Invincible Starts From Dao Fruit-Chapter 97 - 75: Demon Path is Old, Can It Still Provide Meals?! [First update, please subscribe!]
Chapter 97: Chapter 75: Demon Path is Old, Can It Still Provide Meals?! [First update, please subscribe!]
"Qizhenzi, take a good look—do you recognize me?"
The voice was extremely unfamiliar, yet carried hints of familiarity.
Qizhenzi raised his hand to shield against the sun.
He saw figures descending from the sky. Among them was a man who appeared to be in his twenties or thirties, brimming with youth and vitality. It was—
"It’s you?!"
Qizhenzi’s entire body trembled, his face filled with disbelief.
Though advanced in age, his memory was still passable.
He would never forget the one who had stormed Tongshen Temple years ago, the chief culprit behind it all.
He recognized him—it was none other than Chen Jichuan from Baozhi Forest of Meishan Prefecture.
"Weren’t you—"
Qizhenzi’s eyes widened.
The newcomer was the very Chen Jichuan he had witnessed being obliterated, his soul scattered into nothingness. The same man who had led the attack against Tongshen Temple!
A soul scattered to the winds—and yet alive?
At over a hundred years of age, how could he still radiate such vigor and vitality?!
"Impossible!"
"It’s impossible!"
Qizhenzi felt like his spirit was shaken. First came disbelief, then a crazed, burning eagerness appeared in his eyes. "Revival after death! Immortality! Chen Jichuan, do you have the Immortal Method?!"
His gaze was filled with greed and desperate yearning.
Chen Jichuan descended from the sky, landing atop the courtyard wall. A steel sword hung at his waist, and he held a powerful bow in his hand. He ignored Qizhenzi’s questions, instead mocking him: "Has the old demon become feeble with age?"
As his words fell.
He swiftly nocked an arrow and released it in one fluid motion. The arrow shot out like a dragon, aiming directly at Qizhenzi’s life.
"Ha!"
The Five Passes God stood nearby, shielding Qizhenzi.
Though Chen Jichuan’s arrow was remarkably fast, it couldn’t breach the Five Passes God’s defense—it was sliced apart by a sword.
"Chen Jichuan."
"You couldn’t kill me forty-seven years ago, and you still can’t kill me forty-seven years later. Hand over the Immortal Method, and I will willingly serve you in the future without question!"
Qizhenzi fixed his gaze on Chen Jichuan.
Looking at his flawless skin, his well-built physique, and his boundless vitality, Qizhenzi couldn’t help but show a dazed expression.
It was as if he were admiring a masterpiece of art.
Intoxicated, reverent.
"Immortality?"
"How could a villain like you achieve it?"
Chen Jichuan scoffed, turning to Jin Shenggu and Sun Sihai. "This old demon has committed countless atrocities, his wicked deeds too numerous to list. There’s no need to show him mercy—let’s attack together!"
With his words spoken, he took the lead in launching an assault.
Bowing and shooting arrows, he aimed once again at Qizhenzi.
"All these years, and you’re still stuck in the same rut without any improvement."
Qizhenzi chuckled as he retrieved forty-nine paper figures from his sleeve. Tossing them into the air, they transformed into forty-nine burly men wielding weapons, all charging toward Chen Jichuan and his companions.
"Paper Cutting into Soldiers?"
"I have that too!"
Seeing this, Chen Jichuan wouldn’t be outdone.
He reached into his robe, took out forty-nine paper figures, tossed them into the air, and recited a spell. With one breath, the paper figures turned into soldiers, descending to encircle Qizhenzi, opposing his Five Passes God and paper warriors.
"Scoundrel!"
Seeing Chen Jichuan mimic his technique to counterattack, Qizhenzi cursed aloud.
To repay one with their own methods.
Chen Jichuan finally understood the joy of Murong Fu. The more fiercely Qizhenzi cursed, the happier Chen Jichuan became.
Meanwhile.
"Wind, rise!"
Jin Shenggu chanted a spell.
A wild gale surged forth, uprooting grass and ripping through the battlefield.
"Ah—!"
As Qizhenzi attempted to cast another spell, his weakened and elderly body couldn’t resist. He was instantly swept up by the gale, sent tumbling through the air.
The forty-nine paper warriors struggled to resist the overpowering winds.
"Kill!"
The Five Passes God sprang into action.
One of them reached out to grab Qizhenzi, shielding him from the whirlwind. The other four charged into Chen Jichuan’s paper soldier formation, their swords gleaming, wreaking havoc.
"What formidable Five Passes Gods!"
Sun Sihai watched and felt a pang of sadness.
Memories of the past surfaced, of how these Five Passes Gods had wreaked havoc on Mount Qian, killing his disciples and his eldest son. Back then, he lacked the strength to stop Qizhenzi, unable to protect his family and the Baozhi Forest disciples.
But today was different.
"Take this palm!"
Sun Sihai rushed forward, delivering a casual palm strike from seven or eight paces away. The force of the strike sent one of the Five Passes Gods flying backward, its figure dimming.
The Eight-step Palm Chasing Wind.
At seven steps, life and death are decided.
This ’Chasing Wind Palm Skill,’ in Sun Sihai’s hands, outshone the prowess of Lul Changshou from Little Nanchen in the Great Yann World.
One palm.
No one could withstand it.
After sending one Five Passes God flying, Sun Sihai didn’t stop—
"Boom!"
Advancing, he followed up with a punch.
This punch landed solidly, obliterating another Five Passes God into scattered pieces, gone without a trace. Paper soldiers rushed to block him, but Sun Sihai’s fists and kicks made short work of them, crushing them into scraps that drifted away in the wind.
Transforming Strength Grandmaster.
Level 9 Expert.
Sun Sihai tore through the battlefield like a chaotic general or a god of war descending to the mortal realm. The Five Passes Gods, once invincible, couldn’t last even a single exchange against him. Forty-nine paper soldiers, each on par with Level 6 experts, fell apart like mere sheets of paper.
"This man—"
Qizhenzi was stunned.
A Transforming Strength Grandmaster could weaponize every part of their body. On the battlefield, they were born killers. Their fists and feet existed solely for destruction. For Qizhenzi, a spellcasting Daoist without adequate preparation and defense, how could he hope to fight back?!
"I cannot withstand this!"
Qizhenzi immediately decided to flee. One of the Five Passes Gods grabbed him, ready to escape with him. Meanwhile, Qizhenzi summoned his remaining strength, chanting spells to dispel the winds and block Sun Sihai’s advance.
Yet his age betrayed him; his depleted energy left him unable to perform any effective spells.
"Trying to run?"
Chen Jichuan had been anticipating this.
As soon as he saw Qizhenzi attempt to escape, he nocked an arrow and aimed, this time bypassing the Five Passes Gods to target the frail and immobilized Qizhenzi.
Thwang!
The arrow struck with a resounding impact, piercing through Qizhenzi’s skull.
"I—"
The old demon’s eyes widened, his hands grasping aimlessly at the air—whether trying to reach Chen Jichuan or clutch at his rapidly fading life remained uncertain.
But no matter how he tried, he grasped nothing.
Vitality faded.
Life snuffed out.
Shhh!
The Five Passes Gods, battered by Sun Sihai, vanished into the temple, merging into the Jade-faced God Statue.
Only Qizhenzi’s desiccated corpse remained, plummeting from the air and landing with a sickening crunch, bones shattering, blood pooling—dead beyond all doubt.
The once-dreaded Qizhenzi, who had terrorized Meishan Prefecture and sought immortality, met his end short of achieving it.
From this day forward, he was no more!
...
"He’s dead."
Chen Jichuan, Jin Shenggu, and Sun Sihai gathered together, looking at Qizhenzi lying lifeless in a pool of his own blood, and finally exhaled in relief.
Decades ago.
Faced with an encirclement, Qizhenzi had slaughtered his way out, escaping with ease, leaving Jin Shenggu and Sun Sihai with a lasting impression of his menace. After all these years, the two had remained vigilant, never daring to let their guard down.
Their nerves had been tightly wound.
Only after killing him for good did they allow themselves to relax.
"In the end, age caught up with him."
Chen Jichuan chuckled.
In reality, people often advocate for caring for the old, weak, and sick—but in the cultivation world, life-and-death struggles run counter to that—
When your opponent is down, you strike.
One must exploit their enemy’s age, weakness, illness, and vulnerability to attack and kill.
As was the case with this battle.
Their swift victory owed not only to their sudden and unexpected arrival but also to Qizhenzi’s poor condition.
Advanced in years, his energy and stamina had deteriorated thoroughly.
Having failed to cast his spell earlier, his primordial essence was further depleted.
Given such disadvantageous circumstances, for him to escape would’ve been absurd.
Chen Jichuan’s arrow killing him was, in fact, entirely reasonable.
While youth makes a punch formidable, the same principle applies to an almost burned-out Qizhenzi.
"Indeed."
"He’s finally gone."
Sun Sihai and Jin Shenggu smiled.
One avenged his eldest son and disciples, while the other settled his own vendetta—both felt utterly satisfied.
"Qizhenzi had far too many tricks."
"Let me cast a spell to destroy his soul completely. You two handle burning the corpse and gathering the records, talismans, and other items from Tongshen Temple to take away later."
Chen Jichuan used his Insight Skill to confirm that Qizhenzi had no technique for faking death, though he might still possess magic artifacts for substitution. They had to be cautious.
Since it required little effort.
He immediately cast a spell, summoning Five Ghosts to extract Qizhenzi’s soul and destroy it on the spot.
From this moment on.
Qizhenzi’s soul was obliterated, leaving no chance for resurrection.
Half a day later.
Jin Shenggu summoned a whirlwind, carrying Chen Jichuan and Sun Sihai into the sky, leaving not a trace behind.
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