Chapter 239: Techniques

Ink Painting gave Thousand Jun Stick a name, then he carefully stored it in his storage bag.

In the following days, he would take it out to practice when he had free time, and he developed two simple, plain, and very practical moves:

One move is a downward smash, and one move is a horizontal swing.

He tried the downward smash, and using it was also very simple.

The horizontal swing was a bit more troublesome; he needed to first swing the Thousand Jun Stick, inject spiritual power during the swinging process, activate the array, and the iron stick would instantly increase in weight, striking out with the force of inertia.

This required both spiritual power and force, which were not easy to control.

If he hit the target, it would shake his tiger mouth area painfully.

If he didn't hit, he had to let go and throw out the Thousand Jun Stick, otherwise his arm would dislocate.

This was the helplessness of having an innately weak body and being unable to cultivate the body.

However, after practicing several times, Ink Painting became much more familiar with it, at least he wouldn't dislocate himself.

Ink Painting also gave these two moves resounding names: the downward smash was called "Momentum Like Thousand Jun," and the horizontal sweep was called "Horizontal Sweep Thousand Jun."

They sounded somewhat imposing, but they were only for emergency use. After all, he was not a body cultivator and could not rely on them for frontal combat, at most they could be used for sneak attacks.

But no matter what, it was still one more means of facing the enemy.

In his spare time, he went to Fu Shan Lou again, found Fu Lan, and asked her to help make some tofu.

He had never eaten tofu from the cultivation world before.

It wasn't particularly white, had a faint yellowish tint from the soybeans, but the soybean fragrance was very strong.

Whether stir-fried into dishes or made into sweet soybean flower, it was very delicious.

Ink Painting also sent some to his dad and mom, as well as Mister Zhuang and the siblings Bai Zi Sheng and Bai Zi Xi, for them to taste.

He just didn't send any to Kui Lao, who liked to eat crispy, crunchy things, and definitely wouldn't like tofu.

As for the inner mountain of Tong Xian City, although there were more cultivators from outside and it was a bit more dangerous, Ink Painting still had to go.

He was an array master, and spiritual ink was indispensable.

Moreover, the amount of spiritual ink he needed was probably several times more than that of a general first-grade array master.

Therefore, more demon blood was naturally better.

Anyway, he was now at the seventh layer of qi refining, and Shi Shui Step was proficient. Except for Foundation Building cultivators, ordinary qi refining cultivators could not do anything to him.

Even if they were Foundation Building cultivators, if he was alert and could discover them early, there was a high probability he could escape.

One day when he entered the mountain, Ink Painting had collected sixteen or seventeen bottles of demon blood, feeling satisfied. Then he found a shady big tree to sit under and took out some wild fruit to eat.

After a while, his divine sense slightly moved, detecting someone, and the aura was somewhat familiar. He quietly looked up and saw it was Yu Cheng Wu and several other demon hunters.

They were walking on a secluded small path, seemingly searching for something.

Ink Painting stood up and greeted them from afar.

Yu Cheng Wu then discovered Ink Painting and couldn't help but frown slightly.

At such a distance, his divine sense couldn't even perceive Ink Painting, so how could Ink Painting discover them?

Ink Painting used Shi Shui Step, lightly leaped several times from the mountaintop, then floated down in front of Yu Cheng Wu.

Yu Cheng Wu was stunned when he saw this.

What kind of body technique was this?

Before, Ink Painting had followed them for a while and didn't use much body technique, so he thought Ink Painting wasn't good at it. But he didn't expect his body technique to be proficient to this degree.

Even fiercer than some old demon hunters...

No wonder he dared to wander alone in the inner mountain.

Ink Painting sized up Yu Cheng Wu and curiously asked, "You... didn't come to hunt demons?"

They weren't wearing iron armor and vine armor, and their knives were all put away, wearing ordinary loose cultivator clothes, looking like cultivators from outside.

Yu Cheng Wu said, "We entered the mountain to catch people."

"Catch who?"

"Those several cultivators who ambushed me last time." Yu Cheng Wu's gaze flashed with cold light, and he said hatefully, "A bunch of trash, daring to sneak attack me, this old man won't let them off."

Ink Painting said doubtfully, "Do you know who they are?"

"Still don't know."

"Then can you find them?"

"They don't dare to enter the city, so they must be hiding in the mountain. As long as we search, we can definitely find them."

Ink Painting nodded.

Not finding these cultivators was a hidden danger after all. If the demon hunters were ambushed by them while hunting demons, it would be dangerous.

"Then you all go," Ink Painting waved his hand.

He didn't want to join in the fun; he still had important things to do, and it was better to save more demon blood for now.

"If I encounter them, I will release fireworks to remind you all," Ink Painting added.

Yu Cheng Wu was slightly stunned, then nodded and said, "That's also good, but you also be careful."

"Rest assured."

Ink Painting and Yu Cheng Wu separated. He wandered in the inner mountain for most of the day. When he descended the mountain in the evening, he encountered them again.

Yu Cheng Wu and several people were injured and bleeding, but the injuries didn't seem heavy.

They were holding down two cultivators. These two cultivators were all wearing black clothes, their hands and feet were locked by iron chains, and their bodies were covered in scars. One had a broken arm, and one had a lame leg.

Obviously, they were caught after a fierce battle and then heavily beaten again.

Both of them looked tired, but their eyes hid resentment.

Ink Painting looked at their faces and thought for a moment. Indeed, they were two of the seven cultivators who had ambushed them that day.

"You actually caught them?" Ink Painting was somewhat surprised.

"That is natural, we are demon hunters, no one is more familiar with Da Hei Mountain than us."

Yu Cheng Wu kicked the two of them, "These two trash, they thought they were well hidden, but they ate, drank, and slept outside in the mountain, and also killed and robbed, exposing so many traces. How could we possibly not find them?"

"Only these two?"

"The others probably went out to rob, only leaving these two to guard the camp."

"Do you want to kill them?" Ink Painting asked curiously.

Yu Cheng Wu was slightly stunned and said, "Not yet. We'll press them back first, beat them several more times, and see if we can get some information. As for their camp, we've already alerted the snake by beating the grass, so we probably can't catch the other several cultivators."

Ink Painting nodded, then he used his divine sense to scan the two black-clothed cultivators and frowned slightly.

These two black-clothed cultivators looked miserable, but their spiritual power was still quite abundant. This was not good, it would be risky.

"Break their legs first," Ink Painting kindly suggested again.

Yu Cheng Wu was slightly stunned.

"Their spiritual power is very abundant," Ink Painting said.

Abundant spiritual power is a hidden danger.

Yu Cheng Wu thought for a moment, nodded, and said to the other several demon hunters, "Break their legs."

Just as several demon hunters were about to move, Ink Painting shouted "Wait" again.

He pondered for a moment and said, "It's better to break their arms. If we break their legs, they can't walk, and we'll have to spend effort to carry them."

Break their arms, and even if they have spiritual power, they won't be able to act for a short time.

Yu Cheng Wu nodded. Several demon hunters didn't say anything and directly took action, twisting off the arms of the two black-clothed cultivators.

The two black-clothed cultivators screamed, their expressions furious, and their gazes resentfully looked at Ink Painting.

Ink Painting's small eyebrows raised, "Still dare to glare at me?"

Several demon hunters heard this and each kicked the two people, kicking them until they gritted their teeth and endured the pain, their gazes becoming even more resentful.

Ink Painting sighed and said to Yu Cheng Wu:

"How about we blind their eyes too? They keep glaring at me."

When the two black-clothed cultivators heard this, cold sweat instantly poured down, and they both lowered their gazes, not daring to look at Ink Painting again.

Yu Cheng Wu was somewhat helpless.

This child is really good when he's kind, and really bad when he's not.

He can come up with all sorts of sneaky bad ideas.

But he felt this was good.

One cannot be merciful to bad people, otherwise, they will be the ones who are unlucky.

These two black-clothed cultivators killed and robbed, and their hands were stained with who knows how many lives. Even killing them now would be letting them off lightly.