Cultivation Starts from Killing Pigs

Jianghu, court.

Zhang Kui steps into both.

But to be precise, he belongs to neither.

When traveling through Jianghu, he carried his sword, crashing through obstacles, ignoring the so-called Jianghu rules and social interactions, focused solely on subduing demons and eliminating monsters.

After entering the court, he secluded himself to practice alchemy, despised authority, and regarded court intrigues as mere theatrical plays.

Liu Mao'Er said he was a master with a lofty nature, playing in the mortal world, but Zhang Kui dismissed it as nonsense.

It's not the mortal world, it's actually chaotic times!

...

Yao Mountain Sword Conference.

Wang Chaoxian has practiced for two hundred years, with few children. His youngest daughter, Wang Weiling, is under thirty, lacking talent in cultivation but passionate about swordsmanship. Leveraging the Wang Family's influence, she is renowned in Jianghu.

The Yao Mountain Sword Conference, which she founded, has been held five times, providing a great opportunity for Jianghu figures to gain fame.

When Zhang Kui arrived, Yao Mountain was already in chaos, with a group of Jianghu people confronting the Astronomical Bureau.

"Junior sister!"

A young swordsman, face full of tears and seemingly insane, was blocked outside by the black-clothed Profound Guards, crying out to the scene.

There were many others like him crying out.

A row of corpses lay on the grass, covered with white cloth.

Some were indignant, some were secretly mourning, while more were confronting the Astronomical Bureau, shouting loudly.

"Why don't you let us go!"

"If monsters are causing trouble, it's your incompetence. Why take it out on us!"

"Court's dogs!"

As the situation threatened to escalate, Zhang Kui frowned, suddenly erupting with an angry roar:

"Shut up!"

The sound spread continuously. Many people covered their ears in pain, while more looked at him in disbelief.

Zhang Kui ignored them, riding Fatty Tiger into the scene. Like parting water, the crowd hurriedly backed away.

Seeing a fierce man riding a tiger approach, the martial arts community whispered among themselves. Those with insider information quickly spread the name of the National Guardian True Man.

No one dared to cause trouble anymore.

Zhang Kui was about to inquire when he saw Wang Chaoxian's hefty figure rushing over from afar. Upon landing, he frowned slightly, his face gloomy, cupped his fists, and said:

"Taoist Friend Zhang, as this happened on Wang Family land, would you allow me to handle it fully?"

Which one of the Jianghu people here is foolish?

Seeing the Wang Family ancestor act this way, they immediately knew there was more to the story. One by one, they sensibly kept their mouths shut.

Even those who suffered dared not speak out in anger.

Concerning the National Guardian True Man, it's wise to be cautious. After all, Jianghu ethics are principles to some but mere fronts to many.

Zhang Kui opened up his Tongyou Skill, his eyes slightly lighting up and observed the bodies under the white cloth.

They were all women, bodies naked, muscles blue and swollen, shriveled like dried up, faces twisted with fear like eighty-year-old starved women.

Evil skill of energy harvesting…

Zhang Kui squinted slightly, a hint of killing intent flashing by.

"What if I insist on intervening?"

Wang Chaoxian was stunned, then laughed angrily, "Taoist Friend Zhang, if you truly show no respect, even Taoist Friend Yuhua wouldn't speak to me like this…"

"Face is important."

Zhang Kui laughed coldly, a strange fire inexplicably rising within him, rudely interrupting Wang Chaoxian, smiling grimly, looking at those women's corpses.

"But if Old Zhang has a breath stuck in his chest, no face will matter, damn it!"

"Fine!"

Wang Chaoxian's eyes turned icy, his wide sleeves fluttering,

"Taoist Friend Zhang, go ahead!"

Zhang Kui snorted, not caring, went straight to the center, pinched a spell with his right hand, and used the Moon-taking Skill.

The thick residual evil energy on those women attracted exclamations, as a scene like watery moonlight appeared in broad daylight, gradually revealing images.

"Round Light Skill!"

Wang Chaoxian's pupils narrowed, speaking in a low voice.

He clearly knew such spells but didn't expect Zhang Kui, a seemingly rough fellow, could use them.

The images turned from blurry to clear.

It was a mountain gorge, with a pair of clawed hands scooping water from a stream to sip.

As Zhang Kui zoomed out the image, the figure immediately showed, revealing a naked, ghastly white form.

Clearly a human, yet sporting horns and fangs, with black and sharp nails on hands and feet, sparse hair, veins turned black under the skin, it was unknown what kind of evil skill was practiced.

Zhang Kui narrowed his eyes slightly.

He was familiar with this place; he had just passed by last night. It was the eastern mountainous area.

Was it to seek the General's Tomb?

No, it was more likely to find that demon ghost.

Perfect for wiping them out in one go!

"Fool, to the east, let's go!"

Zhang Kui paid no mind to Wang Chaoxian, riding Fatty Tiger in billowing black smoke, speeding away.

A murderous intent flashed in Wang Chaoxian's eyes as he followed closely.

Onlookers from the martial arts world had strange expressions in their eyes, some looked at the Wang family with a hint of disdain.

Though they dared not act, they had their words. The National Guardian True Man sheltering evil spirits, the Wang family's reputation might just rot from this.

A moment ago, a young swordsman suddenly knelt down in the direction Zhang Kui had left, kowtowing and loudly shouting:

"Thank you, True Man Zhang, for standing up for us!"

Other victims also knelt down one after another,

"Thank you, True Man Zhang, for standing up for us!"

The sorrowful voices kept echoing in the valley...

The disciples of the Wang family had gloomy expressions; they never expected such a thing to happen, and their minds were in turmoil.

The people from the Astronomical Bureau remained expressionless, maintaining order, intentionally or not distancing themselves from the Wang family.

The atmosphere at the scene was heavy, everyone knew that the truth was no longer important, everything depended on how the National Guardian True Man would handle it.

...

The tiger enters the forest, even more formidable.

Though Fatty Tiger couldn't achieve Avoiding Grain, its bloodline and bones continuously developed, now its speed far surpassed before, leaping across cliffs and hills, accompanied by rolling black smoke and foul winds, swift beyond compare.

The wind howled in his ears, Zhang Kui looked to the right indifferently, there a fat shadow similarly flew between the peaks.

Zhang Kui let out a sinister smile, loudly saying:

"Taoist Friend Wang, this sparsely populated area is a perfect time to strike!"

Wang Chaoxian snorted, not speaking.

Zhang Kui narrowed his eyes slightly, unsure of what this fat guy was planning, but today there would inevitably be a result.

Unknowingly, last night's desolate and shattered seated Buddha statue appeared in front of him again.

The demonic figure seen in the Moon-taking Skill, like a monkey, crouched on top of the Buddha statue, looking at the two with panic and suspicion.

Zhang Kui laughed heartily, shooting up like an eagle, with a virtual grasp of his large hand, capturing this neither human nor ghostly creature with the Qi Prohibition Skill from a distance.

Suddenly, flames burst to the right.

Wang Chaoxian's figure was suspended in mid-air, left hand forming a seal, right hand aimed, three or four fire dragon-like flames appeared out of thin air, spiraling towards him with rolling heat waves.

"Ha, I've been waiting for you!"

A fierce light flashed in Zhang Kui's eyes, a golden light shot out, aimed at Wang Chaoxian's head.

"The nerve!"

Feeling the terrifying sword qi rushing at him, Wang Chaoxian was both shocked and angry, never expecting that Zhang Kui would dare to go for the kill when he was merely trying to stop him.

However, with many years as the National Guardian True Man, Wang Chaoxian wouldn't have survived if he only had this little skill.

Suddenly, a divine statue flew out from his chest, with a blue face and fangs, three eyes and four arms, sleeves fluttering behind, expanding into a five-meter-tall phantom, raising a shield to block the flying sword.

Stststs!

The flying sword and shield phantom stalemated, sparks and airwaves splashing, the screeching sound echoed in the mountains.

"As expected, it's related to the Divine Path!"

A fierce light flashed in Zhang Kui's eyes.

He was about to make a move when a shadow sprinted from the east, with rolling malicious intent, instantly blocking in front of the demon figure on the Buddha statue.

Clang!

The flying sword's golden light retracted, circling around him.

Zhang Kui coldly eyed the newcomer.

As expected, it was the corpse demon from last night!

This corpse demon with withered white hair flying, a fierce blue-purple face, fangs exposed, wearing a tattered Taoist robe, with blood qi soaring to the sky.

Wang Chaoxian also withdrew his divine statue, seeing this corpse demon made him anxious, "Taoist Friend Zhang, we misunderstood each other, let's join forces to eliminate this demon first!"

As he spoke, the divine statue's phantom was already ablaze, pouncing straight at the corpse demon.

The corpse demon's blood qi flashed, pulling the demon next to him promptly retreating, simultaneously a dry and angry voice shouted: "Wang Chaoxian, you despicable scoundrel, I'm one thing, but you won't spare even your own son?"