I Can Strengthen Infinitely

Everyone watching felt waves of emotion, their hearts pounding like startled deer.

"Miss, please come sit over here, there’s a stove here to warm yourself," Li Xing immediately said with great enthusiasm.

The woman covered her mouth and giggled, and as she turned to close the cabin door behind her, in the next instant, her appearance changed dramatically—two sharp fangs suddenly grew from her mouth.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

After a bout of miserable, bloodcurdling screams, the entire cabin was drenched in blood, with large splashes staining even the walls.

No living people remained, nor any whole corpses.

The Celestial Demon licked its own palm, complaining disdainfully, "Mortals are still so tasteless. Immortals are so much more delicious, ah—wonder if I’ll get another chance to savor that flavor."

After eating Wu Changsheng, the Celestial Demon’s weakened power recovered greatly. Although it was still a long way from its former peak, its strength had certainly improved by leaps and bounds.

"That fellow said earlier that both Immortals and Celestial Demons had vanished from the human world. Looks like my clan’s purpose for coming here years ago hasn’t been fulfilled yet. That unfinished business—I, Tyrant, shall carry out now!" The Celestial Demon leapt up, crashed straight through the cabin roof, smashing a huge hole. Staring at the storm outside, Tyrant didn’t hesitate at all and dove headfirst into the ocean, vanishing from sight within moments.

...

Once the Vine Armor Army submitted to the Great Tang, the dynasty’s strength surged overnight, greatly easing much of Great Tang’s pressure, and making it much easier for Sanhuang’s men to deal with the remaining three rebel armies.

With things like this, the Great Tang was well on its way to sweeping away all rebellion, restoring national unity, and ushering in another age of peace and prosperity.

Deep within the imperial city, at the former Thousand Years Palace.

Once a ruin, the Thousand Years Palace was restored to its former glory within a month under Sanhuang’s orders—even made more sumptuous than before, because this was to be Qin Yuesheng’s residence. Sanhuang would never dare to slack off.

In the palace stood an ancient tree, and at this moment, Qin Yuesheng sat cross-legged beneath it, gazing listlessly at a martial arts manual in his hands.

Now that Sanhuang held true power behind the curtain of the Great Tang, Qin Yuesheng virtually controlled all the resources under heaven. Whatever he needed, Sanhuang and Li Bin would spare no effort to obtain for him.

The very first thing Qin Yuesheng wanted, naturally, were as many martial arts manuals as possible. His Martial God Atlas only lacked a final fragment to be fully completed. Once finished, he’d finally see what kind of mysterious martial art, which absorbed all Qin Yuesheng’s learning, it truly was.

But what Qin Yuesheng never expected was that the further he progressed with the Martial God Atlas, the harder things became. Even with his Grandmaster-level strength and super auxiliary tool, he managed only moderate progress. Were it anyone else, they’d likely spend a lifetime and still fail to complete the Martial God Atlas.

Setting aside the manual in his hand, Qin Yuesheng casually tossed it aside.

With his current Grandmaster’s insight, he could quickly master some martial arts without even needing the super auxiliary tool.

"Still can’t even touch the threshold of mastering the Martial God Atlas," Qin Yuesheng frowned.

The most taboo thing in martial arts is greedy haste. After pondering a moment, Qin Yuesheng calmed himself down, turning his mind to another matter.

Back when he fought Nine Thousand Years, he encountered something very odd: by means of the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Nine Lives Scripture, he saw his previous incarnation, who then appeared in that very battle—even stepping in to block a few of Nine Thousand Years’ attacks for Qin Yuesheng.

According to Qin Yuesheng’s understanding of the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Nine Lives Scripture, such a sign indicated the first life was about to be completed.

The Nine Yin and Nine Yang Nine Lives Scripture is a wondrous cultivation technique gained only when one has mastered both the Nine Yin Extreme Dao Scripture and the Nine Yang Ultimate Skill. In terms of grade, it far surpasses Divine Skills.

Following the Nine Lives Scripture’s cultivation method, Qin Yuesheng began his meditation again, but this time felt something entirely different—as though his mind had moved on its own.

Everything seemed as natural as water flowing—a water jar already brimming, with someone adding that last crucial ladle.

Now, the water in the jar was overflowing.

A brilliant light bloomed at Qin Yuesheng’s brow, and a never-before-seen pattern flashed into existence. As the radiance flared, a human figure suddenly appeared before Qin Yuesheng’s eyes.

Qin Yuesheng recognized him instantly; it was his first life—the executioner.

Gazing at the other, Qin Yuesheng felt an uncanny sense of looking into a mirror, though the executioner looked nothing like him, as if they were two entirely separate people.

"May I borrow a Divine Soldier for protection?" the executioner rumbled.

Qin Yuesheng asked, "What’s your name?"

"My name from my past life’s long forgotten. Since we are one, whatever you’re called, I’ll be called too," said the executioner, utterly unreserved.

Qin Yuesheng shook his head, refusing: "No way. Better let me name you. You’ll be Qin Killer."

The Nine Yin and Nine Yang Nine Lives Scripture is a supremely wondrous, preternatural technique which ought not exist in the mortal realm. It lets the cultivator retrace the cycle of reincarnation, drawing their former selves into the world of the living.

This executioner was the first life drawn back by Qin Yuesheng.

His appearance signaled that Qin Yuesheng had successfully finished the first stage of cultivating the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Nine Lives Scripture.

"Fine, that name’ll do."

"Do you know martial arts, to be so bold as to ask me for a Divine Soldier?" Qin Yuesheng said.

"Don’t underestimate me," Qin Killer replied.

Qin Yuesheng promptly drew out all his Divine Soldiers from his spatial pouch, sticking them in the ground before him for Qin Killer to choose from.

The executioner was burly by nature and sought out a heavy weapon. Back when Qin Yuesheng still had the Celestial Fire Divine Saber, it would’ve suited this guy well.

After some picking, Qin Killer grabbed the Ice-Fire Divine Axe and hefted it.

Qin Yuesheng was startled—he knew the Ice-Fire Divine Axe wasn’t just extraordinary in its looks, but weighed five hundred catty! For Qin Killer to wield it one-handed showed his own formidable strength.

To gain such a loyal helper who’d never betray him, Qin Yuesheng was more than pleased. With Qin Killer’s help, all those tasks he couldn’t handle personally could now be handed off.

"Good weapon, good weapon—I like this one. This is it!" Qin Killer slung the Ice-Fire Divine Axe onto his shoulder, grinning widely.

Towering like an iron pagoda, and with a flaming, frost-rimed war axe hoisted tall, he really did look like a War Divinity incarnate—the mere sight of him gave off a crushing sense of pressure.

"Any jobs you need me to do?" Qin Killer asked.

"There are a few. North, east, south—there are still three rebel armies running wild. The Great Tang can suppress them now, but it’ll take ages. Go deal with one for me," said Qin Yuesheng.

"Alright, I’ll handle that for you," Qin Killer said, jumping up and displaying first-rate Lightweight Skill as he sped away from Thousand Years Palace. From the white ring behind him, Qin Yuesheng realized he actually possessed Inner Power Realm level eight strength.

"So my first life’s strength is no joke. But what’s baffling is, with such power, why would he choose to be an executioner?" Qin Yuesheng wondered privately.

Yet the memories of that first life had already all faded. All Qin Killer knew was what Qin Yuesheng knew; some memories were shared between the two, which was how Qin Killer, on appearing, instantly understood the Great Tang’s situation and the rebel armies’ details.

Watching Qin Killer’s silhouette vanish from sight, Qin Yuesheng sank once more into the tedium of studying martial arts manuals.