I Become a Martial Arts God in the Chaotic Demon World-Chapter 99 Su Wuming, Born Unlucky

Han Zheng was quite satisfied with the prowess of the three cultivation techniques he had broken through to.

Even though the Avici Path Shura Slash easily backlashed against its user, its sheer power was undeniable.

However, after this large-scale breakthrough, the Hunger Level he had previously accumulated had dwindled to just over ten thousand points.

Opening the attributes panel, Han Zheng glanced at his current stats.

[Name: Han Zheng

Cultivation: Late Stage of Innate Transcendence Realm (Mercury Blood Silver Marrow)

Martial Arts Skills: Postnatal Realm Iron Elephant Skill (Perfect), Postnatal Realm Vajra Fist (Perfect), Postnatal Realm Blood Slaughter Saber Technique (Perfect).

Innate Realm Dragon Elephant Wisdom (Perfect), Innate Realm Vajra Demon Suppression Seal (Perfect), Innate Realm White Ape Extended Arm Fist (Perfect), Innate Realm Blood Slaughter Shura Blade (Perfect), Innate Realm Heavenly Blade Secret Transmission True Interpretation First Volume (Perfect), Innate Realm Black Blood Demon Evil Skill (Perfect), Innate Realm Wind and Thunder Technique (Perfect), Innate Realm True Martial Refinement (Perfect)

Xuan Gang Realm Ape Demon Nine Transformations·Moving Mountain (Skill Level 35%), Xuan Gang Realm Dragon Elephant Prison Suppressing Power (Skill Level 40%), Xuan Gang Realm Great Vajra Ming King Seal (37%), Xuan Gang Realm Great Black Heaven Demon Technique (Skill Level 10%), Xuan Gang Realm Avici Path Shura Slash (Skill Level 10%), Xuan Gang Realm Wind and Thunder Nine Transitions (Skill Level 10%)

Special Secret Skill: Horror Purgatory Ghost King Form (No Proficiency Requirement, Special Items Required for Breakthrough)

Current State: Loss of Pain Sensation, Abundant Vital Energy]

Closing the panel, Han Zheng rubbed his head.

The inability to feel pain was a persistent problem that prevented him from advancing to the Peak of Innate Transcendence; resolving this issue was a necessity for Han Zheng.

Otherwise, even with numerous Xuan Gang Realm skills at his disposal, he would still be unable to compete with a Xuan Gang Realm opponent in a head-on fight.

After resting for a moment and digesting the cultivation techniques he had just broken through, Han Zheng went to the Guardian Storage to look for records related to pain sensation and demons.

The records of the Demon Cleansing Bureau were extensive, comparable to how the task file would be recorded when they had recently executed their mission against the Mountain God tree demon.

At the same time, the abilities and other details of the tree demon would be included in the records for future reference when other martial artists from the Demon Cleansing Bureau encountered similar types of demons on their missions.

However, these records were not all publicly accessible.

With Han Zheng's current rank, he could only view the materials available to a Demon Sweeping Colonel.

After searching through the records for almost a day, he found no significant breakthrough.

Rubbing his eyes, Han Zheng turned and headed to the dining hall for a meal.

Today the dining hall was quite crowded, nearly full.

A large number of martial artists from the Demon Cleansing Bureau, like Han Zheng, had been called away by Xu Cunbao for a mission when he had gone to Li Family Village, and now it seemed they had all returned.

After getting his food, Han Zheng looked around and, finding no empty tables, chose a nearby seat to share with others.

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There were two or three people at other tables, but only one at this particular table, which naturally made it Han Zheng's choice.

Seated with his tray, the man across from him glanced at Han Zheng, seeming surprised, but then quickly lowered his head to continue eating.

The man opposite, a Xuanjia Guard who looked to be just over twenty, was handsome but with a thin mouth and slightly upturned eyes and brows, giving him an unyielding appearance. His skin was pallid, and he exuded a cold aura.

Seeing Han Zheng choose to sit there, the surrounding people gave him odd looks, which left Han Zheng somewhat puzzled.

Was the identity of this person opposite him special? Or did he simply have a bad temper?

However, the man did not behave abnormally, and after finishing his meal, he left quickly with his tray.

Moments later, Yang Tianqi came over with his tray, whispering, "Brother Han, you actually dare to sit with Su Wuming. Be careful these days."

Han Zheng looked surprised, "What's with this Su Wuming? Why do people look at him as if he's a flood beast?

He seems quite low-key. So sitting at the same table with him for a meal offends him? Is he that sensitive?"

Yang Tianqi quickly shook his head. "That's not what I meant. Su Wuming is not some overbearing brute like Guo Zhen, but he's got something special about him, which is why people generally steer clear of him.

Su Wuming was born into a small Martial Arts family, but his mother died in childbirth.

You should know that his mother was also a Martial Artist, though only at the Postnatal Realm, but her physique was stronger than that of an ordinary person, making the chances of her having complications during childbirth incredibly low."

His father was killed by a criminal whom the local government had asked him to apprehend when he was a child.

As a teenager, his family was attacked by demons and all were devoured, leaving only him to be taken in by the Demon Cleansing Department.

Back then, everyone just thought he had a pitiful background; however, it wasn't until he officially became a member of the Xuanjia Guard and began undertaking missions that everyone realized there was something off about him.

Su Wuming had tremendous talent, even considered a prodigy by heaven, the type that would be fiercely contested by those sects outside.

Yet, Su Wuming always faced various problems in his cultivation.

He began with a rapid and overbearing demon skill, only to harm his meridians by deviating during the opening of his postnatal meridian channels.

Even after switching to normal cultivation techniques, it still didn't work out.

Eventually, he focused on the most balanced and harmonious Taoist skills, yet incredibly, he still deviated, which was nothing short of astonishing.

When he reached the Innate Realm, trying to temper his skin and bones into copper and iron, he managed to fracture his own bones; as for tempering his Golden Muscle and Jade Veins, he nearly ruined his meridians.

With something as simple as Mercury Blood Silver Marrow, he personally experienced no issue, but when he went to collect the elixir, a newcomer gave him the wrong one, and he ended up with a poison pill.

Now that was a fine mess; he nearly poisoned himself to death and only after a long recovery did he successfully break through to the late stage of the Innate Realm.

When attempting to break through the Water and Fire Immortal Clothes, he deviated again, causing meridian chaos and almost becoming crippled.

Our cultivation breakthroughs may be tough, but every realm Su Wuming broke through was like a life-and-death struggle, each step a significant hurdle.

That was only in cultivation. When he went out on missions, every task he was assigned proved exceptionally difficult, with frequent complications.

The tree demon Mountain God we encountered last time was actually an anomaly and not common.

Yet, Su Wuming almost always encountered such anomalies on his missions, always walking the line between life and death.

Eventually, as soon as anyone heard they'd be on a mission with Su Wuming, they would even defy orders to refuse.

Now everyone is convinced that there's something wrong with Su Wuming; he's a magnet for misfortune, cursed by heaven, earth, and his parents.

Even speaking to him within the Demon Cleansing Department, you might easily choke on your water.

Chen Zhenfu of the Demon Department knew about this and had personally investigated but found nothing unusual in the end, merely suggesting that his luck might be lacking.

Since then, the Demon Cleansing Department no longer assigns Su Wuming to missions involving multiple people; he has always operated alone."

Han Zheng clicked his tongue, "It's normal to have a bit of bad luck from time to time, but to have it constantly from childhood to adulthood, it feels like Su Wuming is being targeted by the heavens.

For him to struggle through such a harsh life and still manage to cultivate to the perfect state of the Innate Transcendent Realm and even wear the Golden Pattern Armor is not an easy feat."

Just then, Han Zheng had noticed that Su Wuming was wearing the Golden Pattern Armor, belonging to the Team Leader of the Demon Cleansing Department, the same rank as Zhang Tianyang.

"Yes, Su Wuming is very strong. Among the younger generation of the Southern Mountain Demon Cleansing Department, he is recognized as one of the four strongest.

Despite such hardships, he's cultivated to this realm, it's truly no small feat.

Even Chen Zhenfu said if Su Wuming had normal luck, he would be among the top of the younger martial artists throughout the entire Great Zhou.

Also, Su Wuming is a good person; when we were on missions together, even though troubles always arose, Su Wuming was always the first to stand in the front line.

You might say if it weren't for Su Wuming's terrible fortune, we wouldn't be so desperate to avoid him."

Han Zheng nodded slightly.

Most people, facing the kind of circumstances Su Wuming did, might have fallen apart long ago.

But Su Wuming kept stubbornly cultivating against all odds, which was not easy.

Han Zheng finished his meal in a few bites, greeted Yang Tianqi, and then carried his tray to the return station, where naturally, someone would clean and sort it later.

Due to the crowd today, the trays piled high on that table. Just as Han Zheng set down his own tray, a large stack suddenly slid off, crashing down toward him.

With a move, a faint sound of wind and thunder surrounded Han Zheng, and he almost instantly dodged.

Looking at the scattered dishes and the soup and liquid spilled all over the floor, Han Zheng slightly frowned.

Could it be? So weird?