, the two dared not breathe heavily, bowed their heads, biting their lips tightly, not daring to look at the Ghost Taoist in the shadow. Their fair hands kept digging into their skin with their nails to relieve inner stress.

Tap, tap, tap.

At this ti, the sound of footsteps ca from outside the house.

Bang Zhao cupped his hands, his face dark as he looked into the shadow: "Senior has summoned , may I ask what orders you have."

A coarse and hoarse voice sounded: "Where is the person I want? Where are they!"

The shadow fluctuated, stirring cold winds, indicating the other’s extrely unsettled mood.

Bang Zhao bowed even lower.

He looked at the tips of his shoes, remained silent for a mont, then spoke with a hint of weariness: "Senior, my Hong family has ceased all activities, focusing entirely on searching this matter. But the target is too vast, and a desolate place like Yanghua, with its wide territory and sparse population, is extrely difficult to search."

Bang Zhao paused, then sighed: "So people before have provided clues, but after verification, they were all false information. The real search still needs your patience, Senior."

"Patience?"

The hoarse voice suddenly sounded in Bang Zhao’s ear.

Bang Zhao saw a pair of golden silk cloud-stepping shoes suddenly appear right in his line of sight on the ground.

The surrounding sinister winds chilled him to his core.

"Ah ah!"

The maids suddenly emitted heart-rending cries.

Bang Zhao slightly raised his head and saw the ghostly look of the Ghost Taoist, irritable as ever.

Crack!

The maid struggling and screaming in midair suddenly twisted into a bizarre shape, her eyes losing focus, breath halting completely.

The other maid watched this in horror, her legs giving way, collapsing to the ground, staring dumbly at the scene.

Thud!

The maid’s corpse fell from midair.

The Ghost Taoist coldly snorted: "My patience is limited, hope you present results before it’s fully exhausted."

Bang Zhao’s eyes already showed hatred beyond description, but on the surface, he displayed fear: "I, I will try my best."

Seven days later.

Within the mountain cavern.

"Where are the results! Where are the results I want?"

The room was filled with hoarse roars: "After all this ti, you tell there’s no clue! Useless, all of you are useless!"

Bang Zhao’s face was gloomy like water, looked at the Ghost Taoist with fear and said: "Senior, I truly tried my best. But the matter you instructed is extrely secretive. Please give a few more days, I promise I can find that person and give you a satisfying answer."

"A satisfying answer? Find it for right now! No clues, no results, you tell , how am I to be satisfied?"

The Ghost Taoist’s voice continuously echoed in the room, as if questioning Bang Zhao’s soul from all directions.

"I, I," Bang Zhao raised his head, his voice stamring, not knowing how to respond.

Suddenly, the quietly burning oil lamp extinguished instantly.

Swish!

Bang Zhao suddenly felt as if sothing was beside him.

The next mont.

"Ah, my finger."

Bang Zhao suddenly groaned, then scread in pain aloud.

"I am displeased, consider this a small punishnt." The Ghost Taoist’s voice returned to its severe tone: "From today onwards, if you don’t produce results in one day, I will remove a part of you."

"Scram!"

The Ghost Taoist waved fiercely.

Boom!

Bang Zhao just felt a fierce wind rush at him, as if he were a fly being swatted, his body abruptly flew backward, landing and rolling out of the stone house.

Two breaths later, he stopped rolling.

He held tightly to where his finger had been severed. With a face full of embarrassnt, he stood up, looked fearfully into the depths of the stone house, and bowed as he slowly retreated.

Once he turned around, the fear on his face gradually faded, but his eyes harbored endless hatred and malevolence.

When Bang Zhao returned to the study, Hong Wenli was waiting inside.

Seeing Bang Zhao’s severed finger, she was taken aback: "Family Head!"

By then, Bang Zhao had already wrapped his severed finger with gauze, calmly saying: "It’s fine."

"The Ghost Taoist cut off one of my fingers today, but if I delay one more day, he’ll take another part of ." Bang Zhao’s voice was calm, as if it wasn’t his finger that was lost.

Hong Wenli’s eyes reddened, holding back tears from flowing: "Rather than wait, tell the Ghost Taoist about this tomorrow; otherwise, how will your body endure, Family Head!"

Upon hearing this, Bang Zhao slowly but firmly shook his head: "The Ghost Taoist hasn’t been driven into desperation yet!"

Hong Wenli was taken aback, covering her mouth to stifle her sobs, yet tears spilled over like pearls.