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

Chapter 108 Half the effort

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Iron spears clashed with bone spears!

hum!

It sounded like a thunderclap in everyone's ears!

Yang Silang was so shocked that he staggered back three steps, spitting out blood with each step, and finally spat out a mouthful of blood several feet away!

He held the gun with his hands loosely gripping it, but there was no gun between his hands anymore.

The iron spear was shattered into more than a dozen pieces and landed on the ground. Even with his true energy protecting him, his hands were still shattered and bleeding profusely from the impact!

Right now, everyone's eyes are fixed on the direction the bone spear is heading.

Suddenly, the bone spear's charging direction changed, and it rushed diagonally, its speed even faster than when it came, and it collided fiercely with the bone spear that was aimed at the white-faced commander.

Boom!

The two bone spears collided, sparks of intense heat flashed and then died down, and the two bone spears went their separate ways, each blasting a deep crater into the ground.

"ha……"

This was the sound of the black-faced commander and the white-faced commander exhaling simultaneously, which terrified them both.

One feared Yang Silang wouldn't be able to stop him, while the other thought he was about to die; having just passed through the gates of hell, he was terrified.

Yang Silang collapsed softly to the ground.

After using the Divine Strike technique, there will be a short period of exhaustion.

He hadn't expected the bone spear shot by the golden trout to be so powerful, still dispersing his doubled true energy. His blood and qi surged and became restless, affecting his lungs and internal organs, causing him some minor injuries.

Without using supernatural powers, to achieve the same effect with his current level of true energy, he would have to be seriously injured.

Fortunately, he coughed up the blood and felt much better.

He was injured, but not seriously; the Rejuvenation Technique was sufficient to handle it. However, he looked extremely miserable.

However, if the golden lance trout were to fire five spear shafts at him in quick succession, he could not possibly block them head-on; it would be fatal.

As expected of a great demon who can contend with a grandmaster, he is weaker than a grandmaster, but far stronger than these steel-dirty martial arts masters.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Bai Lang lay on the beach, his gaze fixed on everything within his sight.

Pei Buqi thrust with his knife, Zhuang Sheng parried with his shield, and Yang Silang swung his spear. Each of them used light parries, hard blocks, and forceful swings to forcibly change the trajectory of the four deadly bone spears.

Whoosh!

After firing his bone spears, the golden-speared trout in mid-air plummeted into the river, watching helplessly as all four of his bone spears failed to achieve their intended purpose!

Disappointed, it fell into the water, then emerged again, a look of hesitation appearing in its fierce eyes for the first time.

Four spear bones are its limit; any more and its brains will be splattered out. It will be powerless to save its partner.

"Pull it quickly!"

Yan Nanxing and his three companions had just escaped death, their bodies drenched in cold sweat, and he screamed desperately.

With the combined effort of the four men and four horses, they galloped forward several more feet!

Whoosh!

The net trapped the three-zhang-long female golden spear trout and dragged it ashore. This female demon was not yet three hundred years old and could not differentiate into spear bones.

Yan Nanxing, with the two leaders, one on each side, carried the exhausted Pei, Zhuang, and Yang on their backs and ran wildly to avoid being crushed and entangled in the net by the mad demon.

Jin Xiangyu rode on horseback, directing the direction as they galloped forward, with the other horses following. This area was a flat beach they had chosen beforehand, ensuring that no boulders would get caught in the net holes.

The four fish-like horses galloped forward at full speed for several dozen feet before collapsing almost simultaneously, foaming at the mouth. They struggled in the river for a while, but their efforts had reached their limit.

Jin Xiangyu rolled off her horse, grabbed a long spear from the saddle, and galloped backward.

At the same time, Yan Nanxing and the two commanders, having settled the three exhausted men, rushed over, took their long weapons, and together stabbed at the mother demon through the net.

Once the demon was ashore and out of the water, it only had three-tenths of its original strength. Relying solely on its physical strength, and without having evolved limbs and hooves, it was as agile in the water as it was clumsy on land.

Its narrow, long body struggled desperately, curling into a ball, then scattering into pieces. The spear bones swayed, trying to stab people, buzzing and creating a blurry image, but it couldn't pierce anything.

The four moved nimbly, dodging the bone spears, and then seized the opportunity to thrust their spears, tearing open bloody holes in the mother demon's body. Green blood flowed all over the ground, accumulating into pools of blood.

The fight lasted for several incense sticks' time.

Once Pei Buqi had recovered his breath, Zhuang Sheng and Yang Silang also came over, brandishing their swords and spears, ready to take advantage of its weakness and kill it!

The mother demon roared repeatedly.

In the river, the male demon with a large hole in its head sank and rose several times, responding with mournful cries, but unable to reach the shore. It watched helplessly as its mate's cries grew weaker and weaker, its body covered with countless bloody eyes, until finally it collapsed in the net like a lump of rotten flesh, its body occasionally twitching, exhaling more than it inhaled.

The people on the shore ignored the male demon that was lingering and spying in the river, unwilling to leave. It was a killing god in the water, and it was useless if it couldn't get ashore.

"Brother Yan!"

Bai Lang reached out and threw the Wuzhen knife over.

Yan Nanxing took the knife, stepped forward and thrust it in, as easily as cutting tofu, directly into the area below the mother demon's cheekbone, which was her heart.

The mother demon's entire body stiffened, unable to utter a sound. Suddenly, she deflated and stopped moving. Her yellow fish scales quickly turned gray, clearly indicating that she was completely dead.

The Jiangzhong Demon cried out a few times, sped around in the river several times, its huge fish eyes staring fiercely at the people on the shore, as if trying to remember their faces, before sinking into the river and disappearing!

The people on the shore looked at each other, feeling no joy or relief, only a heavy heart. After all, they had almost died several times, and had indeed lost a Steel-Dirty Commander and his imperial Yu Teng horse.

Yang Silang let out a long sigh.

Be more cautious when others organize gatherings in the future.

If it weren't for Jin Xiangyu and Yan Nanxing making the first move today, and if it were them instead, Yan Nanxing and Jin Xiangyu might not have been willing to save them, and they would likely have met with dire consequences.

Some money is so hard to come by that it's like a hot potato.

Fortunately, the reward did indeed come to fruition.

A line of text appeared in his mind.

[Slaying a 200-year-old Golden Spear Trout Mother Demon rewards 3 points of Restoration Essence. This is applicable to injured, old, or weak demons, restoring their limbs and vitality, allowing them to return to their peak condition or even advance further.]

Yang Silang stroked his chin, pondering.

Killing Gao Laodao, killing the bandit leader, and killing Hong Tatian—the system didn't offer separate rewards for these, but killing demons always comes with a reward.

It seems that fighting among oneself is ultimately no match for fighting against external enemies.

Unfortunately, these three fundamental principles are not needed for the time being.

In addition, the grid has been expanded outwards, increasing its volume by nearly half again, which is a pleasant surprise.

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A few days later.

With a ruddy complexion, Yang Silang returned to the martial arts hall carrying fine wine and fragrant meat.

Today, the White-Faced and Black-Faced Commanders are treating us to a meal to thank Yang Silang for saving their lives. These two are fourth-rank military officers and close confidants of the General.

The one with the white face is named Sun Shiwei, and the one with the black face is Ye Liuyun. The two are fellow disciples and have always been like brothers. Yang Silang saves one person as if he were saving two, let alone two people, so it can be considered a double favor.

At the dinner table, the three men toasted each other and drank happily. That's how simple the friendship between martial artists is. They had fought together, killed enemies together, and fled together in a sorry state. That's what makes them best friends.

Sun Shiwei and Ye Liuyun gifted Yang Silang many precious pills, all of them top-quality medicines for injuries. The two even asked the general to bestow upon them a three-stage golden pill.

This thing is known as an elixir of immortality for those below the Grandmaster level. It can heal even the most severe injuries by taking the pill, and it can also replenish qi and blood and restore one's original essence.

Yang Silang had no choice but to accept it.

After all, everyone saw him vomit blood in public that day. They couldn't just say he'd be fine after a night's rest, could they? It was already quite an achievement that they managed to turn down the enthusiastic Ye and Sun and find a renowned doctor.

Let's just accept the pills.

The three then shifted the topic to the subsequent handover of the golden tuna's corpse to the authorities.

After the golden trout was slaughtered that day, Yan Nanxing's followers cleaned up the mess.

First, he reported his success to the prefectural government. In Yang Silang's opinion, killing one of the two golden trout was not a complete success, but at least half a success.

Sun Shiwei laughed heartily.

"Brother Yang, you're underestimating our General's influence."

"It's not that I look down on people, but if Pei Buqi were to hand over the corpse of Jinqiangzun, the credit might be diminished."

"With Yan Youji making a move, how dare that prefect only consider it a half-hearted achievement?"

Ye Liuyun continued the conversation.

"Not only will we be credited with full merit, but we'll also be awarded a double reward on the spot. The government will allocate an additional two thousand taels of silver, which will then be distributed among the major merchant guilds to raise another two thousand taels!"

Yang Silang asked curiously, "If we don't care about the male demon in the river, why should we get double the reward?"

Ye Liuyun laughed heartily.

"That day, the demon king's spear bones were all shot out of his body. Without them, his strength has been reduced by more than half, and he won't be able to pose a threat for several years. Moreover, the North River has been calm these past few days, so that demon might have already escaped somewhere to recuperate!"

"We killed one demon, severely wounded another, and we have all the evidence—gun bones, remains, and corpses—so why can't we get a double reward?"

Yang Silang clicked his tongue in amazement upon hearing this. Indeed, the magnitude of a merit depends on a person's background.

With a larger background, minor achievements become major achievements, and major achievements become unparalleled achievements.

If the background is small, even the greatest merit becomes a great merit, then a small merit becomes a minor merit, and so on... there's no need to change it anymore, it's essentially nothing. Isn't that what you should be doing? Getting caught up in this shows you're not cut out for anything, and in doing so, you're not only without merit but also guilty.

He sighed for a moment, then forgot about it; after all, he had eaten quite a large piece of fatty meat.

Pei Buqi may have a less-than-ideal background, but that doesn't mean he's less intelligent.

Although Yan Nanxing declared in front of Jin Xiangyu that he would give her anything in return, how could Pei Buqi possibly give nothing if he was crazy?

First, a complete spear bone, over three zhang long, was taken from the head of the mother demon. It was a natural spear for charging into battle, strong and tough, with a sharp spearhead, yet lighter than steel. Naturally, it was offered to General Hei and Yan Nanxing, who had not yet shown themselves.

If it weren't for the General lending out Yu Teng's horse, Wuzhen knife, and Yan Nanxing's command and control, risking his own life, how could the masses have won?

As for why a spear bone was given to the two of them, it was because the spear bone was too long, and cutting it into two pieces would be just right.

In addition, the demon shot out four spear bones, one long and three short. The ten-foot-long one was given to Jin Xiangyu, who also produced the Thousand Spider Web; the eight-foot one was given to Yang Silang; and the six-foot and four-foot ones were given to the two commanders, Sun and Ye.

The two commanders insisted on not accepting it, so they gave it to Zhuang Sheng and Bai Lang instead. Bai Lang chose a four-foot-long one, which was similar in length to his water fork, making it convenient to use in the water. Anything too long would be difficult to maneuver.

Yang Silang was very satisfied with the eight-foot-long spear. It was suitable for foot combat, and a bit shorter for horse combat, but not too short either. Its material could completely make up for the size disadvantage.

In addition, Pei Buqi revealed to Yang Silang that once the gold and silver were distributed, since Yang Silang did not want an official position, he would definitely make up for it in this way.

What else could Yang Silang possibly be dissatisfied with?

This heist was dangerous, but the money earned was more than enough for someone at the Mercury Blood Realm, with plenty left over.

After bidding farewell to the two commanders, Yang Silang returned to the Martial Arts Hall and headed straight for the Martial Arts Pagoda. He distributed the wine and meat to the two door gods, Confucius and Mencius, and then, familiar with the place, entered the room where the Five Elements Fist Manual was located.

"Grandma Tianjing? Look what your junior has brought you!" he called out tentatively.

Slip.

The sound of saliva coming from the round stones on the roof.

Grandma Tianjing conjured up a hungry face with gleaming eyes.

"My child, you've finally come! I thought you'd forgotten about your grandma..."

"Why haven't you come to see me these past few days?"

Yang Silang scratched his head.

"Uh... I teamed up with some people and we killed a water monster!"

Is it impolite to talk about slaying demons to an old demon's face?

Grandma Tianjing, however, didn't seem to care at all.

"Water demons, they deserve to be killed. Those demons have no sense of rules whatsoever."

"By the way, what kind of demon did you kill?"

"Water spirits are not like Grandma, the stone spirit. They are treasures from head to toe. It's a pity to waste them because we don't know their value."

Yang Silang was suddenly energized.

Granny Tianjing truly lived up to her reputation as a loyal demon of the Great Shun Dynasty. Let the wild monsters die if they want; it has nothing to do with her, a demon of this lineage. She was even willing to instruct her on how to utilize demon resources.

She is truly a wonderful grandmother of Da Shun, a breath of fresh air in the demon realm.

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