novelapdf Chapter 78 The Art of Passing Through Walls
Chapter 78 The Art of Passing Through Walls
Chapter 78 The Art of Passing Through Walls
Chu Xun glanced around the courtyard and slowly exhaled.
Looking again in the direction of Zhangnan County, his eyes suddenly became much sharper.
"The Song family has gathered enough members."
He started walking and headed towards Zhangnan County.
With one step, he walked dozens of meters.
It wasn't that the steps were too big, but rather that the ground beneath their feet moved forward as if it were alive.
It's less about leaving and more about taking him there voluntarily.
The Earth Movement Technique is not yet perfected, but with the support of Foundation Establishment cultivation, it has already achieved the effect of shrinking the earth to an inch within a range of tens of meters.
Not long after, Chu Xun arrived in Zhangnan County.
The simple wooden city gate was closed, and soft snoring could be heard from behind it.
Chu Xun had no intention of knocking on the city gate. He walked to the rough wall made of earthen blocks and reached out to press it.
Then, as if a fish had entered the water, he passed straight through the wall.
After stopping inside the city, Chu De looked back at the undamaged wall and sighed slightly, "Is this what they call the wall-penetrating technique?"
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Limited control over the earth and sky, especially during the Qi Refining stage, cannot achieve the same effect.
If we only consider the mortal walls, Chu Xun can now freely enter and exit the world without any obstruction.
Slightly impressed by the power of Foundation Establishment, Chu Xun looked up at the sky.
With a thought, a light rain began to fall within a thousand feet.
Although not violent, the sound of the impact on the tiles woke many people from their sleep.
"Why did it suddenly start raining?"
The sleepy people quickly closed their windows to keep out the rain.
Little did they know that an elderly figure was walking slowly down the street late at night.
The rainwater moved forward continuously, centered on him.
With the windows closed, the rain couldn't get in, and most of the noise was also drowned out.
Song Jingmin has a high talent for martial arts and is also very ambitious.
He knew very well that he would eventually rise to the rank of a first-grade martial artist.
If one encounters an opportunity, it is not impossible to break through the limit of the first grade and reach the realm of the innate grandmaster.
Therefore, he always paid great attention to his family's bloodline, and all his wives and concubines, whether himself or his sons, had to have a foundation in martial arts and talent.
Even when choosing a son-in-law, it was the same, and he had to marry into the family.
Since taking over Zhenwei Martial Arts School from the Cao family, the Song family has developed rapidly in recent years.
With hundreds of apprentices, they were a force that even the county government dared not underestimate.
Not to mention that Song Jingmin himself has already been promoted to the second rank. Even if dozens of the county yamen runners and constables attacked together, they would not be able to defeat such a master.
Today, the Song family residence has expanded to five acres.
In the county town, this is the only house like this.
The so-called "three rooms and five frames" arrangement by the imperial court was simply a matter of Song Jingmin adding an extra wall to the house in the courtyard, and that was considered a workaround.
Who dares to interfere?
The reputation of the Song family was so great that even children dared not cry at night.
His entire family and everyone in the household acted like tyrants in the county.
Ordinary people might get beaten up if they even glance at them.
Knowing which family had something good, they would openly go to their door to ask for it.
They called it a "loan" in a noble sense, but there wasn't even an IOU.
If you dare to ask for it back, the person might be gone the next day.
It's fair to say that every member of the Song family has a criminal record.
They are even more despicable than those nobles who were executed by the founding emperor!
Such a bully caused even the old county magistrate, Li Zhaoming, to be severely reprimanded.
The people were eager for him to retire and return to his hometown, so that someone capable of eliminating the Song family could take his place.
Back when Lord Tang and Lord Zheng were county magistrates, the Song family wouldn't have dared to be so arrogant!
It was late at night in the Song family mansion.
Everyone who was supposed to be asleep had gone to sleep, but Song Yuantu was still in the courtyard, clenching his fist.
Without using any force, just relying on the wind from his punches, he produced bursts of loud noises.
He is Song Jingmin's youngest son, a natural talent for martial arts.
They shoved all sorts of precious medicinal soups and tonics at us like there was no tomorrow.
At only fifteen years old, he is already a fourth-rank martial artist.
He is exceptionally talented, far surpassing Song Jingmin.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the minimum achievement is first-grade, and the probability of becoming a Grandmaster of the Innate Realm is extremely high.
Because of his high talent and the influence he received from a young age, he looked down on everyone in the world.
In particular, he viewed ordinary people as no different from livestock.
These are all cattle and sheep raised by the Song family. Since they can provide value, we'll keep you for a couple more days.
If it has no value, just slaughter it and eat it.
Every time he was promoted in rank, he would kidnap a young and strong commoner to test his skills.
The reason is simple: no matter how good the wooden stake is, it can't compare to the real feeling of a punch landing on your flesh and blood splattering everywhere.
Those people were all beaten to death by him, without exception.
At such a young age, he had already killed no fewer than seven or eight people.
His muscles bulged as if they were about to burst.
His face, still somewhat immature, held a pair of extremely gloomy eyes.
He threw another punch, completely disregarding the fact that his family needed rest.
However, as the fist was thrown, a drop of water fell from the sky.
Song Yuantu looked up and saw that the rain was falling continuously, covering the entire courtyard in the blink of an eye.
He was slightly taken aback. The moon was not obscured by the clouds and was still hanging in the sky. Why did it suddenly start raining?
Just as he was about to retract his fist, Song Yuantu suddenly seemed to sense something and abruptly turned around.
A figure passed through the wall and emerged like a ghost.
Although his vision was partially obscured by the rain, he could still make out by the moonlight that it was an old man with white hair and beard.
Rain fell heavily, hitting the walls and the ground, making a crackling sound as it struck the tiles and leaves.
Only the old man's body was completely dry.
Under the moonlight, those eyes, hidden beneath white eyebrows, shone as brightly as the blazing sun.
It wasn't just bright; it also carried an unmistakable killing intent!
A murderous intent that had been building up for forty-eight years!
Song Yuantu had also killed people and fought with tigers and leopards.
But even the fiercest beasts only made him feel terrified, not like now, when his whole body trembled uncontrollably.
The old man before them seemed a hundred or a thousand times more ferocious than a tiger or leopard.
啊—
He gritted his teeth and shouted with all his might, breaking through the oppressive aura.
He pulled his fist back to his waist, planted his feet firmly on the ground, and, with eyes like a dragon, asked in a deep voice, "Who—are you!?"
Looking at the young man before him, Chu Xun saw his extraordinary courage and vitality.
The vibrant life force of that giant tree in its youth is breathtaking.
"Who are you to Song Jingmin?" Chu Xun asked in return.
A sudden, intense fear gripped Song Yuantu's heart. For some reason, this question made him feel as if he were facing death.
He knew he shouldn't answer.
But his inner pride, the arrogance or even swagger he had developed over the years, made him intolerant of not daring to answer even a single question.
"I am his son," Song Yuantu said through gritted teeth.
"So you are Song Jingmin's most talented son." Chu Xun nodded slightly.
Just as Song Yuantu was about to ask him what his purpose was in coming here, he heard words that sent chills down his spine.
"If you die, Song Jingmin will probably be quite sad."
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