Demonic Cultivation: Starting from a Horse Bandit

There are immortal cultivators in this world. Although Xu Sanyan has never seen one, he has heard of it. Besides, the words "gongfa" and "shufa" written on the panel can also confirm this from the side.

Xu Sanyan has long paid attention to everything about the immortal cultivation world, but he has no clue so far.

On the contrary, this time... it seems that there are signs.

Can someone really cultivate to perfection through ordinary gongfa at the age of eleven?

Xu Sanyan is not sure, but he is skeptical.

Tang Huanhuan buried his head in the quilt, "The Ma family may have immortal cultivation gongfa. This matter has been rumored in the early years, but it has never been confirmed. In addition, the Ma family is powerful, so it gradually died down until... Ma Tianqing appeared."

Ma Tianqing's perfection in refining essence at the age of eleven is just a gifted talent in the eyes of outsiders, but in the eyes of those who are interested, it is not that simple.

The Jin family's move is probably not only to cut the grass and root, but also has other intentions. Xu Sanyan pondered silently.

"What do you think?" Tang Huanhuan put her cold feet under Xu Sanyan's legs to keep warm.

Xu Sanyan still closed her eyes and asked instead of answering, "What about you?"

Tang Huanhuan took a deep breath. The room was filled with the smell of stinky feet, but she didn't care at all. "Maybe... this is fate's favor to the two of us?"

"You know..."

Xu Sanyan slowly opened her eyes, "Wu Jue didn't tell us about this. What does this mean?"

"Of course I know, that old guy wants to take it all for himself." Tang Huanhuan's drunken eyes suddenly became clear.

"Heh... yes, that's cultivation. Father and son may turn against each other, let alone our two adopted sons."

Xu Sanyan expressed understanding, but did not accept it.

He wants to fight, he wants to grab!

"How about we join forces and share the method of cultivation?" Tang Huanhuan raised his head and stared at Xu Sanyan's profile.

Xu Sanyan smiled slightly, turned over and pressed her under him, "Okay..."

...

In a courtyard in the center of the village, Wu Jue was lying on a rocking chair with his eyes closed in deep thought. A mature woman behind him gently massaged his shoulders, with a slightly melancholy look on her face.

After a moment, she slowly spoke, "Master, can our son's illness really be cured?"

Wu Jue sighed in his heart. He had killed countless people and committed many evil deeds in his life, but he did not suffer retribution. He did not expect that his son would suffer retribution.

His son had been weak and sick since he was a child. It was difficult for him to get up and walk, let alone practice martial arts. Over the years, he had invited countless famous doctors and even took more than one precious medicine, but there was no improvement.

He even had the idea of ​​giving birth to another son to inherit the incense and giving up his eldest son.

But no matter how hard he tried, and even if he married several concubines, he did not give birth to another child.

As for his son, he could not be counted on at all, because he was a eunuch and could not stand up.

For now, there is only one way, to cultivate immortality.

Perhaps after becoming an immortal cultivator, he could cure his son's illness. Even if he couldn't, he could live longer and try to have another son.

He could never tolerate the Wu family's incense being cut off in his generation. He was determined to become the ancestor of the Wu family, so that the family would be evergreen and worshipped by his descendants.

He knew that being a horse bandit was not a long-term solution, so he had already arranged a way out for himself. Houses, gold and silver, martial arts secrets, land, everything.

But... the Wu family seemed to be gone.

The trip to Dafeng Town would be his last chance.

No one knew that he had a son, not even Xu Sanyan and the others.

…

Liu Hong, the second in command, stood in the courtyard, watching the night slowly fall, his heart fluctuating.

He knew that he was the weakest, and his martial arts were not even as good as Xu Sanyan's. The reason why he could sit in the position of the second in command was, first, because he had joined the gang the longest, and second, because he was more active in his mind and made plans for Wu Jue.

Wu Jue did not tell him the truth about the incident in Dafeng Town. He was not present when the Jin family sent people to visit him, and no one else knew what the two said.

But Wu Jue seemed to have forgotten that his mind was always active...

...

The next morning.

Xu Sanyan patted Tang Huanhuan's butt, "Get up."

"Hmm..." Tang Huanhuan snorted lazily, slowly pulled out his arm and stretched.

Xu Sanyan got up and dressed on his own. He habitually opened the panel and took a look. His eyebrows raised and his face was full of joy.

[Qi-3]

Qi increased a little.

After increasing a little, Xu Sanyan can improve his cultivation!

According to past experience, this improvement should be able to reach the state of perfect refining and catch up with Ma Tianqing's realm.

This "Qi" came at the right time!

Xu Sanyan quickly put on his clothes and came to the wing room alone. With a thought, three points of "Qi" were consumed.

Instantly, a stream of energy grew from his lungs and quickly flowed into his limbs, and a refreshing feeling rushed straight to his head.

This energy silently repaired his hidden injuries, strengthened his bones and muscles, increased his muscle toughness, and nourished his internal organs.

After a while, Xu Sanyan stood up, clenched his fists tightly, felt the increased strength in his body, and was excited.

Glancing at the wall, he was confident that he could punch it through, but after thinking about it, he put his arm down.

Tang Huanhuan was still there.

After the refining of the essence was perfected, his strength and speed were greatly improved, his body became more resilient, and his strength was more than doubled.

Ordinary twenty or thirty men couldn't even get close to him.

When Xu Sanyan returned to the room, Xiuhe had already prepared the meal. Tang Huanhuan looked at him and narrowed his eyes, "You... seem a little different."

"What's different?" Xu Sanyan sat at the table and ate naturally.

Tang Huanhuan shook her head, "I can't tell."

Xu Sanyan smiled, "Let's eat. Only when you are full can you have the strength to do things."

After the meal, the two came to the meeting hall to gather. Almost everyone was there. More than a hundred people stood on the open space outside with one horse.

Wu Jue looked around and waved his hand, "Get on the horse!"

This time he didn't plan to leave anyone to watch the house. Everyone went. This might be his last battle.

After the success, there was no need to be a horse bandit. If it failed, there would be no chance to be a horse bandit.

More than a hundred riders rushed out of the mountain stronghold and headed straight for Dafeng Town.

An hour later.

Xu Sanyan squinted his eyes and looked at the town looming in the yellow sand in the distance. This was Dafeng Town.

At this time, the sound of horse hooves came from behind him. Xu Sanyan looked back and saw a large group of people behind them. After a closer look, it was Geng Quezi's group.

"The old man is not dead yet?" Geng Quezi rode his horse and staggered closer.

"Humph, I won't die even if you die." Wu Jue snorted coldly.

As the saying goes, people in the same industry are enemies. The two lived in the same area and fought for many years. Neither of them could do anything to the other, but the accumulated hatred was not shallow.

Geng Quezi didn't have the time to argue with him. He waved his hand behind him and said, "Go in and take a look."

"Okay."

Wu Jue also looked at Xu Sanyan and took out a golden key from his arms. "Give this thing to the gatekeeper of the Jin family and check the situation by the way."

Xu Sanyan nodded and rode towards Dafeng Town.

Slowly approaching, Xu Sanyan could see the appearance of the town clearly. The low city wall was rammed with loess. There was a team of soldiers guarding the city gate, about thirty or forty people, all holding long swords and wearing leather armor.

Xu Sanyan rode in swaggeringly, and the officers and soldiers did not care. Years of comfortable life had already worn down their vigilance. They would never have thought that there would be horse bandits who would dare to attack Dafeng Town.