The people of Bianliang all knew that the emperor had five hundred strongest imperial guards, known as the Golden-armored Forbidden Guards. They were strong not because of their unparalleled attack power, but because of their strong defense.
Therefore, Zheng Yu thought that Xie Tian's miserable condition was because the Golden-armored Forbidden Guards were hard to kill. Even if he won, he wouldn't have killed many. However, he didn't expect Xie Tian to say one hundred.
One-fifth!
And one of the emperor's sons died too!
"You're finished! You're finished!"
Zheng Yu was so anxious that he didn't know what to do. He paced back and forth and mumbled, "The emperor has no sons. The crown prince will choose from a group of nephews. Zhao Hangzhi has the highest cultivation, so he will be the most popular. You, you killed the crown prince of the Kingdom of Song … I, why did I ask to be your captive?
God! "Zheng Yu knelt on the sand and howled. Xie Tian was the opposite. The more important Zhao Hangzhi was to Zhao Ye, the happier he was.
"How many nephews does Zhao Ye have?"
Zheng Yu rolled his eyes and got up from the ground. He quietly ran to the side and didn't want to talk to Xie Tian anymore.
Xie Tian didn't mind. If he killed them one by one, he would eventually kill them all. After making out with Xiao Ma for a while, he glanced at Xie Bao who was crazily cultivating. He sneered and sat down, ready to cultivate the Cultivating Essence Skill.
Liquid Primordial Yang was very effective in healing wounds, but Xie Tian didn't have enough Qi to heal all of his wounds in one go. The wounds that looked miserable but were actually not serious were all left.
After healing, Xie Tian began to feel the changes in his body.
After a long battle, apart from making the nine sets of cultivation methods more connected, he also found that the Innate Inner Qi was running more smoothly, and the pain was reduced a little.
Of course, this didn't mean that Xie Tian could become the first Internal Qi Realm warrior in history to control Innate Inner Qi at will. The gap in cultivation could be crossed, but not like this, because the world wouldn't allow it.
He also understood this, so he didn't force it. What really surprised him was that there was a faint sense of Qi in his Dantian. He knew that this was the embryonic form of Natal Inner Qi, because he had the experience of breaking through the Internal Qi Realm.
"It hasn't even been two days since I picked up all nine sets of cultivation techniques, and I've already developed a sense of Qi …"
Xie Tian took a deep breath and suppressed the excitement in his heart. Although he didn't know when his Qi sense would become Natal Internal Qi, he guessed right. Natal Internal Qi could be generated again!
Moreover, the reborn Natal Internal Qi would definitely be stronger than before!
What is this?
This was a blessing in disguise. Without Dustless's ruthlessness, Xie Tian would never discover that his body refinement had not reached the pinnacle, and his natal inner qi would be born again. Although he could still walk down the road, it would not be as broad as it was now.
After enjoying the joy of improvement for a while, Xie Tian calmed down and began to measure his own strength.
The appearance of Yang Zhong and Zhao Hangzhi made Xie Tian realize his own shortcomings. Although he didn't know that Zhao Ye was using the Dragon Lady as bait to command the world, he knew that the closer he got to Chu, the stronger the pursuers would be, especially the senior disciple of the Crimson Firmament Peak, Tong Lang.
He was alone and couldn't know his enemy, so he could only be a good confidant.
"Evil Kill, nine sets of cultivation techniques, Trembling Fist, forty percent Innate Inner Qi left, Inner Qi Realm Level One, nine Innate Heavenly Weapons, Shadow Moon Blades …"
Xie Tian calculated his own strength and found that if he only used his Inner Qi to fight the enemy head-on, he could only barely defeat a martial artist at Inner Qi Realm Level Four. For example, Lin Shahu, whom he killed by attacking his heart, could be killed in a head-on clash.
As for those above Inner Qi Realm Level Five, due to the great disparity in cultivation, especially in the quantity and purity of their Inner Qi, he couldn't win.
However, if he used his Innate Inner Qi, Xie Tian guessed that he could at most deal with a martial artist at Inner Qi Realm Level Nine. However, a lot of his Innate Inner Qi had been lost. He estimated that his Innate Inner Qi could only last in his body for six days at most, and this was under the condition that he didn't use it.
Xie Tian sighed. Ever since the Wuchen Temple, he had grown a lot stronger and killed Liu Xiaoju and other powerful cultivators. However, he had always won by attacking the opponent's mind. If he met an opponent who was unmoved, such as Yang Zhong, whose cultivation was lower than Liu Xiaoju's, he would have to use his Innate Inner Qi.
He was still very weak.
After recognizing this, Xie Tian didn't feel discouraged. Instead, he was full of fighting spirit. Wasn't the reason why he had grown to this stage because he was constantly fighting?
"If it was Plain Silence, I might not be as good as him now …" Xie Tian looked at Xie Bao and shook his head with a chuckle.
After eating the breakfast made by captive Zheng, Xie Tian continued to cultivate with a miserable body full of injuries. Zheng Yu had already turned his back because Xie Tian was still cultivating the Brute Force Realm.
As soon as the sun rose and the wind subsided, the three of them continued on their way to Mulan City. The whole morning was peaceful. Zheng Yu was speechless.
This was because he realized that Xie Tian didn't enjoy the peace. His little head kept looking back, as if he was hoping that a few opponents would pop up.
"How strange. Such a murderous nature. Is he really a killing cultivator?"
Zheng Yu was a little worried about his life. He almost thought of striking first to gain the upper hand, but how could he kill him? Forget about hidden weapons, forget about fighting head on, forget about using poison. Thinking about the terrifying scene of spitting out red vitriol from his mouth, Zheng Yu quickly shook his head.
"You want to kill me?"
The light sentence scared Zheng Yu out of his wits.
"As an excellent captive, I think I should think like this!" Zheng Yu suppressed his guilt with great perseverance and said stubbornly.
Xie Tian glanced at Zheng Yu and didn't say anything. He continued to cultivate. Zheng Yu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. He suddenly thought of a problem. He was just thinking about it. How did Xie Tian know?
"F * ck, that's sick. I can't even think about it!"
The peaceful journey to the west lasted until the evening.
When the wind and sand rose again, the rumbling of horse hooves gradually approached. Xie Tian stopped cultivating. Zheng Yu was very sensible. His face was pale, as if he had suffered a serious internal injury. However, his eyes were full of excitement as he looked back.
"Chen family …"
Xie Tian glanced around and didn't see Chen Qin. He had some doubts in his heart, but his face was still calm.
"Haha! Young Master Xie Tian! "
Zhen Chen shouted excitedly and jumped off the horse. He cupped his hands and smiled. "I only learned of Young Master's departure this morning. I was unable to send you off. I am really sorry …"
"Where is Chen Qin?" Xie Tian interrupted Zhen Chen's words and asked.
"Haha, Young Master Xie Tian, don't worry. I have already sent him to the Soul Knife Sect as you instructed." Zhen Chen was interrupted, but he was not unhappy. He waved his hand and shouted, "Bring it up quickly!"
A Chen family member quickly took out a tray, a jug of wine, and two wine glasses.
Zhen Chen poured two glasses of wine and took the lead to raise one of them. He said solemnly, "To tell you the truth, Young Master Xie Tian, this time the Chen family encountered a disaster. If it weren't for Young Master Xie Tian, the Chen family would have been exterminated. After learning of your departure, I can only offer you a glass of wine to express my gratitude …"
"I don't drink," Xie Tian said.
Zhen Chen's expression froze, then he smiled. "It's just a glass of wine. It won't make Young Master Xie Tian drunk."
Xie Tian looked at Zhen Chen calmly. Just as he was about to speak, the sound of hooves came again. He walked forward. "Someone is coming. If you want me to drink, you can wait. It will be quick."
As soon as Xie Tian left, the smile on Zhen Chen's face disappeared completely. At that moment, he suddenly felt a pair of mocking eyes staring at him. He turned his head and saw Zheng Yu.
"Haha, so it's Young Master Zheng …" Zhen Chen remembered the three things the Zheng family was good at. His heart skipped a beat and he greeted him with a hollow laugh.
Zheng Yu stared at Zhen Chen for a long time and said with a faint smile, "What Young Master? He's just a captive."
Zhen Chen's heart skipped a beat. Just as his eyes were about to bloom with joy, he heard the elder next to him say, "Master, look!"
Zhen Chen turned his head and saw a man riding a horse. Although he was hundreds of feet away, he could still hear the man's shout.
"It's him!" Zhen Chen's pupils shrank and he shouted!
"Who is Xie Tian? I, Red Beard, want to borrow your head!"
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