Chapter 687

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Since the Hundred Kingdoms’ Martial Contest began and everyone was transported into the mountains, the battles had already commenced.

After deciding to cultivate the Body-Crushing Technique, Ye Wushuang began to hunt spiritual beasts while also searching for dangerous areas within Yulong Mountain.

On this day, Ye Wushuang’s figure appeared beneath a mountain stream. The surrounding mountains, towering a thousand feet high, rose straight into the sky. Between the mountains, a waterfall cascaded down, creating a deafening roar as it crashed into the rocks below.

At this moment, Ye Wushuang, bare-chested, stood under the waterfall, allowing the water falling from the heights to pound against his body. After what felt like a cup of tea’s time, blood-red marks began to appear on his skin. Soon after, his flesh was torn apart by the force of the water, and blood began to flow…

Only then did Ye Wushuang step out from under the waterfall and walk to the edge of the cold mountain pool, where he began to practice breathing techniques and guide the flow of his own spiritual energy. This was the essence of cultivating the Body-Crushing Technique—constantly destroying one’s own flesh and then healing the wounds, thereby strengthening one’s blood, energy, and meridians, and in turn, enhancing the quality of one’s spiritual energy.

Ye Wushuang had been repeating this process for three days. Finally, he had cultivated the first layer of spiritual membrane. Only by forming this membrane could one be considered to have entered the door of this technique.

Taking out a piece of dried meat, Ye Wushuang began to chew on it voraciously. It was only because of his solid foundation, laid after integrating the ninth divine soul, and his strong physical meridians, that he could cultivate this technique so effortlessly. If it were someone else, such a method of cultivation might leave them with hidden ailments before they even succeeded!

“A single layer of spiritual membrane is just the beginning. To truly perfect it, one must condense nine layers of spiritual membrane. By then, even at the sixth level of the Yuanfu Realm, it should not be difficult to kill a Tiangang Realm opponent with a single punch…” Ye Wushuang muttered to himself as he chewed on the dried meat.

In this trial, time was the most precious resource. Therefore, after hunting spiritual beasts, he would dry the meat into jerky, which was convenient to eat and ensured he had enough energy to sustain himself. As for the taste… it was far from pleasant.

Ye Wushuang had considered taking spiritual pills to replenish his energy, but he knew that such pills would inevitably have an impact on his physical body. He could have refined some himself, but where would he find the time and conditions to do so?

While he was lost in these thoughts, suddenly—

Splash…

The water in front of him splashed up, drenching Ye Wushuang and soaking the dried meat in his hand.

“Uh…” Ye Wushuang was taken aback. Then he saw a figure floating on the surface of the cold pool in front of him. In a short while, the figure drifted to the shore. It was a young woman, around sixteen or seventeen years old, with a white dress that had multiple tears, revealing skin as white and smooth as jade. Her figure was slender and graceful. Floating on the shore, there was a sword wound right in the center of her chest, with blood seeping out and staining the water red.

Ye Wushuang reached out and pulled the woman onto the shore, noticing the token on her wrist. “Su Jin Yue!” He flipped over the back of the token and saw the number inscribed on it, his expression changing. “One hundred and twelve thousand!” In less than ten days since the trial began, she already had over one hundred and twelve thousand spiritual points!

Without hesitation, Ye Wushuang brought his own token close to hers. However, the spiritual points did not transfer. “She’s not dead…” Ye Wushuang sighed.

At that moment, the woman’s eyes suddenly opened, and she lunged up, holding a black dagger and stabbing directly at Ye Wushuang’s neck. Thud… Ye Wushuang was prepared and grabbed her wrist with his hand. “I haven’t killed you yet, and you want to kill me?” He tightened his grip, causing the woman pain, and the dagger clattered to the ground.

The woman’s face was pale, but her beautiful black hair, wet from the water, looked quite charming. Her curved willow-like eyebrows, even with a murderous look in her eyes, were still captivating. Her delicate nose, slightly red cheeks, cherry-like lips with a few droplets of pool water, a flower-like oval face that was as smooth as jade, and her tender, snowy skin—all of these features made her an extremely rare beauty.

The woman, already severely injured, turned red in the face and spat out a mouthful of blood after being restrained by Ye Wushuang. At that moment, sounds of breaking the air echoed from above. A total of more than twenty figures landed beneath the mountain stream. These twenty-odd people, judging by their attire, were divided into two major factions, each with two leaders.

“Hmm?” The young man leading one faction looked at Ye Wushuang and Su Jin Yue and was taken aback. “Friend, this is none of your business,” he said directly.

Ye Wushuang smiled and stood up. “I didn’t plan on meddling,” he replied, taking a step back.

Seeing Ye Wushuang’s action, a flash of contempt crossed Su Jin Yue’s eyes. “He can’t leave!” The leader of the other faction, a woman, coldly shouted, “Du Ruyun, killing Su Jin Yue is of great importance. If the news leaks, the disciples of Lingjian Mountain won’t let us off.”

Hearing this, the young man, Du Ruyun, realized the gravity of the situation. His gaze turned to Ye Wushuang, now carrying a hint of killing intent, and he said coldly, “Sorry, friend.”

Ye Wushuang, hearing this, looked at Su Jin Yue, who was about to lose consciousness, and then at the more than twenty people in front of him. He sighed, “I didn’t want to meddle, but you all… insist on making me.”

“Du Yun, kill him,” Du Ruyun ordered one of his followers.

A young man holding a spear stepped forward, looking at Ye Wushuang with a mocking expression. Whoosh… Du Yun thrust his spear directly at Ye Wushuang. In his eyes, this spear thrust would easily pierce through Ye Wushuang’s chest.

But in the next moment, Ye Wushuang’s figure flickered, effortlessly dodging the spear’s tip. Thud!!! Then, Ye Wushuang grabbed the spear shaft and channeled his spiritual energy, causing a vibration.

“Ugh…” Du Yun felt a counter-shock force from the spear, causing his tiger’s mouth to split and blood to flow out. He had no choice but to release the spear shaft.

But in the next moment, Ye Wushuang, holding the spear, took a step forward and thrust the butt of the spear through Du Yun’s neck. Blood gushed out in a torrent. Du Yun looked at the young man in front of him, dying with his eyes wide open in disbelief. He couldn’t understand how the young man had so effortlessly disarmed him and then killed him with such ruthless efficiency.

“Du Yun!” Du Ruyun’s face changed at this moment. Du Yun was at the seventh level of the Yuanfu Realm, and it was clear that Ye Wushuang was at the fifth level of the Yuanfu Realm.

“Be careful!” Immediately, the others became cautious. They had thought he was a timid trial participant hiding here, but it turned out he was a tough opponent!

Ye Wushuang threw away the spear and said with a sigh, “I’m a peace-loving person who doesn’t like to meddle, but you all insist on making me…”

“Since that’s the case, I’ll take your spiritual points!” As soon as these words left his mouth, Du Ruyun looked at the other side and shouted, “Gu Wentai, Feng Ling, be careful. This guy is not right…”

“Do I need to remind you?” The young man named Gu Wentai was also surprised. “At the fifth level of the Yuanfu Realm, to have such strength, he must be a hidden genius from some sect.”