Kill Me More Times, I'll Become Invincible-Chapter 368:

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Inside the Heavenly Fragrance Tower.

Qiao Mu bent down and carefully examined the body of a large man with a leopard’s head ring on the ground.

The body was pierced by a strong force, not only the limbs were scattered, but also the vital organs were severely damaged… Qiao Mu was quite familiar with this kind of death.

"Obviously, the body was pierced by someone using extremely strong internal energy, suffering both severe external and internal injuries, with the organs all shattered… The killer’s internal energy is very advanced, far beyond the so-called 4th rank limit."

"Simply…."

"It’s almost like I did it." Qiao Mu whispered to himself.

"In Nan Province, someone is pretending to be a member of the Qiao family to deceive and recruit disciples. Could it be that someone is imitating my killings here in the Southeast Province?"

Before Qiao Mu had truly cultivated his strength and developed True strength, he relied on the internal energy he had accumulated over the years, combined with the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method, to unleash a blow that almost shattered a person from the inside out with his strong internal energy.

This kind of performance can only be achieved by a few superb martial artists with strong internal energy on the Strength List, including Qiao Mu.

"So, the killer confessed his identity as the current head of the Xue family, Xue Changhe?"

Qiao Mu turned around, looking at a pale gray-clothed old man behind him.

The old man in grey clothes was the first person chosen by Earth Sword Immortal from the crowd. He gathered courage to fight Xue Changhe, and almost got killed on the spot.

Despite that, he was quite injured and before he could go far, he was caught by Qiao Mu, who asked about the chaos that happened in the city earlier.

"Yes, it was Xue Changhe." The old man in grey clothes nodded, his eyes filled with resentment.

Considering his age, being almost killed by Xue Changhe made him naturally feel resentful.

"Mr. Qiao, do not underestimate Xue Changhe. He used to be the number one on the Strength List. Even now, he should be the second on the Strength List… no, the third… the fourth?"

The old man in grey clothes counted in his mind.

Let’s not talk about Martial Saint who is not on the list.

Including the Founding Emperor Yan in the palace, and the master of Peach Blossom Villa from the Qiao family, Qiao Xin, and the two Qiao Pianxins in front of him, this Xue Changhe could really only rank fourth.

"Fourth? If it’s just about quantity and not quality… having more or less internal strength, it’s still just average." Qiao Mu didn’t seem to care too much.

The key to breaking through to superb strength is to combine inner energy and spirit. The energy developed from training merges with the martial artist’s own spirit.

The spirit of a martial artist is unique to each individual. Therefore, the nature of each martial artist’s inner strength is different and cannot be easily transferred.

So, Xue Changhe is most likely not yet mastered the transformation of inner strength, like Qiao Mu before him, who achieved superb inner strength through extensive training.

No matter how much inner strength one has, the distance it can be projected outward is ultimately limited.

True strength is highly condensed, allowing for a significant increase in the distance energy can be projected. At the same time, a martial artist’s ability to control their True strength improves, and they also gain a mental attack ability similar to the "Eye Attacking Technique."

Qiao Mu has already updated his version to this level on his own. Even with vast inner strength, Xue Changhe will only be able to intimidate martial artists who have not yet mastered True strength.

Therefore, Qiao Mu is not afraid of Xue Changhe.

What puzzles him is the mysterious woman in red who quietly took the stone sword and left.

The woman in red mentioned the Sword Tomb, suggesting she might be intentionally leading people there as a trap.

Qiao Mu thought he could take it easy.

"Things have come to this, let’s eat first."

From Southwest Province to Nan Province, and then rushing to this Southeast Province.

Now that he found a clue to the Earth Sword Immortal, Qiao Mu was no longer in a hurry.

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"Old Gray." Qiao Mu looked at the old man in gray next to him.

"Is there anything special in this Southeast Province that we can check out?"

"…Mr. Qiao, actually my last name is Bai." The old man in gray said quietly.

"Oh, it seems I got it wrong," Qiao Mu glanced at him.

He just casually called out, this old man in gray was not a beautiful girl, they were just strangers, no need to care about his last name.

The old man in grey felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

"It’s not Mr. Qiao who misspoke, it’s me… I got the last name wrong." The old man in grey said apologetically.

"I remembered, my family, five hundred years ago actually had the last name Grey, but to avoid war, they moved to this Southeast Province region, and later changed their last name to White."

"Mr. Qiao is truly amazing." The old man in grey raised his thumb.

"He saw through the secrets of my White family at a glance!"

Qiao Mu: …

He wasn’t sure if the old man in grey was making things up, but he felt like the old man was just joking around too much.

"Your martial arts skills… are about 4th rank? Your spiritual refining skills are lacking, it seems that as people grow old, their spiritual refining skills also regress?" Qiao Mu studied the old man in grey carefully.

"Mr. Qiao has sharp eyes!" The old man in grey said respectfully.

When a martial artist grows old, the first thing that weakens is their energy and blood flow.

If they neglect their inner strength and martial skills, their internal strength and martial arts will decline too.

Older martial artists like the man in grey clothing actually don’t experience much decline in energy and blood flow; it’s mainly their hearts that age.

"I agree," said Qiao Mu calmly.

"Your mind may be clouded, wisdom may have grown, but with too many distractions, you have lost the focused martial artist spirit. If you still have the desire to improve in martial arts in this lifetime, pay attention to this aspect."

This sharp critique sounded like the elders scolding the younger generation, making passersby feel puzzled: Qiao Mu now looked like a young man in his twenties, while the man in grey clothing was clearly over sixty.

When this was said, the man in grey clothing nodded and bowed, looking grateful, which made onlookers feel strange.

"Stop with the formalities," Qiao Mu waved his hand to stop the man in grey clothing from flattery.

"Bring something real, get some local specialties from Southeast Province."

The old man in grey robes thought for a moment and said, "Southeast Province is also known as Hai Prefecture, it is a coastal province."

"Baichuan City means ‘where all rivers enter the sea’, and it is the mouth of the Sky Piercing River downstream."

"This place has both river and sea delicacies, especially famous for snowflake crabs and amethyst clams…"

The old man in grey robes led Qiao Mu through the local streets and alleys, occasionally stopping in front of restaurants to introduce local dishes.

"These amethyst clams have a shiny purple crystal-like gloss on their shells, with a sweet taste…"

But Qiao Mu was starting to lose interest as he listened.

"Is this all there is? Anything more exciting?"

The old man in grey robes hesitated and asked, "What does Mr. Qiao mean?"

"I mean something fresh and exciting that other places don’t have, instead of just sticking to fish and crabs."

The old man in grey clothes thought for a moment, then he understood.

"I got it, I got it."

"This time, taking Mr. Qiao to a different place will definitely bring something new and exciting."

The old man in grey clothes had an idea in his mind. He took big steps leading the way, and soon stopped at a fortune-telling stall by the roadside.

"Mr. Qiao, we have arrived." The old man in grey clothes pointed to the fortune-telling stall.

In front of this fortune-telling stall, there was actually a long line, showing that the business was very brisk.

Behind the stall, the fortune-teller was a middle-aged Taoist with long beard and a serious face.

"Fortune-telling? Is that a local specialty too?" Qiao Mu asked in doubt.

"Mr. Qiao, don’t say that," the old man in grey clothes smiled and said.

"These Nine Immortal Gates each occupy a territory. The Southeast Province Immortal Gate is known as the Soul Predicting Path. The cultivators here are unique, aren’t they?"

"The fortune-telling stall of Taoist Qian Zhen is famous for its accuracy in Baichuan City. Mr. Qiao can give it a try."

Qiao Mu was surprised, "Do the cultivators of the Immortal Gate really tell fortunes for ordinary people?"

Having traveled through several provinces, he noticed that while the magical techniques differed among the Immortal Gates, the sense of superiority was the same everywhere.

The Xuantian Sect in Nan Province indeed had cultivators who influenced people by offering porridge and buying their favor, but Qiao Mu had never seen one who told fortunes for ordinary people before.

It must be said that the grey-clothed old man hit the mark this time by accident.

Initially, Qiao Mu just wanted to buy some local specialties, but upon encountering the cultivator from the Soul Predicting Path, his curiosity was piqued.

Qiao Mu patiently waited in line behind the crowd for nearly half an hour, eagerly anticipating his turn.

In front of Qiao Mu stood a pale and thin scholar. When Taoist Qian Zhen saw him, he scrutinized the man closely and his expression turned serious.

"Your forehead is darkened, your face looks lifeless, clearly indicating an impending disaster, fearing that misfortune will soon strike, facing a calamity…"

"Oh? Please, master, save me!" The scholar couldn’t withstand the fright and quickly pleaded.

Qiao Mu watched quietly from the side, furrowing his brows slightly, wondering if it was too easy to believe? Is it so easy to deceive?

"I have a little spell that can help you get rid of bad luck and protect your safety," Taoist Qian Zhen pondered.

"If you have a good solution, I am willing to express my gratitude," the scholar took out some silver from his pocket, intending to hand it to Taoist Qian Zhen.

However, Taoist Qian Zhen didn’t even glance at the silver, just waved his sleeve and said:

"I am a recluse, what use do I have for these worldly possessions?"

"If you want to avoid disasters and misfortunes, bathe and change clothes, then go to the Daoist temple in the east of the city, burn incense and pray for ten days. After that, I will explain the way to rid yourself of disasters in the temple…"

"Remember, this requires a sincere heart to be effective, do not deceive yourself."

The people nearby watched Taoist Qian Zhen’s actions and exclaimed:

"Master Qian Zhen doesn’t want money, he only asks for prayers and incense burning to help save lives. He truly has a compassionate heart like a Bodhisattva."

Qiao Mu listened nearby but didn’t agree.

Money and valuables are useful for cultivators, but incense burning is more important in the end.

It was clear that Taoist Qian Zhen was using fortune-telling to lead the followers into the temple.

When facing life-threatening situations, like the thin bookworm just now, one naturally prays devoutly.

"Not taking money doesn’t mean he’s not greedy. How can material wealth compare to the importance of incense burning?" Qiao Mu remarked casually.

Before the Taoist could respond, the surrounding followers became upset.

"You outsider, how dare you speak like that?"

"Qian Zhen, a half-immortal, has a powerful presence here. There was a strong butcher named Zhang from Red Tiger Street who went to him for fortune-telling. The master predicted a disaster within three days. At that time, Zhang didn’t believe it was true, but three days later, his body caught fire, burning from the inside out, until he turned into ashes… Isn’t that terrifying?"

"This time, Chu, a scholar, seems to have gotten into a big trouble. Even Qian Zhen, the half-immortal, is uncertain. He advised going to the temple to pray to the gods of the Soul Predicting Path for ten full days."

Qiao Mu, however, remained unconvinced.

"If a cultivator from the immortal path attacks a mortal, how many people can actually see through their magical techniques?"

Zhang, the butcher, died violently within three days, his body catching fire… Doesn’t it sound like he was hit by a fire charm from an immortal cultivator?

When Qiao Mu said this, the surrounding worshippers were furious.

"Young man, be mindful of the gods above."

"You can eat freely, but watch your words…"

Taoist Qian Zhen seemed very influential here. Without him saying a word, the spit from the surrounding worshippers almost drowned Qiao Mu.

Until now, Taoist Qian Zhen remained silent, while Qiao Mu, the outsider, had become the target of everyone’s criticism.

It was only then that Taoist Qian Zhen finally took action.

He smoothed his long beard, smiled at the followers around him, raised his hand to quiet them down.

"Please don’t be anxious, everyone."

"Life and death are predestined, wealth and nobility are in the hands of fate. When the time comes in one’s destiny, it will happen. When it’s not in one’s destiny, it won’t happen. Even I, as a poor Daoist, cannot change this."

"And this gentleman…" Taoist Qian Zhen looked at Qiao Mu and quietly performed a soul predicting technique.

"Your forehead is dark, and your face shows signs of deathly energy… Hmm… deathly energy?"

Soul Predicting Pathcultivator specializes in soul predicting, divination, prophecies, astrology, and other similar skills.

In Taoist Qian Zhen’s gaze, he saw a dense aura of death almost completely covering Qiao Mu’s face, rising from the top of his head and turning into a dark gray smoke, shooting straight up into the sky.

What’s that weird smell? What’s going on?

Taoist Qian Zhen’s heart raced, feeling goosebumps all over. Immortal cultivators like him had long lives, but he had never seen anything like this before.

"Dead aura" refers to the fate of death that only appears on those close to dying. The stronger the dead aura, the closer one is to death.

As living creatures truly die, the dead aura peaks and then quickly fades away.

Just as Taoist Qian Zhen was shocked, he noticed a change in the dead aura before him.

The once rising dead aura seemed to be violently blown by a strong wind, swirling and being sucked towards a specific direction.

Taoist Qian Zhen scanned from top to bottom and saw the thick dead aura ultimately converging on the fat cat perched on Qiao Mu’s shoulder.

As the fat cat breathed in and out, it kept sucking in the dead aura.

"Hmm? It’s a strange monster that devours dead aura," thought Taoist Qian Zhen.

He recognized this monster.

After connecting this strange monster with the death aura emanating from Qiao Mu, Taoist Qian Zhen felt a bit nervous…

Obviously, this thick death aura had been consumed by this strange monster a lot. The death aura billowing from Qiao Mu now could be considered just scraps left on the plate?

So, before this monster cat consumes the death aura, how strong is the death aura on this person in front of them?

"What kind of demon are you? Are you really a living person?"

Taoist Qian Zhen shouted loudly, then swiftly soared into the sky and turned into a streak of light, disappearing into the sky.

Only Qiao Mu stood still, looking up at the sky with a bit of confusion.

"Why did they run away? I haven’t even told them my date of birth yet?"

"Is this strong death aura because I have died too many times in the past, or does it mean I will have ten deaths and no rebirth in the future? Running away like this is very unprofessional."