Xiangzi’s Record of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 69: A Certain Death Trap

At the Li Family mining camp, Liang Hua finally showed his true colors.
But he had underestimated this towering rickshaw puller.
“Grab him—”
Before he could finish, a cloud of gray-black ore dust blasted into his eyes.
Liang Hua’s eyes stung fiercely, his vision blurring instantly.
Like needles piercing
—it was ore dust!
His heart sank as he whirled his long saber, carving a wide arc.
This slash wasn’t an attack but a defense.
The two guards were steps away; if he could hold Xiangzi off for a moment, they’d close in.
As a ninth-grade martial artist, even in this critical moment, he made the sharpest choice—
This big guy had no weapon. Even caught off guard,
what could a few punches or kicks do
?
A mere qi-and-blood martial artist—how strong could his strikes be?
Crack!
A sharp snap echoed through the silent forest, like ripe sugarcane snapped in two.
Liang Hua’s ankle shattered under Xiangzi’s sweeping low kick, twisting at a horrifying angle, blood bursting forth.
The kick was ruthless and precise, even as Liang Hua’s saber tip grazed Xiangzi’s left shoulder, nearly slicing his throat.
But Xiangzi seemed unfazed, a machine of relentless precision, his fist already swinging.
Liu Tang had taught him Wind-Chasing Kick and Thunder-Rushing Fist—moves so common among South City’s yard guards they were hardly special.
Yet in Xiangzi’s hands, they carried an unstoppable ferocity.
Who else, with the aid of the interface, could master these incomplete techniques to perfection in mere months?
And Xiangzi now wielded two pillars of qi and blood.
In raw qi and blood strength, he matched Liang Hua, a seasoned ninth-grade entry-level martial artist.
With the “rickshaw puller” mastery boosting his lower body strength, this sweeping kick could catch even Liu Tang, a ninth-grade adept, off guard.
The kick swept out like autumn wind scattering leaves, snapping the ankle of this ninth-grade martial artist.
Liang Hua’s body tilted midair, a flicker of fear crossing his sallow face.
A cannon-like fist smashed into his chest.
Amid the explosive sound of impact, Liang Hua’s piercing wail rang out.
He flew back several yards, crashing into a gnarled old tree.
Boom!
Leaves rained down like a storm.
Ambush, sweep kick, cannon fist—a seamless combo.
The same sequence that felled Ma Liu’s skinny lackey now, enhanced by five-colored ore dust, was even more vicious.
But
it wasn’t enough
.
This was a ninth-grade martial artist.
As Liang Hua was flung back, Xiangzi moved.
His thick legs stamped the ground, driven by unmatched lower body strength. Though untrained in movement techniques, he darted like a hare.
In his hand appeared a short knife—a gift from Liu Tang for his first mining route.
Now it would serve
.
The blade flashed coldly as he closed in.
The moment Liang Hua hit the tree, the knife would pierce his heart.
True to his Li Family training, even blinded and crippled, Liang Hua relied on sound to track Xiangzi’s approach.
His saber snapped up, its hasty swing lacking sharpness but venomous, aimed low at Xiangzi’s groin.
Xiangzi’s eyes narrowed, dodging sideways, his short knife unwavering.
Splurch!
Two sounds of flesh being pierced rang out simultaneously.
The long saber stabbed Xiangzi’s right chest.
The short knife plunged into Liang Hua’s heart.
Xiangzi twisted his wrist—once, twice, thrice—shredding the ninth-grade martial artist’s life.
Liang Hua’s head tilted, his eyes wide with disbelief, staring at the towering figure.
He regretted underestimating this big guy, regretted feigning carelessness to lure him.
He wanted to know how a fresh qi-and-blood martial artist could wield such monstrous qi and blood.
But there was no time left.
Xiangzi yanked out the knife.
Blood and flesh gushed from the gaping wound.
Liang Hua’s head slumped, his body sliding down the tree, collapsing on the ground.
The short knife hung low, still gripped tightly in Xiangzi’s hand.
Blood seeped from his left shoulder and right chest, staining his blue shirt with spreading crimson.
Against a seasoned martial artist, even with a sneak attack, Xiangzi paid a heavy price.
From Liang Hua’s cry of “Move” to his death, it all happened in an instant.
To the two approaching guards, they saw only a ferocious figure end Liang Hua with one kick, one fist, one knife—clean and ruthless.
The Li Family guards’ courage shattered, their eyes wide as bells, fleeing in panic.
“Damn it! He killed Master Hua!”
“Come out!
Why are you still hiding
?”
The guards stumbled back, shouting toward the hut.
Xiangzi’s eyes narrowed, his heart sinking—the worst-case scenario had arrived.
There was an ambush in the hut.
Bang!
The hut door burst open.
Several burly men rushed out, freezing at the sight of blood-soaked Xiangzi and the lifeless Liang Hua under the tree.
The leader, a flat-nosed man, reacted first, sneering. “Damn it, so many of us—
afraid of him
?”
“This bastard Xiangzi’s wounded! Don’t chicken out—Fat Master said whoever takes him down gets a hundred silver dollars!”
Fat Master
?
Xiangzi’s eyes narrowed, a cold smirk curling his lips.
So, Ma Liu Rickshaw Yard’s in league with the Li Family
?
It all made sense now.
Ma Liu dared to touch the mining route, backed not just by the deputy police chief’s son-in-law—
but the Li Family too
!
The Li Family!
What a Li Family
!
What crime did they plan to pin on Harmony Rickshaw Yard?
This was a death trap
.
Realizing escape was impossible, Xiangzi’s buried fears vanished.
He only wondered how Uncle Jie was faring.
Head lowered, gripping the knife backward, he felt a pang of regret—for deceiving Liang Hua, he’d left his short spear behind.
With it, he could’ve taken more down with him.
Blood dripped from his shirt, pooling on the ground.
Xiangzi’s voice rasped, low and cold: “
Whoever steps forward first, dies
.”
The chilling words, like a death knell, froze the charging Ma Liu guards.
They hesitated, glancing at each other, none daring to move first.
The flat-nosed man roared, “Damn it, we’re all qi-and-blood martial artists—
who’s afraid
? Follow me!”
“Don’t forget, kill this kid, and Fat Master’s reward is ours!”
As he charged, snarling, a sudden change erupted.