The Martial Saint of Humanity, I Have Transformed Low-Level Martial Arts Into Immortal Martial Arts - Chapter 60

Chapter 60: Ten Treasure Tendon Nourishing Soup! Iron Shirt!

Seeing this situation, the other martial artists exchanged glances, all realizing that Wu Yannian’s defeat seemed inevitable.

“Damn it… You fence-sitters, I will turn all of you into Corpse Puppets!”

Wu Yannian cursed wrathfully upon witnessing this scene, as these martial artists were completely terrified into inaction by Su Hao’s overwhelming display of strength!

However, Wu Yannian quickly had no time to berate these martial artists, because the once impenetrable silver armor he wore was gradually softening and melting along with the continuous scorching Strength Force exerted by Su Hao’s Melting Gold Hand on the back of his head.

“No… no… Stop! I give up, we have no grievances… I am willing to give you all my savings… Spare my life… Ahh!”

Wu Yannian’s scalp went numb as Su Hao’s palm, heated with the essence of burning gold and melting iron, began to dissolve his helmet, rendering it no longer a barrier to his head. A wave of excruciating pain, akin to being burned with a branding iron, surged through him, eliciting Wu Yannian’s piercing shrieks, screams, and pleas for mercy.

The other martial artists around trembled at Wu Yannian’s horrific cries, as this ferocious figure from the Demon Dao was suffering inhuman torture and torment.

Those who were timid, upon witnessing this scene and hearing the chilling screams, would likely feel their bodies go weak, questioning whether they had entered some sort of hell.

“Die for me!”

But Su Hao remained unfazed, his expression shrouded in murderous intent. Killing Wu Yannian meant seizing his savings as well! Moreover, Wu Yannian had sent people to capture him; had he not concealed his strength, the outcome would have been disastrous. Wu Yannian was a practitioner of dark and evil ways, turning the living into zombies, with sins too grave to mention. Su Hao was determined to make him suffer greatly!

“Zizizizi!”

Su Hao’s five fingers, transformed into molten gold and iron, penetrated Wu Yannian’s skull, burning his brain into char.

Wu Yannian, who had been thrashing around wildly, twitched a few times, and his screams abruptly ceased—he had already perished and lay motionless, with only the scent of scorched flesh lingering in the air.

Su Hao slowly withdrew his hand, looking down at Wu Yannian’s armored corpse on the ground, and coldly snorted, “Did you really think wearing a turtle shell would save you?”

“The Lord… is dead…”

“Is he… the Blade Catcher Wen Tailai? Far more terrifying than the rumors suggested…”

With Wu Yannian’s death, the surrounding martial artists fell into complete despair, as if they were staring at a demonic deity.

Wu Yannian, himself a practitioner of Transforming Tendon, paired with his impenetrable battle armor, had made it so that few in the same realm could harm him. Yet, he had ultimately been killed by Su Hao, who had shattered his armor!

“That demon is dead? Killed by Wen Tailai!”

Not long after, Xu Huanzhen arrived to investigate the commotion, finding the Iron Armored Corpse of Wu Yannian on the ground and the standing figure of Su Hao. He swallowed hard.

Su Hao, all on his own, had single-handedly defeated all the ferocious killers in this underground cave system, his strength so profound it was terrifying!

“You, come here.”

Su Hao’s gaze fell on a young martial artist who did not dare to breathe too loudly, his voice low and hoarse.

“Yes… yes, Lord Wen, please give your orders, I would gladly face a hundred deaths!”

The young martial artist, suppressing his fear, hurriedly jogged over, forcing a smile onto his terrified face.

“Take me to where Wu Yannian keeps his treasures and valuables.”

Su Hao instructed. After killing Wu Yannian, the enemy who had dared to attack him, he did not forget to loot the spoils.

“Yes… yes.”

The young martial artist nodded repeatedly, not daring to show any signs of refusal.

“What about the people you captured? Take me to find them!”

Xu Huanzhen, who was nearby, also remembered that he had come to rescue people. He immediately seized a martial artist, demanding to be taken to the place where Wu Yannian was holding the prisoners.

The young martial artist led Su Hao to Wu Yannian’s treasury, passing by several dungeons along the way. Su Hao saw many emaciated civilians—men and women alike—locked up in these dungeons.

On the surface, Wu Yannian appeared benevolent, but in reality, he had captured many innocent civilians, using them as materials for body refining and food, raising them like livestock!

“Master Chen and the others are safe.”

Among them, Su Hao also saw Chen Yuan Zheng and the other blacksmiths, which eased his mind a little. One of his main purposes for coming here was to rescue these blacksmiths.

Wu Yannian had captured Chen Yuan Zheng and the other blacksmiths to create more armor, but he had not harmed their lives.

One of the locked warehouses in this underground cavern was where Wu Yannian stored his hoard of treasures.

Su Hao easily broke the iron lock, raising a torch to see the scene inside the warehouse.

First, there were some gold and silver, totaling only a little over a thousand taels, hardly a significant amount.

Wu Yannian spent most of his time in self-cultivation, and the consumption of body refining was equally massive, so there was not much cash or treasure. However, there were other valuable items among them!

“Hmm? What’s this? A prescription? ‘Ten Treasure Tendon Nourishing Soup’?”“It’s a secret medicine for Transforming Tendon martial artists!”

Su Hao spotted a scroll on a bookshelf and, after a quick glance, his heart leaped with joy, and his eyes sparkled.

This was a prescription for the Transforming Tendon secret medicine, Ten Treasure Tendon Nourishing Soup, which used ten precious and rare medicinal materials as its main ingredients. The effects were quite gentle, making it suitable for martial artists new to Transforming Tendon techniques!

Wu Yannian was also a Transforming Tendon martial artist and even possessed a prescription for this secret medicine, which was naturally urgent for Su Hao.

But the gains didn’t stop there; on the shelf were also various secret books, including Martial Arts Secret Books!

Although most were Basic Martial Arts and practically useless to Su Hao now, two particular volumes placed together caught his interest.

One of them had the large characters for “Corpse Refining Art” on its cover. Su Hao leafed through it and frowned slightly: “This ‘Corpse Refining Art’ is a set of Demon Arts, containing methods for refining corpses and even turning oneself into a zombie to extend one’s lifespan. It’s quite impressive, but useless to me.”

Demon Arts often allowed for rapid improvement or involved various sinister techniques, but they almost always came with significant side effects or were contrary to human morals. With Su Hao’s talent and insight, he had no need to take such a twisted path.

“‘Iron Shirt’? This is a Lower Grade martial art!”

What delighted Su Hao was the other manual on the same shelf as the “Corpse Refining Art,” which had “Iron Shirt” inscribed in big letters on its cover.

Iron Shirt is a form of hard qigong, and is considered one of the most renowned types of hard qigong, with many different versions having evolved.

The Iron Shirt practiced by Wu Yannian, placed alongside the Corpse Refining Art, was actually a set of Initiated Level hard qigong!

Wu Yannian managed to withstand Su Hao’s ‘Void Breaking Divine Fist’ propelled by Core Strength without a scratch, and it wasn’t solely due to his armor; he had also cultivated this Iron Shirt technique. Otherwise, even if the armor could absorb most of the impact, the remaining strength would have been enough to kill him!