Loan Cultivation to Martial Saint

Chapter 76: Chapter 67: Demon Skill Scholar

However, this sense of fullness quickly dissipated, replaced by the True Qi settling within his Dantian.

[Cultivating the Broken Jade Skill, repayment progress +69. Current repayment progress: 863/3000.]

”Every time I take a Qi Storage Pill, my repayment progress doubles,” Zheng Jun couldn’t help but sigh in amazement. Popping pills was still the fastest way to accelerate his repayment speed.

He didn’t intend to rest just yet. The pill’s effects hadn’t faded, and he planned to seize this opportunity to practice a few more times until all the medicinal efficacy was exhausted.

Over the next few days, Zheng Jun wanted to consume one pill a day as much as possible, aiming to complete the ’Qi Collection’ step and reach the ’Refining Gang’ stage. Otherwise, a lingering sense of crisis would continue to haunt him. This crisis stemmed from the Broken Jade Skill he was cultivating, as well as the three Outer Gang Elders of the Vast Sea Sect.

Only by growing stronger could he feel more confident.

”PHEW.” Zheng Jun exhaled a long breath and immediately began his second cycle of circulation.

The Broken Jade Pile Skill was great in every way, except that each cultivation session was far too painful. However, its cultivation progress was vastly superior to the Eagle-Hawk Force, leaving Zheng Jun to endure this agonizing joy.

He closed his eyes, inhaling and exhaling rhythmically.

But this time, just as his Qi and Blood began to boil—before he could even absorb and cycle the Spiritual Qi—he suddenly sensed an aura rapidly hurtling toward him from outside. Zheng Jun’s brows furrowed sharply. Without hesitation, he stopped his Broken Jade Skill, drew his saber, and went on high alert.

Although cultivating Inner Power required absolute focus and single-mindedness, it didn’t mean one’s perception of the outside world dropped to zero. Zheng Jun’s reaction to his surroundings was incredibly sharp!

Staring intently in the direction of the approaching aura, he saw a figure hastily vault over the courtyard wall and crash into his yard in a sorry state.

”Hmm?” Zheng Jun narrowed his eyes. Looking closely, he saw a guy wearing a black and gold cloak.

The style of his attire was similar to Bo Zhangjiu’s. The only difference was that the Profound Iron Mask on his face had been shattered in half, leaving half of his face fully exposed to Zheng Jun.

Upon seeing this face, Zheng Jun instantly recognized him. It was the clerk from the Rejuvenating Building, a Dark Guard of the Garrison Command Government Office—Sun Bu!

”Why do you guys get matching cloaks? What do they mean by not issuing one to me? Did Bo Zhangjiu pocket the money for my cloak?” he thought to himself.

However, now was clearly not the time to ask about that. Zheng Jun immediately stepped forward and asked in a low voice, ”What happened to you?”

”Run!” Sun Bu roared in a hushed tone. ”Damn it, Meng Xian is a puppet of the Demon Fiends! I went tonight to verify the accuracy of your intel and discovered that both the Scholars by his side cultivate Demon Skills! One practices the Five Organ Skill, and the other, the Heart-Slicing Curse!

”One of them chased me all the way here. I’m afraid he’s about to arrive!”

Hearing Sun Bu’s words, Zheng Jun’s expression instantly turned cold.

”Damn it, why didn’t you say so earlier?” he thought. Without hesitation, Zheng Jun planned to get up and leave, intending to head to the Garrison Command to call for backup. ”You didn’t believe my intel? How can there be such a parasite like you in the Garrison Command? What a useless teammate, I swear!”

Just as Zheng Jun prepared to vault over the wall and leave, a foul, fishy stench hit him head-on. A gust of warm, putrid air blew right at his face. The main culprit had arrived; it seemed there was no way to call for backup now.

”You reek of filth. Get out here!” Zheng Jun sneered coldly. His Beirong Saber left its sheath, the blade gleaming with a frigid light. As he raised his icy gaze, killing intent spread through the air.

”I didn’t expect this brat to be looking for you.” A childish voice reached Zheng Jun’s ears. The next moment, with a resounding CRASH, the courtyard wall collapsed, sending shattered bricks and a cloud of dust crashing to the ground.

From behind the ruined wall, a dark silhouette lunged toward Zheng Jun with extreme agility. In just a few blinks of an eye, it was already right in front of him.

The foul stench grew increasingly thick in that instant.

”Get lost!” Zheng Jun snorted coldly. Without a shred of hesitation, he slashed forward with his Beirong Saber. His Blade Intent erupted instantly, unleashing an offensive that surged forward like a massive tidal wave, crashing endlessly, layer upon layer!

Zheng Jun’s formidable strength instantly startled the incoming shadow, forcing it to hastily glide backward. But Zheng Jun’s slash had already fallen. Blood splattered immediately—the dark figure had clearly been injured by the blow.

”You dodge quickly.” Zheng Jun held his Beirong Saber horizontally. A line of blood flashed across the blade, pooling at the tip before continuously dripping down in crimson beads.

”Your saber is actually this sharp!” The dark figure revealed deep wariness. By now, his appearance was fully visible.

He was short in stature, looking exactly like a Scholar. His eyes were as crimson as blood, and his entire body emanated an aura of sinister coldness. Zheng Jun’s earlier slash had struck his left shoulder. The clothing there was shredded, exposing a visible saber wound underneath.

However, to Zheng Jun’s surprise, the wound he had inflicted was already enveloped in a layer of red mist and was rapidly healing. Meanwhile, the Scholar’s face was clouded with gloom, carrying a sickly flush of red amidst his pallor!

Seeing this, Zheng Jun couldn’t help but feel that things were getting tricky.

”What kind of Cultivation Technique is this that it can actually heal wounds? Why do these Demon Skills seem so much more powerful than proper Cultivation Techniques?” he thought.

Just then, the Scholar suddenly roared, ”The Master has ordered it! Attack quickly and kill him!”

Hearing these words, Zheng Jun, whose nerves were already taut, instantly sensed a surge of Evil Qi rushing at his back. He immediately spun around and chopped behind him, unleashing a dense Blood Fiend aura that poured out alongside his blade!

This strike sounded like the long roar of a Flood Dragon! As the Wave-Treading Blade Intent slashed out, it was as if a Flood Dragon had burst forth from a deep-sea abyss, soaring straight into the heavens!

The other Scholar, who was ambushing Zheng Jun from behind, suddenly shrank his pupils and tried to hastily retract his attacking claws.

However, no matter how fast this Scholar’s reaction was, it couldn’t match Zheng Jun’s speed, empowered by his Wave-Treading Blade Intent! In an instant, the Blade Intent came crashing down. The sharp saber glare instantly tore through the Scholar’s sleeves and severed both of his sharp claws!

”AHHH!” A shrill scream pierced the air as a pair of arms fell to the ground.

His eyes brimming with ferocity, Zheng Jun didn’t pause for even half a second. He raised his saber directly and forcefully chopped downward!

Heavy, powerful, and utterly unstoppable!

This strike seemed bent on chopping the ambusher right down the middle into two perfect halves!

Seeing this, the incoming Scholar felt his blood run cold and shrieked desperately, ”Senior Brother, save me!”