Chapter 112

Four guards followed by Ning Zhuo’s side.

Among them were two at the Qi Refining stage and two at the Foundation Establishment stage, all dispatched by the Ning family to Ning Zhuo’s side.

Ning Zhuo was now very important and had a huge contribution to the Ning family’s exploration of the Magma Immortal Palace. The Ning family’s level of importance could be seen from these four guards.

Ning Zhuo left the family residence but did not return home immediately.

He went in and out of several shops, purchasing many special bricks, array disks, and other items for setting up arrays.

The four guards saw this and transmitted their voices to each other.

"This kid Ning Zhuo wants to build his own cultivation secret chamber."

"This kind of secret chamber has good defensive performance and can block spiritual sense. How are we to monitor him from now on? If we use magic tools, the commotion will be too big."

"Report this news to the Young Clan Leader."

"But then again, this kid is really quite rich."

"He is now the favorite in front of the Young Clan Leader and receives resource supplies from the three-family alliance, so he is naturally well-off."

Ning Zhuo finished his purchases and, sparing no cost, hired array masters to set them up.

Leaving the residence in the morning, by the afternoon, there was already a newly built small partition in his bedroom.

The partition was built entirely of stone bricks and equipped with a stone door, which could move left and right, opening and closing, according to the infusion of magic power and control of spiritual thoughts.

But the array had not yet been fully laid out, so the small partition had no defensive power.

Two of the four guards at the Qi Refining stage guarded the perimeter, constantly patrolling the small courtyard and outside the courtyard.

Of the two Foundation Establishment cultivators, one hid his figure, and one guarded the door of Ning Zhuo’s back room, closing his eyes to rest his mind.

The night grew deep.

Ning Zhuo opened his eyes, got out of bed gently, flipped a switch, and entered the underground workshop.

"He is a young man after all." A Foundation Establishment cultivator slowly opened his eyes, revealing a smile of being in control.

Ning Zhuo looked around the workshop, his expression nervous, first checking several places to see if there were any changes.

These were all detection methods he had set up; if an outsider entered here, it would likely cause changes in these places.

As a result, none of them had changed.

Under the spiritual sense monitoring of the two Foundation Establishment cultivators, Ning Zhuo let out a long sigh of relief, his brows relaxed, and his whole person relaxed.

He wandered around, touching this and moving that, as if he had returned to his own nest, exuding a sense of safety and comfort from the inside out.

He sat on a chair, stretched, and even let out a big yawn.

After resting for a short while, he slowly stood up.

He took out a meditation cushion from his storage bag and placed it in the very center of the room.

After sitting cross-legged, he took out several bottles of elixirs and placed them in front of him.

Both the meditation cushion and the elixirs made the two Foundation Establishment cultivators feel envious.

Ning Zhuo was only at the Qi Refining stage, but who made him the standout in the current three-family alliance’s modification team, receiving a large tilt of resources!

Before starting his cultivation, Ning Zhuo thought for a moment and took a handkerchief from his bosom.

The handkerchief was as white as snow, soft in texture, and had no patterns.

Ning Zhuo infused magic power into it.

Clouds of white gradually emerged from the square handkerchief, surrounding Ning Zhuo.

The white clouds piled up on each other, gradually shrouding Ning Zhuo completely.

The two Foundation Establishment cultivators frowned at the same time.

They transmitted their voices to each other: "This seems to be the Floating Cloud Handkerchief?"

"That’s right, it is this magic tool, which is produced in the Flying Cloud Kingdom."

"How does Ning Zhuo have it?"

"Hmm, it might be a legacy from his mother. Have you forgotten? The information says Ning Zhuo’s mother, Meng Yaoyin, came from the Flying Cloud Kingdom."

"Oh, I remember now! That must be it. But what should we do now? We can't perceive his cultivation situation."

"Floating clouds block the view; the Floating Cloud Handkerchief’s concealment ability is very strong. If it weren't, it wouldn't be so famous."

"It doesn't matter. We just need to ensure Ning Zhuo’s safety; monitoring is not the point. Of course, report this situation tomorrow morning."

Ning Zhuo had long had a plan and had envisioned various situations.

Just as the two Foundation Establishment cultivators guessed, this Floating Cloud Handkerchief was indeed his mother’s legacy.

Using this magic tool, the resulting floating clouds would have an excellent concealment effect.

With these clouds covering him, his cultivation situation would be difficult to leak.

Even if the golden pupils came to look, it would trigger the floating clouds to consume violently, giving Ning Zhuo enough warning and sufficient time to adjust.

Of course, risks still existed.

Means in the cultivation world are endless, with countless talents, spells, etc. Perhaps there was some method that could pierce through the floating clouds and observe Ning Zhuo’s true situation without even triggering the floating clouds’ anomaly.

Ning Zhuo had not failed to consider this point.

But the same saying applies—he had no choice, he could only do this. He had already tried his best.

The four major forces were large and powerful, and the overall cultivation progress of the modification team was rapid; Ning Zhuo’s previous obstruction measures would inevitably fail.

Zhu Xuanji’s constant investigations also brought huge pressure.

Ning Zhuo had to race against time!

A long defense will inevitably lead to a loss.

Even if he had meticulously built a line of defense against investigation for more than ten years, it would collapse.

He must seize the Magma Immortal Palace before everyone else!

Therefore, taking some risks in these areas was necessary.

The Demonic Dyeing Blood Tendon Technique refines essence blood.

The Five Elements Qi Law Technique breathes out magic power.

The Mirror Platform Psychic Technique forges spiritual thoughts.

The three cultivation techniques were practiced in turns, and various expensive and rare elixirs were put into his mouth one after another. Even the meditation cushion he sat on was a supplementary cultivation magic tool sent by the three-family alliance, which could raise Ning Zhuo’s cultivation speed.

The three cultivation techniques advanced side by side, and the progress was visible to the naked eye.

"There is no problem with the cultivation techniques."

"But various spells cannot be practiced, and the newly acquired prototype of the supernatural ability is the same."

Whenever Ning Zhuo thought of the prototype of the "Life Hanging by a Thread" ability, he felt an itch and wanted to use it to see the effect. But under these circumstances, he could only endure it.

On the top of Fire Persimmon Mountain, amidst the rolling clouds and smoke, Meng Chong was also practicing.

He floated in the air, his eyes closed, still in a coma.

The current City Lord of Fire Persimmon Immortal City, Meng Kui, floated above Meng Chong, reaching out to cover Meng Chong’s skull.

He drove his magic power, mobilized his essence, and infused it over.

Meng Chong was his own grandson, with the same bloodline, so a portion of Meng Kui’s essence blood could be naturally absorbed by Meng Chong.

Meng Chong benefited, his sunken eye sockets and protruding cheekbones were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Meng Kui, on the other hand, was visibly weakening.

Although he was at the Nascent Soul stage, he was a magic cultivator and had put little effort into his body.

Of course, a Nascent Soul level cultivator, even without focusing on the body, had a body foundation stronger than most Jin Dan body cultivators.

The most critical reason here was that the loss was too great.

The essence blood Meng Kui contributed would go through layers of purification, and only a very small part would be absorbed by Meng Chong. Although the share lost was extremely exaggerated, the benefit of doing so was that it could still make Meng Chong’s essence blood pure and pure, without a trace of foreign impurities.

Meng Kui originally didn't want to do this, but there was no other way.

He knew that the three-family alliance had made considerable progress in exploring the Magma Immortal Palace.

And Meng Chong was still stuck in Room No. 3 and had been in a coma ever since.

So, he had to take action.

"Meng Chong, my grandson, you should be the new master of the Magma Immortal Palace; why don't you wake up quickly?" Meng Kui transmitted his voice.

Meng Chong slowly opened his eyes: "Grandfather, I..."

Meng Kui transmitted his voice, telling him to close his eyes and rest, and actively recuperate.

Cultivators have three treasures: essence, energy, and spirit.

Meng Kui kept replenishing Meng Chong’s essence treasure until it was completely full before stopping.

His face was a bit sallow, and his eyes were slightly dim.

Meng Chong gained freedom and began to recount his encounter in Room No. 3.

Meng Kui currently couldn't suspect that the Golden Blood Battle Ape · Dasheng was a setup by other competitors. He stroked his beard and pondered, and after a moment said: "Your martial arts and the mechanical ape are quite different; even with special training, it will take a lot of time."

"Your time is quite important; you must seize the opportunity!"

"I have a method that can allow you to quickly make up for the gap, but it’s a bit painful."

Meng Chong was overjoyed and hurriedly said: "Grandfather, your grandson doesn't know what pain is! What is the method?"

"Lightning strike." Meng Kui said.

Meng Chong said "Oh": "What am I striking?"

Meng Kui shook his head: "It is you being struck."

"Ah?"

Meng Chong was about to continue speaking when suddenly a thunderclap sounded, and a flash of blue light suddenly appeared in the clouds and smoke.

Meng Chong was struck hard and was stunned on the spot. His whole body was charred on the surface, his hair exploded, and wisps of black smoke rose.

Rumble...

Thunderclaps echoed continuously in the clouds and smoke.

Meng Chong gritted his teeth, enduring it, and kept recalling the appearance of the Golden Blood Battle Ape · Dasheng in his heart: "I will definitely be able to practice it, I will get my revenge!"

Ning Residence.

Ning Xiaohui was also receiving special training.

She stretched out her hands and inserted them into a basin of ice cubes.

Suddenly, a force of extreme cold froze her heart, making her face pale and her whole body shiver from time to time.

"Hold on, Xiaohui." Ning Xiaohui’s grandmother was serious, cheering her on from the side.

"You have the talent of the Ice Fat Jade Hand, which is the best way to suppress that Ning Zhuo."

"Ning Zhuo’s talent has not yet been tested, and even if it is tested, there may not necessarily be mature means to further excavate it."

"You are different. Your Ice Fat Jade Hand has appeared many times in our clan."

"This is the advantage of the family."

"We have the same bloodline, practice similar cultivation techniques, and consume similar resources."

"There are many cultivation methods for the Ice Fat Jade Hand, all of which have been gradually explored by ancestors of past generations."

Ning Xiaohui was determined: "I understand, Grandmother, the Ice Fat Jade Hand has always been my greatest advantage."

"Once the special training is successful, what is that little Ning Zhuo?"

Zhou Family.

Several pipes were inserted into Zhou Zeshen’s body, and medicinal liquid kept flowing into his body along the pipes.

He practiced with all his might.

Zheng Family.

Zheng Jian kept practicing with the mechanical puppet, focused and concentrated, falling into a state of selflessness.

The competition surrounding the Magma Immortal Palace had already opened and entered a more intense stage.

The night was already deep.

Yuan Er tossed and turned, unable to sleep, unable to sleep soundly.

Ever since Yuan Dasheng passed away, he had been like this every night, feeling empty in his heart, without any sense of security.

"Why hasn't Uncle Dasheng’s mechanical creation been finished yet?"

"Tomorrow, tomorrow I will go find that Ning Zhuo!"

Inside the Magma Immortal Palace.

The Golden Blood Battle Ape · Dasheng squatted quietly in Room No. 3; when not activated, it was no different from bricks and stones.