Becoming a Saint Starts with Copying Martial Arts

Chapter 34 Evil Arts and Sorcery

In less than a quarter of an hour, the twelve men in black had assembled in front of Han Shantong, each swallowing a crimson pill.

"This pill is called the Blood Burning Pill. For the next few hours, you will feel no pain, be unafraid of death, and have greatly increased strength. But as a price, after six hours, you will be completely crippled." Han Shantong's gaze swept over the twelve people one by one.

"We are willing to die for our master!" the twelve men shouted in unison.

Han Shantong nodded slightly, quite satisfied with their performance.

These twelve people were all children he bought from the refugee crowd at extremely low prices. He raised them from childhood to adulthood, repeatedly brainwashed them, and eventually trained them into assassins.

"Set off!"

With a low shout from Han Qi, the thirteen men quickly disappeared into the night.

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the other side.

Inside Cao Family Village, chaos reigned.

Cheng Yannian led the team, breaking down the gate and advancing into the village like a sharp knife.

Shouts of battle could be heard coming from several other directions around the villa.

"Crouch down!"

"When the Soul Suppressing Division is on duty, all of you, kneel down!"

...

Cheng Yannian sped along a wide avenue, and as he passed each courtyard, many startled people from Caojiazhuang rushed out of their houses.

His bailiffs would immediately step forward and shout at him, forcing everyone to squat in a corner of the courtyard.

Cheng Yannian would quickly check everyone, and if anyone was skilled in martial arts, he would immediately tie them up with hemp rope and leave two constables to guard them.

Cheng Yannian led the remaining constables deeper into the courtyard at an extremely fast pace.

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now.

In a courtyard deep within Caojiazhuang, Yin Muhua's face was gloomy, and shouts echoed in his ears from all directions.

"My lord, what should we do now? The entire Soul Suppression Division has been mobilized, and all directions have been sealed off by the officers," someone asked.

"Cough cough! What a persistent Cheng Yannian! Try to break through separately!" Yin Muhua said coldly.

"Yes."

The dozen or so men in black beside him immediately dispersed and ran off in different directions at high speed.

At this moment, the courtyard gate was kicked open, and Cheng Yannian led a group of constables in.

Yin Muhua still had time to leave. Her gaze swept across the room and landed on Cheng Yannian, but she showed no sign of panic whatsoever.

"Cheng Yannian, why make things difficult for an old woman like me?"

"Yin Muhua, you are a ruthless killer. In the past six months, more than fifty innocent people have died at your hands. If you do not die, the people will not be at peace, and neither will I." As Cheng Yannian spoke, he drew his sword with a clang. Under the moonlight, the sword gleamed coldly and was extremely sharp.

"Hmph! They took what they shouldn't have taken, so they deserve to die! Besides, it's just forty or fifty lives, why are you trying to kill me?" Yin Muhua sneered.

"So cruel and ruthless, you are no different from a demon. You must not be allowed to live!" Cheng Yannian stepped forward and suddenly drew his sword. The blade flashed with a bright light and stabbed straight at Yin Muhua.

Yin Muhua also suddenly drew his twin swords and took the initiative to meet the attack.

"Last time, old woman, I was injured and suffered a great loss at your hands. This time, I will definitely let you taste the power of my Yin Yuan Sect's Bone-Eating Blade Technique!"

In an instant, the two figures collided, their swords clashing, the crisp sound of metal striking metal echoing through the courtyard.

The two exchanged blows for more than ten rounds in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, Cheng Yannian dodged and retreated, a strand of hair falling to the ground.

"As expected of someone from the Yin Yuan Sect, your swordsmanship is indeed ruthless! However, you are alone, while I have more than a dozen helpers. Let's attack together and take him down!"

More than a dozen constables drew their swords and rushed forward. Cheng Yannian took the lead in the attack, while the others assisted. They immediately surrounded Yin Muhua, and in an instant, the light of swords was like a net, enveloping Yin Muhua from all directions.

Yin Muhua was quickly overwhelmed and his swordsmanship became chaotic. Cheng Yannian seized the opening and suddenly thrust his sword into Yin Muhua's back, piercing through his body.

Yin Muhua grunted, then suddenly let out a loud roar.

The roar was not human; it sounded more like the howl of a wild beast, mixed with the sound of a woman crying.

Cheng Yannian suddenly felt a blur before his eyes, as if he had fallen into another world. He was standing under a stage, and on the stage in front of him, a woman in red was dancing gracefully, occasionally letting out mournful cries.

The sound of crying filled him with an overwhelming sense of fear.

Fortunately, the illusion did not last long. After about five breaths, all the scenes suddenly shattered, and Cheng Yannian returned to the real world.

He glanced around and saw that Yin Muhua was no longer there, while the constables beside him were in a terrible state, some crying and some standing there dumbfounded.

Cheng Yannian frowned, his eyes flashing, and saw a line of bright red bloodstains on the north wall, which was obviously left by Yin Muhua.

At this moment, the constables gradually woke up from their nightmares, all of them looking dazed.

"Damn it, where's Yin Muhua?" someone cursed.

"That old hag knows magic, and she escaped again!" someone said.

"The Beagle Cult worships many evil spirits, and different evil spirits can bestow different demonic powers upon their followers. This old hag Yin Muhua worships an evil spirit called Hong Xiuniang, whose cries can disturb people's minds, cause them to fall into illusions, and induce fear in adults." As Cheng Yannian spoke, he stepped into a house directly in front of him and saw an altar with various animal organs on it. On the wall was a portrait of a woman draped in red gauze, with a graceful figure and a charming smile. However, against the backdrop of the dim atmosphere in the room, this smile was chilling.

But this also confirms what Cheng Yannian said: the portrait is indeed of Hong Xiuniang.

Many constables followed him into the house, their eyes falling on the portrait.

"Burn this house down, I'm going after Yin Muhua!"

Cheng Yannian left a sentence and took the lead in using his lightness skill to leap over the wall and run away at top speed in the direction Yin Muhua had fled.

Most of the other constables either lacked martial arts skills or were too weak to fight, so they could only stay put and follow Cheng Yannian's orders, quickly setting the house on fire.

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"Ahem!"

On the other side, Yin Muhua climbed over several walls and landed in another small courtyard.

She coughed violently, and blood kept gushing from the wound on her chest.

"Damn Cheng Yannian, I'll rip out your heart, liver, and lungs one day and use them to pay tribute to Hong Xiuniang!" Yin Muhua cursed viciously.

Suddenly, she swayed and felt dizzy.

"Oh no! Too much blood and energy has been lost; we can no longer suppress the evil spirits!"

Yin Muhua suddenly heard a woman crying. She realized that this was not an illusion, but an evil spirit trying to control her body.

The Yin Yuan Sect and the entire Bai'er Sect follow the path of ingesting evil spirits into the soul. The advantage is that one can obtain various evil arts, but the disadvantage is that one needs to constantly absorb vital energy to suppress the evil spirits. Otherwise, the evil spirits will backfire and the person will go insane. This is why the Bai'er Sect was designated as an evil cult.

"I need qi and blood!"

A murderous intent flashed in Yin Muhua's eyes. He had an excellent sense of hearing and suddenly heard a series of rustling footsteps ahead.

After a moment's thought, she leaped onto the roof of the house behind her and lay quietly on the roof.

Then, the courtyard gate was kicked open, and Lin Qing and the others barged in.