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Chapter 362 - 0239 Four Great Daoist Body (4k for double monthly tickets)_2

Chapter 362: 0239 Four Great Daoist Body (4k for double monthly tickets)_2

Gu Qianqian said,

"Leopard Woman, you’re worrying too much. Even if Lu Chenzhou is fast, it is not possible for him to achieve the Break Second Shackles within three years. He will have to leave the school at some point, right? There will be opportunities."

The Blood Duke chuckled and replied,

"That would be good. If this can be accomplished, I will speak in your favor before our lord. As long as you devote yourself to spreading the glory of our lord, becoming a Goddess is within reach."

Gu Qianqian’s figure dissipated.

The Blood Duke’s gaze turned deep as he looked towards the east.

"The Heavenly Tiger Clan is the sworn enemy predestined by the Heavenly Dog! Lu Chenzhou must die!"

...

April 4th.

At lakeside Villa No. 32 on Stone Lake.

Inside the practice room, Lu Chenzhou had just finished the grueling Heavenly Pile Cultivation. He looked at his right foot and vaguely heard the babbling sound of flowing water, clear and refreshing.

"The 63rd Acupoint is open."

The Yongquan Acupoint, one of the most important acupoints in the foot, once opened, could nourish Innate Strength, could broaden the Qi Sea, and also activate Qi-Blood circulation, extending one’s lifespan.

In a thought, Lu Chenzhou arrived at the Inner Scenery Land.

"Babbling..."

Yet, in front of the Divine Palace, in the clearing, a spring had emerged at an unknown time, sending out a stream of fragrant endless water, which gathered into a pool.

The Tiger Tai Sui was drinking from the pool, and after drinking, its figure grew slightly larger. It then continued to rub a giant blade against the stone slab, making a scraping sound.

"Once the Yongquan Acupoint is opened, it will nurture a Life Spring in the Inner Scenery Land. Life Spring can nourish the flesh, heal the spirit, and also increase the healing ability and endurance of Martial Artists, significantly enhancing their sustained combat abilities."

Lu Chenzhou recalled that his master’s performance in battle within the Void Realm had been enduring, comparable to someone who cultivated Iron Crotch Skill. It was because his master had given birth to a Life Spring that the body’s vitality could continue unabated. With such capabilities, even if a small piece of flesh were cut from a Martial Artist’s body, it could heal over time on its own without leaving a scar.

Looking at the stars in the sky, Lu Chenzhou mused,

"Opening the acupoints in the feet indeed takes longer compared to those in the hands. My current rate of opening acupoints is only about three per month; I still need to enhance my Divine Seed."

His rate of opening acupoints could not keep up with the growth of his Qi-Blood.

Of course, this was very common.

It could be said that aside from those with special talents like Innate Nine Apertures, or the few who had consumed Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures for acupoint opening, everyone experienced slower acupoint opening compared to the increase in their Qi-Blood.

But Lu Chenzhou was not concerned.

His rate of opening acupoints was quite fast.

He now deeply understood why Principal Wang envied the Cangtian Dragon King; born to solve the hardest problems, comparing one person to another could be infuriating.

In contrast, Principal Wang, although gifted, was also troubled by the Pile Skill required for becoming a Great Grandmaster. His Qi-Blood had long reached the limit of the Fifth Realm; all other conditions were also achieved with Great Success, and now it was all about refining Pile Skill.

Qing Tian Cang, Master Ji, Li Gui...

All the Martial Artists in the world struggled with the opening of acupoints.

Leaving the Inner Realm.

The TV in the practice room was broadcasting a match. This was the transcendent group’s final video of the "Hundred Schools Martial Contest" that Lu Chenzhou had turned on while practicing Pile Skill. The contestants were Martial Arts geniuses from Da Xia Martial Arts University, with cultivations ranging from Break First to Break Third Shackles.

In the video, Wang Xian stood with his spear, the Qi Po displayed behind him transforming into a giant one-horned tiger about three feet in length, elongated in form. His opponent, from Kunlun Martial Arts University, was a Third Shackles Breaker genius who practiced the Heavenly Mountain Kaiyang Hand. Every move he made was akin to the descent of the great sun, and as Wang Xian thrust with his spear, it was like a scion shooting the sun.

After a fierce battle, Wang Xian narrowly won.

"Great! Brother Wang has made it to the top eight, haha!"

Lu Chenzhou couldn’t help but applaud.

To be in the top ten of the Hundred Schools Martial Contest meant being incredibly formidable. After all, anyone below 35 years old who had broken the shackles could participate. Wang Xian was 35 this year, and next year he would no longer be eligible to compete, so he was training very hard at this time.

Subsequently, Wang Xian stopped at the top eight.

And Li Ao advanced to the semifinals.

The champion of the contest was no surprise—a young Daoist from the Qiyun Academic, who with a single sword stroke, had sent his End Realm master opponent’s soul flying.

The host said with a vacant look,

"Qiyun Academic’s Qi Jingtian... has reached Grandmaster."

The audience was overwhelmingly shocked.

"A Grandmaster under 35?"

"What’s the point of competing then?"

"Yeah, to have a Grandmaster participate in this edition of the Hundred Schools Martial Contest."

Lu Chenzhou also sighed,

"Those who step into the Grandmaster realm in their prime, if nothing unexpected happens, are sure to achieve the Heavenly King’s Pose, and even have hope for the Absolute Peak. Impressive."

He had only dared to set his current goal to become a Grandmaster before 40.

Before 35, it was too difficult.

It was said that Qi Jingtian possessed the Perceive Truth Dao Body, a top-tier Daoist Body not inferior to Zhang Lingmiao’s Dragon and Tiger Daoist Body or Hong Tianxiang’s Xuanwu Dao Body. Combined with the latter two and adding the Perceive Truth Dao Body, these were collectively known as the Four Great Daoist Bodies. Owners of these Daoist Bodies, in any era of Da Xia, were unparalleled geniuses.

In this era, three of the Great Daoist Bodies had already appeared.

Lu Chenzhou felt the blood in his veins starting to boil.

"Pity, my realm is too weak..."

Otherwise, I would definitely participate in the Hundred Schools Martial Arts Competition.

Brother Wang said that the prize for this competition’s champion is a Middle Grade defensive Divine Weapon:

The Golden Cicada Robe.

This is the worst of times, with the Void Realm invading and demon ghosts rampant.

This is the best of times, with geniuses as common as clouds and endless opportunities.

Lu Chenzhou sat cross-legged, practicing the Tai Sui Technique through breathing exercises.

"Get stronger."

...

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of April.

A few days ago, Chen Xiaoyun also succeeded in breaking her shackles, advancing to Martial Artist.

Thus, of the Elite Class 8 veterans, there were 7 Martial Artists.

Xiao He, from then on, ceased to spam the group chat.

He no longer dared to sneak a glance at Leopard Woman during classes.

Old Tian organized a celebration for Chen Xiaoyun.

At the dinner table, after having a few drinks, Chen Xiaoyun’s cheeks flushed as she said,

"Chenzhou! Let’s have a spar tomorrow!"

Lu Chenzhou smiled slightly,

"Alright."

As the top student of the branch school, he had become the benchmark of the school, and every newly-ascended Martial Artist’s first act was to seek him out for a spar, to verify their own strength.

It is said that this is how the young Martial Artists in Dragon City chat amongst themselves.

"What strength are you at now?"

"I already have fifty percent of Lu’s Power, and you?"

"Me... Lu’s Power, thirty percent!"

"They say that Wang Hongdao already has seventy percent, terrifying indeed."

...

The next day.

Martial Arts Arena.

Invisible auras intertwined, as the formidable Mystic Tiger and a spirit-filled Green Snake wrestled with each other, while at the same time, two figures—one barehanded, the other wielding a long whip that cracked through the air at supersonic speed, impossible to guard against.

Lu Chenzhou was doing his best to dodge but still got hit by more than a dozen lashes. He did not employ his Golden Body Crossover Training; instead, he met the blows with his muscular body. Suddenly, he burst through the dense shadows of the whip, his arm’s tendons and bones shaking, muscle waves rippling, and he unleashed a punch!

Boom!

A gust of wind hit them, blowing long ponytails.

Chen Xiaoyun stood in dazed silence.

Lu Chenzhou’s fist stopped just an inch from her face.

In her mind, an intangible, domineering tiger loomed atop a mountain peak, surveying its territory like a king. Its tiger roars reverberated through the valleys.

Moments later, she snapped out of the shock induced by the overpowering aura.

Chen Xiaoyun, looking at the streaks of blood on Lu Chenzhou, asked,

"Are you alright? Why didn’t you use your Golden Body?"

Lu Chenzhou replied with a smile,

"That wouldn’t be interesting."

If he had used his Golden Body, it would have been an overwhelming victory.

He wanted to use the punishment to his body to smooth the way for his "Ming King Body" training.

Chen Xiaoyun ran her fingers through her hair and asked,

"Chenzhou... what do you call that punch?"

"Mountain Echoes Valley’s Response."

Lu Chenzhou turned and walked away, his aura returning to his body, restoring his calm disposition.

Just now, his "Tiger Roar Mountain River Fist" had reached Perfection.

Chen Xiaoyun was left alone to muse over the thrilling experience.

"That punch seemed to contain a hint of an overbearing aura."

Being from a prestigious family, she was well-informed.

Her sister married a Martial Arts Genius from the Jiangnan Chu Family.

Magic City Martial Arts University’s Chu Xiu.

This person possesses the Overlord Body; it is said that when he was in kindergarten, his intangible domineering aura could make punks on the streets recognize him as their boss, truly a campus tyrant!