Modern World's Martial Dao Human Immortal

Red River Mansion.

Alkaid was just about to turn on the television...

"The power's out again,"

he said.

The frequency of the power outages was somewhat abnormal.

Related to demons?

The frequent power outages had been going on for a year or two.

That said, could it be that the demons hadn't existed since ancient times and had only arisen recently?

But why then has Xia Li been famous for ten years

He didn't understand.

However...

Overthinking was of no use.

A year ago, the original body had encountered a demon and reported the incident, only to be killed by another demon attack the very next day, which led to Alkaid crossing over.

This showed that the demons were deeply infiltrated into human society.

He just needed to do his own part.

Demons killed "him," so he would kill demons.

"Countries are not the same, Dayu is not Daxia,"

Alkaid sat down on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

In his spiritual world.

A nearly four-meter-tall ancient tree that emitted a mysterious aura was growing slowly.

This was the source that caused his transmigration.

The principle was unknown.

Currently, the ancient tree had three branches sprouting from its trunk, representing three career paths.

[Martial Path] [Demon Hunter] [Businessman]

Whether it was cultivating the Martial Path, slaying demons, or profiting from trade, the ancient tree could absorb nutrients, or rather experience points, allowing the branches to grow.

But that wasn't the key point.

The key was that he could control the nutrients of the ancient tree and channel them into the branch he wanted to cultivate intensively.

At that moment, Alkaid's focus was on the [Demon Hunter] branch.

[Slaying a Third Rank upper-level horned demon, the First Rank Demon Hunter branch receives growth nutrients...as the trunk absorbed all nutrients, growth has ceased.]

He glanced again at the [Martial Path] branch.

[Nutrients channeled into the trunk, growing rapidly.]

Upon closer inspection, the [Martial Path] branch contained more detailed information.

Rank: Third Rank Grandmaster.

Dao Fruit: Formless, Perception.

As the branch representing the Martial Path was growing rapidly, Alkaid felt as if this branch was piercing through the void, absorbing all information about the "Martial Path" from some unknown realm, which he then digested one by one.

For a moment, all information about the Cleansing Marrow of a Grandmaster was clear in his heart.

So much so that he completely understood all the experience related to Cleansing Marrow.

Let alone another Grandmaster, even any Martial Saint discussing the understanding of the Cleansing Marrow Realm probably couldn't match a tenth of his understanding.

For a long time.

Alkaid opened his eyes.

The branch representing the Third Rank of the Martial Path had blossomed, and it was only one or two paces away from bearing fruit.

"Although the progress of the Third Rank Martial Path isn't yet complete, I have a feeling that I can now achieve Perfection in Internal Cultivation, up to Blood Replacement and Marrow Cleansing, it would only take three to five years,"

said Alkaid, pausing in his tone, "No! I can be more aggressive, by using experience and relatively extreme methods in the eyes of ordinary people to temper my five viscera and six bowels, significantly saving time for achieving Perfection in Internal Cultivation. If I become even more aggressive, using drugs to stimulate, the time could be shortened to within a year."

One year to become a Grandmaster.

Two years to become a Martial Saint.

"In addition..."

Alkaid took a deep breath, his lungs and viscera vibrated, and in an instant, it seemed as if his vigor condensed into a mass that, in the next moment, exploded through his arm and bones with a thunderous crash.

"Bang!"

The muffled sound exploded in the room.

The air in front of the punch was directly blasted, forming a visible wave rolling in all directions.

Some small ornaments in the living room were directly lifted and fell by this wave, even the curtains fluttered wildly.

"Pill Energy,"

said Alkaid.

Physical External Training, stretching muscles and bones, Inner Organs Strengthening, Blood Replacement and Marrow Cleansing, these are the four practices of the Martial Path.

Focused on strengthening the physique, evolving the physical body.

And Clear Energy, Hidden Energy, Energy Transformation, Pill Energy are the four techniques of the Martial Path.

Only those who have cultivated Pill Energy can form a pill with their energy and then proceed to Blood Replacement and Marrow Cleansing.

"This is Pill Energy,"

Alkaid stabilized his qi and blood.

After forming a pill with energy and performing Blood Replacement and Marrow Cleansing, one can break through the human body's limits and step into a brand new realm, thus transcending into sanctity.

Thus, this realm is revered as Martial Saint.

Such a figure, the whole Tian Nan Province might not even find one.

And moreover...

"If a Martial Saint can break through the human body's limits, what is the next step!?"

Martial God!?

Celestial!?

Fist Dominates Mountains and Rivers?

Shattering the Void?

Can he ascend to the clouds?

Can he achieve immortality?

He doesn't know.

But...

If there are demons, then wouldn't it be fair for him to cultivate into a Human Immortal?

His spirit lingered for a moment on the blossoming flower of the [Martial Path] branch.

"The Dao Flower of the Third Rank Martial Path has bloomed, and with another ten to twenty percent progress, the rank of Grandmaster will reach Perfection. I wonder what kind of Dao Fruit it will bear then."

When a rank reaches Perfection, the branches will undergo a flowering and fruiting process.

Each Dao Fruit can breed a secret technique for him.

The "Formless" of the Martial Artist stage and the "Perception" of the martial master stage came from this.

"Dinglingling."

At this moment, the phone began to ring.

Alkaid glanced at the caller ID on the screen.

Su Anping.

If one were to look at his caller ID, it would be evident.

This number would ring once every day.

As for his identity...

The original body's father.

Theoretically, having been reborn into this body, he should accept this causality.

But this family...

How should I put it, they are too extreme.

Each one of them is a character.

Moreover, with the "parents" having been divorced for over two years and relationships being complicated, he simply decided to adopt the original's handling method and ignore it.

The phone's ringing lasted for a while, then quieted down.

However, just when Alkaid thought it was the usual daily call, the phone started ringing again.

And in the next few minutes, it rang six more times.

There seemed to be a trend that if he did not answer, the call would keep coming.

During this period, it wasn't only Su Anping, but also a person named Zhang Ya called.

And this person...

Was the original body's mother.

Seeing the phone ring for the eighth time, and seemingly for a matter of urgency, he finally answered the call.

"Ah Guang, you need to hide..."

As soon as the phone was connected, Su Anping's anxious voice could be heard.

But before he could finish, it seemed like Zhang Ya snatched the phone away, "Su Alkaid, what's wrong with you? I've called you so many times and you haven't picked up a single one? Have you grown wings? You still..."

Alkaid hung up the phone, cutting off the scolding abruptly.

Ten seconds later, the phone rang again, and he turned it off.

"Boring."

Alkaid tossed the phone onto the bed.

Hide?

One would know without guessing that it was another trivial matter from the Su Family side.

However, the "Su Family" he referred to was not Su Anping's Su.

It was the Su Family of his biological father, Su Huaifeng.

Ignoring them, he went straight to the training room, using the Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound Technique to temper his internal organs and shaking his marrow, aiming to achieve Blood Replacement and Marrow Cleansing, and ascend beyond the mundane.

But this time...

The situation was a bit different.

Having trained for less than an hour, Alkaid sharply felt a small mechanism in the corridor being triggered.

He lifted his head.

With a tip of his toe, his Vigor burst forth, and he shot out of the training room in an instant, landing on the laptop that was open in the study next door.

The screen split into eight sections, in one of which, three agile figures were quickly approaching.

"Demons?"

Alkaid was a bit surprised.

His "Perception" secret technique activated, and the surrounding environment solidified into a map in his mind, yet no red lights appeared.

It wasn't demons, but people coming to his door...

He thought back to that phone call not long ago.

The Su Family, are they for real?

...

It was clear that among the three, there was someone skilled in lock-picking.

The locked door of the apartment Alkaid was renting might as well have been nonexistent, as it was easily opened.

Upon entering the house, a man in a trench coat whispered, "Let's make this quick, let this young master Su have a swift departure."

"Su young master? Not having acknowledged our lineage, how does he count as a young master of the Su Family?"

Another man with short hair clicked his tongue, "This level of infighting within the family is eye-opening. The people of this Su Family are really ruthless."

"The foolish deeds of the younger generation, why should we care so much? As long as we get paid, it's fine. We've had too many jobs lately, Dayu isn't a place to stay for long. Once this is done, we'll make a quick getaway."

The three men exchanged words swiftly and briefly.

But at this moment, a voice chimed in.

"Then, can you tell me which younger sibling it might be?"

"Who else could it be, of course, that cheap brother of his..."

The man with short hair began to respond.

But he was interrupted mid-sentence, his gaze suddenly fell on the doorway of the study.

Alkaid turned on the light.

The incandescent light flooded the room, instantly brightening the space.

But almost as soon as he turned on the light, the apparent leader among the trio, the man in the trench coat, used the tips of his toes to thrust forward explosively, like a pouncing leopard, and in an instant bridged the four-meter distance between them. A dagger glowing with cold light moved in an elegant trajectory towards his throat.

Alkaid didn't even look at his dagger.

He simply extended his hand, his fingers forming a sword, and aimed directly at the throat of the man in the trench coat.

"Thud!"

There were no changes, nothing fancy.

Fast.

So fast that before the man in the trench coat's dagger could reach him, his finger sword had already shattered the man's throat bone.

The fierce Vigor not only crushed his throat bone but also shook his neck vertebrae nerves, instantly depriving him of control over his body.

In the end, that fatal slash passed about three centimeters from Alkaid's throat as it whisked by, with both of their bodies crossing paths briefly and the man staggering, falling to the ground.

Throughout the process, Alkaid only moved his fingers, his feet not shifting in the slightest.