Stepping into Core Formation, the changes are not limited to the muscles, bones, and skin, but also the True Qi stored within the Golden Core.
However, compared to the four Realms of entering the hall, the True Qi of a Core Formation Realm Martial Artist seems somewhat insufficient, both in quantity and quality.
Therefore, when Core Formation Realm Martial Artists face an enemy, the timing of using their True Qi is extremely cautious.
As the old monk punched out, the air above his fist faintly distorted.
Clearly.
This move utilized the True Qi within his Martial Dao Golden Core entirely.
However.
The young girl, however, had no intention of dodging. She casually tossed aside the broken hilt and punched out as well.
The old monk was so angry he laughed instead.
This girl probably doesn't know the power of Body Tempering Cultivation Techniques.
Although his "Four Noble Truths Golden Body" is only a half-step Body Tempering technique, the toughness of his arms and limbs is not much different from a true Body Tempering Cultivation Technique.
Even if the opponent's strength is greater than his, so what?
It is like an egg colliding with a stubborn stone; no matter how great the egg's force, the moment they touch, the only outcome is a shattered egg.
With this thought, the murderous intent in the old monk's eyes was fully revealed, and his fist strike sped up by another third!
The next instant.
One large and one small, one withered and one fair.
The two fists violently collided!
Bang—!
Just at the moment of contact.
The old monk's face turned green.
How is that possible?
The imagined scene of the opponent's skin splitting and flesh tearing did not appear.
A massive force surged violently up his arm and into his body, nearly knocking the breath out of him instead.
This is impossible!
He had used True Qi in this move!
Why could the opponent withstand it?!
Could it be... this girl has also practiced a Body Tempering Cultivation Technique?!
In a flash, the girl withdrew her fist, twisted her waist, and swept out a side whip kick towards his abdomen!
A sharp tearing sound echoed in the air.
Clearly, this move was also imbued with True Qi.
The old monk's eyes were sharp. From the previous clash, he saw the strangeness of Jiang Yuechu's Physical Body and knew he was no match if they continued fighting. He immediately forced a breath of Qi and actively met the incoming whip kick!
He intended to use the force of the kick to fly out of the second-floor window and escape into the distance!
The old monk's idea was correct, and he achieved his goal.
Unfortunately, he severely underestimated the power of that kick.
He borrowed a little too much force!
Jiang Yuechu had never encountered an opponent who practiced Body Tempering Martial Arts along the way. Now, she couldn't easily use the Divine Ability of the hundred demons compendium, and her blade was gone, so she didn't dare to be careless.
This kick not only used True Qi but also all the strength she could muster.
Downstairs at Fuyun Tower, Chen Tong and two others led several Demon Suppression Guards members guarding the entrance.
Although Jiang Yuechu told them to go back first, they couldn't possibly just leave her here alone.
At this moment, everyone was chatting idly.
A massive roar, like muffled thunder, suddenly exploded from the second floor above their heads!
Boom—
"What happened?!"
Everyone looked up in shock.
They saw that the wall facing the street on the second floor had been violently smashed through, leaving a huge hole!
That figure shot out from the hole, tracing an exaggerated arc, and flew straight toward the distant night sky!
The speed was so fast that in the blink of an eye, it had turned into a small black dot and vanished from sight.
"Hiss—"
Everyone gasped.
Flying hundreds of meters in an instant?
Is this the movement technique of the Core Formation Realm?
Everyone had not yet recovered from the shock.
From the hole in the broken wall, a slender figure slowly appeared.
Jiang Yuechu looked down, overlooking the stunned people below, and her cool, clear voice drifted down.
"There's another living one upstairs. Capture him."
After speaking, she didn't wait for a response. She took a step and sprinted directly toward the direction where the old monk had disappeared... Under the cover of night, a figure heavily smashed into an alleyway a Hundred Zhang away, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Pfft—
Forgetting Dust spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
He struggled, trying to get up, but the stark white bones of his arms had pierced through his flesh and were exposed to the air.
Broken.
They were completely broken!
He had Cultivated "Four Noble Truths Golden Body" for decades; his arms were already tempered to be comparable to a Divine Weapon, and even experts of the same Realm would struggle to shake them easily.
Yet, before that girl, they were utterly vulnerable.
At such a young age... she stepped into Core Formation, possessed excellent Blade Skills, terrifying strength, and had also mastered a Body Tempering Cultivation Technique!
Could it be... this girl started Cultivating from her mother's womb?
Forgetting Dust's eyes were filled with horror. Ignoring the intense pain in his arms, he supported himself with his elbows and knees, wriggling, desperately trying to get up.
As long as... as long as he could escape back to Baosha Temple... He had just managed to prop up half his body.
A shadow silently enveloped him.
A delicate Black Boot descended from the sky and heavily stomped onto his back.
Bang!
Forgetting Dust was forcefully stomped back onto the ground, spitting out another mouthful of fresh blood.
A cool, clear voice faintly drifted down from above his head.
"I almost let you escape."
Forgetting Dust struggled to turn his head, "You... you cannot kill me..."
"I am the Chief of the Discipline hospital of Baosha Temple..."
Before he could finish speaking.
Jiang Yuechu's foot slowly lifted, then heavily stomped down again.
This time, it landed on the old monk's neck.
Crack—
[Killed a Core Formation Realm creature, obtained one hundred and twenty-nine years of Dao Cultivation]
Along with the notification, it announced the fall of the prestigious Chief of the Baosha Temple on the Longyou Circuit.
However, Jiang Yuechu couldn't feel happy.
She frowned, looking at the still-warm corpse beneath her foot, feeling somewhat dissatisfied.
"Only a little over a hundred years for the Core Formation Realm..."
Now, she had roughly figured out what exactly this Dao Cultivation was.
Whether Demon or Human Race, the granted Dao Cultivation is generally calculated based on the duration of their practice and their Realm, assessed comprehensively.
The Human Race Cultivates quickly, spending far less time than Demons, which leads to killing a Martial Artist of the same Realm being far less profitable than killing a Demon.
But there are also benefits.
Humans, naturally, are more numerous than Demons.
She shook her head, dispelling the slight dissatisfaction in her mind.
Even a mosquito's leg is meat; having some profit is better than none.
She bent down, grabbed the old monk, and turned to walk towards Fuyun Tower, dragging him like an animal.
The corpse was dragged across the uneven flagstone road, bumping and scraping, emitting dull sounds... Fuyun Tower.
The Young Monk who had previously followed Forgetting Dust was now being firmly pinned to the ground by Chen Tong and the others.
His face was bruised and purple, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth; clearly, he had attempted to resist.
But he was suppressed by the merciless iron hands of these strong men.
Even so, he still craned his neck and roared with bloodshot eyes.
"Let me go! You pack of imperial hounds, when my Master returns, he will surely..."
He didn't finish his sentence.
A dull dragging sound came from the distance.
Everyone subconsciously followed the sound with their gaze.
They saw that slender figure dressed in Profound Black slowly appear.
Only when she got closer did the crowd clearly see who it was.
Jiang Yuechu's skin was already very pale, and she disliked makeup. Under the moonlight, her skin appeared even more fragile, like white Xuan Paper.
Her raven-black hair was softly scattered around her temples, beautiful and bright like a cluster of newly budding flowers.
Yet, the Chief of the Discipline hospital of Baosha Temple, who currently dominates the Region Jianghu, was being dragged by the young girl.
At first glance, he looked like a dead old dog.