Kill Me More Times, I’ll Become Invincible

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Inside Peach Blossom Villa, in a small room.

Qiao Mu stared at Wu Rulong expressionlessly, his eyes narrowing sharply like blades.

Just by looking at him, Wu Rulong felt a threatening sensation all over his body, with goosebumps appearing on his skin and an invisible blade cutting his neck, leaving faint bloodstains.

"Having strong instincts as a Spirit Refining martial artist may not always be a good thing, right?" Qiao Mu said with a smile.

When Qiao Mu was in the heavenly prison, the top martial artist Condor Wei En had no way to interrogate him due to Qiao Mu’s fearlessness of death.

But now, the situation was different.

As the top-ranked spiritual refining martial artist, Wu Rulong’s intuition was very sharp. At that moment, he felt an intense threat to his life, like a mouse facing a cat. His body reacted strongly, with increased heart rate, constricted blood vessels, and a pale complexion.

"Just say what you need to ask," Wu Rulong said sternly, with a cold expression.

"Since your Eye Attacking Technique is so advanced, if I hesitate or try to deceive you for a moment, I’m sure you’ll notice it in time."

"Then let’s begin."

"Name?"

"Wu Rulong."

"Gender?"

"Can’t you see for yourself?"

"Are you inviting me to take a look at your…"

"Stop! Man! I’m a man!!!"

"Age? Martial arts skills?"

"24 years old, 1st rank."

"Talent is decent." The top expert of the era, Qiao Mu, sarcastically said, "You’re quite something," and added with an air of superiority:

"Young man, when I was your age, my martial arts skills… I mean, my martial arts abilities, were nine times stronger than yours."

However, Wu Rulong didn’t have any problems with hearing this.

After all, the man in front of him, Qiao Mu, looked to be around thirty years old, but his martial arts abilities had already surpassed Wu Qiankun’s. Clearly, he was also a genius when he was young.

Wu Rulong lifted his chin slightly and said:

"The Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill is a technique that sharpens iron with iron, creating a sharp blade. If the spiritual refining abilities are not up to par, it will undoubtedly lead to death, which is why I have reached the 1st rank."

"Moreover, Earth Sword Immortal is already considered a superb martial artist at my age, ranking high on the Hero List."

Though Wu Rulong appeared modest, he was actually quite proud, subconsciously comparing himself to Earth Sword Immortal… Qiao Mu nodded.

In that era forty years ago, there were only about a dozen superb martial artists in the entire Jiu Province. Once they reached the superb rank, they were at the forefront of the Hero List.

Strong individuals like Founding Emperor Yan who lived in seclusion and didn’t seek fame were extremely rare.

Looking at Earth Sword Immortal now through Qiao Mu’s eyes, the once skilled fighter had reached the peak of his abilities in his prime. However, as he got older, he started to decline in both physical health and strength.

What’s most embarrassing is that in the end, he couldn’t even perform his famous Heavenly Slashing Swordsmanship anymore, becoming weak with age.

In his later years, although he made some breakthroughs in his mindset, he was unable to recreate his past successes. He suffered the consequences of his reckless behavior in the earlier years, feeling regretful but unable to change his circumstances, leading to his eventual death.

Despite all this, Earth Sword Immortal remained a renowned martial artist in Jiu Province, even serving as a role model for talented fighters like Wu Rulong.

"What position do you hold in the Wuji Association?"

"I am a disciple of the Martial Saint, focusing solely on training and combat. I am ranked fiftieth among the seventy-two wise men and the Martial Saint has recognized me as having the top talent in spear techniques in Jiu Province."

Qiao Mu watched Wu Rulong quietly, sensing that he was not lying.

The Martial Saint spent decades identifying three thousand martial arts prodigies, selecting the seventy-two wise men through rigorous competition. Each of the seventy-two wise men was exceptionally skilled.

A person like Wu Rulong, with skills like a Martial Saint, identified Jiu Province’s top spear talent.

"Since there are seventy two wise men, why are they so weak?" asked Qiao Mu.

Wu Rulong’s eye twitched.

"Why ask when you already know the answer?" replied Wu Rulong calmly.

"In the Tide Listening Building’s Martial Arts Ranking List, there is no Hero List ranking from strongest to weakest. There are only four lists based on power, strength, skill, and spirit."

"Therefore, the seventy two wise men of the Wuji Association are not ranked based on strength, so it’s not meaningful."

Although there are many disciples under Martial Saint, none can surpass Martial Saint in strength.

From Martial Saint’s perspective, the ranking of the seventy two wise men is not just about their martial arts skills, but also about the talents of many martial arts geniuses.

Therefore, even Hai Wuya, who was a peak martial artist in his prime ranking in 4th place and later declined to 9th place, was among the seventy two wise men.

The logic of the Tide Listening Building’s Martial Arts Ranking List is similar.

Forty years after the Inhuman War, the Hero List lost its meaning.

Standing under the huge Immortal Gate above his head, trying to be the best in the world seemed quite laughable… Like trying to win a beauty contest in a small circle.

The Four Lists of Power and Skills rank martial artists based on how far they have explored the four paths of martial arts.

Although not directly related to strength, those ranked high on the Four Lists are definitely not weak.

Whether it’s the Tide Listening Building or the Martial Saint, they share a common understanding of martial arts:

In today’s Jiu Province, what is needed is not only martial artists with strong abilities, but also pioneers who have made achievements in the exploration of martial arts or talented individuals with great potential.

In Jiu Province, the strongest martial artist in his lifetime is far from being a match for cultivators. Therefore, the level of martial arts skills seems less important.

Qiao Mu thought for a moment before asking, "How many superb ranks are there in the Wuji Association?"

"I don’t deal with internal affairs, so I don’t know the answer to that question," replied Wu Rulong calmly.

Qiao Mu’s eyes turned cold, Wu Rulong’s neck was cut open, blood gushed out, and he got goosebumps all over his body.

Wu Rulong added, "Although I don’t know for sure, I think the number is at least two digits, and after the appearance of the Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill, the number of superb martial artists will definitely increase."

"Some of the superb martial artists in the entire Jiu Province are Martial Saints, while others are enemies of Martial Saints."

He thought to himself, if he didn’t fall into Qiao Mu’s hands this time, with his talent and temperament, it would only be a matter of time before he reached the superb rank.

"You mentioned that the Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill evolved from the Martial Saint Spiritual Technique, so why can’t I sense Wu Qiankun and you even though I have practiced the Martial Saint Spiritual Technique?" Qiao Mu asked.

Practitioners of the Martial Saint Spiritual Technique can sense each other.

However, for some reason, practitioners of the Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill seem to have lost this intuitive connection.

"You need to ask the Martial Saint who created the ‘Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill’ about this issue," Wu Rulong thought for a moment and said.

"In my opinion, this may be because… in the eyes of the Martial Saint, it no longer makes sense for practitioners of the Martial Saint Spiritual Technique to continue killing each other."

"So Martial Saint purposely removed this part. With Martial Saint’s current perspective and strength, a martial artist in the Jianghu who practices the "Martial Saint Spiritual Technique" up to the spiritual refining third rank, probably won’t be of much use to him anymore."

"He no longer needs to track down weaker Spirit Refining martial artists, and doesn’t rely on the hope of finding martial artists among the newcomers who can match his skills."

Qiao Mu suddenly realized.

As he continued with the interrogation, he kept hitting a wall.

When it came to more secrets within the Wuji Association, Wu Rulong either claimed ignorance or remained silent, even under pressure.

Qiao Mu felt stuck, like a tiger unable to bite.

After all, interrogation wasn’t his expertise; Qiao Mu’s expertise lay in either killing someone or being killed.

"Senior Qiao," Hai Siyuan, standing nearby, suggested.

"Perhaps we could consider bringing in Wei En? He’s the best investigator in the world, especially skilled in interrogation."

"Isn’t he in the Imperial Capital? Can you reach him?" asked Qiao Mu.

"It will take some time," Hai Siyuan replied.

"I can quickly send a message to Wei En’s subordinate in the Southwest Province using carrier pigeons, then have his subordinate send another message…"

Qiao Mu heard this and put his hand to his forehead.

While the Immortal Gate was cultivating immortality, martial artists were still using carrier pigeons and messengers.

"Let’s keep Wu Rulong locked up for now. Let the experts decide whether to keep him alive to get more information from him."

Qiao Mu stood up and walked out, leaving with his hands behind his back.

At the same time, a voice sounded in Hai Siyuan’s mind behind him:

"Using carrier pigeons and messengers is too slow."

"Let me teach you a handy new trick."

Hai Siyuan was a bit surprised when he realized that Qiao Mu didn’t speak out loud, but his voice appeared directly in his mind…

"This is telepathy….not quite right?"

"I combined Li Changge’s ‘Military Spiritual Technique,’ Martial Saint’s ‘Martial Saint Spiritual Technique,’ and added a bit of telepathy to make some improvements," Qiao Mu explained.

In the past fifty years.

Besides pondering on how to deal with the fierce cloud tiger, reviewing battles, practicing the Human Path Sutra and Pure Yang Wuji Skill, his greatest achievement was deducing the ‘Military Spiritual Technique’.

Current Death Assessment: B- (a bit)

Lifespan consumed by death: 50 (5*10) years

Remaining resurrections this week: 4/5

Current age: 725 years old

Energy level: 92%

Skills: basic

Weapon – Birds Adoring the Phoenix Spear (intermediate level)

Strategy – Military Spiritual Technique (advanced level)

………..

Knock, knock, knock…

Long Shankong, who was wrapped in bandages all over his body, walked out of the room with a cane, planning to get some fresh air outside.

However, when he walked into the courtyard outside the room, he was stunned, and almost dropped his cane.

In front of him, a very strange scene unfolded.

In the peach blossom forest, a gentle breeze rustled through the branches.

Qiao Mu sat cross-legged on a small hill, quietly with a mysterious smile on his face.

Below the hill, there were three hundred old soldiers with white hair, silently facing Qiao Mu, occasionally nodding in approval.

The three hundred people hardly spoke, surrounded by silence, only the sound of rustling leaves could be heard.

This scene was so strange that Long Shankong couldn’t figure it out at all.

After a while, Li Changshi among the three hundred old soldiers chuckled softly.

"This method is truly ingenious, it is completely different from the ‘Military Spiritual Technique’ my brother created years ago."

"Yes."

"So magical!" The other old soldiers also nodded enthusiastically.

"Elder Lao’s words are very wise."

Long Shankong almost thought he was deaf, but upon careful consideration, he realized something was not right.

"Could it be a secret message? Even if it were a secret message, it wouldn’t be possible to secretly communicate with three hundred people…"

"Dragon brother, don’t be surprised, this is a special martial art created by a member of the Qiao family, called the ‘Military Spiritual Technique.’" Some travelers from the rivers and lakes approached and explained voluntarily.

These travelers from the rivers and lakes had obviously also experienced the same amazement, and they understood clearly what Long Shankong was thinking after witnessing that scene just now.

These travelers from the Southwest Province, having survived at the hands of the cultivators from the Yunxiao Sect, could now be considered as fellow sufferers.

The Southwest Province is a remote and wild place far from the court, where many people come to hide from the pursuit of the authorities, including unruly outlaws.

The people of the rivers and lakes here have a more rugged and rebellious spirit compared to those in the Zhong Province and elsewhere, many of them are desperate individuals with clear grievances.

One moment they were fighting for their lives with swords, the next they were drinking and having a good time. Of course, in the next moment, someone could poison the drinks, and the fight for survival would begin again.

They were on guard against the Qiao family member before, but now that the Qiao family member has saved their lives, their attitudes naturally changed.

"It’s just a little trick," Qiao Mu said as he stood up and walked towards the guests from the martial world.

"The intuition of a Spirit Refining martial artist has great potential, for example…"

Qiao Mu’s gaze fell on Long Shankong’ knee.

In an instant.

Long Shankong suddenly felt a chilling sensation and had a gut feeling that Qiao Mu was about to attack him, aiming to break his left knee.

Before Long Shankong could react, Qiao Mu’s gaze shifted quickly from his waist to his forehead and then to his right arm.

He’s going for my waist!

No, he now wants to hit my forehead again… Hmm, and break my right arm?

In a short time, Long Shankong had broken out in a thin layer of sweat, clearly under immense pressure.

"Do you understand?" Qiao Mu explained to the people from the martial arts world.

"The intuition of a Spirit Refining martial artist can actually convey messages."

"And the ‘Martial Saint Spiritual Technique’ is a unique martial art that uses intuition to allow practitioners to sense each other’s positions across great distances."

When Qiao Mu was still a low-level martial artist, he was in Yan City and could faintly sense Wu Qingxin in Heyang City.

"The ‘Military Spiritual Technique’ also utilizes spiritual refining intuition, enabling multiple soldiers to sense each other, forming a military formation where a hundred people act as one."

"Now, we will combine these various martial arts techniques and add a few more details…"

Qiao Mu fell silent, saying no more.

His voice, however, echoed in the hearts of everyone at the same time:

The "Military Spiritual Technique" after rebirth was a skill that could replace carrier pigeons, allowing Spirit Refining martial artists to communicate directly through their minds over long distances.

Long Shankong and the others were silent, feeling inexplicably shaken.

Can such a secret technique still be called "martial arts"?

Qiao Pian’s meticulous attention to detail and extraordinary scope left them speechless. They wondered, even with decades of time, would they be able to figure it out…

"How many years have the Qiao family on the Overseas Hero Island been leading the martial arts world?" This question flashed through everyone’s minds.