A Long Grind to Daoist Monarch-Chapter 94 - 93: Skin Training Secret Technique, Water and Fire Immortal Robe

Donglai Tower is located on Taiping Street in the Inner City, spanning from north to south, where merchants and villagers come and go, and must pass through here.

He Wenbing clenched his teeth tightly, staring fixedly at Yang Meng, his throat trembling:

"Release Tai'Er, and I'll give you a way out. No matter how big the commotion is tonight, I, Mr. He, swear by the heavens, I will forgive and forget as if it never happened.

Silver, Cultivation Technique, treasured medicine, name your price, I'll give it all!"

At this moment, Yang Meng felt as if he had drunk strong spirits, utterly exhilarated, having been summoned around likening him to an obedient watchdog for so many years.

In the end, he had to let himself fall into a hot oil pot, get consumed clean by the master.

How could he not hate!

"Owner, when I used to follow you, I really couldn't stand Liang Laoshu, do you know why?

We all sold ourselves to the Fishery, both serving as lackeys to noble families in this County City, why! Why could he straighten his back?!"

Grabbing He Tai's hair, Yang Meng grinned and said:

"He Wenbing! Today I also stand upright! I want nothing, just to see your son die well!"

He loosened his hand, letting the weakened Young Master of the Fishery fall to the bluish stone floor, collapsing to the ground, then lifted his foot and stomped heavily!

Yang Meng, having achieved Second Training Great Success, once smashed a large robust buffalo with a stick, showing his tremendous power, even though he's aged, he is not to be underestimated.

Crack!

It was like a watermelon being stomped, the broken skull with murky blood exploded instantly.

Yang Meng felt it was still not enough, and ground his foot even harder, only then was he satisfied.

"Tai'Er!"

He Wenbing's eyes were about to split open, nearly tearing his heart out.

He watched helplessly as his own flesh and blood turned into a headless corpse!

The Fishery Owner nearly shed blood tears, his fierce glare ready to go mad:

"Kill! Kill them all! Give me…"

"Bear Eagle Tiger Leopard! Led by Lei Xiong! I've waited so long, where is he?"

A giant voice like muffled thunder boomed from within Donglai Tower, like tangible layer upon layer of air waves, crashing against the surrounding doors and windows, causing them to crackle!

Then the sound of stairs being trampled sounded from within, as if a giant beast was walking, but within a few breaths, it crossed the hall and appeared before everyone.

A sturdy man like an iron tower opened his clothes, revealing skin with a golden-bronze sheen, just standing there, he had an intimidating aura.

His brows covered with cinnabar paint, his fierce features adorned with a lotus, adding more eeriness:

"Only brought this many people?"

Originally filled with rage, He Wenbing felt like he was drenched in a cold water basin when focused on by the burly man:

"Third-Practice Expert! Red Eyebrow Bandits! Are you Eight-armed Ape Luo Ji?"

As a branch of a noble family in Yihai Prefecture, how could he not recognize the Red Eyebrow Bandits, combined with this person's appearance, it was instantly clear.

If not concerned about He Tai's safety, he wouldn't have noticed the accomplices of Yang Meng, those bandit men he did not pay attention to, should have realized sooner.

These men wielding steel knives, with fiery red eyebrows, were fierce, not comparable to ordinary Water Bandits hiding in the Black Water River reed marsh!

Yang Meng, this treacherous wolf indeed had a backup plan, and he colluded not with ordinary Water Thieves, but those who once dominated a territory, the Red Eyebrow Bandits!

"Whoa, in Yihai Prefecture's Sea Arrest Document, there's only my nickname, without a name. You rare find, for that, I shall kill you last."

The Eight-armed Ape's eyelids drooped, emitting terrifying Evil Qi from his eyes, the next moment, his burly figure was like a solid cannonball from a catapult, crashing into the Fishery crowd!

He Wenbing felt icy coldness in his limbs, standing rigidly there, as thick and sticky blood splattered heavily, torn limbs and shattered bones flew everywhere, moans and screams echoed but soon vanished.

In less than twenty breaths, a deathly silence was left on the long street.

Even Zhang the Fifth, Yang Meng, and others across the street couldn't help but hold their breath and calm themselves, flashing with respect and fear on their faces.

Is this the Third Training Great Success, Water and Fire Immortal Robe?

Their eyes reflected a terrifying scene like an Asura Battlefield, those who stepped into First Practice, considered the core Fishery enforcers, were like paper facing the Eight-armed Ape, torn to pieces by the fist and palm force scattered across the sky!

"Ordinary Martial Artists go astray, practice Skin Cultivation level, only thinking about toughness, able to block swords in combat, too foolish.

The true Water and Fire Immortal Robe, the force traveling through skin like fire intrusion, force into bone marrow like water tranquility, between movement and stillness, fearless of cold, hunger and thirst, renewing oneself, like obtaining the true path! The principles taught by my big brother, enlightened by me entirely after ten years!"

The Eight-armed Ape's voice rolled like iron marbles in a large urn, shaking He Wenbing's eardrums painfully.

"He family, when is your Tributor arriving? If not soon, I'll tear off your head!"

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Celestial Eagle Martial Arts Hall, normally open gates were tightly closed, apprentices and disciples were tense, holding sticks, swords arrayed in readiness.

Such a big commotion within Black River County, how could they not hear, but without master's orders, they could only stay put.

That rowdy gang of Red Eyebrow Bandits smartly avoided the well-known martial organisations, at most used their numerical advantage to oppress scattered practitioners.

In the hall, Celestial Eagle Martial Arts Hall's Han Yang sat at the head, with his son Han Li standing behind, both sides flanked by well-known formidable folks in Black River County.

Broken Blade Sect's Mu Chun, Divine Hand Sect's Zhu Wan, and the Fishery Honored Steward Lei Lei Xiong.

Except for Hu Zhenshan from Chai Market and Bao Daqing from the Fire Kilns who were not present.

This place had already attracted four local famous experts!

"Understood thoroughly, what came is the genuine Red Eyebrow Bandits.

Blood Vajra just fought Hu Zhenshan, old Hu obviously was no match.

Ghost Head Monk hasn't shown up, as of now, the Eight-armed Ape most likely has wiped out the He family."

Han Yang was born quite ordinary, with rough hands and big feet, a dull complexion. It was hard to believe that Han Li, with such good looks, was actually his son.

"How should we respond? Please, everyone, discuss it. The Fish Market and Chai Market cannot withstand the Red Eyebrow Bandits; their forces are strong and they've been planning for a while. Once they unite, they're difficult to defeat.

Especially those few leaders, who became famous before us. Their skills are truly formidable and not easy to contend with."

Mu Chun of the Broken Blade Sect squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"Listening to Hall Master Han's intentions, you want to collaborate with the bandits? I must remind you, attacking the county city, killing, and robbery by the Red Eyebrow Bandits are heinous crimes. This is a disaster that could result in implicating and exterminating entire families!"

Han Yang's tone was very calm, not angry:

"Brother Mu, you're speaking too seriously. We are discussing the present situation; it's as urgent as water and fire, and a decision must be made.

If we decide to fight, we can gather the dispersed martial arts community, which is like loose sand, assembling about a thousand people to clash with the Red Eyebrow Bandits.

But to be honest, the odds are not great. Although there's a saying that youth is fearless in combat, the three leaders have all achieved Skin Cultivation Great Success. They're not yet old enough to be slow in their actions.

If we decide to retreat, there's the fear of stepping into a trap. Whether or not we'll be punished afterwards is a separate matter; if the Red Eyebrow Bandits seize Black River County and gain a foothold, sooner or later they'll settle scores with us. After all, we're not on the same boat and can't fully trust each other."

Han Yang from the Celestial Eagle Martial Arts Hall analyzed the situation clearly, rendering Mu Chun of the Broken Blade Sect momentarily speechless.

Zhu Wan of the Divine Hand Sect, with a small felt hat and fair complexion, took over the conversation:

"Since they are bandits, they can't stay long. There is no wall in the world that's completely airtight; it's the time for collecting the autumn tax. In a week or ten days, how could Yihai Prefecture be unaware of a large gang of bandits right under their nose?

In my opinion, they are merely after money, doing a big job to pass the winter comfortably.

If they want something, negotiations are possible; let the owners of the Fish Market and Chai Market pay to avert disaster."

Mu Chun snorted coldly:

"Are we just going to let them take a dump on our heads?"

Han Yang showed helplessness:

"Brother Mu, these bandits planned very well, taking advantage of the temple fair teeming with people to enter Black River County in batches via both water and land routes.

We were originally scattered, each managing our own affairs, and failed to respond in time. By the time we realized, it was too late."

Mu Chun wanted to say more, but Zhu Wan interjected with a sarcastic tone:

"Sect Leader Mu, why don't you take the lead then? Go kill all those Blood Vajras, Ghost Head Monks, and Eight-armed Apes, and save the people from fire and water! We'll definitely follow your lead!"

Mu Chun glared:

"Zhu the Third, spare us the sneering! Haven't you heard of the Red Eyebrow Bandits? They've occupied Fulong Mountain, roamed the Nu Yun River, and have an enormous appetite! I'm just afraid of Black River County being served as an appetizer, and then we'll be left helpless!"

Han Yang mediated and tried to placate both:

"As martial artists, who doesn't have a fiery spirit? But the Red Eyebrow Bandits are coming on strong, with internal support and external coordination. They've already taken over the Fish Market and Chai Market, throwing Black River County into chaos. Resisting now would be unwise!

Brother Mu's blood is still hot, and Brother Zhu is mature and steady; neither is wrong.

By the way, Steward Lei, what do you think? After all, you are the honored tributor of the Fishery!"

In the hall, several pairs of eyes turned to the silent Lei Xiong.

"Why look at me? I take a thousand or so taels of silver a month from He Wenbing, and you expect me to risk my life against a few Third-Practice Great Success bandits? Not in your life!

When night comes, I'll take a boat and run away. You folks with martial arts halls can't avoid the heat; I'm barefoot and not wearing shoes, so what do I have to worry about!"

After Lei Xiong finished speaking, the entire hall fell into silence.

This guy truly has no shame.

He's speaking so righteously about running away!

Thump, thump, thump!

As the group discussed countermeasures, a sudden thunderous sound burst into their ears, startling several Third-Practice experts to stand up.

Bang! Boom, boom!

The gate of the Celestial Eagle Martial Arts Hall seemed as if it had been smashed open by a battering ram, sending a large cloud of dust into the air. A pale, thin figure appeared, with an iron ring on his head, wearing a mala made from 108 skull beads.

"Bear, eagle, tiger, leopard, all a bunch of fools!"

The person dressed as a monk spoke in a calm tone, yet the power of his refined strength made it roll like successive muffled thunder, suppressing the noisy sounds of nearly a hundred apprentices within the hall.

The sound of his qi blood flowing was loud, as if a river had burst its banks, wildly surging. Mu Chun's eyes flashed, preparing to speak, but he felt the ground tremble!

The monk's figure instantly disappeared, a fierce gale sweeping through the courtyard, directly flipping the apprentices who were practicing qi blood and refined power head over heels!

At the same time, the piercing explosion sounded like gunpowder igniting. Mu Chun's face tightened; before he could assume a defensive stance, as he barely raised his hands, having yet to perform the Dragon-Tiger Linked Fist, he was knocked back, heavily crashing into the chair behind him.

Crack!

The incredibly sturdy purple elm chair shattered instantly; if Mu Chun hadn't steadied himself with enough balance, he would have ended up sitting heavily on the ground, making a fool of himself!

"Red Eyebrow wants Black River County, anyone object?"

The fourth leader, Ghost Head Monk, with a hand on Mu Chun's shoulder, had countless red veins writhing under his skin, bursting with unimaginable power.

The entire hall was hot as if a furnace was overturned.

It was hard to believe these were effects driven by steaming qi blood!

"Skin Training Secret Technique! Where did Red Eyebrow inherit this from, actually allowing you to cultivate the genuine Water and Fire Immortal Robe?"

Zhu Wan gasped. Third-Practice has different levels: the lower level "Bronze Skin" fends off swords; the middle level "Golden Body" withstands fist and palm forces; the top level "Immortal Robe" is said to repel water and fire, fearless of thundering.

The monk before them clearly had skin and flesh tightly adhering to bones, hanging like a treasured robe, with threads and veins interwoven across the body, enhancing unmatched divine power.

"It's still a bit short of 'Immortal Robe', but I'm close. Want to learn? I can teach you, if you become brothers with the Red Eyebrow!"

The tall, thin monk chuckled:

"A Demon King has emerged and urgently needs ten thousand lives. If you gentlemen are willing to lend a hand, not only the Skin Training Secret Technique but even Qi Cultivation...might be possible!"