My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely! Chapter 992 - 731-A Turbulent Storm Appears! !

The Daliang Kingdom had seen six emperors ascend the throne, and it was currently the twenty-fifth year of Emperor Xuande's reign.

Whispers suggested that during the height of the conflict between Emperor Taizu and the remnants of the previous dynasty, a celestial fire rained down, eradicating the opposing forces within a single night.

Now, the strength of Daliang continued to grow, year by year.

The current Emperor Xuande maintained a just rule and established the Xuanwu Guards, a force tasked with overseeing the martial artists across the realm.

In Yangzhou, within Zhang County, there was the city of Liancang.

A biting northern wind carried snowflakes, stinging the faces of hurried passersby.

A few soldiers, clad in padded jackets, idly leaned against the city gates, their voices rough as they addressed those entering.

“Curfew approaches. Those with coin may secure lodging at an inn; the rest,” they gestured dismissively, “you must find your way over there.”

The majority entering through the east gate were impoverished families, their pockets too light to spare much. After collecting the meager entrance fees, a few listless men shooed them onward, much like one might swat away flies.

Beyond the east gate, as the soldiers had indicated, lay the segregated district for the poor.

Su Mo, draped in a tattered, long coat, his face a mask of soot and wrinkles, presented the image of a destitute elder nearing his end.

The soldiers, casting a cursory glance, naturally mistook him for a refugee from the county and directed him toward the so-called slums.

It was now deep winter, and none could fathom that it had been over three months since his arrival in this new world.

After a brief examination of the notices affixed to the city gate, Su Mo proceeded inward, unfazed by the swirling snow.

As Su Mo’s form vanished into the wind and snow, a piece of white paper adhered to the city gate, caught by the frigid gusts, detached and fluttered to the ground.

The lead soldier cursed his bad luck, spitting upon the fallen parchment and smudging it further.

He then retrieved the crumpled paper, reattached it with the prominent characters facing outwards, and returned to his post with his men.

“Sir,” a timid man with a plain, honest face inquired, “could that possibly be a wanted fugitive? The person who just went in bears a striking resemblance.”

“Hmph, hmph, hmph,” the commander scoffed, “which of these ruffians isn't a notorious outlaw? Take the demon-slayer Su Mo for example. It’s said that every soul this devil dispatched had their meridians shattered and their very hearts pulverized. The scenes were horrific.”

“Initially offered a reward of thirty taels of silver, this individual has been relentlessly pursued by the authorities, perpetrating crimes far and wide. Now, he is a demon commanding a bounty of five hundred taels of silver, possessing the cultivation strength of peak Ming Jin. How could such a malevolent being blend in with you downtrodden folk and enter the city?”

As he spoke, the commander noticed a gathering crowd, drawn by his tale. With a dismissive wave, he ordered his subordinates to disperse them with kicks and blows, sending the onlookers scattering in panic.

Unaware of the conversation unfolding behind him, Su Mo hurried into the city. After satisfying his hunger at an inn, he requested a room for the night.

The most perilous locations often offered the greatest safety.

Su Mo, a man who perpetually danced on the edge of danger, had evaded capture not solely due to his peak Ming Jin cultivation, but also owing to his sheer audacity.

The inn where he lodged that day stood a mere two hundred paces from the government office; from his window, one could observe officials entering and exiting the yamen.

It was beyond the wildest imagination of these authorities that such a notorious fugitive would be residing virtually under their noses.

Name: Su Mo

Age: 68

Cultivation: Peak Ming Jin (Qi and blood in decline)

[Technique: Level 1 Vajra Palm, Level 1 Verdant Glider, Level 1 Vajra Force]

With his Profound Insight ability activated, Su Mo nodded, content.

Upon his initial transmigration to this world, he had discovered that while it lacked immortal cultivators, its martial arts had advanced far beyond that of his previous world.

Rumors even spoke of martial artists at the pinnacle of the Transcendent State who had nearly shattered the void to ascend.

Despite an 800-year temporal disparity, he never forgot the imminent peril facing the world where his true self resided.

Should he fail to make significant progress within a year, his return would mean certain death.

The world presented a different language, but fortunately, his Insight ability allowed him to grasp the meaning of the words. In this less culturally developed world, the language itself wasn't overly complex.

Within a mere month, engaging in basic communication ceased to be a challenge.

For the subsequent two months, he visited several prominent martial arts centers across different locations, hoping to acquire martial arts techniques through soliciting guidance.

Apart from his physical body cultivation reaching the zenith of Bright Jin, his martial arts techniques from his previous life were remarkably lackluster. It was no wonder Profound Insight had overlooked him.

Regrettably, no martial arts academy was willing to accept a 68-year-old man as a disciple and impart their martial arts.

With no other recourse, Su Mo decided to disregard the chivalrous code of the martial world and resort to nighttime raids to pilfer cultivation techniques.

In this world, time was a rapidly diminishing resource. Given Su Mo's proficiency and formidable strength, he could employ indirect methods to achieve his aims and secure the secret manuals.

For instance, he could easily subdue the martial artist who had inherited the Vajra Palm technique. Furthermore, with the two hall masters under his command, there were at least hundreds of avenues to extract the secret manuals through coercion.

"However, I find myself unwilling to resort to such measures..." Su Mo inwardly sighed.

Time was of the essence, and procrastination would inevitably lead to peril. As a veteran of the martial arts world, he understood the necessity of making difficult choices.

His martial arts were advancing. The current him possessed the ability to completely overwhelm his past self at his peak. Nevertheless, the most pressing concern at this moment was how to extricate himself from an imminent life-or-death predicament.

The night passed in silence. The following morning, after once again smearing coal dust onto his face, Su Mo scaled the rear wall of the inn and disappeared into the night.