In order to live immortal, I changed a martial artist world to a xianxia world

Chapter Seventy-Four: Tragic! The First Collapsed Dynasty!

“Pfft~”

Murong Fu’s body was sent flying through the air before crashing heavily onto the ground in the distance. Moments ago, he had been brimming with confidence, yet now, he lay sprawled on the ground, convulsing like a dying dog. Beside him, Feng Bo’e fared even worse.

The moment Shi Potian made his move, Feng Bo’e sensed that something was amiss. As Murong Fu’s devoted servant, he did not hesitate in the slightest—he immediately threw himself in front of his master.

Fortunately, at the last moment, Shi Potian softened his strike, withdrawing the bulk of his power. Even so, the strength he wielded was far beyond what a mere Zhixuan grandmaster could endure. Feng Bo’e, struck directly by Shi Potian’s attack, suffered the complete destruction of his meridians. Now, he lay motionless on the ground, his fate uncertain.

“As expected…”

“How weak!”

“Even weaker than I had imagined!”

Shi Potian scratched the back of his head and remarked indifferently. He could not understand why two individuals so pitifully weak would even think of targeting him.

Hearing these words, A’Fei’s lips twitched almost imperceptibly. He wanted to tell Shi Potian that Murong Fu was no mere nobody—he was a Tianxiang grandmaster, certainly not a weakling. After all, before Shi Potian had taken action, A’Fei had already exchanged blows with Feng Bo’e. Due to being two minor realms lower in cultivation, A’Fei had been unable to defeat Feng Bo’e, though he had not lost either. It was only when Murong Fu grew impatient and abruptly intervened that the situation changed.

Seeing A’Fei in danger, the worried Shi Potian revealed his terrifying power. Before him, neither Murong Fu nor Feng Bo’e had lasted even a single move. This made A’Fei acutely aware of just how overwhelmingly strong Shi Potian was.

“Forget it.”

“Let’s go.”

Glancing at the miserable state of the master and servant duo, A’Fei sheathed his longsword without hesitation. Had he been the one to defeat Murong Fu, A’Fei would have shown no mercy—he would have slain them both without a second thought. However, the one who had crushed Murong Fu was none other than the terrifying Shi Potian. Under such circumstances, A’Fei naturally saw no reason to continue attacking.

“Alright.”

Shi Potian chuckled and agreed readily. He, too, had no real intention of killing Murong Fu and Feng Bo’e. Otherwise, he would not have restrained himself when Feng Bo’e shielded Murong Fu with his own body. Without looking back, the two turned and strode into the distance.

“Damn it!”

“Why has it come to this?!”

After Shi Potian and A’Fei had disappeared, Murong Fu slowly opened his eyes, his gaze brimming with resentment. Never had he expected that the two insignificant nobodies he had set his sights on would turn out to be so powerful. With a single, effortless palm strike, Shi Potian had shattered his pride completely.

He was a descendant of the Great Yan imperial lineage, the renowned Nan Murong of the martial world! How could he, standing before this obscure and foolish boy, feel as powerless as a mere insect? To survive, he had even been forced to feign unconsciousness, hoping his enemy would show mercy.

“Damn it!”

“I will kill you both!”

“I swear upon the bloodline of the Great Yan—your lives shall be repaid in blood!”

Grinding his teeth, Murong Fu endured the searing pain coursing through his body as he forced himself to his feet, his expression venomous. He dragged his heavily wounded body towards a nearby demonic beast’s lair. He needed a place to heal—somewhere he could recover as swiftly as possible. This lair seemed like a suitable choice. As for Feng Bo’e, who still lay unconscious on the ground, he did not spare him a single glance. To Murong Fu, a worthless servant—even if loyal—held no real value.

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From his vantage point in the sky, Bai Chen watched Murong Fu with a faint smile on his lips. He was not the least bit surprised by this outcome. Though Shi Potian was kind-hearted, he would never hold back against an enemy. The gap in strength between Shi Potian and Murong Fu was simply insurmountable. Even after pulling his punches, Shi Potian had still left Murong Fu utterly helpless. What truly caught Bai Chen’s attention, however, was Murong Fu’s utter disregard for Feng Bo’e.

Such ruthless pragmatism…a ruthless man indeed! Yet one who consistently overestimated himself.

People like that could never become true powerhouses. Shaking his head, Bai Chen lost interest in Murong Fu and vanished into the air.

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Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling stood staring at each other, their expressions complicated.

“Ling Shao, how are we supposed to explain this?”

Kou Zhong let out a bitter laugh and turned to Xu Ziling. Among the martial artists of the five great dynasties, the Great Sui Dynasty had fared the worst. Its influence in the martial world had long since plummeted to the lowest depths. Among the dozen-odd warriors they had gathered, not a single one was a Tianxiang grandmaster. Even Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, the strongest of their group, were merely at the peak of the Zhixuan realm.

Thus, upon entering Xuantian Sword Sect, the warriors of the Great Sui had soon run into trouble. They had encountered over a dozen powerful demonic beasts. Before such terrifying creatures, they had barely been able to put up any resistance. Faced with imminent death, the already disorganised group of warriors utterly collapsed. Panic-stricken, they scattered in all directions, fleeing for their lives. In such chaos, even as temporary leaders, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling had been powerless to stop them.

“Master…”

“He won’t blame us, will he?”

Xu Ziling fell silent for a moment before speaking softly. Though Yuwen Tuo had never formally taken them as disciples, in their hearts, they had long since regarded him as their master.

“Why?”

“Are you saying it’s because we obtained the Immortal Dao cultivation technique?”

Kou Zhong was momentarily stunned but quickly realised what Xu Ziling meant.

Indeed, the warriors of the Great Sui Dynasty had been wiped out under the demonic beasts’ onslaught. But while the beasts were preoccupied hunting down the others, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling seized the opportunity to slip into the creatures’ lair. There, they had discovered a Refining Spirit, Returning to the Void level Immortal Dao technique, along with numerous rare treasures.

“Exactly!”

“That is precisely why!”

“Zhong Shao, our master sent us to Xuantian Sword Sect for one reason—the Immortal Dao technique!”

“Besides, with his wisdom, do you really think he was unaware of how unreliable these temporary recruits were?”

“No, he must have known!”

“So even if every single one of them perishes at the hands of the beasts…”

“As long as we bring back the Immortal Dao technique, we will not only avoid punishment—we will be rewarded!”

A confident smile spread across Xu Ziling’s face. He was the sharper of the two. Thus, even before entering Xuantian Sword Sect, he had already understood Yuwen Tuo’s true intentions.

Perhaps it was a cold-hearted gesture. Yet Xu Ziling felt no guilt. In a world where the strong devoured the weak, survival was the only law. Born as street ruffians, both he and Kou Zhong had learned this lesson long ago.

“Hahaha!”

“That’s fantastic!”

Hearing Xu Ziling’s explanation, Kou Zhong’s face lit up with delight. Unlike Xu Ziling, he felt no guilt whatsoever. So long as he and Xu Ziling were safe, the fate of the others was irrelevant to him.

“Zhong Shao!”

“We must go now!”

Xu Ziling’s eyes gleamed with determination as he urged their departure.