Eternal Life from the Golden Needle Technique

"Who are you?"

The tall, burly man in the distance frowned at the figure who had suddenly appeared and interrupted the fight, then spoke.

But soon,

he realized something.

His expression changed drastically. He quickly turned his head, looking all around.

The battle had already been raging for some time.

Thanks to the improved emergency management system, Han Qinhu, Han Dayong, and the others had quickly arranged for the patrol teams to evacuate.

As a result, aside from some noise and commotion on the other side of the village,

the surrounding area had already fallen quiet!

The tall, burly man’s eyes quickly scanned the surroundings. Not finding the person he was looking for, his expression turned cold, and his gaze became chilling.

He whipped his head around, his razor-sharp gaze stabbing toward Shen Changchuan as he roared:

"Why are you here? Where’s my third brother?!"

After triggering the village’s alert system,

the three of them had split up to launch their attacks.

He had ended up in the eastern part of the village, where he encountered Si Houqing of the Qi Introduction Seventh Layer. His own eldest brother had quickly come over to help him surround and kill their target, hoping to end things swiftly.

As for the other side,

although he had sensed the fluctuations of battle from his third brother’s direction,

he had only spared it a passing glance, not paying it much mind.

The aura fluctuations from that fight indicated the enemy was merely at the Qi Introduction Sixth Layer Peak.

His third brother’s strength was only average for the Qi Introduction Seventh Layer Early Stage,

but that didn’t matter.

After all, he was only facing someone at the Sixth Layer Peak.

But now,

the fighting had actually stopped?

If this person was here, then where was his third brother?

In an instant,

a terrible feeling surged in the tall, burly man’s heart.

It wasn’t just him.

Even the tall, thin man in the distance—the strongest of them at the Seventh Layer Late Stage—

had cast a sharp gaze over.

"Your third brother?"

Shen Changchuan paused for a moment.

With a wave of his hand, two halves of a corpse fell to the ground with a THUD.

The tall, burly man’s eyes widened.

He stared at the two halves of the body, at the familiar, blood-soaked face whose eyes would never close. His tall, imposing frame began to tremble uncontrollably, and the healthy red of his square face slowly drained away, replaced by a ghastly pallor.

"Why did you kill him?"

The tall man’s body shook, not from fear, but from misery as he spoke.

"Because he was trying to kill me."

Shen Changchuan’s brow furrowed slightly. He didn’t quite understand, but answered nonetheless.

"Someone tries to kill you, so you have to kill them?"

The tall man’s voice trembled slightly, unable to conceal the immense grief that poured out from his heart.

"?"

A question mark slowly materialized above Shen Changchuan’s head.

’If this is how you’re reacting, I’m pretty sure the problem isn’t with me. It’s with you, isn’t it?’

"So, if someone tries to kill me, I shouldn’t fight back? I should just stand there and let them kill me?"

Shen Changchuan almost wanted to laugh—a laugh born from pure anger.

The tall, burly man said no more.

He walked silently to the bisected corpse, took off his shirt, wrapped the body in it, and placed it in his Storage Bag.

Bare-chested, revealing a muscular and powerful torso, he stood up. With tears welling in his eyes, he looked up at the sky, willing them not to fall.

"Big Brother, Third Brother is dead!"

he roared in a low voice, his face etched with grief.

One life,

three brothers.

They had started as little street beggars, so weak that even stray dogs could bully them. The three became sworn brothers, pointing to the heavens and vowing not to be born on the same day, in the same month, of the same year, but to die on the same day, in the same month, of the same year.

Later, they were fortunate enough to receive the legacy of a deceased Cultivator.

They supported each other every step of the way,

and finally made it to where they were today.

But now,

their youngest third brother, on whom they had depended for survival, was dead!

He died here,

without even a complete corpse left behind!

True,

to outsiders, the three brothers were robbers and murderers who committed every crime imaginable.

True, they never tried to hide their evil deeds or make excuses for the mountains of blood debts they had accrued.

Whatever they set their sights on, they would stop at nothing to get it—even if it meant kidnapping and killing!

Rules, morals,

they never cared for such things!

They acted without restraint,

and in the eyes of others, they were three heinous Demons with countless enemies!

But,

while they were ruthless to outsiders,

the bond between them as brothers was stronger than anyone could imagine!

To them,

what did blood brothers matter?

What did it matter if they were father and son?

Between the three of them,

each was willing to share everything with the others—even their lives! Theirs was a friendship forged in life and death!

All three of them had a Cultivation at the Qi Introduction Seventh Layer Realm.

This was because they had always shared every opportunity and benefit they fought so hard for, even if it hindered their own Cultivation and path on the Dao!

This just went to show

how deep their bond was!

And from this, one could only imagine

the heartbreak they felt upon seeing their third brother’s corpse!

It was a pain like having one’s heart and soul torn apart, inch by inch!

"I’m going to skin him alive and rip out his tendons! I’ll obliterate his soul so that he can never be reincarnated!"

The tall man’s eyes were bloodshot as he stared death at Shen Changchuan, veins bulging on his forehead.

The fury in his eyes

was a blaze that all the waters of the world could not extinguish!

"He deserves it!"

A hoarse voice, like that of a broken bellows,

came from behind him.

At some point,

the tall, thin figure at the Qi Introduction Seventh Layer Late Stage had appeared and was now standing behind him.

His face, like dead wood, was paralyzed, incapable of any expression.

But anyone could clearly feel

the raging inferno of fury emanating from him!

"Attack!"

Following the tall man’s mournful roar,

a terrifying aura erupted from both of them in unison, kicking up a visible gale out of thin air.

Along with their volcanic rage,

the oppressive pressure of the Seventh Layer—enough to suffocate an ordinary person—swept out in all directions!

Not far away,

Shen Changchuan’s Heart Spirit focused.

He knew in his heart that a vicious battle was about to begin!

Fortunately, however,

he had already made ample preparations.

A moment ago, while the two men opposite him were overwhelmed with grief,

Shen Changchuan hadn’t launched a sneak attack, but it wasn’t because he was a man of high morals,

nor did he abide by principles like respecting the dead or not attacking an opponent in their moment of profound grief.

It was simply because he needed to seize the opportunity to restore the Magical Power in his body,

secretly prepare his Magical Artifacts,

and get ready for battle.

At the same time, he secretly communicated with Si Houqing, who was beside him, to gather as much intelligence on their opponents as possible.

It looked like he wasn’t doing anything,

but in fact, he had accomplished a great deal in that short time.

’These two won’t be as easy to deal with as their third brother!’

Shen Changchuan could sense how troublesome they were just from their auras.

His heart grew solemn.

"Shopkeeper Si, be careful!"

Shen Changchuan warned him under his breath.

At the same time,

the two men opposite him shot forward like cannonballs, rushing straight at him!