The Secret Way of Immortality

Then, Jin Bing seemed to think of something and forcibly suppressed his bestial instincts.

Ren Qing didn't notice at all, and even if he did, he probably wouldn't care.

The information stream prompted that it only required consuming five days of lifespan to master "Eight Extremes Leg".

It seemed like a bargain, but he didn't hesitate too much and chose to give it up.

In Ren Qing's view, the so-called Eight Extremes Leg was like an inferior version of a spell, and there was no information about advancement, indicating that it had no potential at all.

After cultivation, it would only grant slightly more strength than an ordinary person, but the resulting leg mutations would be too obvious, making it a losing proposition.

However, from the information about the technique, it could be inferred that Chen Yongxing had been using his leg meat to nurture his disciples long ago, probably before he reached the point of losing control.

Ren Qing glanced at Jin Bing from the corner of his eye and continued to remain silent.

Time gradually passed, and when footsteps came from outside the martial arts hall, Chen Lihua's familiar voice sounded: "It's almost time for supper."

Everyone was immediately awakened.

Ren Qing clearly felt Jin Bing swallow his saliva, and then pretended to be fearful and said: "Only one more person can be chosen."

"I'll do it."

The dark-skinned man stood up resolutely, and he said gratefully: "Senior Brother Jin, thank you for taking care of me these past two days."

Jin Bing, however, looked at Ren Qing with malicious eyes, considering what reason to use to intervene and take him away.

At this moment, Ren Qing came to the door without hesitation.

Jin Bing couldn't help but reveal a look of joy, his heart filled with desire for flesh and blood, wishing he could devour Ren Qing alive on the spot.

The dark-skinned man was just about to say something when he saw Jin Bing turn his head and glance at him coldly, immediately feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Shut up."

Jin Bing walked out of the martial arts hall, leaving only five people looking at each other in dismay.

Chen Lihua was still expressionless, leading Ren Qing towards the depths of the martial arts hall.

The narrow passage had no candlelights, making it extremely dim, but Ren Qing saw many subtle details through his night vision.

For example, fingernail scratches on the walls, bloodstains from dragging corpses on the floor, and even a few fragments of human bones.

The human bones had weathered, indicating that they had been dead for at least several years.

Chen Lihua opened the wooden door at the end of the passage, revealing a spacious hall filled with martial arts hall disciples.

They stared at Ren Qing with terrifying eyes.

Ren Qing, however, seemed indifferent. He familiarly found a seat and noticed a pot of oil in the center of the hall, unable to help but reveal a playful expression.

"Please wait for me for a moment, fellow disciples."

Chen Lihua turned and walked out of the hall.

The oil pot was filled with firewood and began to heat up, and martial arts hall disciples sharpened knives. Jin Bing stayed close to Ren Qing.

After a while, Chen Lihua returned to the hall again, with several martial arts hall disciples carrying Chen Yongxing's bed on their shoulders.

Chen Yongxing struggled to get up, but his limbs were obviously tied down, so he had to watch helplessly as he was carried to the side of the oil pot.

Even though Ren Qing had expected it, he couldn't help but feel extremely absurd, but Chen Yongxing was not a good person anyway.

Describing it as 'he who does much injustice is sure to meet his doom' was indeed appropriate.

Chen Lihua turned her head and said, "If you can survive the following, you can join the martial arts hall and pursue martial arts with us."

Jin Bing wanted to speak out to stop him, but he saw Ren Qing walk to the bed on his own.

Chen Yongxing's angle allowed him to barely see half of Ren Qing's open eyes, and the rotating double pupils were obviously related to spells.

He looked shocked and wanted to remind Chen Lihua, who was not far away, but he couldn't say a word.

Ren Qing, based on the information he had gathered, clarified the cause and effect of the martial arts hall.

Chen Yongxing had probably been preparing for his funeral for several years. He was mainly worried about the ownership of the strange object after his death.

Although it should have been taken back by the Bloodhound Gang, Chen Yongxing wanted to pass it on to his disciples even more.

But even mastering spells by swallowing strange objects did not mean that there were no risks at all.

Therefore, Chen Yongxing took a different approach, secretly feeding his disciples his own leg meat, wanting them to gradually adapt to the mutation.

But strange objects can make people lose their minds. How could ordinary people resist it? Before long, they began to become crazy and insane.

Chen Yongxing still did not give up. He fed the recruited foreign disciples leg meat, killed them, and then had them divided up and eaten by the martial arts hall disciples.

He thought that after a step, he could reduce the side effects, but he was obviously wrong. The spirit was still subtly changed.

After the disciples discovered the truth about the medicinal primer, they did not understand the strange object of the Martial Human Realm, so they did the thing of killing the chicken to get the eggs.

Ren Qing asked curiously, "Chen Lihua, when did you discover that Chen Yongxing's flesh and blood was the medicinal primer?"

As soon as these words came out, more than a dozen pairs of murderous eyes stared at Ren Qing, and heavy breathing rose and fell.

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Ren Qing continued, "I think it should have been a few months, otherwise it would be a bit difficult to let Chen Yongxing be controlled by drugs silently."

Chen Lihua took a few steps back, and Jin Bing, who was beside him, couldn't wait to instigate the martial arts hall disciples to attack him.

"We must not let him go. Only by eating his meat and drinking his blood…"

Ren Qing directly lifted Chen Yongxing's quilt, and the other's legs were exposed.

Only Chen Yongxing's right foot had almost all of its flesh and blood scraped away, leaving only rotten white bones.

The left foot was still relatively complete, and Ren Qing carefully observed it.

The surface looked relatively ordinary, but the skin was gray, slightly rough, and covered with gully-like wrinkles.

It gave Ren Qing a feeling similar to elephant skin. This was probably one of the branches of the Divine Foot Sutra, and the mutation was not obvious.

Jin Bing couldn't help but rush up.

Although his legs were covered with muscles, the actual movement was not loud. In addition, he specifically detoured from a blind spot, making it seem silent.

Jin Bing was confident that he could not be detected, and he lifted his right foot forcefully and kicked towards Ren Qing's head.

He seemed to see the scene of brains splattering, his face full of suppressed excitement.

But suddenly, Jin Bing's expression became astonished.

The Ren Qing in front of him had turned sideways at some point, and his cold eyes looked at him, instantly scaring him out of his wits.

Unsurprisingly, Jin Bing kicked empty, and then felt a sharp pain in his left foot supporting his body, causing him to fall to the ground.

Ren Qing bent down and directly strangled Jin Bing's neck, and the strength of his arm gradually increased, and then his bones shattered.

"I've been annoyed with you for a long time, what are you pretending for?"

Jin Bing's eyes widened and he lost his breath, and the surrounding martial arts hall disciples scattered like birds and beasts when they saw this.

Chen Yongxing's throat made a strange noise, and he didn't know if he wanted to protect his disciples or to attack Ren Qing.

Under the stimulation of the Divine Foot Sutra, he actually began to move, but his last lifespan was also burned out because of this.

But unfortunately, it was useless.

Ren Qing pulled out the wooden knife and slashed several times.

At the same time as the blade broke, Chen Yongxing's spine shattered, and his expression was slightly relieved.

Ren Qing sighed.

It's really troublesome, if you don't have enough strength, you still have to think about how to escape...