Chapter 280: Nine Vaults Mìfǎ

Fighting this bunch of brutes, techniques such as Entwining Hand and Cotton Palm are clearly useless.

You see those Línglì silk threads controlling these brutes; merely in the blink of an eye, they are forcibly snapped, utterly useless.

Xu Jie brandished his long sword, and in an instant his aura surged violently.

Not using swords for a long time, everyone probably forgot they are Divine Sword Peak disciples; even if Cotton Palm, Entwining Hand are strong, and body technique swift, their forte remains swordsmanship.

A sword thrust out, facing Xu Jie's attack, this Dragon Elephant Peak Inner Disciple had no intention to dodge, just went head-on.

This is the fighting style of Dragon Elephant Peak; though they look all showy normally, when they fight they are utterly brutish, completely unaware of how to turn.

A punch blasted out, violently colliding with Xu Jie's sword edge.

Purely relying on physical strength, they simply blasted the sword edge apart.

Although the fist also got wounded, blood flowing continuously, this injury is nothing to a Dragon Elephant Peak disciple.

A powerful physique not only gives them tremendous strength and defense, but also a terrifying regenerative ability.

In just a few breaths, the wound visibly healed.

"Really, they're a bunch of freaks."

Seeing this, Xu Jie didn't find it strange either; he'd long been used to it—this is just a bunch of beasts.

The battle continued; the competition for today's meal was especially fierce, and inside the kitchen, Capture Dragon had somehow already gathered with Hong Zun and a few others.

Gazing at the fragrant, colorful, delicious food in the pot, Capture Dragon kept swallowing his saliva and said.

"Senior Brother, do you Divine Sword Peak folks usually eat such delicacies?"

"So-so."

In response, Hong Zun curled his lips, damn it, I was careless earlier, didn't think moving Spirit City farther would lead to being discovered by this bunch of Dragon Elephant Peak brutes; now it's probably going to be tough.

I can't wait any longer, but Divine Sword Peak has its own rules, so Capture Dragon can only wait.

Fortunately, with his strength, he needn't worry about lack of food; he'll just stick with Hong Zun and them.

The most speechless are the disciples of Withered Wood Hermitage, who at this moment watch the Dao Yi Sect disciples locked in fierce combat.

All the little nuns of Withered Wood Hermitage had their eyes widened.

"Is this the strength of Dao Yi Sect disciples?"

Compared to now, before it was practically just playing house; look at this moment, sword qi shooting to the heavens, blood qi crisscrossing, such terrifying aftermath makes them dare not even approach.

"Senior Sister, why don't you go up and give it a try?"

A disciple looked at Xiu Ling and said, she too is an Inner Disciple of Withered Wood Hermitage; why not compete with the Dao Yi Sect's Inner Disciple?

Haven't you seen Xu Jie and them fighting so fiercely?

Upon hearing that, Xiu Ling turned her head to glance at that Junior Sister and said softly.

"Junior Sister, Senior Sister hasn't offended you, has she?"

You damn well look at these guys—are they even human? It's totally gods fighting; same age, but whether it's strength or cultivation, Xiu Ling has a huge gap compared to them.

In Withered Wood Hermitage, Xiu Ling is an Inner Disciple, but if placed in Dao Yi Sect, her strength would probably be around the top ten of the Inner Sect.

Fight these beasts? If you want me dead, just say it straight; don't beat around the bush.

"But what if we don't make a move?"

Not making a move means no position; no position means no food.

In response, Xiu Ling helplessly curled her lips and said.

"What can we do? Just smell the aroma."

"But I really want to eat."

"Then you go up."

Earlier, the disciples of Withered Wood Hermitage still dared to go up and mess around, but now they lack the courage.

It's obvious the Dao Yi Sect disciples have already gone all out.

The former Cotton Palm, Entwining Hand, Flowing Light Step—none of these work anymore.

Divine Sword Peak and Jade Maiden Peak disciples all had long swords in hand; Dragon Elephant Peak disciples were even more extravagant, directly activating the Nine Vaults Mìfǎ.

The Nine Vaults Mìfǎ, a unique body-refining cultivation method of Dragon Elephant Peak, is touted as the number one such method in Dongzhou.

So-called Nine Vaults: the form stores four, the spirit stores five, together they constitute the Nine Vaults to respond accordingly.

Regarding the Form Vaults: one, head and horns; two, ears and eyes; three, mouth and teeth; four, the chest—since form is divided into storage, it is named thus.

Regarding the Spirit Vaults: one, liver; two, heart; three, spleen; four, lungs; five, kidneys—the spirit is stored within, hence the name.

The Nine Vaults are like treasures hidden within the human body, and the function of the Nine Vaults Mìfǎ is to serve as the key to unlock these nine great treasures.

Practicing the Nine Vaults Mìfǎ, the Nine Vaults are not apparent in daily life, but actually they are constantly being tempered.

Once activated, physical strength erupts instantly; this is why Dragon Elephant Peak disciples, after employing the Nine Vaults Mìfǎ, undergo such drastic changes in physique.

Moreover, there is an even more terrifying trait: the Nine Vaults Mìfǎ has no side effects whatsoever.

As everyone knows, secret techniques are powerful, but they usually have some side effects; however the Nine Vaults Mìfǎ has none at all.

After a fierce scramble, the quotas for disciples of each rank gradually became set.

Divine Sword Peak still had the most, followed by Jade Maiden Peak, and lastly Dragon Elephant Peak.

Those who seized the positions were fewest; thus Dragon Elephant Peak disciples also curled their lips and said.

"How strange, how did everyone's strength become so strong?"

"You think my meal is free?"

As the mealtime arrived, the disciples queued to enter the kitchen; Ye Zhangqing, leaning by the kitchen door, held a large tea kettle, had just taken a sip of tea, casually glanced at the courtyard gate, and with a puff, spat out all the tea from his mouth.

What the hell is this.............

Only saw a burly man over four meters tall, whose sideways posture made it hard to enter the courtyard gate, forcibly squeezed his way in.

Moreover, it even directly caused the courtyard gate to collapse.

Where did this humanoid monster come from? Taking a closer look, holy shit, this isn't the Dragon Elephant Peak Senior Brother Wanxiang, is it?

Excitedly making his way to the vegetable basin, the originally large bowl, now held in Wanxiang's hand, looked like a tiny wine cup, incredibly petite.

"Smells great, Junior Brother Zhangqing, did you make all this?"

"Um...... right?"

Looking at a big man over four meters tall, as strong as a dragon-elephant, speaking gently to him, one hand still making the orchid-finger gesture, Ye Zhangqing's mouth twitched as he spoke.

At this moment, he believed the Dragon Elephant Peak practitioners were body cultivators, but damn, could you stop making the orchid-finger gesture?

With such a burly build, your palm is already the size of a tiger's head, and yet you're making the orchid-finger gesture—how weird is that?

Before even tasting it, saliva couldn't help but flow out.

Moreover, eating seems truly to be human nature; no teaching needed, these Dragon Elephant Peak disciples have self-taught themselves.

Take adding rice, for example—each Dragon Elephant Peak disciple presses down with all their might.

"Let me in."

His broad palm held the large bowl in one hand and the rice spoon in the other, gritting his teeth as he kept pressing.

For the Divine Sword Peak and Jade Maiden Peak disciples, this is routine—after all, the dishes are limited, but rice is something each person gets a bowl of, and as long as you can fit it, you can add as much as you like.

The large bowls are all the same; they were obtained by Hong Zun from somewhere, supposedly ordered specially made by a Weapon Refiner.

But now, with the Dragon Elephant Peak disciples' forceful pressing, with a pop, the damn bowl cracked.

"How fragile is this bowl?"

Wanxiang was still speechless, feeling he hadn't even used force yet when the bowl shattered; behind him, Zhao Zhengping also looked speechless and said.

"Damn, this is a rice bowl, not your Dragon Elephant Peak's diamond—take it easy."