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Chapter 589 - 0372 Hu Jiao (4k)_2

Chapter 589: 0372 Hu Jiao (4k)_2

"What’s the use of this?"

[None.]

"You were making a big fuss... I thought it was something remarkable."

[It’s a pity, the tiger-dragon is likely extinct. Otherwise, after it ascends to the Heavenly Realm, the dragon core it produces would greatly benefit physical cultivation, as it is a Heaven and Earth Treasure.]

Lu Chenzhou’s eyes stirred, he put the tiger-dragon skull on his head, its eye sockets perfectly aligned with his eyes, with two horns curving forward like those of a bull, flashing coldly. The jaw of the skull jutting out somewhat like a tiger, with serried rows of gleaming white teeth opening and closing gently with Lu Chenzhou’s breath.

"Hey, isn’t this a natural tiger skull helmet?"

His current "Demon King Set" still lacked a good pair of war boots and a helmet.

That unidentified ore, combined with this skull and the treasures he collected recently, should be enough to assemble a full set.

The main attraction, however, lay in the ancient black blade before him.

Simply grasping it lightly, a surge of evil aura shot straight into his heart and soul.

In the Inner Scenery Land, a hovering phantom of a bald elder dressed in a blood robe appeared, precisely the Dao Yun left by the Black Blade Ancestor.

This was not a good thing.

The World Tree swayed, its branches completely shattering the image, transforming it into a mysterious power that nourished the giant tree’s growth.

"Black Dragon Tooth, an intermediate demon weapon... the blade’s good, pity it’s a demon sword and has to be reforged."

In terms of power, demon weapons are inherently stronger than divine weapons because they require martial artists to serve the blade, stimulating its vicious nature.

In some sense, the blade controls the person, rather than the person controlling the blade, all backwards!

Lu Chenzhou handed it over to the military, earning 30,000 battle merit.

Accounting for the miscellaneous items, this River Flipping King had contributed 70,000 battle merit, truly a good brother.

...

Time passed day by day.

Lu Chenzhou later visited Jiangnan Wu University.

Master Ye, upon seeing the black ore, excitedly slapped his thigh.

It turned out to be an extremely rare Earth Grade ore [Mo Yun Ore], such a large piece was worth 200,000 battle merit.

The [Mo Yao Xuan Gold] refined from Mo Yun Ore is an excellent material for forging top-class divine weapons. However, Lu Chenzhou’s piece was too small in quantity, but by mixing some Xuan Grade ores with the previously obtained Water Army Demon King materials, it was enough to forge a pair of war boots and a helmet, all high-quality intermediate divine weapon embryos, priceless.

The forging cost was a small piece of Mo Yun Ore.

Trusting Master Ye with this matter, Lu Chenzhou felt assured.

If he could obtain these two divine weapons before the Water Mansion opened, he would be nearly invincible under the Grandmaster level.

The head would no longer be a lethal weakness.

This full set of divine weapons weighed nearly ten thousand jin, a burden even for ordinary masters of Inner Boxing who wore them.

Fortunately, with his strength of "Nine Oxen and Two Tigers," it wasn’t a problem.

Of course, the heavy-armored style would inevitably slow him down, but with the Night King Form, he could compensate for that.

When his Swallow Form True Skill advanced to the upper level, he would switch to Phoenix Form training, a dual focus on tiger and phoenix, and these issues would be trivial.

...

In the blink of an eye, it was the 300th day of the competition.

After defeating the River Flipping King, no ordinary End Realm could match Lu Chenzhou.

His ranking gradually climbed to the top 200.

In advanced matches, he achieved the highest streak of 17 consecutive wins, but eventually lost to some seasoned masters at the limit of Qi-Blood.

After advancing to the middle stage, Hong Tianxiang also advanced, now ranking over four hundred.

Xuan Kong, Lu Xuanjian, and other unparalleled geniuses were still lacking the fire control, currently still around a thousand ranks.

Currently, among young geniuses, he and Hong Tianxiang had the potential to break into the top hundred.

Their common trait was inner and outer cultivation!

...

One day.

A sect gathering.

Lin Xia looked at Lu Chenzhou, resting her chin, and sighed, "The Eight Kings of the Wilderness Brotherhood are almost all eradicated except for the Wild Boar King."

Lu Chenzhou remarked, "Could this Wild Boar King just be a decoy to confuse us? I suspect he doesn’t even exist. Otherwise, there would be some traces."

Wang Xian nodded, "It’s possible, as the Wilderness Brotherhood’s style suggests organized and calculated planning. The Flipping General King doesn’t seem like such a mastermind."

Lin Xia: "Tang Zheng?"

Lu Chenzhou shook his head, "I don’t think it’s him. Tang Zheng’s character wouldn’t stoop to being the hidden hand... He’s openly villainous, and besides, Tang Zheng has been missing for quite a while."

Lin Xia’s eyes lit up, "Good point, could it be that the black hand is one of us?"

Suddenly, a thought struck her, and she turned to leave.

"Senior sister, aren’t you staying for dinner?"

"No, I’m heading to the Martial Prison for a visit."

...

On the 333rd day of the competition.

Lu Chenzhou’s ranking reached 156th place.

Currently, it seems he can’t make it to the top hundred through thirty consecutive wins.

He could only slowly kill his way into the top hundred with points, achieving far more than he initially expected.

That night, he sat cross-legged in meditation, entering the Heart Sutra Illusion.

Within the Inner Mountain of Lantuo Temple.

A monk in white robes, leaning on a Zen Stick, holding a string of prayer beads, entered a meditation room.

A fat monk with a mouse-like face, lying on the ground in a sapphire kasaya, gnawing on a pale severed leg, roasting and eating it over a Buddhist lamp.

"Alas... Truly a world of despair."

Seeing these scenes, Lu Chenzhou’s resolve to strengthen martial arts grew ever stronger.

As he moved, lotuses bloomed beneath his feet, and the Riding Tiger Arhat followed like a shadow. Each Buddhist mantra took form in the void, charging towards the fat monk.

"Remarkable, you actually trained the ’Great Vajra Tiger Suppressing Seal’ to the fifth layer, a young talent indeed."

The fat monk wielded a long-handled precepts blade exuding chilling air, slashing out a blood-red beam that transformed into eight blood-colored evil dogs. After an intense battle, the monk’s mouse head fell to the ground, his eyes staring greedily and complexly at Lu Chenzhou, whispering, "It’s all in vain, everything is in vain, this world is already beyond saving..."

Golden flames reduced the monk to ashes.

In the ashes were two treasure-glowing items, the sapphire kasaya and the long-handled precepts blade.

Lu Chenzhou picked them up with joy, "This monk truly lived up to his role as the Treasure Pavilion’s guardian, so wealthy."

The sapphire kasaya, known as the [Vestment of Vibhuti], was a top-grade magic artifact containing a [High-Level Bodhi Restriction], capable of resisting spiritual attacks of the Three Realms Heart Cultivation and offering some protection against water and fire, as well as being impervious to blades and spears. Overall, its quality was not inferior to the Cold Silkworm Robe before it advanced to an intermediate divine weapon. The long-handled precepts blade, called [Extreme Cold Hell], was also a top-grade magic artifact containing a [High-Level Cold Ice Restriction], capable of releasing an ice magic that could freeze an area ten zhang in radius, enough to restrict the movement of a strong Three Realms practitioner.

He had just been caught off guard, his movements slowed, enduring several strikes from the fat monk.

He temporarily hid the Zen Stick, reluctant to discard it, and equipped the long-handled precepts blade.

"What a fine treasure... what a fine treasure..."

He murmured, the light in his eyes tinged with madness and greed, saliva dripping as he walked towards the dark Treasure Pavilion.

In the shadows of the Treasure Pavilion, a terrifying beast seemed to be in slumber, emanating an aura of at least a thousand Prajña.

Suddenly, Lu Chenzhou’s expression darkened, his figure spun around, and he thrust the long-handled precepts blade into the void behind him!

The burning golden flame tiger head phantom transformed into a line of fire, piercing through a slightly surprised chubby shadow, reducing it to ashes.

"No wonder it’s the Greedy Po, truly pervasive." Lu Chenzhou’s eyes were clear.

Lu Chenzhou did not enter the Treasure Pavilion, knowing there was a terrifying presence he couldn’t handle.

...

The surging spiritual power flooded in, and Lu Chenzhou’s aura rose with it.

The Martial Arts Tree also grew over twenty zhang, now towering at three hundred zhang.

"I wonder when the next evolution will be?"

Holding the Meditation Pearl, Lu Chenzhou’s spiritual power had reached 555 points, comparable to the Pu Suo Three Realms Heart Cultivation.

[Three Worlds and Ten Directions Venerable Sutra: Seventh Layer (1%)]

"If I encounter that Tamil again, who knows whose victory it would be... Pity that person has withdrawn from the competition."

In this world, not every grudge can be avenged just because you have the strength.

Lu Chenzhou even worried that with Tamil’s "longevity," he might not exact his revenge before the old fellow dies of natural causes.

Don’t let waiting become regret.