I Become a Martial Arts God in the Chaotic Demon World

The Three-Life Breaking Tribulation Finger martial skill's might was remarkable, and its future potential was boundless. After breaking through with the help of the Taotie Furnace, its power would surely surge.

Getting such a martial skill meant that Han Zheng's trip was not in vain; at the very least, it wasn't a wasted effort.

Looking at the largest of the surrounding lights, Han Zheng asked, "Is that the passageway back to the Great Thousand World?"

Yan Xuankong nodded and sighed, "That's the one. It's been so long since I've been back."

Han Zheng returned the small statue of the Kitchen God to his Qiankun Bag and spoke to the Yan Xuankong within, "Once we reach the outside world, communicate with my Primordial Spirit first if there is anything. Don't recklessly reveal your form."

"I know, I'm not an idiot. How would I dare show myself so carelessly?

I don't even know where my old enemy is now, but only sixty years have passed; he's definitely still alive, so of course I'm going to be careful."

With a life span of more than three hundred years for a Yang God Realm martial artist, sixty years was nothing. Unless his foe was an old man at the end of his life span, he would certainly still be alive.

Han Zheng stepped into the passageway, and immediately a piercing white light rose before his eyes.

Moments later, when Han Zheng opened his eyes and looked around, he exclaimed in surprise, "Where the hell did this take me? Is this still Smoke Wave Prefecture?"

The place where Han Zheng appeared was very strange—it was a forest of stone.

Thick stone pillars stood densely packed upon the ground, resembling a forest. It was even endless, with no clear end in sight.

Forget Smoke Wave Prefecture; not even the entire Southern Mountain region had such a scene.

Yan Xuankong's Yang God had formed a spiritual pact with Han Zheng, so whatever Han Zheng saw, he could see, too.

After a moment of thought, the voice of Yan Xuankong echoed in Han Zheng's mind, "This is not Smoke Wave Prefecture, not even Southern Mountain. It should be the East Mountain Stone Forest of the East Mountain Prefecture in West River Road.

This place is an ancient relic. Nobody knows what it was used for—only speculating that it was built by ancient forebears to worship demon gods.

However, it's not too far from Smoke Wave Prefecture, roughly a day or two away."

At that moment, Yan Xuankong's expression suddenly changed, "This is bad!"

Han Zheng looked toward the Qiankun Bag, and the light on the Kitchen God statue was extremely dim. The power of Yan Xuankong's Primordial Spirit had become extremely weak.

"I didn't use up this much of your power when I made my move, did I?" Han Zheng asked, somewhat puzzled.

Yan Xuankong's expression was ugly, "That place, Thousand Buddha Village, had something strange about it; the time there seemed to be at a standstill, so there wouldn't be any depletion to my Primordial Spirit's power as long as it wasn't exerted.

But in the outside world, without a physical body, my Yang God is like a tree without roots or water without a source, constantly being depleted.

No, I need to enter a state of Yang God hibernation to conserve some strength. Call on me if you need me, and if you could find some treasures that help restore Primordial Spirit power, that would be ideal."

With those words, Yan Xuankong directly went into the Kitchen God statue and became still.

Han Zheng was left a bit speechless.

Why did he feel like he got the short end of the stick by forming a pact with Yan Xuankong?

Aside from obtaining two Dan Sea Realm martial skills, he hadn't gained any actual benefits, and it seemed like he had picked up a problem instead.

Shaking his head, Han Zheng headed straight for the south.

After rushing for half an hour, Han Zheng finally left the vast expanse of the stone forest. It took another half a day before he finally saw the vast Smoke Wave Lake.

Having spent a long time in that ghostly place, Thousand Buddha Village, Han Zheng now felt a sense of familiarity upon seeing Smoke Wave Lake.

At that moment, however, there came a clash of armed combat from the shore. Han Zheng moved closer for a look and immediately frowned.

The attackers seemed to be a group of bandits, numbering over a hundred, while they were besieging a dozen or so Xuanjia Guards.

With the bandits outnumbering the Xuanjia Guards tenfold, their situation was extremely perilous.

Han Zheng thought to himself that the Demon Cleansing Bureau of West River Road seemed somewhat ineffectual if bandits dared to come ashore and brazenly slaughter the Xuanjia Guards.

Previously, Li Tianbao of the Red Flag Thieves was arrogant but never dared to act so boldly against the Demon Cleansing Bureau.

Without hesitation, Han Zheng chose to intervene directly.

The Demon Cleansing Bureau had an unspoken rule: no matter which Xuanjia Guard you were and from where, as long as you saw another Xuanjia Guard in crisis, you would help each other if it was within your ability.

Xuanjia Guards carried out missions, walking amidst risk and crisis every day.

If you helped others today, naturally, others would help you when you fell into crisis tomorrow.

There was no need to talk about trust or mistrust, as long as you were donned in Xuan Armor, you were deemed trustworthy.

Of course, there were exceptions like Yan Xuankong, who were utterly unprincipled.

When he served as the Garrison Commander of the Southern Mountain, he was not too kind to his subordinates and had even used the lives of his Xuanjia Guards as bait.

Normally, Xuanjia Guards from the Demon Cleansing Bureau, upon encountering Yan Xuankong in Thousand Buddha Village, would likely be deceived by his Red Gold Flying Bear Armor, subconsciously trusting him.

Unfortunately, Han Zheng had seen the evaluation Wen Tingyun had of him and had never trusted him from the beginning.

Among that group of Xuanjia Guards, there were only three martial artists in the Xuan Gang Realm, while the rest were all in the Innate Realm. Among the bandits, there were as many as six in the Xuan Gang Realm.

Among those three martial artists in the Xuan Gang Realm, two were older while one appeared to be about Han Zheng's age, just over twenty.

"Master, we can't hold them off! Later, we will burn our Qi Blood Essence to protect you while you break out and immediately find the local Demon Cleansing Bureau to ask for help!

Don't blame these local Demon Cleansing Bureau people. After we find the Patrol Envoy, we'll then settle the score with them!"

A blood-soaked Demon Sweeping Captain, who looked to be over fifty, fought fiercely as he said this to the young man.

"Uncle Fang, since we've joined the Demon Cleansing Bureau, we should follow its rules. We are both Demon Sweeping Captains; why should you cover the rear while I escape?"

The young man, though handsome and slightly delicate in appearance, showed a remarkably resolute character.

"If it means sacrificing you guys to escape, I absolutely won't go."

Another Demon Sweeping Captain with a full bearded face already bore sword cuts all over his chest, and his Xuan Armor was nearly split apart.

He urgently said, "Master! Our deaths are trivial; your death is what truly matters!

We're at this age; dying is just that—dying. You, on the other hand, have boundless prospects. Why should you die here with us?

Moreover, if it wasn't for the lord, we would have died a hundred times over. Today, we can repay our life debt to the lord!"

The two Demon Sweeping Captains exchanged glances and simultaneously took action. They threw the young man out of the battle group and charged themselves to block the bandits.

The eyes of the young Xuanjia Guard instantly reddened, but he did not charge back into the fray.

His elder colleagues were desperately covering for him to flee; if he acted like a whining child, making a fuss and delaying things, their sacrifice would be in vain!

Just as the young man was ready to grit his teeth and retreat, a bright and stunning Sword Light suddenly fell.

A bandit in the Xuan Gang Realm was fiercely attacking the opponent; when he suddenly looked up, his expression changed in an instant.

The bandit's long sword instantly reversed, and his Gang Qi met the other's attack, but with a clang of impact, the bandit's long sword shattered in an instant, and he, spewing a mouthful of blood, was sent flying backward.

The two Xuanjia Guards looked at each other, their faces filled with shock.

What a domineering strike!

The next moment, a flash of blood appeared, and Han Zheng had instantly materialized in front of the Xuan Gang Realm bandit.

The Sword Light on the Autumn Water Shocking Swallow glided like a fleeting shadow, and the head of the Xuan Gang Realm bandit was off his shoulders in an instant!

"Slaying a martial artist in the Early Stage of the Xuan Gang Realm, acquiring a thousand Qi Blood Essence."

With two strikes, Han Zheng had slain a martial artist in the Xuan Gang Realm, which made the entire scene pause, all the Xuanjia Guards and a horde of bandits falling silent.

The next moment, the leader, a one-eyed burly man with a long spear, bellowed, "Old Three, Old Five! Team up and kill him!"

Leaving two Xuan Gang Realm bandits to engage the previous Xuanjia Guards, three Xuan Gang Realm bandit leaders immediately surrounded Han Zheng.

The bearded Demon Sweeping Captain, seeing this, hurriedly said, "Brother, be careful! These people are from the Smoke Wave Lake Flood Dragon Fort bandits! Their Great Master 'One-eyed Flood Dragon' Tong Tianba is already in the Late Stage of the Xuan Gang Realm, extremely difficult to deal with!"

Han Zheng smiled, revealing a row of bright white teeth, looking splendid.

Hard to deal with? These were all Qi Blood Essence coming to him on their own accord.