Kill Me More Times, I’ll Become Invincible

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Despite the night being dark, a single lamp was still lit in the Hai family’s mansion.

In the light of the lamp, Hai Wuya held the "Human Path Sutra" in his hand, flipping through it constantly, his thoughts swirling uncontrollably.

The Human Path Sutra could be said to be his lifelong dream for the latter half of his life.

He had been studying in the heavenly prison for thirty years, seeking for this "Human Path Sutra," and now he had obtained this martial arts technique that only existed in dreams from a member of the Qiao family.

It was already late into the night, and as he flipped through the Human Path Sutra, excitement kept him from sleeping.

What amazed him even more than the Human Path Sutra was the quick appearance of this martial arts technique.

Last time, when the Qiao family member went to Great Qin City, the coexistence of the Long Life Fist Sutra and Xumi Mountain King Sutra was only an idea in the Qiao family member’s mind.

How many days has it been since then?

"Who is the ancestor of the Qiao family? And what kind of person would give me this incomplete Human Path Sutra? Hai Wuya was deeply moved.

It was known that his Xumi Mountain King Sutra was already incomplete. His goal was to spread this Xumi Mountain King Sutra first, let generations of practitioners improve it, and perhaps thousands of years later, it could achieve his envisioned Human Path Sutra.

Surprisingly, this thing was not calculated in years, but in days…

He never expected to see the appearance of the Human Path Sutra in his lifetime.

Instead of being amazed, Hai Wuya felt more startled.

Hai Wuya was not an ordinary person; he was undoubtedly outstanding.

At that moment, Hai Wuya deeply felt the difference between people.

Normally, as a high-ranking official and the founder of the Xumi Mountain King Sutra, Hai Wuya also had the honor of being one of the seventy-two wise men in the Wuji Association… This meant that he was stronger in some aspects than a Martial Saint.

But this half of the "Human Path Sutra" from the Qiao family confused him.

The gap between people is sometimes even bigger than the gap between people and dogs.

Wang Bo, one of the Four Great Poets of Early Tang Dynasty, wrote the masterpiece "Preface to the Tengwang Pavilion" when he was in his twenties, while the majority of scholars throughout history, even after a lifetime of studying, could not produce such a masterpiece worthy of being remembered in history.

Let alone writing a masterpiece in their twenties, ordinary scholars living over two hundred years could not achieve it…

This is the difference in natural talent and intelligence.

Now, Hai Wuya felt… as the founder of the "Xumi Mountain King Sutra," even if he lived for hundreds of years, he could not write the other half of the "Human Path Sutra" he held in his hands at the moment.

After a long time, he looked at the book in his hands, his wrinkled old face showing a slight sickly flush, and sighed:

In the morning, Hai Siyuan heard his father say, "One can die after learning the way in the morning."

"Please don’t say such things, Father," Hai Siyuan said as he sat beside his father who was studying late into the night.

"It’s better to live a long life and witness the practitioners of the Human Path Sutra grow stronger step by step," Hai Siyuan added.

"With Father’s profound knowledge, practicing the Human Path Sutra will surely rejuvenate him," Hai Siyuan thought to himself.

Hai Siyuan was actually quite worried too.

For the past forty years, while Hai Siyuan was stuck in the Hundred-mile Desert, Hai Wuya was imprisoned in the Heavenly Capital.

The Heavenly Prison was not a good place to be, as ordinary people would have their skin rubbed off. Hai Wuya spent a full thirty years there.

Although his martial arts skills had somewhat improved in his later years, the seeds of illness had already been sown.

Sending back the Human Path Sutra was also a way for Hai Siyuan to encourage Hai Wuya to practice more and live longer.

"You are right," Hai Wuya nodded in agreement.

"Perhaps this Human Path Sutra can bring hope even to those of us like Li Changshi who are no longer able to fight on the battlefield."

Hai Siyuan, a veteran of his generation in his sixties, was able to maintain his declining vitality using the "Xumi Mountain King Sutra", and even improve against the odds.

The extent of improvement depends on their individual martial aptitude.

Geniuses and ordinary people progress differently in practicing the "Xumi Mountain King Sutra".

Even ordinary martial artists can break through naturally by spending time and effort, unlike other martial arts techniques where people with limited talent may be stuck at a certain level forever.

The "Human Path Sutra" combines the strengths of two techniques, enhancing both blood flow and energy, making it more effective than the "Xumi Mountain King Sutra".

"Not bad, but it’s not time to celebrate yet," Hai Wuya coughed lightly, his flushed face gradually calming down, showing his approval.

"We have yet to see the full potential of the ‘Human Path Sutra’, or witness a new generation of martial artists mastering it," he said solemnly.

Nowadays, Hai Wuya is only reading the teachings of the "Human Path Scriptures".

Theory and practice are not exactly the same thing. Whether this "Human Path Scriptures" can really be cultivated to create powerful experts remains to be seen.

……………………….

Imperial Capital, Great Dao Sect temple.

Elder Qingyi withdrew her hand from the head of a Wuji Association martial artist, ranked 1st, and the magical light of soul-searching spell faded away.

The purpose of the soul-searching spell is to forcibly read a part of someone else’s memory.

Once used, it can lead to becoming a fool or even the soul dispersing on the spot.

The more memories read, the greater the risk of the soul dispersing.

At this moment, the Wuji Association martial artist in Elder Qingyi’s hands completely lost consciousness and passed away.

But he also got some of the information he wanted.

"Several months ago, the Minister of Rites Hai Wuya from Great Yan secretly contacted the Wuji Association and offered them the ‘Xumi Mountain King Sutra’, asking them to spread it as quickly as possible."

"He is the creator of the ‘Xumi Mountain King Sutra’ and has a connection with the Wuji Association."

"Hai Wuya clearly knew the extraordinary nature of this technique, so he intentionally spread this technique… It seems like he is in a hurry?"

Elder Qingyi pondered silently.

The importance of this ‘Xumi Mountain King Sutra’ was also passed on by Qingzhuo.

At this point, things were basically clear.

The only issue is that Hai Wuya is not an ordinary person. He is a high-ranking official in the Great Yan Imperial Court, holding the position of Minister of Rites.

He is not someone who can be easily captured. If the Immortal Gate takes action, it will definitely cause a stir in the mortal world.

Of course…someone with the title of Minister of Rites is not qualified to provoke the Great Dao Sect’s Immortal Gate.

"We must capture him, but we should also inform the Emperor of Great Yan."

"This person, as a Minister of Rites, has connections to the Wuji Association and his status is impressive. It’s perfect for showing authority and reestablishing the Immortal Gate’s prestige."

"Otherwise, any ordinary martial artist would dare to shout the slogan of ‘Using Martial Arts to Defeat Immortals,’ which is too absurd." Taoist Qingyi thought to himself, his eyes turning cold.

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