Chapter 1395

"Come over quickly, I've been waiting for you." Yang Dongxiong patted the tabletop to urge him on.

"Here I am, here I am."

Xu Zishuai walked with a swagger, plopped down, picked up the teapot in front of Yang Dongxiong, didn't pour, just put his mouth to the spout and gulped it down, finished, chewed a couple of mouthfuls, spat out the clean tea leaves on the ground, wiped his mouth, let out a big sigh of relief, patted his belly: "Ah, so refreshing, I haven't drunk water all day, I'm practically dying of thirst.

This morning I taught a few idiots, three moves total, they just couldn't learn it no matter how hard they tried, I spit out all my saliva, got so angry I was fuming. By noon, I hadn't even taken a bite of my meal, then ran into some damn rabbit bastard, lost in a sparring match, grew resentful, during lunch break I brought people to block him in the dormitory, almost beat him to death, luckily the instructor noticed in time, just finished dealing with it."

"How is this such a big deal?" Lu Gang exclaimed in surprise.

"Hey, this isn't even a big deal. Third Senior Brother, you're always forging at the one-heart furnace, rarely come to the martial hall, so you don't know how messed up they are." Xu Zishuai jerked his chin at Yu Dun, "Ask Second Senior Brother, don't I have to send a few people to the government office every year for judgment, straight to the county magistrate?"

Yu Dun nodded: "Back then, our little martial arts school often had conflicts and friction, little junior brother just ran into it? Don't even say now that it's expanded into the martial hall, Tiannanhaibei, different accents, different identities, exclusion is even worse.

Considering the disciples are young, the martial hall side already avoids reporting to officials if possible, handles things internally, but there are still quite a few cases that can't be avoided."

Lu Gang sucked in a breath through his teeth.

A vermilion-lacquered tray was set down on the table, the maid brought another pot of fresh tea. Now that Xu Zishuai had quenched his thirst, he learned to pour tea, picked up an inverted cup and flipped it to pour out.

"Now you know, Third Senior Brother, it's all hard work, fortunately, next year the imperial court will start taking over, they want to sideline me and my master."

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Yang Dongxiong glared.

"Hey, there's no outsider, just joking around, it's just normal rotation." Xu Zishuai poured himself tea, deliberately lifted the pot high, trying to splash some foam into the cup, "By the way, I still haven't said why you called me over? Those people over there should be saved if they need saving, treated if they need treatment, their parents haven't even shown up."

"Senior Brother!" Liang Qu straightened his face, locked eyes with Xu Zishuai, got straight to the point, "Short story long, I might now have a method that could let Senior Brother directly enter Entering Zhen Xiang, instantly become a grand master, want to give it a try?"

Clang!

The teacup tipped over on the tabletop, hot water spread out.

The boiling water in the teapot splashed onto his hand and the teacup, making it slippery, Xu Zishuai instinctively reached to grip it, but instead squeezed the teacup out of his tiger's mouth, Yang Dongxiong leaned back, the speeding cup shattered against the wall in front of the hall.

Xu Zishuai startled, hurried to help Yang Dongxiong, then forgot the teapot he was holding in his hand, as he reached forward, the belly of the teapot hit the chair armrest, broke open a big hole.

Boiling water streamed down the teapot belly onto the ground, forming a puddle of hot mist.

Yang Dongxiong's face darkened, in a daze he'd shattered a fine set of purple clay ware: "Alright, you just stop bustling about, listen to your junior brother finish speaking, then decide—it's not too late."

Xu Zishuai suddenly understood, whirled around, grabbed Liang Qu's hand, gripped it tightly: "Junior brother, try it, why not try, is there some cost? Don't worry, aside from becoming ugly and having unspeakable secrets, I can accept anything, I————I so want to become a grand master, I dream of it. I want it so much————"

"Cough cough cough, Senior Brother Senior Brother, no need for this, no need for this, you've lost composure, lost composure ah, with Senior Brother's aptitude, even without me, entering Entering Zhen Xiang would still not be difficult."

"Yeah." Yu Dun nodded, "Among us, in terms of talent, aside from the little junior brother, you're the highest."

The reason only three people were called today is precisely because all three have reached their corresponding realm, all three are perfect in Tiger Hunting, just haven't opened the Mystic Light, only relying on the "Body Identification Method" to smelt the hundred meridians, taking a shortcut, otherwise they'd be like the former Yang Dongxiong.

Without the divine opportunity of the Heavenly Altar ritual equipment, for Yu Dun and Lu Gang, it's truly difficult. Whether they can succeed in the future? Probably yes, at least Liang Qu is here, even if he does nothing, several senior brothers similarly relying on their relationship will be forced to increase their original "income."

Take Third Senior Brother Lu Gang for example, under roughly similar circumstances, who wouldn't want to find Lu Gang to forge spirit weapons? This guy happens to be the beloved close friend of the Huai King!

Not Liang Qu blowing his own horn like Wang Po, boasting, the white ape's reputation among demons is perhaps just so-so, entirely relying on being able to fight; among humans, Liang Qu is like a spit and a nail, his reputation is out there, picking up a bit isn't a bad thing.

With more income, naturally one can purchase Treasure Items that aid in achieving Heaven-Man Unity.

Under such circumstances, with Liang Qu again resolving the long-breath problem, bringing forth Entering Zhen Xiang isn't too difficult, as long as the person puts in enough effort, it's just a matter of ten years, twenty years.

Xu Zishuai is somewhat special, Fourth Senior Brother, generally speaking, if Liang Qu weren't around, and if he weren't stuck by the long-breath condition, he'd be the only one with a considerable probability of achieving Entering Zhen Xiang on his own.

For him, bringing it forward now is good, but not that important.

"Senior Brother, this method has two major hidden dangers, one, although the possibility is small, just speculation, after using my method, your realm might possibly become permanently fixed, unable to make even the slightest progress."

"Ah, this won't do, this won't do." Xu Zishuai startled, changed color, waved his hands, "I have immortal dao potential, no no no."

Liang Qu laughed, he had guessed as much.

The reason I called for Xu Zishuai is because I'm worried not about having too few, but about unevenness.

Just like actively giving double compensation to the Turtle King and Frog King, people cannot be too self-important, thinking that whatever they do, others will naturally accept it without hesitation, even if it's a benefit.

Sometimes there may indeed be no thoughts, but given enough time, as long as it's a wise creature, that kind of indifference in conduct, not caring, not balancing, will inevitably give rise to emotional rifts.

Liang Qu then looked toward Yu Dun and Lu Gang: "Secondly, even if successful now, it will still slowly decline, if luck is good, one can rely on the experience of advancing early to stall, if luck is bad, perhaps one will fall back to Tiger Hunting."

Silence.

Having been Liang Qu's sect brothers for over ten years, many things they no longer doubt whether they can be done.

"Junior Brother, you said the realm might become fixed, what's the probability?" Yu Dun asked.

His heart was moved.

Among the three, his talent is undoubtedly "the worst," ten years—how many tens of years does a person have in life? Moreover, how would falling back be?

Is the Heavenly Altar for helping people open the Mystic Light? No, it's for briefly glimpsing Heaven-Man Unity, then borrowing that vague feeling to comprehend opening the Mystic Light.

Ignoring the downsides, the upside is, possibly gaining an extra ten, twenty years of life, how many tens of years does a person have in life? At the same time gaining immense breakthrough experience, so, to put it bluntly, the downsides ultimately boil down to the first one.

Liang Qu pondered for a long time: "Less than one percent, whether it exists or not, I actually don't know, it's just a calculation based on the worst-case scenario."

He could have continued experimenting with Xiong Yiheng and them.

But first, the relationship ultimately isn't that close, raising the realm would be too shocking to hear, second, Liang Qu wants to know whether Jumang has an effect on breaking through, the value verification of soaring horse into wolf smoke and tiger hunting into Entering Zhen Xiang are completely different, soaring horse into wolf smoke is still just blood and qi accumulation, same quality different transformation, what he wants to know is whether this kind of quality change holds.

"If I were to try it, could it help my junior brother?"

"Yes! Very helpful, greatly helpful!"

Yu Dun turned his head, looked toward Yang Dongxiong: "Master, I want to try it."

"Senior Brother!"

"Third Junior Brother, Fourth Junior Brother, you don't need to rush either, wait until I try it, if successful, you can cultivate, then it won't be too late to act."

"This————"

Yang Dongxiong opened his mouth again, but didn't know where to start persuading.

Yu Dun is the Second Senior Brother, on most days when Yang Xu isn't around, he is practically the "Senior Senior Brother," not a child who needs others to lead him on a small path, dodging carriages.

"Senior Brother————Why bother, it's just ten years————" Xu Zishuai wanted to advise, but was stopped by Lu Gang reaching out to block him.

Lu Gang looked toward Yu Dun.

Yu Dun smiled, then looked toward Liang Qu, then looked at Yang Dongxiong: "Master, if the little junior brother hadn't come, what were your expectations for me?"

Yang Dongxiong thought for a moment: "Your mother-in-law always says you're straightforward and plain-spoken, in the future Zishuai will likely go far to a foreign land, Lu Gang will go to Huaiyin Prefecture, Shaoqin and Cao Rang will inherit the family business, struggling out there.

Only you will inherit the martial hall, become a decent grand martial artist, turn into me, stay in Pingyang Town, and Hu Qi and Chang Song will come to help.

"Yes, a decent grand martial artist." Yu Dun said, "Little junior brother became our little junior brother, and aside from the first two or three years, he has always been taken care of by us.

Without the little junior brother, I think, master and senior brother would not have reached Zhen Xiang even now, been able to get to today, completed the tiger hunt, and refined the hundred meridians—this is all thanks to the little junior brother's help.

If we waited ten more years to reach Zhen Xiang, it would merely be continuing to ride the little junior brother's coattails; instead of always borrowing that wind, I want to move a step faster, lend a hand, and try once.

Having said this, everyone fell silent.

"What kind of vital energy does Senior Brother want?" Liang Qu flipped through the vital energy in the Ze Ding, "I have top-grade — "

"Xuan Huang."

"Xuan Huang?"

"Shouldn't the little junior brother have some?"

"There is some — "

"Originally a decent grand martial artist wanting to become a decent grand master." Yu Dun stepped back half a pace, bowed, "In this world, being decent is already good enough—thank you, little junior brother."

Liang Qu bowed seriously: "Thank you, second senior brother."

【Heaven and Earth Vital Energy: Twenty-one】

Nine strands of Xuan Huang, seven strands of Gan Lu, two strands of Huang Ni Mu, one strand of Hui Feng Fan Huo, one strand of Jian Xi, one strand of Chi Qi.

This is Liang Qu's entire reserve; drawing out one strand of Xuan Huang, adding ten thousand essence to become a spirit fish, leaving twenty.

"These fruits can all help Senior Brother open the Xuan Guang; I asked Master Weng Dan about their properties—Senior Brother can just eat a piece directly."

Xu Shi arranged the cultivation room; Yang Dongxiong, Yu Dun, Lu Gang, and Xu Zishuai stood together.

Liang Qu gave earnest instructions.

As his mastery over Ji Mang grew more proficient, Liang Qu discovered several more traits.

"Regrowth" and "Retraction" seem to work only on living things—for example, they must be spirit plants, not refined elixirs.

Vital energy likewise cannot regrow; vital energy or authority fragments cannot, by nature, use authority to elevate authority.

However, the elixirs produced by fusion cannot stack, but the different spirit medicines used as raw materials can all "further elevate"!

Various and sundry.

Fortunately, this batch is all regrowth.

"Senior Brother, are you ready?"

Yu Dun nodded, grabbed the spirit plant from the table, swallowed the spirit medicine in one gulp, and the elevated spirit medicine began to take effect.

Liang Qu pressed his finger to Yu Dun's brow; in an instant, the cool sensation felt like a sapling taking root and sprouting, digging deep!

"Ah!!!" The Pot King let out a sharp, explosive cry, "How dare you, brat, harm me! How dare you harm me! You really are having an affair with the Ape King! I'll fucking blow you up!"

The Blue-Capped King turned a deaf ear, finished writing the visitation card, and ordered his subordinates to go to Dashun to distribute it.

Tired.

Every day noisy, every day chaotic.

Better to end this day-long howling of the Pot King sooner.

"Little monkey, where is your master?"

Lan Jicai looked left and right, finally lowered his head.

The Golden-Haired Monkey King crouched on the roof, picking at his fur, pulling out lice; hearing this, he pointed toward the door.

"Not at home?"

The Monkey King nodded.

"Really troublesome."

Lan Jicai wiped his sweat, muttered a complaint, and kept running without stopping, having heard that "Lord Ninth Yang" had once been seen at the Yang residence, so he hurried to knock on the door.

"How come it's Mr. Lan personally delivering the medicine dregs?" Liang Qu received the summons, stepped out of the Yang residence.

"Only a fool would come deliver you medicine dregs; good thing I'm delivering something else, just passing by." Lan Jicai pulled out his Qiankun bag, first tossing a cloth bundle.

Liang Qu opened it; inside were many dry, withered, yellowish things, like sugarcane dregs—completely spiritless, ordinary, even less lively than roadside weeds.

After the spirit plants and spirit fish die, the marsh essence will quickly drain away—unknown —

Full of anticipation.

Pinched a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Wow, you've gone mad from hunger—doesn't the Dragon Girl feed you at home? You come out and even eat medicine dregs?" Lan Jicai, rummaging for a second item, was shocked, then thought of the location: "Could it be you two had a fight? She kicked you out, and you came to live at your master's place?"

【Marsh Essence +354】

Indeed!

Liang Qu's lips curled, he flipped his wrist, took it all in: "Just tasting it, and besides, the subtlety—Mr. Lan doesn't know either."

"Strange taste." Lan Jicai shook his head, "Good things have all been stripped away by immortals—what subtlety? Worse than eating stones, not even fit for dogs.

If it weren't for the pharmacy needing to uniformly process medicine dregs, clean them every half month for convenience in checking embezzlement or shortchanging, there'd be no chance to fish you out from the trash bin.

Liang Qu stiffly turned his head: "Trash bin?"

"Hahaha, just teasing you." Lan Jicai clapped, "They all say the medicine dregs are uniformly recycled—of course they also need to be sorted by type."

"————" Liang Qu speechless, he had just felt a strange taste in his mouth, "Mr. Lan still hasn't said why he came to find me—could it be that Your Majesty has an edict?"

"You yourself entrusted me with this matter, you yourself first forgot it,, found it."

Dong!

Heavy object fell on the table, icy coldness instantly spread.

This is!

Liang Qu was greatly startled.

Then he heard Lan Jicai boast proudly.

"You wanted the charm fruit container, after more than half a year of effort, I finally managed to make it—how is it? Awesome, isn't it, Blue Brother?"

"It's so precious, I wouldn't dare send someone to deliver it—I came myself."

"You ran? Didn't you take the waterway?"

"This thing has become so powerful it can't even travel by waterway anymore."

"Impressive, truly impressive!"

Liang Qu was overjoyed.

In total, it's not just medicinal dregs—the charm fruit container has arrived!

According to my guess, perhaps the charm fruit has always been in the Marsh Cauldron, isolated from refinement; with the container, I can now attempt to subdue another position fruit!

If I'm ruthless enough, I can even add another layer of insurance, increasing the odds of victory once more.

Lan Ji Cai secretly observed.

"Container, white ape, charm fruit—does the white ape also know the refinement method of the charm fruit, lacking only a container that would allow Liang Qu to stably bear it?"

"Hey, great kindness needs no thanks—please, Mr. Lan, experience a bit of Jianghuai charm! Come on, come on, let's go soak in the hot springs at Mount Pingyang today!"

November 3rd. The Sacred Emperor's barge docked toward Southern Zhili.

Lan Gai Wang brought the Pot King, smoothly entering the Jianghuai Eastern Waters; the Great River Otter unfurled the map, dove into the waterway; on the surface, the aquatic beasts constructing the "branch office" received notice and departed one after another, leaving only a massive "construction site."

All events proceeded in orderly fashion.

Make sure to finish everything before the Sacred Emperor arrives!

"We meet again, Pot King."

"Ah, ah, ah!" the Pot King let out a sharp, explosive cry, "Monkey! Monkey! Monkey!"

Liang Qu extended his little finger, dug into his ear—how is there still an old insect face?

However—

The white ape stepped onto the water surface, silently observing.

Liang Qu did not let the Harbor Master come, confused exchange, no outsiders left or right—he directly transformed, and the Pot King didn't even notice the problem, proving that after nearly a month of devastation, its nerves had weakened to what extent, and how frail it had become.

"Actually, I'm an ape, not a monkey—forget it, what's the point of explaining this to you?"

The white ape slashed its finger, then struck out fiercely—three blood lines drifted apart!

In the Pot King's dazed, staring pupils, a pair of giant hands that covered the sky and blotted out the sun suddenly pressed down.

"Ah, ah, don't come over here!!!"