Chapter 38: Dual Cultivation Secret Technique >
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Twenty-seven breaths
Twenty-nine breaths
In her observations of the star painting, she was inevitably surprised as time passed.
Black Wind's breath had actually reached twenty-nine breaths, and his aura was still very stable. At this rate, perhaps he could hold on for another ten breaths or so.
Thirty-five breaths
Forty breaths
A look of astonishment appeared in the phoenix eyes.
One breath is the time it takes to inhale and exhale, but the long duration of the solidifying environment training not only brings great benefits to future martial arts practice, but also represents a person's perseverance and state of mind.
Every breath that passes, the pain intensifies, a suffering beyond imagination.
"Fifty-five breaths, he's already matched my longest hold, and he's still steady!"
Time flies, the stars are shocked, even with her vision, looking at Hei Feng's back, it is like watching a monster.
When he reached sixty breaths, Wang Xuan's peaceful and refined face showed a hint of pain between his brows, and his brow furrowed.
But how can such pain compare to the torment he endured in his past life, refining his body with poison day after day, year after year
Although using poison to enhance one's strength is a quick way to improve combat power, it ultimately cannot lead to becoming the strongest. This life, Wang Xuan will not choose that path again, but he can still endure the hardship.
He wants to perfect his martial arts and find a way to survive this crisis, emerging from this ancient site of great danger.
He still has much to do, to ascend to the ancestral realm as the most powerful and flawless martial artist. He is going to be a nightmare for those enemies!
It has been sixty-seven breaths.
Her heart pounded with excitement, anticipation thrumming through her. As she watched, the young man truly shattered their sect's record, surpassing seventy breaths.
“This is a little monster, so calm. Could it be that he has experienced even more pain in the past!”
Looking at the teenager's eyes, they are no longer demonic, but rather strange.
Eighty breaths!
90 breaths!
Words can no longer describe her current state of mind.
"Such a terrifying talent, rarely seen in the world..." Xing Hua was excited.
Shige's surrounding walls rose with golden martial patterns, and the roof seemed to have phantom images of gods and demons. A golden lotus bloomed all over the ground, and circles of golden halos appeared around the young man.
Ninety-nine rings of light spun, vanishing into the boy's body in a flash. Then, one after another, even larger golden rings appeared, filling the entire stone pavilion with visions.
“It turned out that when he was in the Soul Condensation Realm, he had already reached the state of Nine-Nine Returning to One!” Xinghua watched as new golden light wheels increased, reaching ninety-nine as well.
At the Xuan Yuan realm, he also attained Nine Nines Returning to One!!
"Every time it's a surprise, I didn't expect to meet a weirdo."
Starlight's laughter was soft and mumbled, a hint of color in her eyes. In her mind, she had conceived a method that could help her recover her martial prowess.
If she were to cultivate with the black wind's nine-nine return to one martial arts foundation, crushing her opponents of the same realm with an invincible physical body, and then practice the sect's secret techniques, she would definitely be able to restore her peak martial arts.
Just thinking about the harsh requirements for cultivating that secret art, Xinghua secretly shook her head and thought to herself: Let's wait and see. I've never cultivated that secret art myself, perhaps there are changes, best is if it could allow for self-recovery of martial arts.
Stargazing is highly contradictory to that kind of sorcery, and it's difficult to explain to a young person.
When Xinghua's mind was filled with complex thoughts, finding it difficult to make a choice, all the visions in the room disappeared. Ninety-nine beams of light entered Wang Xuan's body.
"Once again, all is one." Wang Xuan's lips curled into a smile as he looked inward.
Upon seeing this, one could see that his Qi Sea had expanded ninefold. The barrier of his Qi Sea was as hard as gold and stone. His flesh and blood were once again tempered and elevated, his bones shining like jade, and his five organs were filled with golden martial patterns. The entire person seemed to have undergone a rebirth!
Clenching his fist, Wang Xuan felt a surging, inexhaustible power. He believed that with his current physical body, he could easily defeat ordinary martial cultivators of the same realm.
"This feeling of improvement is truly wonderful, it must be the most wonderful feeling in the world," Wang Xuan thought contentedly, opening his eyes.
He stretched, then lay down on the ground, back against Xinghua, and went to sleep on his side.
Once he escaped the dangerous place, he could prepare to advance to the Secret Treasure Realm. And once he ascended to the Secret Treasure Realm, he would gain another type of Martial Soul.
With high anticipation, Wang Xuan drifted off to sleep.
"Humph."
Xinghuaben wanted to celebrate with the young man for returning to one after nine nines. But it seemed that Heifeng had forgotten about her as a powerful woman and directly fell asleep. She couldn't help but let out a soft hum and turned away.
......
Outside the ancient ruins, in the Flowing Sand City, at the Happiness People Restaurant, inside a guest room.
"Report to Lord Hai, the task you ordered has been completed. Within half a day, both clans will receive word."
In the guest room, Hai Gonggong raised his wine cup, took a sip, and waved his hand.
The man in black reported and slowly exited the room, closing the door.
"You little beast, you killed Ya'er and almost got me buried in this ancient ruin!"
The Sea God's eyes were filled with hatred.
If he hadn't been so cautious, he would have been buried in the ancient ruins. Thinking about the overwhelming black qi that was surging everywhere still gives me chills.
He had ordered his men to spread the word that Wang Xuan had killed the children of the Changbow and Baishi clans, regardless of whether Wang Xuan was able to survive in the ancient ruins. They were all going to die anyway.
In cases of murder involving two influential families, evidence isn't necessary. Killing an unknown young martial artist wouldn't even be investigated to determine his guilt or innocence.
Kill it, then.
In the world of martial arts, the strong are respected, while the weak are but lowly ants.
"It's best if the mob catches you first. They'll personally torture and skin you alive. And your loved ones and friends won't be spared either, they'll all be buried with you!" Haigong sneered.
At this moment, the guest room next door.
A young man in white and a girl in blue, both with extraordinary temperament, were of noble and ethereal bearing.
"Brother, we're a step late. The ancient site is already closed, it's all your fault." The girl in the blue dress pouted, showing her dissatisfaction.
The young man in white smiled: "It's just a matter of closing it. The ancestor sent us to this Xuanwu Kingdom to investigate the anomaly thunder tribulation, other things are unimportant."
"This remote and desolate place has nothing worth investigating. There's no fun in exploring ancient ruins or seeking treasure." The young apprentice girl pouted and crossed her arms petulantly.
"Although that's true, other holy sites have also sent their disciples out into the world. We can't underestimate them. If you run around aimlessly again, I'll send you back to the holy site." The senior brother said with a smile, a bit exasperated.
Little junior sister said with resentment, "Senior brother, you've changed. You don't love little junior sister anymore."
"...." The white-robed senior brother's lips twitched, he closed his eyes and continued to contemplate the traces in the Yaomai Mountain Valley.atial cracks appearing.Two golden fire arrows moved at a snail's pace. Whether it was Wang Xuan or Shen Zikai, they were both rooted in place. Before the arrows even neared them, they were immobilized...