Chapter 40: The Big Dipper Life Art

Because it was suppressed by talisman arrays.

Luo Fu’s qi circulation immediately slowed down.

Even the wings on his back began to flicker uncertainly, and his body slowly descended from the sky.

As if he might be forced back from the Reverse Life Third Stage by this Green Talisman Divine Array at any moment.

Luo Fu glanced far off at Shan Shitong and called out loudly: “Your talisman array truly has extraordinary power over qi. Next, I’ll respond with body techniques—watch out!!”

In the instant he finished speaking, Luo Fu’s breathing pattern changed abruptly.

Behind him, the image of the Big Dipper appeared out of thin air; the moment the second star ignited, Luo Fu vanished from his original spot.

Star Breathing · Second Form · Giant Gate Heavenly Spin!!

This was a sword form Luo Fu created based on the Thunder Breathing technique Thunder Flash, especially adept at speed.

In one-on-one combat, speed advantage can instantly be converted into terrifying lethality.

Luo Fu’s speed had become so fast it exceeded Shan Shitong’s neural reflexes. Though Shan Shitong clearly saw Luo Fu’s fleeting shadow, by the time he reacted, Luo Fu was already behind him.

“Itachi’ve lost!!”

A light voice came from behind.

Shan Shitong distinctly felt a faint prick on his neck.

He reached out and touched it—a thin line of blood appeared on his neck.

This was the mark left when Luo Fu swept past Shan Shitong, using his palm as a blade, his fingertips lightly brushing the skin.

Although Luo Fu had no intention of injuring Shan Shitong, even such a light brush at that extreme speed still left a wound two inches long on his neck. Though shallow, it made Shan Shitong feel the immense gap between them.

Due to the wound, Shan Shitong’s voice was slightly hoarse: “Thank Itachi, True Person Luo Fu!!”

Raising one hand high, Shan Shitong called out loudly: “I yield!!”

In the spectator stands.

Countless people stared in stunned silence.

“Incredible speed!! It’s like instantaneous teleportation!”

“Did anyone see how True Person Luo Fu appeared behind the Green Talisman God?”

“The Green Talisman God is injured—his neck is bleeding! True Person Luo Fu held back!”

Among the elders.

Lu Jin let out a smug hum, glanced boastfully at Wang Ai, and feigned modesty: “The Big Dipper Seven Stars—turned into some half-baked breathing technique? Useless except for brute close combat!”

“Enough, Old Lu, stop pretending. This kid developed a Big Dipper Seven Stars breathing life art on his own—others would be overjoyed! Don’t act like Itachi’re being modest when Itachi’re clearly enjoying yourself!” Zhang Zhi chuckled. He highly regarded Luo Fu’s unique Star Breathing, yet also believed it misunderstood the Big Dipper Seven Stars.

But Zhang Zhi would never say it outright.

After all, it’s normal for younger disciples to misinterpret classics and ancient traditions. Moreover, Zhang Zhi could sense that this so-called Star Breathing was still in its crude early stage. With future refinement, it would surely become a brilliant jewel among Daoist life arts. If paired with equal progress in nature cultivation, it might rival the Golden Light Spell in potential.

The Golden Light Spell is also a model of dual cultivation of life and nature; the so-called golden light is merely a byproduct of enhanced life and nature.

Luo Fu’s Star Breathing, in some ways, resembles an ancient Daoist method for enhancing life art, closely akin to the legendary Daoist Light-Traveling lineage.

Though Daoist Light-Traveling has long been abandoned due to evolving techniques and systems, some practitioners still achieved brilliance—like Ding An, one of the two heroes who survived on alms.

His Daoist Light-Traveling was no weaker than the Golden Light Spell in defense. Luo Fu’s Star Breathing holds similar potential.

Yet compared to others, Luo Fu’s Star Breathing breathing method is far more comprehensive, covering virtually all aspects of life art and body tempering.

Zhang Zhi couldn’t help but admire it.

Zhang Zhi saw it—and so did Wang Ai, Lu Ci, and the others.

Wang Ai snorted coldly: “Child prodigies often become mediocre adults. Besides, this boy’s fate authority is so immense it can even kill fortune-tellers who calculate for him. He must have secrets—perhaps he’s another Wu Gensheng!”

Upon hearing this, Lu Jin flew into a rage.

The two people he hated most in life were Wu Gensheng and the evil child Li Muxuan—who destroyed the San Yi Sect. He loathed them with every fiber of his being.

Now Wang Ai was comparing Luo Fu to Wu Gensheng—it was like stabbing Lu Jin in the lungs.

“Wang, Itachi bastard! If Itachi’ve got guts, come down and fight me! Let’s see if your mouth is as sharp as your hands!”

“Lu Jin, stop yelling every day. If Itachi want to fight, fine!” Wang Ai sneered at Lu Jin. “I’d like to know—after all these years, if someone slaps Itachi again, will Itachi still cry and pretend Itachi don’t care?”

Lu Jin’s face flushed red—Wang Ai had struck his weakest point.

“Fine, since Itachi agree, then what are Itachi waiting for? Pause the next match—we settle this first!”

In the instant he finished speaking, Lu Jin leapt forward and landed beside Luo Fu, who had not yet left the training ground.

“Boy, step down and watch closely. See how the second level of Reverse Life Third Stage is used!!”

Lu Jin unfastened his suit tie and stared at Wang Ai: “Wang, what are Itachi waiting for? Come down. Let me see how much Itachi’ve improved over these years!!”

Seeing Lu Jin disrupt the Grand Celestial Assembly’s competition,

Zhang Zhi had no choice but to stand up: “Old Lu, stop causing trouble. Let the children compete first. Itachi two old fools, over two hundred years combined—go fight anywhere Itachi want. The back mountains of Longhu Mountain are vast enough for Itachi both.”

“Old Lu!” Wang Ai chuckled amiably. “Grand Master Zhang is right—we’re here to observe, not to disrupt. Your temper needs taming. Itachi want to fight me? No need for such trouble. In the next match, let my great-grandson face your disciple. We’ll judge our superiority by their duel.”

“Fight a junior?” Lu Jin sneered. “How shameless. Your great-grandson has trained since childhood. My disciple Luo Fu? He’s only had less than three months since mastering primordial qi. How dare Itachi make such a demand?”

(End of Chapter)