Chapter 77

He felt he benefited a lot, and his understanding of martial arts deepened by another layer.

His mood was also quite good; this Xiao Xiao Yuanshan was indeed a mobile martial arts treasure house!

After Xiao Xiao Yuanshan finished reciting.

Ning Chuan also targeted some martial arts he cultivated, especially those Songshan Shaolin unique skills whose power was limited because there was no corresponding mental method.

And some areas where he was not perfect, or even had hidden dangers, when condensing martial arts aura and real pills.

Relying on his heaven-defying comprehension, as well as his profound understanding of the Nine Yin Manual and Huang Huang Yaoshi's Grandmaster notes.

He optimized and improved them one by one, and gave him some pointers.

Xiao Xiao Yuanshan listened to Ning Chuan's pointers, which pointed directly to the core and were incisive, and felt enlightened!

Many cultivation problems that had plagued him for many years, as well as some hidden injuries and dangers left by forced cultivation.

Under Ning Chuan's few pointers, they were all solved!

He even felt that if he re-cultivated according to the method pointed out by Ning Chuan, his strength could be improved by at least another one or two tenths!

What kind of terrifying comprehension was this?! What kind of high martial arts realm?!

His reverence and admiration for Ning Chuan had reached an insurmountable level!

He began to rejoice that he had chosen to submit; this was simply a heaven-sent opportunity!

Just then, Qu Qu Lingfeng walked in from outside the courtyard and bowed respectfully to Ning Chuan:

"Report to the Island Master, how should the captives captured yesterday be dealt with? Please give instructions, Island Master."

Ning Chuan heard this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said indifferently:

"Take me to see."

He first came to the dungeon where West Poison Ouyang Feng was locked.

At this moment, Ouyang Feng no longer had the hero's spirit of the past, lying on the damp straw like a dead dog.

His meridians were shattered, his internal energy was lost, his face was as pale as paper, his eyes were scattered, filled with fear and despair.

Seeing Ning Chuan's massive and majestic flood dragon body appear outside the prison door.

Ouyang Feng's body trembled violently involuntarily, and he said hoarsely:

"Flood... Flood Dragon... give me a quick death... kill me... kill me..."

He knew that falling into the hands of such an existence, there was no possibility of survival, only seeking a quick death to avoid torture.

Ning Chuan ignored his begging.

A strange light flashed in his pale golden dragon pupils.

Heavenly Flood Bewitching God Eye, quietly activated!

An invisible mental energy fluctuation instantly invaded Ouyang Feng's sea of consciousness!

Although Ouyang Feng was once a peak Grandmaster expert, his mental will was extremely powerful.

But at this moment, he was severely injured, his mind was lost, and he was intimidated by Ning Chuan's dragon might, unable to resist the erosion of the Heavenly Flood Bewitching God Eye at all.

Soon, his eyes became blank, like a puppet.

Ning Chuan easily learned all the martial arts he knew from his chaotic memory.

Including the world-famous Toad Technique, as well as Spirit Snake Fist, etc.

These martial arts, although carrying a trace of evil, also had some exquisite points worth borrowing.

After learning all the martial arts, Ning Chuan lost interest in Ouyang Feng.

This person had done many evil things, and unlike Xiao Xiao Yuanshan, who had strong obsessions that could be used, his flood blood was not omnipotent; it had to be completely controlled by willingness.

Moreover, he could also see that Ouyang Feng was cold-hearted and fickle, and could never truly submit.

Keeping him would only be a disaster.

The Heavenly Flood Bewitching God Eye currently could only perform relatively deep mental control on martial artists below the Grandmaster level.

The effect on peak Grandmasters like Ouyang Feng was limited.

Since that was the case, then just kill him directly.

Cold light flashed in Ning Chuan's eyes, and a condensed flood dragon energy shot out from his fingertips, instantly piercing through Ouyang Feng's eyebrows.

This once world-famous West Poison didn't even have time to let out a scream before he died completely.

Qu Qu Lingfeng on the side was terrified, cold sweat dripping.

West Poison Ouyang Feng, one of the Five Greats, just... died like this?!

Died so easily, so cleanly?!

He had a brand new understanding of the strength and ruthlessness of his own acting Island Master.

Ning Chuan was indifferent, as if he had just crushed a negligible ant.

He said to Qu Qu Lingfeng: "West Poison, that's all, it doesn't count for anything."

"As long as you are willing to cultivate hard, in time, you may not be able to become a more powerful existence than him."

Qu Qu Lingfeng and others' bodies trembled.

This was excitement.

They would not question Ning Chuan's words; in a short time, Ning Chuan had already become a god in their hearts!

Immediately.

Ning Chuan stepped toward the dungeon where the Purple-Clad Dragon King was.

Unlike West Poison, this Purple-Clad Dragon King had a great possibility of being subdued.

Ning Chuan arrived at another dungeon where the Purple Shirt Dragon King, Dai Dai Qisi, was being held.

Unlike the damp and dark cell of Ouyang Feng, this one appeared somewhat clean and tidy.

Clearly, the disciples of Taohuadao still retained a measure of due respect for this former "number one beauty in the world."

At this moment, Dai Dai Qisi had shed the aged disguise of Granny Golden Flower and recovered her original, peerless appearance.

She was dressed in a pale purple court gown; though imprisoned, she could not hide her peerless grace and beauty that could topple kingdoms.

Her skin was whiter than snow, her brows like paintings, her nose delicate and lips like cherries; she was like a goddess from the nine heavens descended into the mortal world.

Yet, those bright eyes of hers, which once sparkled with life and could capture souls, were now filled with exhaustion, confusion, and a trace of sorrow that was hard to conceal.

Seeing Ning Chuan’s majestic dragon body slowly glide into the cell,

Dai Dai Qisi’s delicate frame trembled slightly, and a complex light flashed in her eyes.

There was fear, unwillingness, and also a hint of... inexplicable anticipation.

She knew that her life and death rested on a single thought from this mysterious dragon before her.

Qu Qu Lingfeng, Huang Rong, and the others followed behind Ning Chuan and walked in.

When they saw Dai Dai Qisi’s true face, that beauty so stunning it seemed divine,

even a person as steady as Qu Qu Lingfeng could not help but be momentarily dazed.

Huang Rong’s small mouth opened slightly, a flash of astonishment in her eyes.

She prided herself on her own appearance, but before this Purple Shirt Dragon King, she seemed to lack a bit of mature charm and that unique exotic flair.

Only Ning Chuan remained calm, his expression as still as an ancient well.

In his eyes, no matter how beautiful the skin, it was merely a skeleton in disguise, a fleeting cloud.

Only eternal strength was his true pursuit.

His pale golden dragon eyes watched Dai Dai Qisi calmly, and he spoke directly, his voice majestic and blunt:

"Dai Dai Qisi, this seat gives you a choice."

"Submit to me, and this seat can not only help you recover your cultivation base but even take you to the next level, allowing you to glimpse deeper realms of the Dao of Wu Gong."

"At the same time, I can solve the threat of the Persian Ming Sect, so you are no longer constrained by them."

"Or, you can choose to resist to the end, in which case there is only... a dead end."

Ning Chuan’s voice carried not a shred of emotion, yet it was filled with unquestionable majesty and powerful self-confidence.

Upon hearing this, Dai Dai Qisi’s delicate body shook violently!

Her originally dim eyes suddenly erupted with an incomparably brilliant light, like stars lit in the dark night!

Recover her cultivation? Reach a higher level? Solve the threat of the Persian Ming Sect?!

This... this was simply the thing she dreamed of most!

The reason she had been willing to disguise herself as Granny Golden Flower, traveling the Wu Lin and offending major sects, was precisely to find a way to crack the strange Wu Gong on the Holy Fire Tablets of the Persian Ming Sect, and to find an opportunity to return to Persia and reclaim the position of Sect Master!

And now, this mysterious dragon before her promised to help her achieve all of this?!