Is It Wrong to Bully the Novice Village for System Rewards?

Chapter 246: When a Body Cultivator Learns Martial Arts, No One Can Stop Him

While the spectators outside assumed Qi Yuan had finally hit a wall, the man himself was just casually browsing the system shop.

Staring at the dazzling array of rare, overpowered treasures, Qi Yuan forcibly choked down the urge to go on a spending spree. He prudently filtered the selection down to the ‘Cultivation Techniques and Secret Manuals’ tab and immediately sorted by ‘Lowest Price’.

It didn’t take long to find exactly what he needed.

[Grandmaster-level Baji Quan]: A mortal martial arts technique from a low-tier plane. Price: 300 Counterattack Points.

Note: This technique has been heavily optimized by the system to scale perfectly with any level of physical constitution. Zero bottlenecks. Upon purchase, the Host will instantly attain flawless mastery without the need for manual practice.

Qi Yuan’s eyes lit up. He tapped the purchase button without a second thought.

“System, buy the Grandmaster-level Baji Quan.”

[Ding! 300 Counterattack Points deducted. Purchase successful. Please check your inventory, Host.]

A flood of martial arts stances, breathing rhythms, and combat instincts instantly downloaded directly into his brain. Simultaneously, a scalting current surged through his limbs. His bones and tendons popped and cracked, vibrating with a deep, resonant hum that sounded like rolling thunder trapped beneath his skin.

In that instant, his entire disposition shifted. Even just standing there with a relaxed, slouching posture, he felt like an immovable mountain peak—an abyssal, impregnable force of nature.

Taking a breath, he loosely opened his stance. His eyes snapped open, a sharp, electric gleam flashing through his pupils. Harmonizing his terrifying physical strength with his blood energy, he threw out a casual, exploratory punch.

BOOM!

A deafening detonation, like the ringing of a divine bell, ripped across the entire floor of the Moluo God-Slaughtering Tower. The void itself shuddered violently, groaning as if it were on the verge of shattering under the sheer kinetic force. The displaced air compressed into a violent shockwave, slamming into the defensive arrays lining the walls and sending frantic ripples across the energy barriers.

Qi Yuan pulled his fist back, staring at his knuckles in mild disbelief. A feral grin spread across his face. “Damn. So this is Grandmaster-level Baji Quan?”

His raw damage output had just skyrocketed by dozens of times!

The technique hadn’t upgraded his base stats, but it granted him absolute, flawless kinetic efficiency. If his previous fighting style was just swinging a massive stat-stick like a brainless gorilla, he now possessed the precise software to properly wield his overpowered hardware.

Sure, out in the real world of Cultivation—where people hurled fireballs and called down lightning strikes—mortal martial arts were considered pathetic parlor tricks. True power lay in divine abilities and Spiritual Energy.

But inside the Moluo God-Slaughtering Tower, where magic was silenced and flesh ruled supreme? This system-tweaked Grandmaster-level Baji Quan was an absolute game-breaker!

And it only cost him a measly 300 points! He could farm that back in two floors. What an absolute steal.

Chuckling to himself, Qi Yuan tossed the Abyssal Condensation Sword back into his inventory. He stomped his foot, splintering the floor beneath his boot, and shot toward the staircase like a fired artillery shell. His entire body radiated a peerless, unstoppable momentum.

There was an old saying back on Earth: ‘Taiji rules the world with peace, but Baji shakes the universe with force.’

Today, he was going to give these Cultivation-world hicks a little taste of terrestrial street violence.

…….

Floor 561.

A hulking, twenty-foot-tall monstrosity covered in obsidian scales materialized from the shadows. It locked its vertical, blood-red pupils onto the tiny human intruder.

“Intruder… die!”

Following its crazed roar, the tower spirit accelerated instantly. Its massive, mountain-like bulk lunged forward, intending to crush Qi Yuan into a bloody paste.

“Cute,” Qi Yuan snorted.

He exhaled a stream of white, compressed air. Twisting his waist with serpentine fluidity, he sidestepped the lethal pounce by a hairsbreadth. But instead of retreating, he stepped right into the monster’s guard. His blood energy roared like a tidal wave as he drove his elbow upward at an impossible angle, burying it directly into the creature’s heavily armored abdomen.

CRACK!

The supposedly indestructible scales instantly caved in. The colossal beast folded like a cheap lawn chair, sent hurtling through the air until it smashed brutally against the tower wall, sliding down into a crumpled heap.

Qi Yuan didn’t even give it time to blink. He closed the distance in a single step, his fist recoiling an inch before snapping forward like a fired cannonball directly into the beast’s skull.

With a sickening squelch and a brief, agonizing shriek, the Void Refinement realm entity’s head violently popped like a dropped watermelon. Its body dissolved into wisps of dark light, scattering into the void.

From the moment the monster spawned to the moment Qi Yuan relaxed his stance, barely a second had passed. It was an absolute, undisputed slaughter!

…….

Outside the tower.

Watching the flawless, brutal execution on the projection mirrors, the Demonic Cultivators below and the high-ranking Elders floating on their ink clouds were plunged into a dead, suffocating silence. Thousands of jaws practically hit the floor.

Was this guy even human anymore?!

He just two-shot a Void Refinement realm tower spirit! With his bare hands!

Anyone with half a brain recognized that spirit as a member of the ancient Black Scale Clan. They were legendary for their absurd physical defense and monstrous vitality. Even if a Void Refinement Black Scale stood perfectly still and let an ordinary Soul Formation cultivator wail on them with spells, they wouldn’t suffer a single scratch.

Yet, this magic-less maniac had literally punched its head off in less than a single breath! Wasn’t that a little too exaggerated?!

But what truly made their scalps tingle was the sheer aesthetic of his movements. On the surface, it was just a dodge, an elbow, and a punch. But when they replayed the sequence in their minds, they realized those movements contained infinite, terrifying profundity.

It was savage, yet flawlessly natural.

Every shift in weight, every micro-adjustment of his stance seemed to resonate with the Great Dao itself. It was the absolute pinnacle of martial perfection, entirely divorced from the crude, clumsy brawling of regular mortals.

Even Demonic Cultivators who had never touched mortal martial arts in their lives were mesmerized by the lethal elegance. It flowed like water but struck like thunder. Every punch was a masterpiece of violence.

If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that raw, physical hand-to-hand combat could contain such profound esoteric truths.

Amidst the eerie silence, Sect Leader Shen Honglian was the first to recover. Her phoenix eyes locked onto that invincible figure, a dangerously sultry smile touching her lips.

“What a fascinating way to kill,” she murmured to herself. “While utterly useless in a real magical duel… it unexpectedly suits my tastes.”

She leaned forward, her gaze burning with anticipation. “He’s already past the six-hundredth floor, and his momentum hasn’t slowed one bit. Just how many more surprises are you hiding, little monster?”