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Chapter 1686 - 619: Honored Guest Arrives, Daoist Feeds the Dragon_3

Chapter 1686: Chapter 619: Honored Guest Arrives, Daoist Feeds the Dragon_3

"After stepping into the hall and reaching the inner sanctum, the surging blood feels like rivers breaking their banks—this is the Blood River Realm."

"From then on, one attains understanding of the transformations of Qi-Blood, embraces the pill to consolidate intention, refines Gang Qi, and achieves the third realm of body refinement—the Furnace Realm."

"This is the traditional path of body refinement, but I ventured off the beaten path, walking a route inspired by savage beasts. I care not for the evolution of Qi-Blood but solely focus on physical strength."

"After years of cultivation, I have undergone eight blood replacements and two hundred and six bone restructures. The augmentation of Black Emperor Ointment has made my physique stronger than the body of any puppet. However, this cultivation method is overly disparate, unable to achieve seamless unity."

"Now, I will forge a treasured body using the Artifact Refining Technique. With the intent of repeatedly tempering and hammering, I will refine my limbs, bones, and the Eight Extraordinary Meridians. In the future, I will surely achieve the grandeur of devouring the breath of the Great Desolate!"

As his thoughts churned, the Qi-Blood within his body, accompanied by the burning of Prosperity and Decline True Fire, coalesced into streams of overwhelming power, striking Luo Chen’s organs and meridians.

Under the hammering blows, his internal organs and meridians grew increasingly fortified.

This technique was precisely Luo Chen’s latest development in body refinement.

Using Qi-Blood as kindling and burning it with Prosperity and Decline True Fire, he produced a more potent internal force, which was then used to temper his physique.

Supplementing this method with copious amounts of blood meals further strengthened his Qi-Blood.

Additionally, the external application of Fourth-Order Black Emperor Ointment continuously increased his physical durability.

In this way, Luo Chen’s path of body refinement became increasingly perfected. Instead of blindly adhering to ancient methods, he pursued only what suited his unique physique.

The changes were reflected on the attribute panel, where the progress of body refinement had accelerated significantly.

The ancient Fourth Order was now a mere dozen progress points away, within reach!

After completing a circulation of his cultivation cycle, Luo Chen slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze fell upon the invitation card in his hand.

After reading it for a while, he smiled faintly.

"Alright, let’s meet them."

...

Three days later, a massive ship embarked from the banks of Penghu.

Zhang Jiadi, the family head of the Lotus Picking Island Zhang Family, personally took the helm, accompanied by Tianxuan Fairy.

Aboard the ship were not merely honored guests like Huo Fang.

He also brought along a junior Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Tianqu Chen Family and another junior Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Coral Sea Zhou Family.

Additionally, present were the Tool Casting Master Moyun Cave Lord, the Eight-Star Demon Hunter Purple Empress, and the Fishing Elder.

The latter three had managed to gain passage by virtue of Huo Fang’s invitation.

Yet, their presence aboard the ship symbolized Luo Chen’s tacit approval.

The logic was simple: previously, Luo Chen had refused to meet anyone, treating everyone equally. Now, as he had agreed to see Huo Fang, it signaled a precedent. It was better to use this opportunity to meet Purple Empress, Fishing Elder, and the others all at once, especially since they were among the top figures in the Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering’s Independent Cultivators. Avoiding unnecessary enmities was always wiser.

At this moment, everyone stood upon the ship, facing the wind and admiring the scenery of the Eight Hundred Li Penghu.

During ordinary times, the vast expanse of smoke and water rendered human presence invisible.

Now, with the array activated, the mist and vapor dispersed, revealing verdant islands and emerald lakes—a scene befitting an Immortal Holy Land.

Especially beneath the ship, where Golden Dragon Carps occasionally swam by, gradually forming a spectacle of thousands leaping together—a breathtaking sight.

Huo Fang stood at the prow, nodding repeatedly as he observed the scene.

"It seems Qingyang Zi has managed Penghu Spiritual Land quite well indeed."

The others also nodded in agreement.

A young female cultivator with almond-shaped eyes suddenly exclaimed.

"Oh? Why are the Golden Dragon Carps here black and gold?"

Tianxuan glanced over and replied indifferently: "Living here long-term, they have absorbed the Flood Dragon’s Qi and undergone mutation. It is only natural."

Flood Dragon’s Qi?

The young female cultivator was momentarily stunned, before a junior cultivator from the Tianqu Chen Family quietly explained: "The Master of Penghu possesses a spiritual pet—a Black Scaled Giant Flood Dragon—that once nearly devoured a Middle Stage Golden Core cultivator in a single bite. Its strength is truly formidable."

The young woman suddenly understood.

With the Flood Dragon residing here, even Golden Dragon Carps containing traces of Dragon Clan bloodline had undergone evolution. But she couldn’t help but wonder—how did the Black Gold Dragon Carp taste?

Yet these words fell upon the ears of the Golden Core Ascendant Masters aboard, prompting varied reactions:

Purple Empress: "Qingyang Zi has developed Penghu so prosperously; now even Huo Fang is actively seeking collaboration with him. His status within the Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering is becoming increasingly solid. My visit this time is to mend the misunderstanding from earlier—to pave the way for my future Daoist path."

More friends are always better than more enemies!

As for Huangfu Song, with whom I have some history?

He’s still stirring up minor commotion on some territory controlled by a Golden Core sect. In my view, that amounts to nothing significant.

Revitalizing the Great Zhou Dynasty? Who knows which year or century that will take?

Besides, even the Great Zhou Dynasty in its heyday had Nascent Soul Ancestors living like rats, skulking in shadows, unable to see daylight.

The so-called "glory of the dynasty"—I, Purple Empress, have no intention of reliving it in this lifetime.

Fishing Elder, on the other hand, had a different agenda. All he wanted was a meeting with Qingyang Zi to inquire when his closed-door cultivation would end so that normal interactions could resume.

He hoped to engage Qingyang Zi in extensive discussions, prying out crucial insights related to Nascent Soul Formation.

As for the solitary Moyun Cave Lord?

At this moment, he appeared restless and impatient.

Ever since studying the Minghuang Rock Armor, he felt as though a cat were clawing at his heart—it was driving him mad.

How had Qingyang Zi managed to perfectly integrate array formations with magic item embryos?

Though made of the most ordinary materials, the resulting artifact exhibited defensive capabilities capable of withstanding attacks from Early Golden Core Stage cultivators—even Middle Stage Golden Core cultivators.

Such methods were utterly unprecedented in his knowledge.

If he could glean even a fraction of Qingyang Zi’s techniques, it would elevate his Artifact Refining Technique to a whole new level. He might even aspire to forge the legendary True Devices within his lifetime!

Huo Fang observed the scene, a faint smile lingering at the corner of his lips.

"Friend Tianxuan, how much longer?"

Tianxuan replied: "Once we pass Flying Fish Island, we will arrive."

Huo Fang gazed at the island ahead, where short-tailed black birds perched and darted swiftly among the trees, their movements remarkably agile.

A pity they weren’t spiritual birds; otherwise, proper cultivation could make them highly sought after.

At that moment, as the ship made a turn past Flying Fish Island, an expanse of mirror-like waters unfolded before their eyes.

A gentle breeze passed, seeming to carry faint echoes of dragon roars.

The crowd fixed their gaze ahead and saw a white-robed Daoist standing at the lakeshore, scattering elixir pills into the water. Suddenly, a massive black dragon head leaped out, exuberantly devouring the pills.

Just then, the white-robed Daoist turned his head.

Clapping his hands—perhaps to rid them of residue or to dismiss the dragon—he smiled broadly.

As the black dragon dove back into the lake, sending ripples splashing across the surface, the white-robed Daoist laughed aloud:

"Friends from afar, how delightful it is to receive you!"

"Honored guests, Qingyang Zi welcomes you!"