Eternal Life: Talent Grows with Age-Chapter 174 - 129: An Outlier in the Martial Dao! (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!)

Chapter 174: Chapter 129: An Outlier in the Martial Dao! (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!)

If the crossbows can’t kill him, then all we can do is gather together and fight with everything we’ve got.

Spread out as we are, we can control the crossbow arrows, but it’s also easy for Immortal Meng to pick us off one by one.

After all, Immortal Meng is well aware of the threat the arrows pose to him; that’s why destroying the crossbows has become his top priority.

Even now, he’s not losing his caution entirely.

Soon, the remaining True Qi Realm martial artists, guided by the white pigeons in the sky, converged on Lu Chang’sheng’s courtyard.

"Scholar Lu!"

Seeing Lu Chang’sheng, everyone felt a shred of backbone, though anxiety still gripped their hearts.

They had come looking for Lu Chang’sheng, hoping that the power of an Innate Martial Artist could help them break out.

When the battle broke out, Lu Chang’sheng would be the main force, sure to draw most of the enemy’s focus; at that moment, it would be their best chance to escape.

However, as soon as Lu Chang’sheng spoke, he shattered their hope completely.

"Do you all really think that just escaping from here is the end of your troubles?"

"Immortals have all sorts of ways to find people over great distances. Unless you’re an immortal too, there’s no way to block that kind of tracking."

Lu Chang’sheng, drawing on his own strength and his experience reading novels in his previous life, spun a lie so seamless it couldn’t be unraveled.

Now, as the tall one, he had no choice but to confront Immortal Meng head-on, so whatever happened, he was determined to drag all these people into the fight with him.

Trying to get a free ride off Lu Chang’sheng? Not a chance.

Unbeknownst to him, his lie overlapped with the truth—Immortal Meng really did possess such abilities.

At his words, all the True Qi Realm experts blanched, regret stabbing their hearts. They shouldn’t have come to Black Mountain Prefecture; if Meng had never seen them, he wouldn’t have locked onto them.

Now, they could only fight for their lives.

Meng Ping arrived in a flash. As soon as Lu Chang’sheng finished speaking, a figure over two meters tall leapt from the left side of the courtyard, hefting a bed crossbow in his hands.

Lu Chang’sheng had already heard from others that Meng Ping could transform himself into a warrior, shifting from a lanky, immortal-bodied cultivator to a towering giant—now he saw it for himself!

His eyes were icy, regarding them as nothing more than corpses. Thick arms, veins bulging, he effortlessly hurled the near thousand-pound bed crossbow at them, sending a bone-chilling howl of wind.

The crowd scattered in all directions, but Meng Ping’s strength was shocking; the massive bed crossbow slammed down instantly, crushing several True Qi Realm martial artists who hadn’t dodged in time, burying them in the ground.

"Today, all you traitors defying your betters will die!"

Driven by murderous rage, he charged forward like a tiger among sheep, swatting a martial artist away before the man could react.

Blood splattered—the man was dead before he even hit the ground.

By now, everyone knew desperation was the only option. Several martial artists traded looks, then abruptly pulled iron balls from behind their backs and hurled them to Meng Ping’s flanks and overhead.

In the next instant, a fishing net spread open as it flew after the iron balls.

This was a military trapping device—even top-tier True Qi Realm experts caught in this specially-made net would struggle to break free quickly.

So, as long as the gap wasn’t overwhelming, there were plenty of ways to take someone down together.

Back when they learned Lu Chang’sheng was an Innate Martial Artist, Zhou Dingyuan even dared to threaten him, because of all these martialist-slaying weapons the army had. Used properly, they could theoretically kill an Innate Martial Artist.

But there’s a difference between ordinary Innates and those who can split the rain with their qi.

Even so, he wasn’t afraid of Lu Chang’sheng, but he knew that trying to gang up on him was much harder than he’d guessed, and ran the risk of deadly backlash—so, he’d abandoned the idea of forcing it.

The iron balls weren’t aimed directly at him, so by the time Meng Ping reacted, it was too late.

The massive net covered more than half the courtyard, ensnaring seven or eight True Qi Realm martial artists along with Meng Ping himself.

"Roll!"

A True Qi Realm martial artist with a military background shouted.

They had discussed this plan beforehand, so the entrapped seven or eight True Qi Realm martial artists immediately grabbed the net, darting around Meng Ping at the center, hoping to wrap him up and keep him from exerting his strength.

Unfortunately, they quickly realized something terrifying.

They couldn’t even budge him. Seven or eight True Qi Realm warriors were weightless in Meng Ping’s grip; he dragged them all back just by holding the net.

At this rate, facing Meng Ping meant instant death.

Seeing this, everyone shuddered. Looking at Meng Ping—netted, sneering, covered with arrow wounds, hair disheveled, like a demon or a god—their hearts clenched and fear rose. They wanted to run.

Could they really deal with someone like this?

Suddenly, a thunderous roar jolted everyone awake.

"Kill!"

Lu Chang’sheng charged in, spear raised.

"Heh!"

Meng Ping finally looked at Lu Chang’sheng. Seeing Lu snap the group out of their terror, he grew enraged, as if his toy had been ruined.

"So an Innate Martial Artist really thinks he’s something?"

He glared ahead, cheeks bulging, then spat a shaft of white air like a razor-sharp arrow.

But soon, he lost face.

Lu Chang’sheng, halfway across the yard, suddenly bulked up, landing with a force like a ringing bell. His spear smashed mercilessly into the band of white air.

Vroom—

A sharp metallic screech rang out, like steel grinding on steel.

But within moments, the white air collapsed, shattered by the spear.

"Elephant Armor Skill!"

Meng Ping took the spear blow head-on, his body retreating several steps, dragging with him more than twenty True Qi Realm martial artists gripping the net, as well as Innate Martial Artist Xu Zhuqing and others.

Such terrifying strength shocked everyone.

At the same time, the fact that Lu Chang’sheng hurt Meng Ping left all stunned.

A spark of hope was lit in their hearts.

Maybe... Maybe they really could kill an immortal?

"The difference... it’s really this huge!"

Lu Chang’sheng himself was shaken inside. If not for the others holding Meng Ping back, he wouldn’t have been able to manage this hit.

It was true—no matter when, unity with all who can be united is the only righteous path.

He reached to his waist.

"No. This man is too dangerous. We can’t keep going like this."

Meng Ping felt a prickling dread—his whole body felt exposed and threatened. Up to now, seated like a fisherman on the dock, even with countless arrow wounds, he’d never thought he could lose.

But after Lu Chang’sheng erupted, everything felt different.

"He actually managed to enter the Elephant Armor Skill in such a short time!"

Meng Ping was astounded. The whole reason he brought out these techniques is because they’re so hard to master!

Without solid groundwork, even those so-called top-tier Spirit Root prodigies can’t enter the Root Source Technique in a single month.

From what he knew, the most talented Immortal Root in Celestial South spent days to enter the Root Source Technique of the Immortal Sect—it caused quite a stir at the time. But that was a pure Immortal Root, steeped in martial traditions from youth, with a strong foundation.

So that’s how he managed it.

Without deep foundations, even top-tier Spirit Roots are limited.

How could someone from the Mayfly World like Lu Chang’sheng manage this?

He didn’t realize that Lu Chang’sheng had trained in many arts, his foundation far deeper than most. Plus, using the Five Elements Divine Skill as a base to deduce the Root Source Technique allowed him to master it at lightning speed.

His Root Bone talent truly set him apart from the rest.

Even Li Nangua, with his Spirit Root, couldn’t match Lu Chang’sheng’s level of martial arts comprehension at 5 points Root Bone talent.

Not even Lu Chang’sheng himself knew his Root Bone talent was a full-spectrum boost.

Of course, until it breaks through 10 points, he’s limited to Martial Dao; above that, he’s more gifted than any equally talented genius.

In the future, on the Immortal Dao, the same will be true!

That’s why he can master one martial technique after another in record time.

As long as it’s at the Martial Dao level, his cultivation speed matches, or even surpasses, those with top-tier Spirit Roots.

Meng Ping’s plan had been flawless—only, he could never have foreseen the anomaly of Lu Chang’sheng.