Kill Me More Times, I’ll Become Invincible

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Before the Golden Palace.

Hai Wuya stood facing Emperor Yonghe.

One person is the ruler, the other person is the subject.

However, the atmosphere between the ruler and the subject at this moment was not harmonious, the air felt as cold and hard as iron, making it difficult to breathe.

The cultivator from the Great Dao Sect, Dao Ke, stood outside the Golden Luang Palace, watching the scene with great interest.

He found the interactions between the ruler and his officials entertaining, like a play.

"Hai Wuya," finally said Emperor Yonghe.

"Someone has accused you of joining the rebel Wuji Association long ago, is there any truth to this?"

The Flying Fish Guard were the emperor’s spies, not only gathering information but also skilled in interrogation and torture.

"Lord Hai, don’t hope for luck, the Great Dao Sect immortal used magic to uncover this matter," cautioned Flying Fish Guard Chu Xing.

"Lord Hai, speak truthfully, you are getting old, it won’t look good if blood is spilled in the Golden Luang Palace."

This statement carried both a warning and a reminder.

Anyone who has read about Hai Wuya’s life knows he studied in a heavenly prison for thirty years, will understand that he is a fearless person, and it is very difficult to make him confess through physical torture.

Chu Xing doubted that with Hai Wuya’s strong mind, if he had dedicated himself to martial arts from a young age, breaking through the third rank of spiritual refining should have been easy for him.

So Chu Xing purposely hinted that there were immortal cultivators behind the scenes.

The methods of immortal cultivators are more sophisticated than those of the Flying Fish Guard.

Even though Hai Wuya’s mouth is sealed, he can still kill and search for memories forcibly.

Resistance is futile; resisting will only make the outcome worse and bring more pain. Why bother?

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"Not bad," Dao Ke chimed in.

"Immortal cultivators have extraordinary soul-searching techniques. Strong men can withstand normal torture, but how can they resist immortal techniques? Even if you die, I can still capture your soul and learn the truth from your residual soul."

"For example, about your creation of the ‘Xumi Mountain King Sutra’."

This saying is actually half true and half false.

Although soul searching is powerful, it puts a heavy burden on mortal souls. Therefore, generally speaking, when there is not enough time to read all of a mortal’s memories, the mortal’s soul would have already scattered.

If this person has a strong mind and willpower, the effectiveness of soul searching will be somewhat discounted.

As for capturing the soul after death, it is not always successful.

So, if Dao Ke is directly used with soul searching, Hai Wuya will definitely scatter, but how much information can be obtained is unknown.

The most effective method is to break through this person’s psychological defenses before death, make his mind vulnerable, completely weaken his willpower, and then use soul searching to explore the memories of mortals to the fullest extent.

So, when Dao Ke says this, it’s actually a form of intimidation, slightly exaggerated, targeting ordinary people who don’t understand immortal practices.

After Hai Wuya heard this, his face remained calm, but his gaze shifted between Emperor Yonghe and Dao Ke for a moment before he spoke loudly:

"Your Majesty."

"No need to force a confession. I will speak the truth willingly."

Since he entered the palace with the Flying Fish Guard, he never expected to leave the palace alive.

"Many decades ago, after the Martial Saint left the court, I became a member of the Wuji Association," Hai Wuya said frankly:

"However, shortly after that, I was imprisoned in the heavenly prison for speaking out against the former emperor, spending a total of thirty years there, isolated from the outside world and the limited knowledge of the Wuji Association."

"In reality, I had limited contact with the Wuji Association during those thirty years. It was only after my release that I learned about their activities outside."

"I initially thought our paths diverged and planned to distance myself from the Wuji Association… but I am running out of time."

"Cooperating with the Wuji Association is the fastest way to spread the ‘Xumi Mountain King Sutra.’"

Back at the medical clinic on the outskirts of the Imperial Capital, Hai Wuya received a new version of the ‘Xumi Mountain King Sutra’ from Qiao Mu. Aware that the previous levels of the practice were flawless and with little time left, he made the decision to disseminate the teachings.

"Really? I don’t believe it," Dao Ke chuckled:

"Every statement is an excuse. You joined the Wuji Association early on and were among its first members. You also have a close relationship with Martial Saint in the government field."

"Even though you are a senior figure in the Wuji Association, you claim to barely be involved in its affairs now. Do you want to distance yourself completely?"

The Great Dao Sect has received some of the information from Hai Wuya, but the full picture is still unclear.

Based on Hai Wuya’s background, it is assumed he may be part of the leadership of the Wuji Association, but the true situation is not yet clear.

"Are there any high-ranking rebels living in the heavenly prison?" Hai Wuya just shook his head.

If he is indeed a high-ranking member, how can he give orders while being in the heavenly prison?

Even the insightful Martial Saint couldn’t have known thirty years ago that Hai Wuya could write the "Xumi Mountain King Sutra," so recruiting Hai Wuya was just a move in the game.

Emperor Yonghe didn’t expect Hai Wuya to admit so easily. After a moment of shock, he finally became angry, his voice trembling:

"I thought you were a rare honest court official… Why did you choose to join the rebels and stand with Martial Saint? Don’t you know that Martial Saint has long been involved in bloodshed, and the Wuji Association has brought chaos to Jiu Province?"

"Your Majesty," Hai Wuya said solemnly:

"What I just said was not an attempt to escape punishment, and it’s not possible to do so anyway, I just wanted to say…"

"I have never sided with the Martial Saint or the Wuji Association, but I am also not siding with the Great Yan Royal Family."

In the early stages of the Inhuman War, he also generously offered advice, and like Wang Shanhe and other courtiers at the time, he remonstrated one after another, but ended up sitting alone in a heavenly prison for thirty years.

In these thirty years, he felt very sad and confused, but eventually he began to understand his love for martial arts.

Yes, his love for martial arts.

When he was young, he practiced martial arts, but deep down he just wanted to be a good person and help others.

As he spent time in the heavenly prison, his martial arts skills began to decline with age, but at this time he started to discover his true feelings.

Hai Wuya looked up.

At the end of his life, he no longer followed the rules of being respectful to the emperor, and for the first time, he looked Emperor Yonghe directly in the eyes and said firmly:

"Immortals see the people as worthless, while kings see the people as livestock."

"Therefore, I just want to stand on the side of the people of Jiu Province."

Hai Wuya’s martial arts are all about humanity.

Whether it’s the "Xumi Mountain King Sutra" or his dream of the "Human Path Sutra," they are not extraordinary skills only meant for those with exceptional talents.

Drop by drop wears away stone, accumulating soil forms mountains, even ordinary martial artists as small as specks of dust, without outstanding talent and understanding, can also, through gradual effort and accumulation, eventually become towering mountains.

This is a martial arts technique created for the people of the world.

His voice echoed in the Golden Palace like a sudden clap of thunder in spring.

Flying Fish Guard Chu Xing quietly lowered his head, focusing on his breath and inner thoughts.

Emperor Yonghe’s body began to tremble slightly.

He was angered by this elderly minister who had reached old age.

"Are you treating me as inhuman…You see me as an enemy of the people of the world? Absurd, don’t I want the country to be rich and the people to live a good life in Jiu Province?"

Emperor Yonghe pointed at Hai Wuya, almost poking him in the nose.

Hai Wuya said, "The ruler sees the people as worthless, and the people see the ruler as an enemy."

"You…" Emperor Yonghe fell silent and finally just waved his hand.

The friendship between monarch and minister over the years had dissipated, and the current Hai Wuya naturally acknowledged his status, no longer as a senior official of Great Yan, but as a member of the rebellious Wuji Association.

Since he is a rebel, why protect him?

"This man, let the Immortal Gate deal with him." Emperor Yonghe’s expression turned cold as he said calmly:

"I will announce to the world, exposing the name of the rebel Wuji Association member, Hai Wuya."

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