Lying Low in the Martial World to Become a Saint-Chapter 139 - 104: Angling

Chen Qing grunted, his fist brazenly meeting the gigantic tail as it smashed down like a Bone Hammer!

"BOOM!!!"

The moment the two collided, a terrifying, muffled explosion erupted, and a shockwave visible to the naked eye rippled outward.

The martial attire on Chen Qing’s upper body was instantly shredded by the Qi Force, revealing his firm muscles. The muscles of his right shoulder and arm, which had taken the heavy blow, trembled violently.

The crater beneath his feet deepened another three inches, but his body stood as if rooted to the earth. He only sank slightly, having forcibly withstood a blow that could shatter mountains and crack stone.

’He blocked the Iron Armor Turtle’s deathblow with his bare hands?!’

This unbelievable scene left everyone utterly shaken!

Using the rebound force from the tail’s impact, the muscles on Chen Qing’s arms bulged, and a series of CRACKLES and POPS echoed from the bones and tendons within his body.

He violently flicked the Cold Chiyi Spear upward, which was still embedded in the turtle’s neck. Then, with a vicious swing to the side, he used the spear as a lever to haul the gigantic turtle’s head—and its entire massive body—off the ground!

Mountain Prison-Suppression Spear! Breaking Mountains and Dividing Territory!

The long spear swept horizontally, its power capable of sundering mountains!

This move no longer focused on piercing but instead unleashed unparalleled brute force and the unyielding power of the spear shaft, carrying a furious momentum that could topple the mighty and crush the weak!

RUMBLE—!!!

The Iron Armor Turtle’s enormous body was viciously slammed by Chen Qing onto the hard ground beside the irrigation channel. The earth quaked violently, and dust and smoke billowed up.

The wound on its neck was completely torn open and widened, and dark green blood gushed out like a fountain!

The Iron Armor Turtle’s four limbs convulsed violently. The ferocious light in its crimson eyes quickly dimmed and faded. Finally, with a low, unwilling cry, its massive body collapsed, its life completely extinguished.

The entire Fishery instantly fell into a dead silence.

Only the whistling of the night wind, the crackling of the burning torches, and the heavy, panicked gasps of the crowd remained.

Chen Qing slowly pulled out his Cold Chiyi Spear, its tip dripping with dark green turtle blood.

The people of the Fishery, still reeling from the shock, stared at Chen Qing with looks of utter disbelief.

"Steward Chen, your power is divine!"

Old Zhao was the first to react, his voice trembling with lingering fear and relief. "If not for you, Steward, our losses tonight would have been immense."

In the past, whenever the Iron Armor Turtle appeared, the previous steward could only drive it away; he was never able to kill it.

But today, Chen Qing had killed the Iron Armor Turtle in a single encounter, a clear testament to his strength.

Zhang Wei clutched his agonizing shoulder and arm, his face pale. "Thank you for saving my life, Steward."

He knew full well that if Chen Qing hadn’t arrived in time and taken that fatal blow, he would be dead or crippled.

Before, he had only thought Chen Qing was new to the Embracing Pill realm. Strong, yes, but limited.

’But now... how could this be an ordinary Early-stage Embracing Pill expert?’

Liu He’s hand, holding the Wind Lamp, was still trembling slightly. Her small face was ashen, but her eyes sparkled as she looked at Chen Qing.

Chen Qing shook the filthy blood from his Cold Chiyi Spear, his voice calm and steady. "Zhang Wei, how are your injuries?"

"This subordinate’s flesh, muscles, and bones are injured, but there’s no fundamental damage. A few days of rest should be enough to recover," Zhang Wei answered quickly.

"Mm."

Chen Qing nodded, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. "Tonight’s events were sudden. All of you faced danger without fear and worked together to contain the beast. Your contributions are commendable. Zhang Wei, go treat your wounds and take a Healing Elixir. You have my permission to rest for a day tomorrow."

"Thank you, Steward!" Zhang Wei responded, cupping his fist.

Chen Qing’s gaze fell on the mountain-like carcass of the Iron Armor Turtle. He said to Old Zhao, "This Iron Armor Turtle is a treasure trove. You’ll oversee its processing. The Turtle Shell, Bone Spikes, Sharp Claws, Poison Fangs, and its heart’s Essence Blood—collect and divide them all carefully. Be sure to preserve their spirituality. The turtle meat is rich in blood-qi; divide it among everyone at the Fishery. Consider it something to calm everyone’s nerves and replenish their bodies."

Old Zhao’s eyes lit up at his words, his wrinkled face blooming into a wide smile. "Rest assured, Steward! This Turtle Shell is thick and tough, a prime material for crafting Protective Armor. The Bone Spikes and Sharp Claws can be made into Hidden Weapons. And the heart’s Essence Blood is a catalyst for tempering one’s bones and tendons, and for refining certain Elixirs! As for the meat, it’s rich in blood-qi and incredibly nourishing! Leave it to this old man; I guarantee it will all be handled properly!"

"Good."

Chen Qing then looked at Li Tie, Wang Shuosheng, and Sun Xiaomiao. "You three will assist Old Zhao. Li Tie, you’re in charge of leading a team to repair and reinforce the damaged section of the irrigation channel tomorrow. Requisition the necessary materials from the Affairs Department and file a report."

"Yes!" the three of them responded in unison, their faces alight with joy.

Not only had they survived the ordeal, but they also got to share the precious meat—a rare benefit for them.

Finally, Chen Qing said to Liu He, "Prepare some hot water and clean clothes and bring them to my room."

"Yes, Steward," Liu He quickly replied before scurrying off.

With the arrangements made, Chen Qing didn’t linger. He turned and walked toward his courtyard, Cold Chiyi Spear in hand.

After the fierce battle, his clothes were tattered, and his body was stained with blood and dirt. He needed to wash up.

More importantly, although he had relied on his formidable Flesh Body to withstand the punch against the turtle’s tail, the qi and blood in the muscles and bones of his right arm had been shaken, leaving it somewhat sore and numb. He needed to circulate his energy to recover.