I Become a Martial Arts God in the Chaotic Demon World-Chapter 64: The Immortal Demon Heart

Yuan Longshan had miscalculated with Han Zheng, he never anticipated that Han Zheng would be able to produce one after another of Xuan Gang Realm cultivation techniques.

The realm of a cultivation technique simply meant that only upon reaching that particular realm, one could unleash the full potential of the technique.

For instance, the Great Vajra Ming King Seal that Han Zheng used was of the Xuan Gang Realm.

In fact, only upon reaching the Xuan Gang Realm and being able to externalize Gang Qi could one truly condense the Vajra Ming King Avatar and bring out the full might of this cultivation technique.

Therefore, many Xuan Gang Martial Artists were still using Innate Realm cultivation techniques, rather than completely discarding them once they had reached the Xuan Gang Realm.

Moreover, each level higher in cultivation techniques meant an increase in rarity by tenfold or even dozens of times.

Even for someone like Yuan Longshan, a Colonel of the Demon Cleansing Bureau, he only had two Xuan Gang Realm techniques on hand, fewer than Han Zheng possessed.

Han Zheng, an Innate Martial Artist, was actually able to produce three Xuan Gang Realm techniques, which was extravagance to the extreme!

As the Great Vajra Ming King Seal was about to smash down, a roaring force bore down upon him.

Yuan Longshan quickly formed seal techniques with his hands, and suddenly, a wisp of blood mist erupted from his body, burning swiftly, and his complexion turned increasingly pale.

This blood mist instantly transformed into blood-colored Gang Qi, which Yuan Longshan hurled toward Han Zheng with a palm strike!

Depleted of his Inner Strength True Yuan after Moving Mountain, Yuan Longshan still had a secret technique that could burn his Essence Blood to convert to True Yuan.

Essence Blood was not the same as Qi Blood Essence.

Qi Blood Essence, once burned, could be replenished after a few days of rest.

But once Essence Blood was consumed, it was irretrievable!

Following a violent explosion, Han Zheng was sent flying backward, his arms slightly bent and seemingly fractured, as blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth.

Yuan Longshan's Essence Blood fueled strike was still not something the current Han Zheng could withstand.

"Die now!"

There was a fierce gleam in Yuan Longshan's eyes as he turned the burning Qi Blood Essence in his hands into a long blood-colored blade, slashing towards Han Zheng.

Han Zheng, a mere pawn, an insignificant piece, had in the end disrupted his plans, even forcing him into such a dire situation—Yuan Longshan wished he could flay Han Zheng alive!

That Pill Furnace shattered; his heart might as well have shattered too!

Now, rather than retreating, Han Zheng advanced once more, charging toward Yuan Longshan again.

He had less than half of his Inner Strength True Qi remaining, but he was still able to barely execute a Moving Mountain technique.

Han Zheng was gambling, betting that Moving Mountain could strip away his burning Qi Blood Essence—if he won the bet, a sliver of survival remained!

But just then, a piercing howl suddenly rang out.

All of Yuan Longshan's attention was on Han Zheng at that moment, even the Qi Blood Essence blade in his hands was poised to strike.

Even if he heard the noise, it was already too late.

Yuan Longshan could barely twist half of his body, and the blood-colored blade in his hands tried to change direction to strike behind him.

But before he could lift his blade, a small blood-colored sword penetrated his chest—it was the Hundred-step Flying Sword that he had previously used to ambush Feng Jinyuan!

Only this time, the silver-white Hundred-step Flying Sword had turned into a bloody color.

It wasn't smeared with fresh blood; it had transformed into a crimson hue itself.

Yuan Longshan incredulously looked behind him.

Zhang Tianyang was slumped on the ground, with the large hole that Yuan Longshan had pierced still visible in his chest.

But from that hole, a beating heart was visible.

The heart, tinged with black and red, had many tentacle-like things attaching it to Zhang Tianyang's flesh, looking extremely malevolent.

"After using the Hundred-step Flying Sword, it can't be considered completely wasted, as long as a trace of Sword Qi remains, it can be infused with Essence Blood for another use.

But the problem is the Essence Blood dissipates too quickly and must be used within half an hour.

This is all what you taught me, didn't you also say that the sword cultivators of Qingming Sword Pavilion were too wasteful? Have you forgotten?" said Zhang Tianyang.

On Zhang Tianyang's face, there was no trace of satisfaction from revenge, only deep sorrow.

Yuan Longshan's heart was completely shredded by Sword Qi, he wanted to say something, but not a single word came out.

From behind, Han Zheng froze for a moment, then his expression suddenly changed. He furiously drew out Mo Blade Kill Tiger and decapitated Yuan Longshan.

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[By slaying a late-stage Xuan Gang Realm Martial Artist, whose life force had already dissipated greatly, 1,000 Qi Blood Essence Yuan were obtained.]

Someone had stolen his kill!

Han Zheng was instantly filled with regret, frustrated at his slow reaction.

He had finally discerned some rules of the Taotie Furnace.

Only Martial Artists slain by his own hands could have their Qi Blood Essence consumed by the Taotie Furnace.

Those who had been injured or nearly killed by others were still acceptable, as long as Han Zheng was the one to deal the final blow and deprive them of their lives, the Taotie Furnace could devour them.

Just now, Zhang Tianyang's arrow had truly stripped Yuan Longshan of his vitality; without Han Zheng's intervention, Yuan Longshan's death was certain.

As a result, since Yuan Longshan's life force had dissipated greatly, the Taotie Furnace naturally couldn't absorb all of his Qi Blood Essence.

It was fortunate Han Zheng had reacted in time to deliver an additional strike; otherwise, he might not have seen even one of those thousand Qi Blood Essence.

Song Xingfeng, who had reached the perfect state of Innate Transcendence Realm, was worth five hundred Qi Blood Essence, and Yuan Longshan would be worth at least four to five thousand.

Thinking of his loss, Han Zheng felt an urge to cough up blood.

Of course, he did not blame Zhang Tianyang.

Because just now, he had also been pushed to the brink and had to make a final gamble; otherwise, he would have had to sacrifice his three souls and seven spirits or some part of his body.

He also wasn't sure whether his final Moving Mountain strike could truly shake Yuan Longshan's last attack.

Zhang Tianyang's sword had also saved Han Zheng.

"Can't you have a bit of perception? Help me up."

Zhang Tianyang gave a bitter smile: "I already had a hole stabbed through me by that bastard, and now I've sacrificed my Essence Blood; I really don't have the strength left."

Han Zheng walked over to help Zhang Tianyang up, glanced at the sinister heart in his chest, and asked, "You didn't die just now? What is this thing?"

"I'm not a Yang God Great Grandmaster; how could I not die after my heart has been pierced? It's just that my heart was already gone; I had died once before Yuan Longshan killed me."

Zhang Tianyang pointed at his chest and sighed, "One time, the Demon Cleansing Bureau sent down a mission, saying that everyone in a small town had disappeared. When I went to investigate,

I discovered that beneath the town lay an Ancient Tomb. I entered it to take a look and found that a coffin had been opened, and something had escaped from within.

I planned to report back, but then a monster that looked like it had been skinned ambushed me. Although I managed to kill it in the end, its hand pierced through my heart.

I thought I was definitely going to die, but instead, it turned into this sinister Demon Heart and entered my body, coexisting with me.

Apart from consuming a part of my Qi Blood daily, it didn't seem to have other drawbacks; it even made my Qi Blood burst more powerfully in battle.

I only told Chen Zhenfu about this matter, and he didn't know what this thing was either. For the time being, there are no downsides, but who can ensure it won't backfire after it grows stronger?

However, if it had not replaced my heart, I probably would have died long ago, so I've just been making do with it.

Just now, when Yuan Longshan pierced my heart, I really thought I was going to die.

I never expected this Demon Heart to actually consume part of my flesh and blood and heal itself.

Doesn't this mean I have an Undying Body too?"

Zhang Tianyang grinned, cracking a joke, but his gaze toward Yuan Longshan's corpse carried deep sorrow.

Yuan Longshan was his superior, his brother.

Being betrayed by a brother, treated like a pawn, and nearly dying at the hands of this brother—these were not easy things to bear.

"Yuan Longshan came here for the thing in this Pill Furnace?"

Zhang Tianyang arrived only during Han Zheng's smashing of the Elixir and his final confrontation with Yuan Longshan.

Thus, he only knew that the Pill Furnace was very important to Yuan Longshan, without knowing about the Heavenly Demon Blood Pill and the Heavenly Demon Treasure Tree.

Han Zheng's expression unchanged, nodded and said, "This Pill Furnace contains a Divine Medicine refined by Song Xingfeng. It's said to be able to rebirth and reshape one's body. He intended to use this Divine Pill to recover his Cultivation and return to the Song Family."

A sneer tugged at the corner of Zhang Tianyang's mouth: "Yuan Longshan also wanted to be reborn and thus went through all the trouble to set up such a big plan.

But didn't he consider that being reborn is not such a simple matter? Talent is given by our parents, it is innate. What difference is there between being reborn and defying fate? How many people in this world can do it?

Besides, who said the path of Martial Arts can only be judged by talent? If it was really about talent, I, Zhang Tianyang, would have still been a mere Protector, groveling at someone's feet!

If Yuan Longshan had relied on talent, wouldn't he be but a pig butcher now?"

At this point, Zhang Tianyang sighed: "I don't know when he began harboring such thoughts, and I had no clue about it."

"Demons may be fierce, but in reality, sometimes human hearts are more evil than demons.

At least when demons devour humans, they do it directly, without taking such roundabout routes."

Han Zheng lamented.

Dealing with these people was much more exhausting than slaying demons.

Looking back, all the life-and-death battles he had experienced, the one against that pig demon had been the most straightforward.

No need to think too much, just fight and it was over.