On the official road, the remaining bandits scattered and fled, plunging into the bushes without looking back, and quickly disappeared.
Lao Zhou and Xiao Shi stared at this scene dumbfounded. It wasn't until Lin Sheng returned to the carriage that they reacted, exchanging glances and seeing deep shock in each other's eyes.
Although both of them knew that Lin Sheng's strength was very high, far from being as simple as his apparent Realm suggested, witnessing his ruthless actions firsthand still left them shaken.
"Go clean up and see if there's anything valuable we can take."
Lin Sheng instructed the two of them.
"Yes, Gongzi."
The two immediately reacted and went to search the stiff bandit corpses on the ground.
"Be careful of the corpses with blackened faces; don't touch them directly with your hands."
Soon, Lin Sheng's reminder came from behind, startling the two. They had personally witnessed how those corpses with blackened faces melted.
They immediately became more cautious and began searching the corpses.
On the carriage, Lin Sheng looked at his hands with a faint smile, quite satisfied with the power of the Three Corpse Soul Severing Palm after his Breakthrough.
Under normal circumstances, it could be said that a Forging Tendons Martial Artist without precautions would basically die upon contact. This power was even beyond his imagination.
He thought that with the current toxicity of his Three Corpse Soul Severing Palm, even a Blood Transportation Warrior would likely be in danger of losing their life if they didn't react in time.
Based on this alone, the power of this martial art has already surpassed the scope of second-rate martial arts.
However, thinking about it carefully, it's not surprising that it has such power. After all, wanting to cultivate this technique is no exaggeration to say it's a hundred deaths for one life.
The person who originally created this technique did not cultivate it to a very high level. Even if they were lucky enough to cultivate to the Forging Tendons Realm, the toxicity of the poison they ingested was far less than the three types of potent poisons Lin Sheng ingested.
However, although this martial art is very powerful, it also requires the assistance of other martial arts.
After all, for the poison to take effect, one must first make contact with the opponent, and the physical enhancement of the Three Corpse Soul Severing Palm is not very good.
Without the cooperation of other martial arts, facing a Blood Transportation Realm Martial Artist, one might be directly dealt with by the opponent before even getting close.
"In short, this martial art is extremely suitable for me."
Lin Sheng pondered in his heart. He had more ideas for this martial art. Later, when he incorporates more poisonous exotic beasts into his body, he can completely integrate more potent poisons into his body and merge all his blood and qi with the poison, not just limited to his hands.
In his hands, this martial art can definitely exert power far beyond the imagination of its creator.
Just as Lin Sheng was lost in thought, there was a rustle in the bushes not far away, and Huang Quan returned.
His gaunt figure walked in front, dragging a person and a tiger behind him.
The massive tiger in his hands seemed like it was made of paper, and he moved and walked without any hindrance.
When he returned and saw the ground full of corpses, a look of surprise appeared on his face. The reason he chased after the bandit leader was partly because he didn't want the ringleader to escape, and partly because he wanted to see Lin Sheng's methods. He didn't expect that the battle would be over so quickly after he left, which was why he didn't eliminate all the bandits, intentionally leaving some behind.
He didn't expect that the battle would already be over after he had only been gone for such a short time.
"This kid's strength is indeed unusual."
Huang Quan smacked his lips, thinking to himself.
However, upon seeing Lao Zhou and Wang Dehai efficiently searching the corpses, he immediately became anxious. He quickly put down Du Long and the tiger beast, who were already unconscious, and rushed onto the official road, starting to quickly search the corpses.
"This... Senior Huang..."
Seeing Huang Quan rushing over, Wang Dehai and Lao Zhou wanted to greet him, but before they could speak, they saw Huang Quan's figure darting over the corpses on the ground.
Although these people were dead, Huang Quan could still discern that the corpses of higher Realms. He wasn't interested in the Body Tempering Realm Martial Artists, so his targets were the corpses of the Forging Tendons Martial Artists.
In just a few breaths, he had already searched the corpses of three Forging Tendons Martial Artists. When he searched the fourth Forging Tendons Martial Artist's corpse, a smile appeared on his face, because he found two banknotes with a face value of one hundred taels and a bottle of pills from this Forging Tendons Martial Artist's corpse.
But soon, he realized something was wrong, because the corpse in front of him had a blackened face, one arm was missing, and there were large holes corroded in the sleeve.
"This is..."
Huang Quan frowned slightly, and in the next moment, he reacted, leaping far away. He quickly looked at the hand he had just used to touch the corpse.
He saw that a faint blackness had appeared on his fingertips at some point.
Moreover, this blackness was spreading from his fingers towards his palm and arm.
"How the f*** can there be poison on this corpse?!"
He cursed angrily. Without thinking, he immediately activated the blood and qi within his body. A thunderous sound of blood and qi surging came from his gaunt body.
Lao Zhou and Wang Dehai, who were not far away, saw Huang Quan's appearance and exchanged speechless glances. They had originally wanted to remind him to be careful of the corpses with blackened faces, but they hadn't had the chance yet.
After about the time it takes to steep a cup of tea, the thunderous surge of blood and qi finally subsided. A few drops of black liquid dripped from Huang Quan's fingertips onto the ground, and the withered leaves on the ground immediately began to smoke with white mist as they were corroded.
"Fortunately, I discovered it in time, otherwise I would have suffered a huge loss this time."
Huang Quan breathed a sigh of relief. His gaze fell on the corpses on the ground again, and he then realized that more than one corpse had died from poison.
"This appearance, could it be..."
He seemed to have thought of something, his eyes widened instantly. He immediately went to look at the severely melted and damaged corpses, and became even more certain of his guess. He didn't continue searching the corpses but went directly to the carriage.
"Lin Sheng, you've mastered the Three Corpse Soul Severing Palm!!"
Seeing Huang Quan looking at him with a look of surprise and uncertainty, Lin Sheng had no intention of hiding anything and nodded directly.
"That's right, I was lucky and managed to master it."
"Hoo..."
Seeing the other party admit it personally, Huang Quan's mouth widened.
"You look like you're not at the first level."
"Indeed, I broke through to the Forging Tendons Late Stage using this martial art."
Lin Sheng said calmly.
Since he had used it without any reservation, there was no need for him to hide it. After all, with the other party's eyesight, he figured they would be able to tell even if he didn't say anything.
"The Three Corpse Soul Severing Palm breaking through to the Forging Tendons Late Stage should be the third level... You've already cultivated to the third level?!"
Huang Quan's expression became blank, and soon, he asked again as if he couldn't believe it.
"If I remember correctly, it's only been a little over a month since I gave you this technique, and you've already cultivated it to the third level!!?"
"Is that so? I don't remember, but it should be about right."
Lin Sheng thought for a moment and didn't pay too much attention.
"I was able to cultivate this martial art because my Physique naturally has some resistance to poison, plus I was relatively lucky, which is why I managed to break through."
"Some poison resistance? Lucky??"
Huang Quan took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down, and looked at Lin Sheng with a strange expression.
In his heart, he secretly thought, if I hadn't researched this martial art, I would have actually believed you.
As the liaison for the organization's station in Tongzhi County, he had stayed in Tongzhi County for a full ten years. He had basically read through all the messy Cultivation Techniques and Secret Manuals there, and he was also very interested in unorthodox techniques like the Three Corpse Soul Severing Palm.
He had even attempted to cultivate it himself, but he immediately stopped after nearly being poisoned to death. He knew that cultivating this martial art was extremely dangerous even with his cultivation Realm, let alone for a young Martial Artist with a low Realm.
He had also thought of finding alternative ways to cultivate this martial art, but they all ended in failure without exception. Ultimately, he concluded that this martial art had no value in cultivation, which was why he advised against it when he gave Lin Sheng this technique in the first place.
He had originally thought that Lin Sheng had already suffered from the hardships of this technique and given up on cultivating it, but he didn't expect that without anyone knowing, he was already close to achieving great success.
Although he felt it was incredibly unbelievable in his heart, the facts were right in front of him, and he had no choice but to believe it.
"Could it be that this kid's Bloodline is from some kind of highly poison-resistant poisonous exotic beast?"
This thought flashed through his mind, but he quickly shook his head slightly.
"This doesn't seem right. If there was, I should have detected it with my methods by now?"
Thoughts flashed through his mind one after another, but he couldn't figure it out. Although he was quite surprised, he didn't ask any further questions.
After all, everyone has their own secrets, and prying into everything is not a good habit.
"This kid, he hides himself really well..."
Finally, Huang Quan mumbled to himself, already turning around and rushing towards the remaining unsearched corpses, quickly searching them again.
Watching Huang Quan hurriedly search for loot, Lin Sheng's eyes flickered.
"This old guy's strength is unusual, and he's probably hiding a lot."
He had also seen Huang Quan's process of being poisoned and then detoxifying himself. This seemingly shriveled old man didn't rely on any detoxification pills; he simply used his own blood and qi to force out the potent poison of his third level Realm.
This alone was something that ordinary Blood Transportation Warrior could not do.
Before long, the three of them had searched all the corpses. Although Huang Quan arrived late, 1/3 of the loot from the ground of corpses went into his hands, including those from the Forging Tendons Realm bandits.
And having done all this, Huang Quan seemed still not satisfied.
He said something to Lin Sheng, telling them to go ahead and he would catch up later, before taking the unconscious Du Long and leaving in a hurry.
As for the tiger beast's corpse, he cut off a few tiger legs and placed them on the carriage.
Following the principle of not wasting anything, Lin Sheng also went forward and incorporated the tiger beast into his body.
The grade of this tiger beast was not low; it was actually a high-grade mortal beast. Unfortunately, it was not of the elite level, and the attributes it incorporated were only four points: two points of agility and two points of strength, which were not of much use to him.
As for what the old guy Huang Quan was going to do, he knew very well. He immediately had Wang Dehai and Lao Zhou drive the carriage and continue on their way.
A thick white mist fell on Du Long's face, immediately choking him awake. Coughing, he opened his eyes and met an old face full of smiles but covered in wrinkles, like a blooming chrysanthemum.
"You..."
Du Long was startled. Without thinking, he raised his fist and smashed it over.
But in the next moment, a crisp sound of bones breaking rang out, and Du Long's raised hand fell limply.
"Alright, stop doing useless things. Cooperate a little and hand over your money, and you'll suffer less."
Huang Quan's old face remained smiling as he spoke calmly.
"You... you're dreaming!!"
Du Long came to his senses from his daze. He now recognized the old man in front of him and immediately gritted his teeth and said.
He understood that the group of brothers he had been leading for many years had been completely wiped out by the other party.
Now, the reason he was still alive was because this old man coveted his money. He absolutely would not hand it over, because he knew very well that even if he did, he would not escape death, because he usually did things this way, only today the positions were reversed.
"Good, you've got backbone. I like people like you."
Huang Quan said with a fake smile, and the brass pipe in his hand smashed down one after another.
With a few crisp sounds, Du Long's four limbs were broken.
"You want my savings? You're dreaming. Even if I die, I won't tell you..."
Du Long's face was contorted with rage. The severe pain in his hands instead stirred up his ferocity. He immediately gritted his teeth and tried to bite off his tongue to commit suicide.
But before he could bite down, all his teeth were directly smashed by the brass pipe.
"It's okay, this handsome guy has plenty of time to play with you slowly..."
Huang Quan said coldly.
He hadn't expected this bandit to have such backbone, but he didn't mind. It was just a matter of spending a little more time.
After about fifteen minutes, Du Long finally gave in.
"That's right, wouldn't it have been better to do this earlier?"
Huang Quan grabbed the half-dead Du Long and, under his guidance, rushed towards a mountain peak not far away.
He moved extremely fast, reaching the mountainside in a short time. As expected, he saw a camp. The bandit camp was already empty at this time, and the camp was a mess, clearly indicating that the bandits had looted everything valuable before leaving.
"Where's your treasure hiding place? Don't tell me your subordinates took it away."
Huang Quan said with a dark face.
"It's in the room in the middle of the camp, there's a secret room there..."
Du Long said indistinctly.
Huang Quan immediately took him towards the center of the camp.
Entering the largest room, and following Du Long's guidance, they quickly opened an underground secret chamber. It was a narrow passage only wide enough for one person.
"It's... it's... inside!"
Du Long pointed weakly into the passage, seemingly resigned to his fate, but his lowered face was filled with resentment in his eyes.
Huang Quan carried Du Long and walked inside, but he hadn't gone far when the heavy stone door of the secret chamber closed directly.
"Haha... die, go to Hell with me!!"
Du Long's voice, full of venomous laughter, rang out. A large cloud of purplish-black mist immediately appeared in the cramped passage, and crossbow mechanisms on both sides of the stone walls shot out arrows rapidly.
Seeing this scene, Huang Quan's expression didn't change much.
His figure was like a ghost, instantly destroying the crossbow mechanisms on both sides. Then he grabbed Du Long and came to the secret chamber's stone door.
His gaunt arm bulged, revealing dark green scales. His hand also turned into a claw shape. He struck out with one claw, and the heavy stone door remained motionless at first, but in the next instant, it shattered directly into dust.