I Have Infinite Skill Points-Chapter 545: The Person Who Can Resurrect Infinitely
"I don’t know. It was a benefactor. He went mad somehow and started killing anyone he saw. He might, he might be a Star Martial Warrior."
"Take me there."
The monk hesitated, a fearful look on his face, but Wang Lan didn’t delay; his form flickered, and he vanished. After entering the inner courtyard, the commotion within could not escape Wang Lan’s senses.
Following the disturbance, he found five monks armed with wooden staves confronting Han Cheng. But Han Cheng seemed to feel no pain at all. After enduring two strikes, he grabbed two of the monks by the throat. In the blink of an eye, both monks’ faces turned black, and they lost their lives.
When Wang Lan arrived, he witnessed Han Cheng releasing the two monks and flashing a sinister smile at the three remaining ones. Wang Lan’s form flickered, and he instantly appeared before Han Cheng.
A glance from the corner of his eye revealed dozens of corpses piled haphazardly behind Han Cheng, and Wang Lan’s expression instantly darkened.
"Another one coming to die," Han Cheng said, his hands morphing into claws as he reached for Wang Lan’s throat.
A ray of light flickered. Wang Lan brought his hands together like a blade, and a wave of Sword Qi sliced Han Cheng’s hands clean off. As his arms fell, Han Cheng looked dazed, while the three monks beside him simultaneously showed expressions of wild joy.
"You killed all these people? You’ve got some nerve!"
"Hehehe... So it’s a Star Martial Warrior, huh? I haven’t killed a Star Martial Warrior yet..." Despite having his hands severed, Han Cheng showed no sign of fear. Instead, he seemed even more excited, as if the arms weren’t his own.
Indeed, a moment later, the severed arms reattached themselves to Han Cheng’s body. He twisted his wrists and smirked. "I have an Undying Body. I won’t die."
Wang Lan looked at the man before him with confusion. This person’s demeanor was maniacal, his actions exaggerated. Even more eerie was the lack of Star Energy Fluctuation around him, only something like a dense, twisting fog.
This fog-like substance seemed to replace Star Power, but it was definitely not Star Power.
Wang Lan’s form flickered once more, and he reappeared beside Han Cheng, slamming a palm down onto his forehead. As Wang Lan infused his thunder-sealing Star Power, his expression changed in an instant.
"No Star Power and no Star Palace. Are you not a Star Martial Warrior?"
"Who told you I had to be a Star Martial Warrior? Are Star Martial Warriors the only ones with power? This is the Undying Body granted to me by the Ancestor! Buddha, gods—all garbage, all liars! Only the Ancestor is real. He says he’ll grant me life, and I live. He promises me eternity, and I am eternal!"
As he spoke, Han Cheng thrashed wildly, attempting to break free from Wang Lan’s restraint. Since Han Cheng hadn’t awakened the talents of a Star Martial Warrior and possessed no Star Palace, Wang Lan’s thunder-sealing technique was ineffective. Yet, Han Cheng’s strength was, at most, on par with a newly awakened Star Martial Warrior, posing no real threat to Wang Lan.
Having witnessed the arm regenerate, Wang Lan sent a wave of Sword Qi slashing towards Han Cheng’s throat, intending to force him back and test whether his head was a weak spot.
Unexpectedly, Han Cheng not only didn’t dodge but actually stepped forward, thrusting his head into the path of the Sword Qi. WHOOSH! The severed head soared skyward.
Wang Lan’s expression changed slightly at the scene. This Han Cheng truly was a novice, not just an ordinary person but one entirely without combat training. Even a beginner-level martial arts enthusiast could have easily dodged that strike, yet Han Cheng showed no awareness of evasion at all.
As the head soared into the air, Wang Lan was suddenly filled with regret. I even forgot to ask about this ’Ancestor’ he mentioned!
Han Cheng’s headless body slowly fell, and his head rolled on the ground. Wang Lan approached the corpse, intending to crouch and study what Han Cheng truly was, when suddenly the body disappeared.
Wang Lan instantly became alert, extending his spiritual power to sense everything around him. Soon, the space before him twisted, and a figure appeared beside Wang Lan—an unharmed Han Cheng, laughing wildly.
"Hahaha... I have an Undying Body! I really won’t die! Boy, even if you are a powerful Star Martial Warrior, you can’t kill me... hahaha..."
Wang Lan frowned. Of course, he knew there could be no truly Undying Body. Wang Lan himself possessed regenerative abilities, could heal rapidly from injuries, and could even survive beheading.
But all these abilities came at a cost. As a top-tier Star Martial Warrior, even Wang Lan couldn’t achieve true immortality. How could someone who wasn’t even a Star Martial Warrior claim such a thing?
Wang Lan slowly extended his hand, and the Zanpakuto appeared in his grasp. The Zanpakuto was not just a blade that cut through iron like mud; it was also a divine artifact capable of striking directly at the soul.
"Kid, you’re a Star Martial Warrior. How about worshipping the Ancestor? If you can sever all ties, forsake love and passion, you can gain an Undying Body through killing. After all, Buddhism says that everyone in this world is a sinner, born to suffer and atone for the sins of past lives."
"Forsake love and passion? Sever ties? How do you sever them?"
"How else? As the Buddha said, those who leave the worldly life should see the Four Elements as empty, without family or friends, fame or fortune. You’re so young, your parents must still be alive, right? Just kill them as a token of allegiance, and I can be your referrer to obtain the Undying Body."
"Kill my parents and closest kin?" Hearing this, Wang Lan’s eyes instantly turned icy cold. "Did you kill yours?"
"Hahahahaha—"
"Fuck your mother!" With a flash of cold light, Wang Lan’s sword strike severed Han Cheng’s shoulder. As Han Cheng watched his own shoulder fall, an impatient smile touched his lips.
"I told you, I won’t die. No matter what you do to me, I won’t feel pain or suffer any harm." As he spoke, the shoulder reattached to Han Cheng’s body, looking as good as new.
Han Cheng might still be unaware of Wang Lan’s true power, but Wang Lan knew. Even the Elementalization of a Star Sea realm expert could not withstand the Zanpakuto, which not only cut the body but also attacked the soul directly. Han Cheng’s unscathed recovery clearly meant the Zanpakuto hadn’t reached his soul.
Could it be that Han Cheng has no soul?
"Since I can’t beat you and you can’t harm me, let’s just forget about it. I’ll leave first. If one day you change your mind, you’re welcome to find me. As for how to find me... I believe you’re capable of that." Han Cheng smiled, turned, and started to leave.
Flames burst forth in Wang Lan’s palm, blasting Han Cheng backward. The Samadhi True Fire instantly spread over Han Cheng’s head and then engulfed his entire body, turning him into a human torch.
The fire continued to scorch him. Soon, Han Cheng collapsed like a paper doll and burned to ashes. Strangely, even as he burned fiercely and was reduced to cinders, Han Cheng didn’t let out a single scream.
The Samadhi True Fire burned with incredible speed. Even a gargantuan Exotic Beast hundreds of meters in size could be reduced to ash within tens of seconds. In just a few seconds, Han Cheng was turned into a pile of ash.
Then, suddenly, the ashes before Wang Lan vanished. Behind him, an intact Han Cheng reappeared, his clothes without a single tear.
Could it be... a power similar to Izanagi’s? If it’s just the Undying Body, there’s no reason for his clothes to be undying too. But Han Cheng clearly doesn’t even possess Star Power, let alone the ability to use Star Martial Skills...
Wang Lan continued to scorch Han Cheng with the Red Lotus Karma Fire and the Netherworld Ghost Fire, among others, while repeatedly using the Zanpakuto for cruel dismemberment. Even someone without a sense of pain and possessing an Undying Body would be driven insane by experiencing death over and over.
Sure enough, after dying seven or eight times, Han Cheng began to grow frenzied and deranged. He started slowly edging toward the cliff, attempting to jump off and escape. And Wang Lan, every time Han Cheng reappeared, would chop him up in various brutal ways.
This spectacle was somewhat unbearable for the monks of Hanming Temple watching nearby. Even as they were immersed in grief and anger, the sight of Han Cheng being killed over and over by Wang Lan couldn’t help but bring a classic advertising slogan to their minds:
"If you’re a brother, come chop me."
And so it continued, Han Cheng being chopped again and again. He just couldn’t understand: if Wang Lan knew chopping him was futile, why continue to expend the effort?
"I’ve finally escaped!" After reviving once more, Han Cheng instantly leaped and jumped off the cliff. Next, I’ll surely fall to my death below the cliff and then successfully revive!
However, the blissful smile had barely formed on his face when Wang Lan’s figure appeared beside Han Cheng. Fear filled Han Cheng’s eyes, an unshakeable panic dilating his pupils. Wang Lan’s Zanpakuto struck again; a cheerful flash of the sword, and Han Cheng’s body instantly disintegrated in midair, turning into a shower of flesh.
The pieces of flesh rained down from the sky, and Wang Lan’s figure also vanished in an instant. Following the descent of Han Cheng’s falling remains, Wang Lan plummeted from the cliff. The reason Wang Lan had killed Han Cheng so many times was to analyze the secret of his Undying Body.
After all, an ordinary person who couldn’t die and possessed immense strength was troublesome enough; but a Star Martial Warrior with such abilities would be a game-breaking cheat.
No ability to resurrect can come without a price. Han Cheng’s Undying Body must have a very simple flaw, it’s just that I haven’t found it yet.
The chunks of Han Cheng’s flesh before him vanished. In the blink of an eye, Han Cheng reappeared, then fell straight onto the hard rocks at the foot of the mountain, splattering into pieces with a sickening thud.
"Slaying a different kind of life awards 100 experience points and 10 skill points." It had been a long time since Wang Lan had heard such a meager reward of skill points and experience points; for a moment, he was flabbergasted.
But in the next instant, a sharp light flashed in Wang Lan’s eyes. His body halted, and he drifted down from the sky like a willow catkin. After landing, he glanced at Han Cheng’s body, now smashed into a pulp. This time, even after waiting a full five minutes, Han Cheng did not revive. Killed repeatedly, revived repeatedly... yet this time, he died from his own fall and didn’t revive?
Is that the reason? No, that can’t be right. Han Cheng’s ability changes death itself, not the way he dies. Wang Lan instantly dismissed his hypothesis about Han Cheng’s abilities. But then, why did Han Cheng suddenly die from his fall this time? It was no different from before.
Could it be that the Ancestor behind Han Cheng saw he had no way to escape and simply revoked his Undying Body? If so, finding the mastermind through Han Cheng will be much harder. That entity has absolute control over its subordinates.
