Kill Me More Times, I’ll Become Invincible

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The hunchbacked guest was not as subtle as the other martial artists around him.

He frowned and directly voiced his inner question:

"I heard that Mr. Qiao alone saved the city. On that day, even the local lord of Linhe City was begging for mercy, and the rest of the soldiers and civilians did not have any different opinions, no one questioned the Elder of Immortal Gate, they just wanted to survive."

"So you call this having mixed thoughts, being indecisive?"

The other martial artists also nodded in agreement.

Actually, as they mentioned getting older, they began to look ahead and behind, they could relate a little.

They were indeed unruly individuals from the jianghu, but when they were young, many of them were ambitious and had lofty ideals for the world.

However, the era of the martial arts world has passed. The Nine Heavenly Immortal Gates dominate Jiu Province, and before cultivators, martial artists are just ordinary people. The distinction between immortals and mortals is like a huge gap.

Qiao Mu, on the other hand, shook his head.

In the past, when he encountered something, he would just go for it.

But now?

Now, as he is getting older, he carefully considers things.

After a little thought, calm analysis, he realized that overthinking was useless, and took action.

Perhaps, this is what growth is all about.

Qiao Mu slowly began to speak:

"Since our Qiao family entered Jiu Province, everything we have known along the way can be summed up in just eight words."

"Pity their misfortune, anger at their lack of resistance."

These past few days, he couldn’t help but remember the military and civilians in Linhe City during the torrential rain and flooding, feeling a heavy burden in his heart.

After killing an elder from the Immortal Gate, the local lord appointed him as a new elder of the Immortal Gate.

Even after beheading the elder from the Immortal Gate, the burden still remained.

His sword-wielding exploits had become a martial arts legend in the eyes of the world, but he had only cut through one layer of waves, while the vast ocean still lay before him.

What if the waves recede and then return?

It’s easy to cut down heavenly immortals above, but cutting down the immortals within the heart is difficult.

Qiao Mu could defeat the immortal standing in the clouds, but he couldn’t erase the god figure in the hearts of the common people.

It’s not just about having great martial skills to achieve this.

"The suffering in this world cannot be solved by one person like Qiao, nor can it be cured by the Qiao family alone."

"In the practice of immortal cultivation, one needs innate spiritual talent, access to cultivation resources, and the power of incense offerings. Therefore, only a few geniuses with innate spiritual talent can walk the path of immortality."

"With the people’s ignorance and the backwardness of martial arts, we must pioneer the way of martial arts!"

Qiao Mu spoke slowly:

"Dominating the martial world is not something that Qiao alone or the Qiao family can achieve."

"Today’s Peach Blossom Villa is a place to find like-minded companions to explore martial arts together."

In fact, Qiao Mu had mentally prepared for the possibility of no one joining him in advance.

He didn’t expect martial artists to be very wise. He just wanted Qiao Mu to use the reputation of the Qiao family to trick martial artists into sharing their skills with him.

Enough martial arts practitioners, enough people practicing martial arts, and enough experts in martial arts techniques would become the foundation for his martial arts development.

Everyone listened quietly, feeling quite moved.

Someone said with emotion:

"Mr. Qiao is indeed remarkable."

"Yes," a middle-aged scholar in the crowd sighed.

"Mr. Qiao worked hard to establish Peach Blossom Villa, gathering heroes from all over the world, not to dominate but for a greater purpose."

"He used to have a chivalrous spirit as a young man, but now he has a broader vision to save people and help those in need…"

But it was clear that the middle-aged scholar’s flattery fell flat.

To save people and rescue them from danger is Qiao Mu’s duty, but he did not confirm.

"Just like before, please don’t rush to praise me."

Fancy words may sound good and deceive others, but it’s hard to deceive oneself.

For Qiao Mu, who have lived for thousands of years in Long Life Dream, every time he faces death, he must honestly confront his own feelings.

He knows himself very well.

Even though there are many flatterers in Great Yan now, there are still people like Hai Wuya who care about the world, as well as soldiers like Li Changshi and Hai Siyuan who have fought alone for forty years.

Qiao Mu is actually different from them.

"The passion of youth never returns, it’s hard to go back to the past," Qiao Mu said calmly.

"It’s human nature and a common thing in the world, you can’t force it."

Only Qiao Mu grinned and said:

"But I insist, I must ask for one that I won’t regret!"

"Among the three thousand things in the world, I only ask for one that pleases me!"

As the words fell, everyone looked at each other.

Before arriving at Peach Blossom Villa, they all had their own guesses about Qiao Xin, the mythological martial artist who killed the Elder of Immortal Gate.

In their minds, members of the Qiao family must have a noble and grand reason for acting this way.

Such as saving the people from disasters.

However, Qiao Xin’s answer was much simpler than they had imagined, not like what they expected from a "martial arts legend."

Is the scope too narrow?

That’s not right.

Some martial artists before considered a member of the Qiao family as a saint.

Even if Qiao Mu deliberately tarnished their reputation, in their eyes, the Qiao family member still retained a layer of "martial arts myth."

In today’s Jiu Province, the Qiao family member seemed like a group of inflexible but honorable and bright individuals, standing out from the martial artists of Great Yan. It was almost like the difference between a saint and an ordinary person.

Looking back now, it was clear that he was a straightforward and honest hero.

Whether to kill immortals or save the city, it all boiled down to a sense of injustice in his heart.

In all matters, he sought contentment and clarity of mind, just that and nothing more.

With a bit less aura and a bit more popularity.

"Even so, Mr. Qiao remains extraordinary," the middle-aged scholar continued.

"As people grow older, they are often less impulsive than when they were young."

The middle-aged scholar was ready to try a different approach to please others, but Qiao Mu stopped him with a wave of his hand.

Qiao Mu had no interest in hearing more flattery, so he just lifted his wine bowl and drank it all.

The wine dripped down his chin and fell onto the ground.

After finishing his drink, Qiao Mu’s face showed a hint of redness, indicating he was a bit tipsy.

With his strong tolerance for alcohol, he could easily handle many drinks without getting drunk, but tonight at the mansion, he allowed himself to indulge for a night of relaxation.

The man with a beard stood nearby, staring at him for a long time.

He stayed silent, unlike the others who were expressing their opinions.

However, his generous words sparked up the atmosphere of the banquet.

Hai Siyuan and Li Changshi stood quietly nearby, listening attentively with thoughtful expressions on their faces.

"Senior Qiao’s words are not wrong. Whether it’s martial arts or the quest for immortality, how can one person or one family bear such heavy burdens?" said Hai Siyuan.

"That’s right," Li Changshi nodded as well.

As Sky Piercing River burst its banks, threatening to flood Linhe City, they were not there.

However, afterwards, they learned what had happened that day.

Qiao Mu said that the Southwest Province was a place of hardship and treachery, but looking at the people in the other areas of Jiu Province, there were plenty of ignorant and short-sighted individuals.

But they knew of one place that was an exception.

That was the solitary city in the desert where they had stayed for forty years.

"While the people in Jiu Province struggle to survive, the soldiers and civilians in the city where we once lived are different."

The people of Jiu Province are just ordinary people, but are the soldiers and civilians in the lonely city not also ordinary people?

Why is there such a clear difference between the two?

"People’s hearts are all made of flesh, it’s just a matter of exchanging hearts." Li Changshi’s gaze was deep.

"We, 100,000 comrades, have defended the lonely city for forty years without retreating, the people naturally know the belief in our hearts."

"It’s not just about belief and fighting spirit." Hai Siyuan disagreed.

"If we only have unyielding fighting spirit, we may not be able to escape from the Hundred-mile Desert, destined to be buried there, even our souls will be used by the Immortal Gate."

"Having only fighting spirit without extraordinary martial arts, eventually human strength will reach its limits."

Without the involvement of a Qiao family member, the 300 white-headed soldiers with fighting spirit alone might have disappeared in the desert, never to be heard from again.

"Indeed, it’s just that this outer Jiu Province is lacking some spark." Li Changshi looked at the hundreds of guests at the banquet.

He thought that the five hundred people who newly joined Peach Blossom Villa, just like generations of members from the Qiao family who sacrificed their lives, were all a part of the legacy.

"We seek to temper an unyielding spirit, and hone our martial skills," Li Changshi said.

"I wonder where Peach Blossom Villa will go from here," he pondered.

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The man with a twisty beard gracefully bowed, silently.

"My confusion is now resolved, thank you Mr. Qiao for enlightening me," he said.

As he turned to leave, he was unexpectedly stopped by Qiao Mu’s gesture, "Please stay."

The man with the twisty beard had no choice but to halt his steps.

Qiao Xin held a high social status, so as an ordinary guest at the villa, he didn’t want to show disrespect in public.

"Di Xian’s way of speaking is impressive, he seems to be quite extraordinary." Qiao Mu said.

"If you know any talented and exceptional individuals, please introduce them to me for Peach Blossom Villa," he added.

Qiao Mu’s lectures were not simply reading from a script.

As the number one person on the Spiritual Refining List, his intuition for spiritual refining was extremely strong. While teaching, he also paid attention to the guests and audience in the manor.

He could tell who was listening attentively, who was confused, who pretended to understand by nodding along with the crowd, and who was sincerely taking notes.

Qiao Mu simply wanted to find some talented individuals in the martial world of Jiu Province.

And in Qiao Mu’s intuition, the bearded man named Di seemed to be one of the rare talented individuals among the heroes.

This man nodded repeatedly while Qiao Mu explained the "Divine Transformation Technique," showing a lot of confidence.

If his martial arts ability was not only at the 4th rank, Qiao Mu would have thought he had also studied the superb internal strength transformation technique.

When Qiao Mu saw the man turning to leave, he knew that the man had made up his mind to go.

"Thank you, Senior Qiao," the man with long whiskers said.

"Peach Blossom Villa is now filled with talented individuals. What more do we need, brave and talented heroes?"

Upon hearing this, Qiao Mu looked directly into his eyes and spoke slowly.

"Indeed, we lack someone as heroic as you."

The man with long whiskers locked eyes with him.

Suddenly, a loud thunder echoed through the sky, lightning piercing through the dark clouds, serpentine bolts dancing in the clouds.

"You are too kind, Senior Qiao," the man with long whiskers looked up at the sky and said slowly.

"Although Peach Blossom Villa is wonderful, I also have a family of my own and cannot be far away. Please forgive me."

After speaking, he took a step and walked out of the manor, gradually disappearing from sight.

……………………………………….

Outside the manor.

A man with a tangled beard stood expressionless in the shadow.

He glanced back at the distant Peach Blossom Villa, muttering to himself:

"Following one’s heart, showing compassion to all beings, for the world… This is not just the spirit of a chivalrous man, but the bold heroism willing to challenge even the gods themselves."

"Inhuman War has passed for over forty years, and finally, there emerges a warrior with a different path from mine… Just a little late."

He looked up at the sky.

At this moment, the moonlight and starlight were obscured by dark clouds, as if a sudden storm was on the way.

"It would be a shame if these talented martial arts students died here."

The man with a long beard rapidly wriggled his body, growing bigger as small air holes appeared on his back.

Boom!

A sudden thunderclap, followed by twisting electric snakes that lit up the night sky in an instant.

In the brief flash of light, a huge and blurry figure stood on nothingness, with air jets propelling it upwards.

………………………………

Hundreds of miles away.

Elder Yun He, sitting cross-legged in a temporary cave in the mountains, opened his eyes looking confused and puzzled.

"Who killed me?"

He originally planned to send a part of himself called dharma body, secretly infiltrate Peach Blossom Villa without anyone noticing… But he was unexpectedly attacked, and the Nascent Soul Dharma Body he used fell apart.

"It’s not Qiao Xin… maybe someone else? Is it a member of the Qiao family who has half-demon abilities in the mansion?"

"These troublesome half-demons who know earth-escape spells."

"However, in the end, I thought carefully and only sent my dharma body to investigate instead of going myself." Thinking about this, Immortal Yun He felt a bit scared.

Looking at it from a different perspective, even though he lost a Nascent Soul Dharma Body that he spent hundreds of years refining, it wasn’t all in vain.

Immortal Yun He quickly took out a Message Jade Talisman.

"Senior sect leader, Peach Blossom Villa should not be underestimated, there are strong half-demons besides Qiao Xin, and I lost a dharma body in the encounter."

"However, although this person is dangerous, if they destroyed my dharma body, they will not escape my vengeance."

Immortal Yun He sneered.

In the deeper part of the cave, a big black dog with a strong body and clear muscles walked out and gently sniffed Immortal Yun He.

"This Golden Mastiff Beast not only has immense strength to move mountains, but also has an amazing sense of smell that can track scents from miles away."

"The half-demon ruling Peach Blossom Villa seems to be of a different species? Clearly not losing its wild nature, it swallowed my refined Nascent Soul Dharma Body, but it was not an easy meal."

The Message Jade Talisman in hand flashed, asking for Immortal Yun He’s further opinion from the Yunxiao Sect Leader.

"A half-demon who can destroy one of your dharma bodies is indeed formidable. It seems that the demonic bloodline of the Qiao family is extraordinary. Could it be that they have reverted to their ancestral ways?"

"Yun He, since you lost a dharma body, do you need assistance from the other elders?"

Elder Yun He spoke up.

"Of course, it is needed."

"Cutting the grass but leaving the roots, it will grow back. The Qiao family member is dangerous, eliminate them early to prevent endless troubles."

Cultivators who live longer are more careful with their lives. Since Elder Yun He has already sacrificed one dharma body, why would he still take risks?