nyslfriends Chapter 49 Bloodbath in the Mountains
Chapter 49 Bloodbath in the Mountains
The royal armory was filled with the menacing presence of weapons.
Wang Dao sat cross-legged on the cold ground, completely unconcerned about his image. Opposite him, Wu Kuangren was tilting his head back and gulping down a mouthful of strong liquor. The spicy liquid dripped down his white beard, which he wiped away casually, his eyes gleaming.
"Your background is indeed a bit troublesome." Wu Kuangren smacked his lips, slammed his wine gourd heavily on the ground, and said in an extremely domineering tone, "But, kid, don't worry."
"Now that you are my disciple, the Martial Madman, even if the Heavenly King himself were here, he would have to ask this sword in my hand for permission before he could harm you!"
Looking at the old man in front of him, who was usually a bit crazy but was now fiercely protective of his own, Wang Dao felt a warm current flow through his heart.
But he knew very well that no matter what the truth was back then, he was too weak at this moment and didn't even have the right to explore the truth.
He took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the pounding in his heart.
"Alright, stop looking so bitter and resentful." Wu Kuangren glanced at him, then suddenly changed the subject, a strange glint flashing in his eyes. "My dear disciple, what do you think of that princess?"
Wang Dao was engrossed in the mystery of his origins and did not notice the strange look in his master's eyes. He simply smiled and said frankly:
"The princess treats me very well."
"If it weren't for her taking good care of me during this time at the Prince's residence, I probably wouldn't have had such a good life."
The Martial Madman took another swig of wine, tilted his head, and stared at Wang Dao with his seemingly drunk but actually sober eyes, saying mockingly:
"That's it? Don't you think... that girl is unbelievably beautiful?"
Wang Dao was taken aback upon hearing this, then his expression turned extremely strange. He looked his master up and down, and instinctively shrank back.
"Old man, you...you wouldn't happen to have some improper thoughts about the princess, would you? You're so old; if this gets out, you'll ruin your reputation!"
"Get lost!" The Martial Madman nearly choked on his drink, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "You little rascal, you're really judging others by your own petty standards!"
Wang Dao pursed his lips and said seriously, "Then what do you mean by this, old man? The Princess Consort is an elder. If Father hears you say this, he'll probably fight you to the death."
"An elder?" Wu Kuangren chuckled, a playful smile curving his lips. "Looks like you're really confused."
"That girl has only been a princess for a few years. She's only a few years older than you, so what kind of elder is she?"
Wang Dao's pupils suddenly contracted, and his mouth opened slightly. He was about to ask something, but Wu Kuangren didn't give him the chance at all.
The old man grabbed his wine gourd, turned and left, leaving Wang Dao with only a dashing and unrestrained silhouette.
"Alright, instead of wasting time thinking about this, let's improve our strength."
"The area around the Ten Thousand Mountains has been quite lively lately. Now that you have mastered the Mysterious Turtle Breath Concealment Technique, you can go and gain some experience there."
"But remember, keep your identity well hidden. Don't die out there. When you return, I'll pass on a powerful technique to you!"
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Back at Tingfeng Pavilion, Wang Dao sat cross-legged on the bed, his mind replaying the old man's meaningful figure before he left.
Although we don't know what that old guy is up to, nor do we know what kind of technique his so-called ultimate move is, given his status as a martial arts fanatic, his attacks must be earth-shattering killing techniques.
However, the most urgent task at present is to study the "Nine Transformations of Fish and Dragon".
Wang Dao had a very clear understanding of the situation.
As one's cultivation level increases, the difficulty of obtaining source points increases exponentially, requiring an enormous amount of time and resources.
If one were to force oneself to train with this ordinary level of talent, it would undoubtedly be a waste of effort.
"Sharpening your axe won't delay your woodcutting."
Wang Dao narrowed his eyes slightly, a shrewd glint in them.
First, make up for the weakness in innate talent. The efficiency of daily cultivation will naturally increase. In this way, the precious source points can be saved and all of them can be invested in perfecting the cultivation technique or even breaking the limit. This is the most cost-effective enhancement path.
With this thought in mind, Wang Dao no longer hesitated. He flipped his wrist, and a blood-red pill appeared in his palm—the Dragon Blood Overlord Pill.
The pill entered my mouth and instantly transformed into a scalding torrent that rushed into my stomach, as if I had swallowed a ball of raging fire.
"Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound, rise!"
When the king's mind and spirit were in perfect harmony, his blood and qi instantly boiled.
"roar!"
In an instant, a series of deep and terrifying sounds emanated from his body, like a tiger roaring down the mountain or a cheetah howling through the forest.
Immediately afterwards, the great dragon of the spine trembled, and a deep thunderous sound exploded from the depths of its bones, intertwining and resonating with the roar of tigers and leopards.
The special effect of Body Cultivation Lv1, [Daoist Furnace], roared into operation!
Wang Dao seemed to transform into a human-shaped furnace, with scorching heat emanating from his pores.
The violent medicinal power of the Dragon Blood Overlord Body Pill was quickly tamed and decomposed under the tempering of this furnace, transforming into streams of extremely pure crimson-gold divine light that greedily penetrated his limbs and bones, nourishing every inch of his flesh and bones.
With each breath, thunder roars through the body; with each surge of blood and qi, rivers rush forth.
Wang Dao was immersed in this extreme tempering, tirelessly practicing his cultivation technique.
[Ding! Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound Technique practice completed once, Source Points +1]
[Ding! Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound Technique practice completed once, Source Points +1]
As time went on, the source point numbers on the panel began to fluctuate wildly.
……
Ten days have passed in the blink of an eye.
Deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains, the struggle for the secret treasure has entered a fierce stage.
The mountains trembled, and the earth cracked.
One after another, ancient species, each thousands of feet tall and with a unique form, awoke from their slumber. Their auras soared into the sky, stirring up the winds and clouds of eternity.
There was a ferocious tiger with wings on its back, which shattered hundreds of miles of mountains with a single claw; there was a giant python covered with bronze scales, whose tail swept across and cut off the rushing river.
Each collision of theirs caused ripples in the void, and terrifying energy aftershocks swept in all directions like a tsunami.
The earth was stained a shocking crimson, and countless powerful ferocious beasts that had no time to escape were instantly blown into clouds of blood mist by this earth-shattering power, leaving no trace of their bodies.
On the outskirts of the mountain, a great human cultivator stood in mid-air. Their gazes pierced through layers of miasma, fixed on the chaotic center of the battlefield. Their expressions were solemn, yet no one dared to set foot there easily.
Finally, after an extremely fierce battle, dozens of ancient remnants, whose auras were still terrifying, reached a brief truce.
Each of them occupied a corner, their massive bodies casting mountain-like shadows as they confronted each other, their scarlet eyes filled with fear and greed.
In the central area where they stand facing each other, an ancient cave is spewing forth endless divine light, thousands of auspicious rays, illuminating half the sky in magnificent splendor.
Within the dense, impenetrable divine light, an ancient-looking artifact slowly rose and fell, emanating a terrifying aura that suppressed the entire world.
Meanwhile, a thousand miles away in the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, inside the Tingfeng Pavilion, Wang Dao was still diligently cultivating.
During these ten days, Ji Mingyue came, dressed in a moon-white palace gown, as majestic as a moon goddess descending to earth.
Wang Qingyue had been here; she possessed a cool and aloof demeanor, like a fairy untouched by worldly affairs.
Even his elder brother Wang Ming, who had always been at odds with him, once knocked on his door.
Without exception, they all came to ask him if he would like to go to the Ten Thousand Mountains with him and try his luck.
But the king's response was only one: his strength was too weak, and he needed to go into seclusion.
Another ten days have passed.
Inside the secret room, Wang Dao's aura had reached an unimaginable level.
He sat cross-legged, and a surge of intense, surging energy rose from his pores, transforming into visible plumes of smoke that shot straight up to the roof.
A hazy divine glow enveloped him, making him appear like a deity about to be born.
After twenty days of arduous cultivation without sleep, he finally refined all seven Dragon Blood Overlord Body Pills given to him by Ji Mingyue.
On the panel, the number of source points has reached over three hundred.
"It's time to see the effects of the Nine Transformations of the Fish and Dragon."
Wang Dao's eyes gleamed with anticipation, his heart filled with barely concealed excitement. Twenty consecutive days of sleepless cultivation had once again left him penniless.
This is what we've been working towards!