The Secret Way of Immortality

After Jin Bing finished speaking, his face ashen, he stood up and slowly walked out of the martial arts hall.

He stood with Chen Lihua at the door, seemingly waiting for something.

Ren Qing's expression was strange. Having seen those old actors from his previous life, he felt that Jin Bing was exuding an unnatural aura.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye. Everyone around him was sitting on the futons without moving, but the sweat on their faces revealed the turmoil within.

Negative emotions were gradually brewing.

After a long while, the dark-skinned man broke down.

He muttered to himself, "I can't die, there are people at home still waiting for me..."

The dark-skinned man stumbled back several steps, but when he reached behind the others, he pulled out a wooden splinter from his chest.

He stabbed the wooden splinter fiercely into the back of another person, the blood soaking their clothes.

The dark-skinned man woke up as if from a dream. He looked in horror at his bloody hand, his legs going weak as he collapsed to the ground.

A martial arts disciple in the corner couldn't help but laugh.

The injured man was stunned as he touched his back. Seeing that the wound hadn't damaged his internal organs, he pounced on the dark-skinned man without hesitation, and the melee intensified.

Ren Qing, on the other hand, was ignored.

However, as time passed, there were always those who would take the risk.

Hong Biao had mixed around in a gang called the Green Shrimp Society for some time. Although he didn't have any title, his experience in the underworld was already sufficient.

He felt that he couldn't see through Ren Qing, who had just arrived.

As long as he ambushed and killed this person, he would definitely be the one to survive in the end, and the possibility of holding out until the authorities discovered them would be the greatest.

Hong Biao used his fist without holding back, aiming for the back of Ren Qing's neck.

"Don't blame me for being ruthless, just obediently die."

Ren Qing didn't understand what was going on in the martial arts hall, so he originally wanted to stay out of it, but it seemed he couldn't avoid getting involved.

The wooden saber was drawn.

The simple swing of the saber gave people the illusion that it was impossible to avoid.

In the eyes of others, it looked as if Hong Biao was actively moving closer to Ren Qing's wooden saber.

How could that be?!

Hong Biao protected his head with his arms.

Ren Qing's wrist rotated, and the direction of the wooden saber suddenly changed, directly piercing into the instep of Hong Biao's foot.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Hong Biao screamed, instinctively wanting to pull the wooden saber out of his instep.

Ren Qing snorted coldly, his right palm becoming a blade as he forcefully chopped at Hong Biao's neck, the latter being thrown to the door the moment he passed out.

Chen Lihua said with excitement, "Alright."

Immediately, the room became silent.

The crowd stopped their desperate struggle, sat back on the futons, and said no more, forcibly enduring even if their wounds were bloody.

Hong Biao was dragged away from outside the door, and the two martial arts disciples in the corner also left the room.

The gate was locked with iron chains.

Everyone was wary of each other, especially the several who were seriously injured, while Ren Qing was subtly isolated.

Just as Ren Qing was about to ask, a small, thin figure approached him and said softly, "Big Brother, I'm a constable from Chenyang Street, my name is Jiang Jie."

Jiang Jie swallowed his saliva and asked, "I've seen you at the yamen. Big Brother, when you came to the martial arts hall, did the yamen know your whereabouts?"

Ren Qing shook his head and said, "Indeed not, but if I'm missing for more than five days, someone should come looking for me."

Jiang Jie's eyes were filled with fear, and he muttered incoherently, "In less than two days, everyone here will be dead, how can we wait for the yamen..."

Ren Qing grabbed Jiang Jie's arm and asked, "Tell me what happened?"

Jiang Jie probably wanted to find someone to confide in, so he explained haltingly.

After Ren Qing listened, the doubts in his heart did not lessen, but became even stronger.

The registered disciples in the martial arts hall had all arrived here gradually within the past two days. After entering, they were locked in the room without explanation.

Chen Lihua would drag away three or four people every day, all during meal times, and the result was self-evident.

Occasionally, they could hear the martial arts disciples outside discussing the sweetness and deliciousness of human flesh, their tone filled with undisguised greed.

Of course, there were also those who tried to escape, but there was only one corridor in the martial arts hall, and they hadn't replenished water or food for a long time, how could they beat more than a dozen martial artists.

Since they were going to die anyway, perhaps they could wait for rescue by enduring in the room.

Ren Qing thought to himself without showing any emotion. For him, the disciples in the martial arts hall couldn't even be considered cultivators, and they couldn't pose a threat at all.

The most important thing was how to safely obtain the Divine Foot Sutra and clear his name afterward.

Of course, even if Ren Qing exposed his spells, the worst that could happen was that he would join the Forbidden Soldiers, and Song Zongwu could prove the origin of his spells.

About two or three hours passed before Jin Bing and the others returned to the martial arts hall.

They involuntarily exuded an unpleasant smell, and the muscles on their feet were swollen to varying degrees.

Especially Jin Bing, no matter how uncomfortable he appeared, he still couldn't hide the fact that the degree of his legs' transformation was the most obvious.

Jin Bing sighed and took out bandages to bandage the wounds and stop the bleeding, then specially distributed some dry food to them to fill their stomachs.

This made everyone even more grateful to Jin Bing.

Ren Qing took the dry food without showing any abnormality, but he didn't intend to eat it, who knew what kind of trickery was inside.

The more he looked at Jin Bing, the more awkward he felt, so he simply closed his eyes to rest and waited for the situation to continue to develop.

As a result, Jin Bing really started teaching the Eight Extremes Leg.

Except for Ren Qing who listened with relish, the others were not interested. Taking advantage of the free time to recover some strength was the most important thing.

When night fell.

There were many footsteps outside the door, it seemed that more people were gathering.

Ren Qing noticed that everyone around him had fallen asleep due to overfatigue.

He got up and asked, "Senior Brother Jin, I want to die with understanding. Before I die, I want to see the secret manual that records the Eight Extremes Leg."

"..."

Jin Bing's face was slightly strange. After hesitating for a few breaths, he took out a thin book and handed it over.

Ren Qing casually flipped through a few pages, then put the book aside and continued to close his eyes to rest.

He didn't expect the amount of information contained in the secret manual to be so large.

【Eight Extremes Leg】

【Created by Chen Yongxing, divided into primary and secondary parts. The secondary part has thirty-six stances, while the primary part requires a medicinal guide to enter the door.】

【Medicinal Guide: Chen Yongxing uses his leg meat as a medicinal guide. After eating it, with the help of transformation, it can exert strength far beyond ordinary people.】

Such a secret manual can't be considered a spell at all. At most, it's a different kind of martial art created to cooperate with the body's adaptation to the strange object.

Ren Qing had some guesses about the cause and effect.

When the martial arts disciples first started practicing the Eight Extremes Leg, the demand for human flesh was not great. They could eat for a long time by raising human livestock, but their appetites grew larger and larger.

No wonder the Divine Foot Sutra had nothing to do with cannibalism, yet the martial arts hall was filled with miasma.

Jin Bing's eyes were red. In his opinion, Ren Qing's actions were undoubtedly a provocation.

Although he tried his best to disguise himself as gentle and refined on the surface, his features still became distorted, and his killing intent was almost unbearable.

Humanity faded, and bestiality began to awaken.