Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 1772 - 1768: People from Destroy Holy Temple Arrive! (Three more!)

Chapter 1772: Chapter 1768: People from Destroy Holy Temple Arrive! (Three more!)

Ren Feifan’s suggestion wasn’t without merit as a solution. The two exchanged a glance. Their figures moved in unison!

One finger swiftly pressed against the center of Ren Feifan’s brow.

A radiant glow of deep blue and gold erupted from Ren Feifan’s brow, surging straight into his mind.

Ren Feifan felt a splitting headache, as if something was forcibly being crammed inside!

The "Nine Revolutions Mystic Art" and the "Divine Demon Chaos Technique," aren’t these cultivation techniques legendary?

Either one of them placed in the Hidden Gate would attract countless powerful cultivators fighting over it!

One of these techniques alone would be enough to make someone’s mind explode, let alone both!

If Ren Feifan weren’t at the sixth level of Body Refinement, he would’ve already burst to death!

Two immense streams of information repeatedly collided in Ren Feifan’s mind!

It was agonizing beyond belief!

A few minutes later, the chaos gradually stabilized.

Ren Feifan, whose face had initially appeared pale, finally let out a long sigh of relief.

He quickly glanced over the cultivation methods and operational pathways of the two techniques.

They were dense and incomprehensible.

Even though he had now stepped into the Life Loss Realm, practicing them would still prove challenging.

This was like throwing a university-level calculus book to an elementary school student—how could they understand it?

Ren Feifan stretched his muscles and rubbed his temples. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he hurriedly asked Elder Wind, "Elder Wind, didn’t you say earlier that you wanted to set up a formation to teach me the Six Paths Sword Art? Could this mysterious space work?"

This was a question Ren Feifan hadn’t asked the last time.

Elder Wind seemed to realize something at last. He glanced around before saying, "Though this place is a bit cramped, it can barely be used. However, once you and I spar, no idle individuals can step in or interrupt!"

The Demon King, of course, knew that the so-called idle individuals were referring to him!

He snorted coldly and said to Ren Feifan, "What’s so great about the Six Paths Swordsmanship? Do you think the Demon Sect lacks powerful martial arts techniques? Kid, do you remember the ’Heavenly Demon Finger’? That was just my weakest cultivation technique. If you want martial arts techniques, I have a ton of them! Swordsmanship, blade techniques, palm techniques, evasion techniques—you name it, the Demon Sect has it!"

The Demon King wasn’t about to let any challenge go unanswered!

Ren Feifan looked at the two of them and shook his head helplessly before saying, "If that’s the case, then over the next few days, I’ll set up the formation. Once it’s complete, I’ll train in the cultivation techniques while also extracting the sword techniques.

And you two shouldn’t argue anymore. If you truly want to prove who’s better, give me your strongest martial arts techniques. When the time comes, I’ll naturally tell you who’s stronger!"

Ren Feifan’s plan was simple—provoke them to reveal their best martial arts techniques. If he couldn’t trigger this rivalry, his efforts would be in vain.

An hour later, under the guidance of the two, Ren Feifan managed to activate each of their techniques slightly.

Ren Feifan successfully activated the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art within fifteen minutes, thanks to his foundation in the Nine Yang Divine Art.

As for the Divine Demon Chaos Technique, it took him a full forty-five minutes to roughly grasp its operational pathways. It was an excruciating challenge.

After training in both techniques, Ren Feifan was drenched in sweat without realizing it!

Ren Feifan returned to reality and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

While showering, he noticed that the dragon tattoos on both of his arms had completely changed. The dragon tattoo on his right arm shimmered brilliantly in gold,

as if symbolizing Elder Wind’s Nine Revolutions Mystic Art.

The black dragon tattoo on his left arm had turned a deep blue, its dragon eyes appearing to gleam menacingly.

It seemed to represent the Divine Demon Chaos Technique, embodying a power of sinister energy.

In addition, both arms emitted a sticky black residue, as if expelling some impurity from his body.

It was somewhat intriguing.

Looking at the peculiar changes to his arms, Ren Feifan smiled self-mockingly, "Does this mean half of my body wields demonic techniques while the other half wields the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art? If I keep training, will I develop a split personality?"

Shaking off the thought, he finished his shower and wrapped the tattoos on his arms with bandages to keep them hidden.

These tattoos were his secret.

Afterward, Ren Feifan donned his clothes and walked around the Holy Hall. He was surprised to find several cultivation rooms exuding breakthrough energy waves.

It seemed the disciples of the Holy Hall were training hard.

Yet at this moment, the entire Holy Hall felt eerily quiet. Aside from a handful of gatekeeping disciples, most were immersed in cultivation.

Ren Feifan contemplated for a few seconds before returning to the cultivation room to operate those two techniques again.

...

Meanwhile, at the boundary between the Hidden Gate and the mundane world.

The Heavenly Gate opened.

Six figures stepped out from the Hidden Gate.

The armored gatekeepers narrowed their gazes slightly at the newcomers.

Gasp—they were five God Sea Realm cultivators!

Although their spiritual energy and cultivation levels were concealed by spiritual objects to escape the Heavenly Path’s observation, the gatekeepers had their own ways of assessing their opponents’ cultivation levels.

Five God Sea Realm cultivators heading to the mundane world—this hadn’t happened in years.

With the Heavenly Path suppressing spiritual energy in the mundane world, unless these five had methods to avoid being detected, trouble would arise.

"By the way, has anything unusual occurred recently in the Capital City?" Luo Wuqing asked.

The gatekeepers froze, their expressions growing increasingly strange, as, a few days ago, an Alchemist had asked the exact same question!

And he too had gone to the Capital City!

Damn, what’s happening in the Capital City that’s drawing so many powerful figures here?

If these cultivators clashed, trouble would undoubtedly ensue.

Luo Wuqing frowned at the gatekeepers. "Why do you look so strange?"

One of the gatekeepers flinched and immediately knelt, hurriedly saying, "Sir, I meant no offense. It’s just that a few days ago, someone else asked the same question."

Luo Wuqing’s expression brightened: "Do you still remember what this person looked like? Can you draw their likeness?"

He suspected the individual might have had some connection to the deaths of Luo Wuwei and Pan Jueyun.

His instincts told him so!

The gatekeeper shook his head regretfully, "Too many people pass between the mundane world and the sects. I can’t recall the specifics of their appearance, but they seemed quite young."

Luo Wuqing realized he couldn’t extract further information and turned to the five accompanying figures.

"Esteemed elders, allow me to escort you to the Capital City."

The disciples of the Destroy Holy Temple nodded impassively.

They released their spiritual sense, fully grasping their surroundings.

One of the Destroy Holy Temple disciples furrowed his brows and snorted coldly: "The spiritual energy here is so sparse—just a bunch of ants. I can’t bear to stay here a moment longer. Let’s move quickly."

"Junior Brother, when in Rome, you ought to take things as they come. Elder Luo entrusted us with this mission, which we must complete carefully. The fact that he dispatched five God Sea Realm cultivators suggests the significance of this place. I advise we remain cautious,"

said a bearded middle-aged man.

The disciple of the Destroy Holy Temple hesitated, then nodded: "Senior Brother’s advice is well-taken."

With that, the five Destroy Holy Temple disciples followed Luo Wuqing toward the Capital City.

By dusk, the group finally arrived at the western mining site of the Capital City.