The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 430 - 242: Ninth Level of the Golden Bell Shield

Chapter 430: Chapter 242: Ninth Level of the Golden Bell Shield

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"This..."

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Atop the main hall, three people watched Lin Huaigou’s retreating figure and didn’t know what to say.

It had to be said, Lin Huaigou really had an excessively high opinion of himself, or perhaps years of relying on his seniority had made him unable to grasp his true position.

Although Feng Chaonan was of the Innate Realm, with his status and position, Lin Huaigou turning his nose up at him was truly picking the wrong person.

"Old fart, you won’t die a good death." Feng Chaonan’s face darkened like the bottom of a pot, and in his heart, he had already sentenced Lin Huaigou to death.

Seeing the atmosphere suddenly turn tense, Ping Er also displayed remarkable insight, "Your Highness, after my previous fight with Kuang Yuan, my injuries haven’t healed. I need to take some time to recuperate, please forgive my discourtesy!"

"Ping Shaohua, you’re too polite. Since you’re injured, it’s best you go recover quickly," Feng Chaonan said with a forced smile.

As for Ping Er, a person from worldly society who understood etiquette and had reached Divine Origin before thirty without the arrogance of Lin Huaigou, Feng Chaonan valued him highly.

Feng Chaonan truly wanted to make Ping Er a close confidant.

As for Lin Huaigou, an old fellow relying on seniority, he might as well be cannon fodder.

After the two left, Si Haofeng, seeing no outsiders present, asked about his own concerns, "Chaonan, do you know how the Emperor’s injuries are?"

"Uncle, are you asking if Father Emperor has awakened?"

"Hm? You know what I want to ask?" Si Haofeng looked at Feng Chaonan with surprise.

"With you and Ouyang Yan investigating these past days, it would be hard for me not to know,"

Saying this, a trace of worry appeared on Feng Chaonan’s face, "Father Emperor should have woken up. Four days ago, I went to the Royal Secret Vault looking for heavenly materials and earth treasures to increase my power, only to find that items such as Flame Sun Marrow, Blood Phoenix Grass, and Fire Phoenix Tree were missing a great deal. I think that Father Emperor must have secretly taken them to heal."

"Is that so? It seems the Emperor has really awakened. Then why hasn’t he shown himself to stabilize the increasingly unstable imperial court?"

"Wait, something’s not right..."

Si Haofeng suddenly realized something amiss about the heavenly materials and earth treasures mentioned by Feng Chaonan.

"Blood Phoenix Grass has healing properties, but the Fire Phoenix Tree is not as effective for healing; its main use is more for increasing power. Not to mention there’s also Flame Sun Marrow..."

Hearing Si Haofeng’s words, Feng Chaonan also thought of the properties of the Flame Sun Marrow.

Flame Sun Marrow, with its Supreme Yang and fierce nature, contains a dominating Fire Power. Even martial artists in the True Pill Realm who specialize in fire attribute cultivation techniques must be extremely cautious in absorbing it.

At that moment, Feng Tianming with his severely injured body, feared choking even on a bite of food, absorbing Flame Sun Marrow would be like an old man eating arsenic—seeking death.

"The Emperor must have a plan, and this plan..."

Was extremely bad news.

That was Si Haofeng’s only thought.

If Feng Tianming merely needed healing, he wouldn’t have to act so mysteriously; if needed, he could openly take heavenly materials and earth treasures from the Royal Secret Vault without such stealth.

Secret actions always have reasons that cannot withstand the light of day.

And as the Emperor of Northern Zhou, if Feng Tianming had to sneak around even for healing, it confirmed that his method of healing was something that couldn’t bear scrutiny, akin to death upon exposure.

"No, I must go to the Academy to ask the Academy Head or Mountain Master Meng for their broad knowledge; they’ll definitely know what this Flame Sun Marrow and such are really for."

Si Haofeng could no longer sit still, he used his Qinggong and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from Feng Chaonan’s sight.

Looking at the empty space beside him, Feng Chaonan contemplated the developments that would follow and a smile of anticipation spread across his lips.

In the shadowy underground chamber, brilliant flames of fire caught his eye.

Qing Yu was fully immersed in a pool emitting a red glow, with his eyes closed and breathing regulated. Beneath the fiery surface, his muscular figure pulsed rhythmically.

During his last visit to Feng Chaonan, Qing Yu had received the long-coveted Body Refining Spirit Liquid—the Feng Family’s secret "Fire Phoenix Body Tempering Dew."

Mixed with various other Spiritual Medicine, the "Fire Phoenix Body Tempering Dew" had turned into the crimson pool where Qing Yu now soaked.

"Boom—"

Suddenly, Qing Yu’s eyes, which had been firmly shut, snapped open, and the gleaming image of a Golden Bell appeared around his body. In an instant, the sound of a grand bell filled the entire underground chamber.

"Boom—"

The Golden Bell resonated again, its invisible rebounding force sweeping across the crimson pool. Yet, instead of causing water to splash everywhere, it propelled the liquid to swiftly rotate clockwise around Qing Yu.

The whirlpool in the pool spun faster and faster. Gradually, the crimson color began to fade, allowing the pool to return to its original hue.

In the center of the pool, Qing Yu’s body was enveloped in a deep red, with the fiery color spreading across his entire figure, even turning his hair into a flame-like shade.

Within this fiery hue, though, there were streaks of gold tracing mysterious patterns on his skin.

Finally, Qing Yu absorbed all the red from the pool, turning into a figure entirely of flame, but at the same time, golden lines began to spread as a radiant golden light shone from him.

"Boom boom boom—"

The bell tolls continued to echo as the golden sheen on Qing Yu’s body started to retract inward, making the external Golden Bell appear even more brilliant and dazzling.

Scriptures covered the Golden Bell, with swastika symbols flowing around it, casting Qing Yu in a grand Buddha Light, as if he were a venerated monk exuding divine radiance.

After a while, the sounds ceased, and the Golden Bell slowly shrank until it disappeared into nothingness.

"The ninth barrier of the Golden Bell Shield is complete," Qing Yu slowly clenched his fist, producing a resonant friction of bones.

In his fist, a grayish-white bead lost its original color and was crushed into powder.

That was the meat relic he had obtained from Shi Jue.

Qing Yu had managed to complete the ninth barrier of the Golden Bell Shield so quickly, thanks in part to this meat relic.

The "Fire Phoenix Body Tempering Dew" was indeed miraculous for Body Refinement, but without the meat relic constantly replenishing his life force, Qing Yu could not have cultivated the Golden Bell Shield so relentlessly.

Now, as the ninth barrier had been achieved, this meat relic, which Shi Jue had already extracted much of its essence from, fulfilled its final purpose and turned into a pile of dust.

"The ninth barrier of the Golden Bell Shield signifies the limit of the number nine, which is also the pinnacle of the Divine Origin Realm. To advance further, one must break through to the True Pill Realm."

"However, without the assistance of the meat relic in the future cultivation, my Golden Bell Shield’s progress will return to its original pace," Qing Yu thought of his subsequent cultivation of the Golden Bell Shield in the True Pill Realm, and his eyes were filled with resignation.

What was the original pace of the Golden Bell Shield?

Slow, extremely slow.

Without external aid, it would take Qing Yu at least seven to ten years, perhaps even longer, to reach the twelfth barrier. That was an optimistic estimate, and if he encountered any bottlenecks, it could take even longer.

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