Spirit Body! Five-Colored Divine Light Is No Match for Lifespan Consumption! (3)
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“This person injured your brother. Without Han Zhao’s true qi protecting him, your brother would be dead now,” Han Zhao said calmly.
Ling Yun’s body trembled as he looked at Chen Kai with surging hatred.
“Ah!” As if he was emboldening himself, he shouted and grabbed the short knife. He closed his eyes and stabbed Chen Kai’s body.
Chen Kai bled profusely and died quickly.
After doing all this, Ling Yun fell to the ground and retched.
“Very good.” Han Zhao nodded slightly. If he didn’t dare to attack his enemy, he definitely wouldn’t be able to survive in this world. He might as well use the Spirit Seizing Technique to absorb his physique.
“I’m best at fist, palm, and leg techniques. Today, I’ll teach you the three cultivation methods—Mountain Shaking Fist, Yin Fiend Palm, and Wind Riding Leg. ”
As he spoke, Han Zhao pushed out his palms, and true qi and Internal Force entered their bodies.
“Ah!” The two of them felt a sharp pain in their bodies, but the painful sound was stuck in their throats and they could not let it out at all.
When the two brothers felt that they were about to die, the pain suddenly disappeared without a trace.
“My body… has recovered?” Ling Feng crawled up and realized that his body, which was originally struggling to stand, had completely recovered. Moreover, his entire body was filled with strength.
“The true qi infusion can only allow you to advance to the Bone Tempering Realm. Any higher and your foundation will be damaged.” Han Zhao said calmly.
“Bone Tempering Realm?!” Ling Feng was stunned. The leader of their Wild Wolf Gang seemed to have just broken through to the Bone Tempering Realm.
His original plan was to go to the Fist Academy to register and learn martial arts. As long as he entered the Skin Tempering Realm, he would not have to be bullied by others in the future and would not have to worry about food and clothing. In the end, why was he in the Bone Tempering Realm?
This was simply reaching the heavens in a single step!
“Open it with true qi. The resources inside are enough for you to grasp Internal Force.” Han Zhao threw out a Sumeru Pouch.
“Thank you, Master!” Ling Feng took the Sumeru Pouch and bowed deeply.
“Master, even if we die, we don’t know how to repay your kindness!”
“You don’t have to test me. One day, I’ll use you!” Han Zhao was expressionless.
“l wouldn’t dare.” Ling Feng lowered his head.
Han Zhao waved his sleeve, and the corpses of Lu Bao and Chen Kai on the ground instantly turned to dust and dissipated with the wind.
Then, he turned around and left.
“Master, how can I look for you in the future?!” Ling Feng saw him leaving and quickly called out.
“The Golden Qilin is not an ordinary creature in the pool. It will transform into a dragon when it encounters the wind and clouds. Remember this sentence.” A deep voice sounded in their ears. When they came back to their senses, there was no one outside the straw hut.
Ling Feng pulled his brother, Ling Yun, and the two of them knelt down and kowtowed outside the empty house.
Ten days later.
South of Great Liang City, in the suburbs.
A carriage drove slowly. The driver was a middle-aged man.
In the carriage sat an old man and a young man.
The old man looked amiable. He was wearing a Daoist robe and had a sage-like appearance.
The young man was in his early twenties. He was handsome and could even be said to be beautiful. If not for the slightly protruding Adam’s apple at his throat showing his gender, it would be difficult to tell at first glance.
His face was as white as jade, and there was a five-petal lotus mark between his eyebrows that looked like a woman’s flower bud. From afar, this mark looked like a lotus petal, but up close, it looked like five swords of different colors, green, yellow, red, black, and white. Dark light flowed, and there was a faint sharpness that made people not dare to look at it directly.
“Kong Yi, I see that your luck is pure green with a hint of purple. You have the potential to become a Deva. Why must you go to Great Liang?”
The old man looked at the outline of Great Liang City that had already appeared outside the carriage and advised earnestly.
“Since Elder Xu thinks that 1 have the potential to become a Deva, why can’t 1 go to Great Liang City?” Kong Yi looked straight at the old man in front of him.
The old man was the Star Emissary of the Star Pavilion. He specialized in collecting major events in the world for the Star Pavilion. He claimed to be surnamed Xu and did not have a name.
“l can’t say, I can’t say.” The old man shook his head slightly.
Luck was compatible with the Five Virtues. The increasing order was black, white, red, yellow, and green. Above that was purple.
In ancient times, there was a saying that Purple Qi came from the east and was indescribably noble.
Kong Yi’s qi was pure green and faintly purple. His fate was noble.
He was a direct disciple of the Hundred Spirit Sect and had the Five-Color Peacock bloodline. In the future, his achievements would be comparable to the Divine Power Martial God Realm and the Deva Realm.
However, a person’s luck could be changed.
The closer Kong Yi got to Great Liang City, the denser the purple aura on his head became.
This was originally a good thing, but as the purple qi increased, the black qi between his eyebrows gathered. This was a great ominous sign!
The old man could only remind him a little, but he could not determine where the black aura between his eyebrows came from.
“Cao Wuyu is the only one on the Qilin Ranking who can threaten me. I treat the others as grass.”
Kong Yi’s expression was calm.
“The anomalous creature in the Central Prefecture is not worth mentioning.
The danger can’t be that Han Zhao, right?”
Among the disciples of aristocratic families of the same level, only Cao Wuyu was worthy of his attention.
Moreover, Cao Wuyu was only born a few years earlier. Otherwise, he might not be his match.
As for Han Zhao’s challenge to him, he did not take it to heart at all. “In short, it’s best not to go to Great Liang,” the old man said solemnly.
“Luck is illusory. I, Kong Yi, never believe in fate! My own fate can only be controlled by myself.” Kong Yi smiled proudly.
If not for the fact that the Sect Master had asked him to get closer to the people of the Star Pavilion, he would not have bothered with this mysterious old man. As long as he was strong enough, no one could decide his fate.
The Five-Color Peacock bloodline would not lose to anyone.
This was his confidence to look down on the world..