What Should I Do If I Can’T Die?

"This guy is a bit difficult to deal with. Not only do you have to be fast enough to dodge its tentacles, but you also have to find its true form in order to have a chance to kill it."

After Song Shi resurrected, the threat of this monster was raised to another level, temporarily considered as Innate.

He continued to rush forward and died several times in a row. After dying eight times under the hands of this water monster, he turned around and left.

After death, he would restore to his peak state, preparing to save the remaining two chances for later use.

At this point, his physique was still 28.7, his Yang Qi reached 42 points, his free attributes were 22 points, and especially, he had one chance to draw a lottery and get something extra.

The abundant Yang Qi in his body made him feel warm, and he couldn't feel the cold in the autumn wind at all.

Song Shi hurriedly opened the system and went to the lottery page.

Looking at the big wheel, Song Shi rubbed his hands and stared at the Innate Pure Yang Technique, whispering to himself, "I must draw a technique. With my current Yang Qi, I can soar directly after practicing."

He clicked on the lottery with his mind.

"Do you want to use one chance to draw a lottery?"

"Of course!"

After receiving Song Shi's confirmation, the wheel quickly started spinning, with the pointer rapidly switching between a question mark and six items.

The speed of the pointer gradually slowed down, and Song Shi held his breath. "Give me the Innate Pure Yang Technique. It's a cultivation technique. If not, the Nine Yang Divine Technique is also good!"

As he muttered, the pointer passed by the Innate Pure Yang Technique and stopped at a question mark.

"..."

Song Shi was speechless. What could this unknown thing be?

After the pointer stopped, the question mark shone brightly, and a manual popped out.

"Ding, congratulations on drawing the Carefree Hand."

"A martial art?"

Song Shi clicked on it, and the book turned into a stream of information that flowed into his mind.

He also learned about the situation of this martial art, and his expression was a bit disappointed.

The Carefree Hand was not a cultivation technique, but a skill-based martial art at the Apex Level. It combined palm techniques, finger techniques, fist techniques, and grappling techniques, and its characteristic was flexibility and versatility.

"It's still good. I was lacking this kind of fighting martial art."

Song Shi accepted this thing and muttered, "Then I can only practice the Iron Sand Palm for now. If I don't practice external techniques, I'll practice its breathing method."

He took out a scroll and walked while reading under the faint moonlight.

Only when he approached the city gate did he see some figures moving around. Song Shi ignored them and continued to browse the Iron Sand Palm under the moonlight, feeling quite content.

After walking for more than half an hour, Song Shi finally returned to the Song family. Suddenly, a series of urgent barking came.

Song Shi put away the scroll and muttered, "Who is making the dog bark in the middle of the night?"

He knocked on the door.

Bang bang.

The side door opened, and a pair of cunning eyes peeked out.

To his surprise, it was Da Congming who opened the door.

"Young master, you're back!"

Da Congming breathed a sigh of relief. Judging from the young master's vigorous aura, he wasn't a ghost and naturally hadn't died.

Wait, the young master was a weak scholar who had just been exhausted by the woman at the Inviting Moon Tower. How could he not be seen in the middle of the night and look so energetic?

"Why are you guarding the door instead of sleeping?"

Song Shi was surprised.

Da Congming cried, "Young master, you went to the creepy reed marsh. If I didn't wait for you to come back, how could I sleep?"

"You don't have to worry about my safety. Go and have someone prepare some food for me. I'm starving."

Song Shi rubbed his stomach. After resurrecting, he was at full strength, but killing the monster consumed a lot of energy, and he had walked a long way. His stomach felt empty enough to hold a cow.

"Alright!"

Song Shi was fine, and Da Congming happily ran to the kitchen to prepare a late-night snack for him.

A few minutes later, Song Shi sat at the dining table and ate heartily.

In the past, he would be full after eating two bowls, but now he didn't feel full even after eating a whole table of food.

Moreover, the food he ate seemed to be digested quickly.

"My appetite has unexpectedly increased so much."

Song Shi pondered, his physique now tens of times stronger than an ordinary person, not only in terms of strength but also in digestive capacity.

This is a bit terrifying. According to Da Congming's understanding, the division of so-called postnatal martial artists is only based on strength.

With his physical condition, excluding strength, he estimated that even an innate expert would not be much different.

"Wait, is that ability also tens of times stronger than an ordinary person's..."

Song Shi smirked, "Definitely. Last time when I slept with Miss Xue'er, it lasted for half a day. It seems that it's not only because of her techniques, but also related to my physique."

"Young... young master, are you alright?"

Da Congming couldn't help but ask.

"What could be wrong with me?"

Song Shi retorted.

"You ate quite a lot..."

Da Congming pointed at the table, where more than ten plates were empty.

"Cough, I was a bit hungry tonight."

Song Shi took a sip of soup, suppressed his desire to eat more, and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

Da Congming's face looked strange as he muttered, "With such abundant qi and blood, he shouldn't be a starving ghost..."

"Who's a starving ghost? These past few days, I received guidance from an immortal and obtained some fortuitous encounters. You'll understand in the future."

Song Shi revealed a little information. After all, Da Congming himself had some abilities, so following him, he would definitely notice some issues.

"An immortal?"

Da Congming was stunned for a moment, secretly wondering, who is the young master going to meet tonight? But that reed marsh is only inhabited by ghosts and monsters. It doesn't seem like a place where immortals would be.

Song Shi walked to the door, the barking of dogs becoming more urgent in his ears. He frowned, "Did they not find Dai Dou's body?"

"Yeah, it disappeared after falling into the water."

Da Congming replied.

"Go to sleep, teach me martial arts tomorrow."

Song Shi made arrangements. His physical condition was now very strong, surpassing that of most postnatal realm martial artists, but it had not been fully developed.

So practicing martial arts was necessary.

"Yes, young master!"

Da Congming noticed some changes in Song Shi and felt that he was like a furnace at this moment, not simple at all. This time, he didn't say anything to discourage him.

After Song Shi left, Da Congming came back to his senses, "Huh, how did the young master know that Dai Dou's body wasn't found? Not many people know about this."

"Woof woof woof!"

"Ow..."

The barking of dogs made Song Shi open his eyes. His eyes were spirited, without a trace of fatigue.

Glancing at the position of the moon, he estimated that he had only slept for a quarter of an hour, but now he felt fully energized.

"My recovery ability is also tens of times stronger, greatly reducing sleep time."

Song Shi understood the reason, sat on the bed, and listened to the sounds outside.

Barking dogs, the sound of the wind, snoring... various sounds entered his ears, making him feel a bit annoyed and restless.

"Enhanced hearing is not necessarily a good thing."

Song Shi shook his head, closed his eyes, and recalled the internal cultivation method of Iron Sand Palm.

Superior martial arts usually require both internal and external cultivation, and Iron Sand Palm is no exception. It requires a specific breathing technique to be practiced to perfection.

Song Shi didn't have any iron sand to insert, so he directly attempted to cultivate the internal method, mobilizing the qi within his body.

Perhaps because of his strong spirit, after groping for a while, he quickly grasped the key points. Threads of white qi appeared between his fingers, then gathered towards his chest, ready to be exhaled through his nostrils.

But halfway through, these white qi strands became chaotic, and his thoughts couldn't control them at all.

Then, his chest exploded, and he groaned, spitting out blood and falling to the ground.

"Oh no, I've gone astray..."

Song Shi widened his eyes and murmured, "Indeed, one cannot cultivate martial arts recklessly. It can be deadly."

After speaking, his eyes rolled back, and his pulse ceased, dying on the spot.