Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

Chapter 311 Beating

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In other words, Yang Silang was unaware that the two were now actually linked together by a red thread.

In fact, an invisible chain of runes had already linked their souls together.

It's just that his cultivation level is low, so he hasn't realized it yet.

Now, even Hu Jiaoniang is hesitant to act rashly.

If this cursed chain were forcibly severed, she would suffer a severe blow.

That's why she was so furious that her hands were trembling with rage.

If it were just a matter of words and physical intimacy last night, she could force herself to forget it, considering how much Yang Silang had done for her in the past.

Let's just consider it as some ignorant junior making a fuss. Anyway, at worst, we can just leave and forget about each other, never to meet again.

But once the Love-Scorching Symbiotic Curse was activated, the two were truly locked together.

Yang Silang sat in the chair, his entire body covered with a thin layer of ice.

At this moment, a surge of vital energy erupted from his body, shattering the surrounding ice.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Hu Jiaoniang at least avoided mentioning herself in all three sentences and did not mention her family.

This demon immortal is indeed always law-abiding.

Although she is a fox spirit known for her cunning, she actually lives a dignified life and values ​​rules the most.

Therefore, his improper actions last night probably made her even angrier.

"Senior..." Yang Silang stared at Hu Jiaoniang for a long time before suddenly asking.

"Was I truly unaffected by any supernatural powers or magic yesterday?"

Hu Jiaoniang's icy aura faltered, and she sneered.

"So this is your reason for making one mistake after another?"

Yang Silang stiffened his neck.

"Since Sun Wukong already wreaked havoc at the Peach Banquet, what's a few more peaches he might eat..."

He forced himself to stay upright.

What good would it do to back down in this situation?

Do you think you can get away with it by giving in? Don't even think about it.

If kneeling won't solve the problem, then we'll just have to stand up for now.

Hu Jiaoniang was so angry that her bodice swelled up.

"Very good... As expected of the good husband I personally chose, he's got real backbone..."

Her eyes lit up and an idea came to her.

Hu Jiaoniang touched the center of her brow.

A bright white light shone from between her brows, and then a white fox emerged from her forehead—it was her soul manifesting out of her body.

The fox that had just emerged from between the eyebrows was no bigger than a fingernail, and looked just like a real fox made of flesh and blood.

It floated down from the air and in just a few breaths, it had grown to the size of a normal fox, with its six and a half tails swaying gently behind it.

The six-and-a-half-tailed fox circled on the ground, and a beautiful woman in white appeared on the spot, standing there.

Its hair is piled high, its skin is fair and rosy, its eyes are bright and expressive, its nose is straight and its lips are red, and even its body curves are exactly the same as the original.

There were even shadows cast on the ground by the light.

Even with Yang Silang's sharp eyes, he couldn't see any flaws in the plan.

After all, he had measured this body inch by inch with his hands last night, and admired that stunningly beautiful face right before his eyes.

Every facial feature, body curve, and even the body odor are completely indistinguishable from the real thing.

Although it is a soul body, it is no different from a physical body.

If it weren't for the outside light shining down, making the shadows on the ground slightly faint, Yang Silang really wouldn't have been able to see the flaw.

"This is my soul body..." Hu Jiaoniang said calmly. "According to the laws of this world, regardless of the level of cultivation, the soul body only possesses half the power of the original body."

"Whether it's you or me, we are all bound by its rules."

"My martial arts cultivation level is Grandmaster of Golden Marrow."

"Half the power of his soul body is stronger than that of an average grandmaster."

"Aren't you a grandmaster?"

"Let's have a friendly spar."

"If you can survive..."

Yang Silang was overjoyed and replied.

"Is this matter simply dropped?"

Hu Jiaoniang shook her head and sneered.

"What good thoughts are you having?"

"If you don't die, you can train with me every day..."

"How could someone as weak as you be that stupid man?"

"Furthermore, this was only that fool's own decision, and there's no such thing as letting it go in my eyes."

"If you want my approval, becoming my man is simple: just beat me!"

"I'm not that stupid cat, Mo Xinlian, who'll fall for my tricks after hearing a few stories..."

She sneered inwardly; Hu Jiaoniang had dug several traps in those words.

Hu Jiaoniang's true form is a multi-tailed fox demon, but she transforms into a human with a human face.

Its main body is also several feet in size.

She is indeed a Grandmaster of Golden Marrow, but the total amount of Qi and True Qi in her body is several times that of an ordinary Grandmaster of Golden Marrow!

Just like the wooden martial saint in the palace's back garden, whose true form is a large tree, possessing a vast amount of true energy that far surpasses that of human martial saints.

There are differences between martial saints.

Even a wooden martial saint of the same realm could easily defeat multiple opponents.

Even with her soul body reduced by half, Hu Jiaoniang's true energy power was still enough to easily crush an ordinary Golden Marrow Grandmaster!

You, Yang Silang, can't resist temptation at night, can you?

simple!

I'll beat you to a pulp. You can't even move a finger, let's see how you can do evil now!

I can't control that stupid woman for now.

I can't even control you?

When Yang Silang saw that Hu Jiaoniang's originally innocent face had become full of calculation, he knew that this woman had no good intentions.

He also had several powerful demon servants in his household.

He was very familiar with both Daqing and Shenu.

The demon race has a larger physical body and a greater amount of vital energy than the human race.

Hu Jiaoniang seems to want to give herself a good beating.

"Listen carefully..." Hu Jiaoniang assumed a boxing stance, "My martial art is called the Ice Dragon Frost Heaven Fist."

"This is a technique that a martial saint of the previous dynasty comprehended after watching his friend, a great ice dragon demon, fail to transcend his tribulation and fight to the death."

"Its nature is ice, and the spirit within its fist is indomitable."

"I'm not very skilled, just so-so, but I'm good enough to spar with you."

"Don't worry..." Hu Jiaoniang smiled, "I'll know my limits."

"Your life is safe..."

Yang Silang's heart skipped a beat.

Offending a woman, especially a female demon, is truly unwise.

The truth is, the female demon fairy was also petty.

She only guaranteed her own safety, but never said she would be unharmed or in pain.

Yang Silang could only cup his hands in greeting.

Please advise...

call……

Hu Jiaoniang sat motionless in the armchair, only waving her hand.

A mirror from the well rose slowly into the air in front of her.

Hu Jiaoniang used her finger to lightly tap the air, drawing dense blood symbols on it in a graceful and flowing manner.

The mirror rose into the air, and a curtain of light enveloped the room, even covering all the furniture in the study.

Yang Silang breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness.

It seems that Hu Jiaoniang's dislike for herself is less than that for her lifelong enemy, Mo Xinlian.

after all.

She and Mo Xinlian fought without restraint, intending to destroy the house.

At least now they know to protect the study, and they know that if it gets damaged again, they won't have anywhere to sleep.

Meanwhile, in front of Hu Jiaoniang, the soul body was already sliding forward, stepping on a series of chains...

now.

Thick frost had formed on the floor tiles.

The person glides on the ice, moving forward with special leg techniques at a very high speed.

Moreover, by exerting force with his five toes, he moved forward on the ground like a swimming dragon.

It changed directions several times in an instant, truly like an ice dragon soaring through the sky.

Yang Silang saw that the situation was not good.

He had experienced Fu Liunian's Cold-Induced Five-Internal Organs Fist before. That fist technique used the true qi that penetrated and froze a person's internal organs as its trump card, but its leg techniques were nothing new.

However, Hu Jiaoniang's boxing technique was so powerful that her body could turn a hundred times as soon as she made a move.

This was still in the cramped study; if it were in an open space, the other party might really be able to swim like a dragon.

boom!

Yang Silang made a decisive move and stomped his foot heavily.

The Great Five Elements Fist - Flaming Mountain Suppressing Seal!

With this stomp, his fire-attribute true energy erupted, drawing out all the earth-attribute true energy to surge forth!

A surge of immense true energy shattered the frost beneath his feet, unleashing invisible waves that swept across the entire room…

Centered on his stomp, the surrounding ice surface was shattered and fragmented, spreading outwards like ripples in water.

I'll ruin the smooth ice under your feet, and I'll cut off one of your legs first!

Hu Jiaoniang's soul was now close to a fist's width away.

boom!

The woman threw a punch, the wind from which howled fiercely.

Yang Silang also unleashed a full-force punch.

This is a boxing match between two people, each assessing the other's strength.

Hu Jiaoniang held back some of her strength.

She wanted to teach Yang Silang a lesson, not kill him, otherwise that idiot might do something even more foolish.

Yang Silang dared not slack off and unleashed his full inner energy.

boom!

The fists are crossed.

Hu Jiaoniang's feet remained completely still.

Yang Silang was knocked backward by a punch.

It was as if an invisible rope was pulling him hard from behind, and his feet were almost off the ground, barely touching the ground with his toes.

He leaned back slightly, his knees bent, and his toes broke through the ice, making a piercing sound.

Boom!

He slammed heavily against the wall.

Fortunately, the room was protected by an array, and the light screen on that wall shone brightly, illuminating almost the entire room.

This is the formation mobilizing spiritual energy, concentrating it all on that defensive point.

it hurts……

Yang Silang felt pain in his back, waist, and arms; his whole body was groaning.

It wasn't just pain; my arm felt like it was about to crack.

What kind of damage is this?

He had also experienced Fu Liunian's Cold-Induced Five-Hidden Fist before, but compared to Hu Jiaoniang, it was like an eighty-year-old man giving a massage—it was neither painful nor itchy.

Hu Jiaoniang's punches were so fierce, they were like a mother dragon pouncing through the air!

However, before he could catch his breath, Hu Jiaoniang's next punch came hurtling down.

"Rejuvenation!"

Yang Silang immediately used his supernatural power, and a warm current rose from his dantian, nourishing his body.

"Lei Yuan casts a golden body!"

The Flying Thunder Stone leaped into the air, unleashing endless lightning bolts, its body radiating a blue-green lightning light.

Besides accelerating the cultivation of the soul and body, the Thunder Essence Forging Golden Body is also a powerful body-training technique.

When it is used, its defenses are doubled, making it as strong as steel.

If there's a drawback, it's that it consumes a lot of lightning and true energy.

However, the Thunder was provided by his aunt, and Yang Silang's True Qi was provided by Huang Yuguo. In addition, the True Qi of the Great Five Elements Wood Attribute is good at prolonged battles.

He's now forced to use most of his trump cards, otherwise he might not be able to withstand the second punch.

Yang Silang used his feet to tread on muddy stakes, nimbly turning to dodge the second punch.

On the grand master's chair.

Hu Jiaoniang looked surprised.

I thought a punch with eight-tenths of my strength would be enough to knock this kid down, but I didn't expect him to still have the strength to dodge.

"Alright, alright," she smiled, "the faster you dodge, the more punches I can land to vent my anger..."

-

night.

When the young girl Hu Jiaoniang opened her eyes, she found herself in bed.

She was holding a bottle of medicinal oil.

But a person's vital energy, blood, spirit, and soul will not change.

"Husband?" Hu Jiaoniang exclaimed in surprise, tears welling up in her eyes. "Who hurt you so badly?"