The ringleader, who had been thrown out of the courtyard, was already lifeless. The next moment, Li Boyang flashed and appeared behind another person. He slapped out his hands repeatedly, leaving imprints on the backs of the group.
The innate true energy contained in his palm was like a tiger unleashed from its cage. After entering the bodies of the people, it rampaged and destroyed their internal organs in no time.
Pfft! Pfft!
Several streaks of blood spurted out.
Before the six or seven people could react, each of them felt a sweet taste in their throat, spat out a mouthful of blood, and then lost consciousness and collapsed.
If these people were dissected at this point, it would be found that although they appeared to be unharmed, their internal organs had actually been completely dissolved.
The Heart-Shattering Palm technique from the Nine Yin Manual is just that insidious.
"Another batch has arrived. This is the fifth batch, isn't it? It's never going to end."
Inside the house, Liu Bowen came out, not even glancing at the corpse on the ground, and walked towards the kitchen, clearly used to the situation.
"Teacher, this can't go on like this. Shouldn't we think of something?"
A moment later, Liu Bowen came out of the kitchen again, holding a steamed bun in his hand. It turned out he was hungry and went to the kitchen to get something to eat.
"Can you go and clarify things with these people?"
Even Shi Le's successor probably never imagined that the Nine Yin Manual was actually in Li Boyang's hands.
Li Boyang grabbed the corpses with one hand, lifted and tossed them to the courtyard gate, then clapped his hands, looking somewhat helpless.
Liu Bowen shook his head and said, "These are really crazy people. Is it worth it for a martial arts manual?"
Li Boyang replied calmly, "That's why I say you're a scholar, not a江湖人 (jianghu person, a person of the martial arts world)."
"What should we do with these people? Just leave them there and ignore them?"
Liu Bowen looked at the corpses lying haphazardly outside the courtyard and found them an eyesore.
"Just leave them outside overnight, otherwise how will we deter others? The officials will come to collect their bodies tomorrow."
"I really don't know when this kind of life, where I see dead people every day, will end."
"Once we kill them until they're all scared, no one will come."
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Chapter 112 Qi Refining into Mist
Ever since Li Boyang ruthlessly slaughtered all the martial arts practitioners in Dengfeng Town who coveted the Nine Yin Manual, the small town of Dengfeng has become a forbidden zone for martial arts practitioners under the intimidation of the Butcher's reputation. Anyone with a bit of knowledge in the martial arts world would avoid it.
Li Boyang returned to a peaceful life, which can be considered a blessing in disguise.
Two years have passed in the blink of an eye.
This day.
Inside the house in the small courtyard.
If someone were to step into the house at this moment, they would find that the entire small house is enveloped in a thick white mist, to the point that visibility is almost zero.
Despite the blazing sun and scorching temperatures of over forty degrees Celsius outside, making it unbearably hot, the air inside was chillingly cold, not frosty, but rather damp and damp.
Li Boyang sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes closed, in a state of introspection.
Within his body, the Nine Yin True Qi, flowing like a stream, rapidly circulated along the meridians. Li Boyang, in his internal vision, frequently stimulated 65 acupoints around his body using acupuncture techniques.
The speed at which the Nine Yin True Qi was transported increased faster and faster, eventually reaching its limit. Beads of sweat covered Li Boyang's forehead, his jaw clenched, and he was under immense pressure.
Finally, the Nine Yin True Qi exceeded its limit and exploded with a bang. The airflow turned into white mist, which quickly spread through the meridians.
Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that Li Boyang's meridians were filled with mist-like Nine Yin True Qi.
With a long sigh, Li Boyang opened his eyes.
After two years of practice, he achieved the level of "Qi turning into mist".
Qi Refining into Mist is the first minor realm in the Qi Refining Realm. Just from the name of the realm, you can tell that when the innate true qi in the body is completely atomized, you have reached the stage of Qi Refining into Mist.
In fact, in the Qi Refining Realm, whether it is from the initial entry into the Qi Refining Realm to Qi Refining into Mist, or from Qi Refining into Mist to Qi Refining into Silk, and finally to Qi Refining into Liquid, it is all a process of continuous accumulation of innate true Qi.
The reason for the division into three minor realms is that the Innate Realm undergoes a quantitative change in these three stages.
To give an example, when you first start practicing Qi cultivation, the limit of the innate true Qi you can store in your body is the capacity of a teacup.
After reaching the stage of refining Qi into mist, the teacup was replaced by a kettle. Then, when refining Qi into silk, the kettle became a wooden bucket. Finally, when refining silk into liquid, the wooden bucket turned into a small pool of water.
At this point, having reached the stage of refining Qi into mist, Li Boyang's Nine Yin True Qi had increased by about five times compared to when he was in the Qi Refining Realm.
"It's time."
Having successfully broken through to the Qi Refining Realm, Li Boyang was in a very good mood. He muttered something to himself and turned to walk out of the house.
Meanwhile, at the market in Dengfeng Town.
Vendors on both sides of the street were shouting loudly.
A bustling crowd moved back and forth in the streets.
On the street, a Mongolian woman in her early twenties looked at the vendors on both sides with great interest, occasionally picking up the vendors' goods to examine them, the agate bell in her hand making a crisp tinkling sound.