Chapter 219: The Path of the Non-Human, Hundred Beasts Thunder Dragon (Combined)

"Weeding... weeding..."

Li Yuan was stunned, then Yu Yu Xuanji responded with a bitter smile:

"You also..."

He knew Old Han's style of action was always simple and crude, but this was simply too crude.

According to the intelligence from Yunshu Lou, during the previous Dragon-Tiger Banquets, anyone who dared to attack the invitees was invariably purged by the Dragon-Tiger Temple afterward.

Even if the Fire Dragon Temple wanted to act against him, they would have to drag in other forces from Dechang Prefecture, even the Zhenwu Hall, just to find a scapegoat.

Old Han this...

"Is 'weeding' feasible?"

Glancing at Li Yuan who asked seriously, Han Han Chuijun laughed silently and shook his head repeatedly:

"Of course, it is not feasible!"

Most of the people invited to the Dragon-Tiger Banquet he knew; although there were some with excellent bone structure and talent, compared to the current Li Yuan, they were far inferior.

There was no necessity to act.

"Not feasible, that is good."

Li Yuan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart; he truly feared Old Han would act.

In legends, a grandmaster who comprehends Yin and Yang possesses the ability to lock souls from a thousand li away; once pursued by such a person, escape is almost impossible.

"There are indeed thousands of sects under heaven, but there are only five Dao Sects; these are colossal entities even older than the Dayun imperial court..."

Han Han Chuijun tasted two bites of food; after traveling for several months, his mouth truly lacked flavor, but tasting it now, his appetite opened greatly, and he casually chatted with Li Yuan.

Mainly about the Dragon-Tiger Temple and the other Dao Sects.

"One thousand four hundred years ago, the Dayun Taizu enfeoffed the world; except for the Henglong Dao where the capital lies, the five Daos and nineteen prefectures were entirely distributed among the sects under heaven; among them, those dominating the five Daos are the Dao Sects..."

The structure of the Dayun Dynasty was created single-handedly by Dayun Taizu Pang Pang Wenlong and has remained unchanged for one thousand four hundred years.

However, the five Wudadao Sects were not enfeoffed; during the Great Zhou Dynasty before Dayun, these five Dao Sects were already the most supreme forces.

Li Yuan listened quietly; some of what Old Han said was not even in the Library Tower.

"It is said that the reason the five Wudadao Sects have flourished without decline is also related to the Daoist Tianyun Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing..."

Han Han Chuijun held his wine cup.

Li Yuan heard his voice but saw no movement of his lips: "What is this?"

"Transmitting sound into secrecy, a small trick."

Han Han Chuijun drained the wine in his cup and transmitted sound into secrecy:

"Divine weapons choose their masters, and the Daoist Tianyun Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing is no exception; once a master is recognized, even if someone can slay the master of the Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing, the Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing will vanish, appearing again only after at least several hundred years..."

Transmitting sound into secrecy, ah.

Li Yuan very much wanted to know if only he could hear this voice and what the principle behind it was.

Using internal Qi to vibrate the air outside the eardrum?

Li Yuan calmed his thoughts and listened to Old Han recount past events.

"It is said that two thousand three hundred years ago, the dispute between the Dragon Seal Holy Monk and the Pure Yang Taoist over the Dao was precisely about a mouthful of Daoist Tianyun Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing! And they truly comprehended the mysteries of the Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing, completely mastering that Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing!"

Li Yuan stood up to pour wine; Han Han Chuijun accepted it without refusal, eating vegetables while drinking, his mouth never stopping, his voice never stopping:

"Although it is merely a legend, I believe it is highly probable; otherwise, on what basis do these families have Land Immortals generation after generation?"

Speaking of Land Immortals, ripples inevitably rose in Han Han Chuijun's heart; he pursued the Split-Sea Black Whale Hammer partly because of the ancestral masters of past generations, and partly because he pinned his hope on the Split-Sea Black Whale Hammer to change his fate.

He considered his own bone structure and comprehension no worse than others, but without a shocking fortune, the Land Immortal realm would ultimately remain out of reach...

"Completely master?"

Li Yuan's heart stirred slightly, and he subconsciously sensed the Split-Sea Black Whale Hammer within the Weapon-Commanding Space.

This hammer has two sets of conditions for command; could what Old Han called 'completely master' refer to this?

"Your master originally thought of entrusting someone to send you to the Dragon-Tiger Temple, but I didn't expect..."

Han Han Chuijun shook his head; he truly did not expect the Dragon-Tiger Banquet; originally, he had planned to use the connections of Gong Gong Jiuchuan.

"You..."

Li Yuan felt somewhat overwhelmed by the favor; Old Han considered this too thoroughly.

"You being recognized by the Split-Sea Black Whale Hammer is a great fortune, but also a great crisis. If one day you are discovered, only the Dao Sects can protect you."

Han Han Chuijun sighed in his heart; this was a path he had once sought for himself, but alas, he had no fate with the Split-Sea Black Whale Hammer...

"Thank you, Master."

Li Yuan stood tall and bowed deeply.

"I have strayed too far."

Han Han Chuijun waved his hand: "Let's return to the Dragon-Tiger Temple; the Dragon-Tiger Temple's lineage spans over two thousand years, and its hierarchy is as strict as the imperial court; inner and outer gates, various veins, halls, and rudders, ordinary people find it difficult to cross..."

An ancient force with a two-thousand-year lineage, its tangled roots are far beyond comparison with the Divine Weapon Valley.

Han Han Chuijun seemed to know the Dragon-Tiger Temple in great detail; Li Yuan listened intently, fearing to miss even a fraction.

"The Dragon-Tiger Temple has three veins; besides the main vein, there are the Great Dragon Gate and the Bai Hu Gate; among the three veins, monks and Taoists are mixed, but generally speaking, the Great Dragon Gate is dominated by monks, and the Bai Hu Gate by Taoists..."

"Beneath the three veins, each has three halls, totaling nine halls; beneath the nine halls are fifty-four rudder masters, with six rudders under each hall..."

"Servant disciples do not enter the gate walls; outer gate disciples do not enter the rudders or halls; only inner gate disciples have the qualification to join the various rudders and halls, cultivate superior secret transmissions, and even supreme arts!"

"The good thing about the Dragon-Tiger Banquet is that entry is directly into the inner gate..."

Han Han Chuijun explained in detail, leaving nothing out.

Li Yuan silently activated the Five-Step Spirit Snake Skin Belt and the Spirit Fire Ling Ox Bone Ring to strengthen himself, recording everything he said one by one.

"Avoiding the Dragon and Tiger Armies, the struggles between the Dao Sects are even more fierce and violent... Among the nine halls of the Dragon-Tiger Temple, the one most suitable for you is the Hun Tian Hall; its supreme art, the Dragon-Tiger Hun Tian Hammer, is the most top-tier hammer technique under heaven."

A table of food and wine was cleared away in the course of their conversation; by then, the sky had already turned dark.

"Hmm, that's all for now. If you have questions in the coming days, remember to ask. Intelligence regarding the Hengshandao Sect must not be written down—that's taboo. You must memorize it."

Han Han Chuijun rose: "Starting tomorrow, I will personally guide your martial training. Remember—you must rise at the third watch!"

"Disciple remembers!"

Li Li Yuanzhong bowed deeply to see him off.

……

……

Feng Feng Mantian's death spread rapidly in the following days, causing uproar throughout Fucheng.

The destruction of Qianjundong had been less than a year ago; many martial folk inside and outside Fucheng were still like birds startled by arrows. The assassination of the Fire Dragon Temple's abbot naturally caused shock.

A host of minor clans and sects were thrown into panic, each fearing for their own safety, suspecting the Divine Weapon Valley had stirred again. Many even relocated their entire families far away from this place of turmoil.

But to everyone's surprise, though the Fire Dragon Temple made a great commotion, no conflict arose between the two major sects.

Soon after, news of the upcoming Dragon-Tiger Banquet spread and instantly overshadowed Feng Feng Mantian's death, drawing even more martial guests flocking in.

The Fire Dragon Temple's power rivals that of a prefecture, yet the prestige of the Hengshandao Sect still far surpassed even Qianjundong—and even the provincial-level Huilong Palace.

After the news of the Dragon-Tiger Banquet spread, though most knew they had not been invited, they still came upon hearing of it.

During and around the Dragon-Tiger Banquet, no sect would dare raise weapons in the area.

The Fire Dragon Temple, having lost its abbot, lowered its banners and fell silent; after the Divine Weapon Valley's core disciples and senior elders returned, they had begun taking control of Fucheng. Openly, there was no violent conflict, but beneath the surface, currents churned and friction never ceased.

But this had little to do with Li Li Yuanzhong.

The aftermath of Feng Feng Mantian's killing was handled entirely by Lord Master Gongyang Yu. After Qianjundong's destruction, Fucheng was tacitly acknowledged by the martial world as belonging to the Divine Weapon Valley.

……

Huh-huh~

Not long after deep autumn, Fucheng received its first heavy snowfall. Wind howled, snowflakes large as goose feathers fell for two days and nights, piling up to knee-height.

"Huh!"

"Hss!"

In the small courtyard, Li Li Yuanzhong practiced Xu Tui's fist frame, his movements shifting from slow to swift. The rushing winds whipped up the accumulated snow, shaking the bare, leafless trees in the courtyard.

Amidst the swirling snowflakes, Li Li Yuanzhong punched without thought.

Every part of his body—shins, knees, waist, shoulders, elbows, wrists, palms, fingers—became fists.

His fists were hammers, his legs were hammers, his entire body was a hammer.

This was no longer merely the Soldier Body Posture; it fused many Wu Gong—not limited to Hammer Art, but also sword, spear, staff, fist, palm, leaping, and more.

Boom!

Li Li Yuanzhong spun and struck with his elbow; the drifting snowflakes exploded—not once, but in layered waves, surging ten meters outward.

That single elbow strike, ten meters through air, made the iron cauldron in the corner hum violently, spraying iron sand several meters high.

Huh~

After the elbow strike, he leaned back; one arm extended forward, his force slicing straight through the drifting snow, leaving a trail that lingered long in the air.

"Huh!"

After completing the set, Li Li Yuanzhong slowly ended his stance. Rolling waves of heat radiated from his body, instantly melting the snow into water; the ground turned muddy, thawed.

"The Qianjun Qi Gong is now fully accomplished!"

Li Li Yuanzhong's spirit shone brightly; as his sinews and bones stretched, he felt internal energy brimming throughout his body, having replaced internal force and permeating every part.

The path from transforming force into energy was complete. Aside from slightly thin internal energy, he could already be considered fully accomplished in Yi Xing.

"Hmm, good."

Han Han Chuijun appeared like a ghost at the corner of the wall, hands behind his back, gazing at the iron cauldron:

"The various forces are well-integrated. Hmm, good."

On the cauldron's surface was a deep elbow imprint; fine cracks covered the entire vessel. This air-powered strike had already reached considerable mastery.

"You're back already?"

Li Li Yuanzhong hurried forward. In truth, he had long sensed Old Han peering from the outer wall—not because his perception was especially sharp.

Old Han's concealment techniques were superb, but the Divine Weapon's radiance was too glaring; he couldn't help but notice.

"It wasn't anything major. Qianjundong was destroyed over a year ago. A single notice to the imperial court suffices."

Han Han Chuijun reached out and touched the elbow imprint on the cauldron, feeling a deep sense of emotion.

From cultivating force to fully accomplishing Yi Xing, this boy had taken less than three years—and already mastered over twenty forms.

Fang Fang Bao Luo took eighteen years to walk the same path; Ba Ba Wanli took over thirty. And both had mastered only half the number of forms Li Li Yuanzhong had.

The gap between them was obvious.

And it was clear this gap would only grow wider…

"Is the imperial court really that accommodating?"

Li Li Yuanzhong was startled.

The friction between the imperial court and sects was unknown to commoners—but how could he not know?

Though the Divine Weapon Valley's destruction of Qianjundong and its mass relocation fell within the rules of the "Sect Law" established by Emperor Taizu of Dayun, he had expected the court to seize the chance to make things difficult.

"Whether the imperial court recognizes the Sect Law doesn't matter. As long as we recognize it, that's enough."

Han Han Chuijun dismissed it: "As long as sect conflicts don't harm civilians, the court won't interfere—even welcomes them."

"Is that so?"

Li Li Yuanzhong frowned slightly, feeling he had read too few books. The Dayun system sometimes struck him as bizarre, hard to adapt to.

While sect conflicts certainly wore down sect strength, the court lost its prestige.

Leaving Huizhou aside, within the Zhelong and Dechang prefectures, the imperial court's presence is far too low, far too low…

"Otherwise what?"

Han Han Chuijun reached out and caught a drifting snowflake, his gaze deep and distant:

"His Majesty Diqian possesses much of his ancestor's bearing—far more magnanimous than those before him; had he not been so, how could those several families have exerted themselves to hunt down the Star-Plucking Tower?"

"Diqian…"

Bearing the name "Qian," Li Yuan's heart stirred slightly; from Old Han's words, he sensed something hidden.

Diqian ascended the throne forty-three years ago—the very year the former emperor was assassinated by the Starplucking Tower, when the imperial capital was thrown into chaos…

Hunt down the Starplucking Tower?

Li Yuan's expression turned peculiar; was the Starplucking Tower truly the one who assassinated the king?

"Keep training!"

Han Han Chuijun offered no further explanation, turning to urge him on.

"Yes!"

Li Yuan bowed slightly, stepped to the center of the courtyard, and slowly assumed his fist stance.

For the past half-month, he rose at the third watch every day, training under Old Han's watchful eye; after nightfall, once Old Han had left, he still altered his bones and practiced visualization techniques—utterly exhausting.

Yet his gains were immense: every Wu Gong had progressed significantly, and the Battle-Path Fighting Hammer Technique was now on the verge of Great Perfection.

At this stage, Old Han told him to put down the hammer and wield fists as if they were hammers.

"Huh!"

Li Yuan drew a deep breath and punched in the snow, each movement summoning multiple forms in tandem; as his internal Qi surged, the air within ten meters became blade-like, shredding and shattering the swirling snowstorm.

Long after, Li Yuan finally ended his stance.

"Your talent is excellent—not only with the hammer, but even knives, swords, spears, and staves can be integrated into hammer techniques; far surpassing your two senior brothers."

Han Han Chuijun stood with his hands behind his back; he never withheld praise, chiefly because Li Yuan's rapid progress was truly beyond reproach.

"Yet, in this step of unifying all forms, you've gone astray."

Li Yuan listened intently as Han Han Chuijun pointed out his shortcomings:

"'Yi' means change; the meaning of Form-Shifting is to absorb the forms of all beasts of heaven and earth, alter your own body, enhance your innate endowment, and push human limits…"

"But a man is still only one man—even if limbs, torso, and organs are separated, how many forms can you truly alter?"

"You mean the primary form?"

Li Yuan grasped it instantly—he had read Old Han's writings in the library countless times.

"Correct. When altering multiple forms, there must be primary and secondary distinctions."

Han Han Chuijun nodded; he greatly favored disciples who did their homework—no need to repeat himself endlessly.

"Why do superior bone structures have distinctions like Little Dragon Form, Dragon Form, Great Dragon Form?"

"Combination?"

Li Yuan answered, swallowing a Zeng Xue Dan as warmth spread through his body.

"Six forms for Little Dragon, thirteen for Great Dragon—this classification originates from the Form-Shifting realm: choose one form as primary, then combine others with it. That is the true subtlety of Yi Duo Xing."

Han Han Chuijun paced through the snow, a touch of nostalgia in his voice:

"Bone structures have distinctions of Little and Great Dragon Forms; likewise, supreme martial arts have tiers—secret transmissions, ultimate techniques, divine arts—all tied to Form-Shifting."

"Form-Shifting is the gateway to Wudaodengtang—beginning with meridian unblocking and organ refinement, culminating in bone marrow perfection…"

Form combination.

Li Yuan listened silently, recalling the texts he had read.

According to Old Han, human energy is limited; choosing which Wu Gong to cultivate and which forms to alter requires careful consideration.

Take Ba Wan Li—he took Spirit Bear Form as primary, Spirit Tiger and Leopard as secondary; every form he altered related to this, granting him absurdly immense strength.

Though he remains in the Yi Xing Zhi Jing, even those who have unblocked meridians cannot match his strength.

"The Shenbangda Sect master Long Long Yingchan of Dragon Tiger Temple takes Dragon and Tiger as primary forms, Wind and Cloud as secondary—truly invincible in might…"

Li Yuan glanced over; even through the mask, he sensed Old Han's expression shift—longing, and eager anticipation.

"Master, what is your primary form? What is your secondary form?"

Li Yuan asked—he had wondered for a long time.

"Thunder Dragon: Dragon as primary, Thunder as secondary; after sixty-eight years, I perfected Yi Bai Xing."

Han Han Chuijun did not conceal it.

He stepped forward two paces, avoiding the old tree in the courtyard; his arms spread wide, fine threads of internal Qi seeped from every pore of his body, slowly interweaving,

with deceptive slowness yet astonishing speed, forming behind him a phantom, flickering Thunder Dragon's head, wreathed in lightning!

"Roar!"

Li Yuan's vision darkened; thunderous dragon roars echoed in his ears, making his body tremble involuntarily—in that instant, his blood and internal Qi were thrown into chaos.

A tangible aura of dread descended, chilling his heart.

"This…"

Li Yuan's heart pounded like a drum; even knowing Old Han would not attack him, he still felt profound unease.

In that moment, in his perception, Old Han's body truly harbored a ferocious Thunder Dragon…

"This is the form I have altered—the Hundred Beasts Thunder Dragon!"

Han Han Chuijun slowly extended his hand; internal Qi surged like lightning from the Feng Feng Mantian Ruyi Club in his palm.

Li Yuan watched closely: the Thunder Dragon's head formed from his Qi flowed like water, traveling up his shoulders, arms, and palms, until it vanished into the miniature hammer.

Instantly, Lei Guang blazed fiercely—the miniature hammer transformed into a two-zhang-long handle-heavy hammer!

"Hundred Beasts Thunder Dragon, Battle-Path Fighting Hammer!"

The inner qi erupted and retracted instantly; Han Han Chuijun's aura plummeted, as if an ancient ferocious beast had suddenly donned human skin, becoming harmless to man and beast.

"Thunder Dragon..."

Li Yuan was dazzled, still in shock.

Inner qi taking form can transform into a thunder beast to injure others from afar, can be applied to oneself to boost explosion and strength, and can even become a weapon...

Seeing him shocked and dazed, Han Han Chuijun was quite satisfied; with this boy's comprehension and talent, such an expression would likely be hard to see again in the future.

"Is this the peak of the Meridian-Opening realm, Elder?"

Li Yuan came back to his senses.

"About right."

Han Han Chuijun knew what he was thinking: "I achieved Form-Shifting over sixty years ago; I have lingered in the Yi Bai Xing realm for sixty years, my foundation is sufficient, and my inner qi is abundant...

An ordinary peak of the Meridian-Opening realm cannot achieve such a degree."

"No wonder you could kill a Flesh-Refining cultivator when you achieved Form-Shifting."

Li Yuan's praise came from the heart.

Old Han probably didn't gather the Yi Bai Xing for too long, yet his inner qi is so abundant and powerful that it is far beyond Feng Feng Yuanqing's reach.

"You are wrong."

Han Han Chuijun was quite pleased with his words, yet he shook his head and said solemnly:

"Li Yuan, remember this: Heaven is vast, Earth is vast, but Life is the greatest; whatever cross-realm battles, whatever life-and-death struggles, it is best never to encounter them!"

"Disciple takes this to heart!"

Li Yuan deeply agreed in his heart; killing a Flesh-Refining cultivator while in the Form-Shifting realm amazed him, but if he had to choose, he would definitely pick a Flesh-Refining cultivator killing a Form-Shifting cultivator as the safest option.

The Jianghu is full of the practice of sustaining oneself through battle, but few succeed, while countless die.

Gambling one's life is like gambling; one can win a thousand times, but lose once, and have nothing left.

"Most people in the Jianghu bow to the strong and strike the weak; you must remember, when you have ten parts of strength, hide seven..."

Han Han Chuijun spoke of his own experience:

"Others only say that I, your master, can kill a Flesh-Refining cultivator while in the Form-Shifting realm, but they do not know that I possess the Yi Bai Xing; my speed and strength are not inferior, and I bear the Crimson Flame Naga Armor; when I strike, I have a hundred percent chance of victory."

"Disciple receives your teaching!"

Li Yuan bowed deeply; he felt he had learned something again.

Striking must not only be ruthless, but also steady, and also hidden?

"Mm."

Regarding Li Yuan, Han Han Chuijun felt quite at ease; this boy who knows how to climb the pole so quickly is more steady than Ba Ba Wanli.

"Let us return to Form-Shifting."

Han Han Chuijun coughed lightly; he has been away for years, and seizing the opportunity, he only wished to pass everything he had learned to his disciple in one go; in the past, he had done the same.

Whether it was Ba Ba Wanli or Fang Fang Bao Luo, it was difficult for them to absorb everything; on Li Yuan, the desire to be a teacher was satisfied.

"Supreme secret transmissions have form diagrams; supreme arts and divine skills are the same; this is also the combination of various forms."

Han Han Chuijun sat under the tree, and Li Yuan hurriedly poured wine.

"The form diagram of the Martial Way Dueling Hammer is the Dueling Hammer; this is composed of various weapon forms; its power is not bad, but it can only accommodate nineteen forms."

"Master, is the form diagram of the Martial Way Dueling Hammer on you?"

Li Yuan asked at the right moment; after the Divine Weapon Valley moved, he had not gone to the Library Tower again, let alone the Secret Tower.

"It is in the Secret Tower."

Han Han Chuijun glanced at him: "The Valley Master went out this time specifically to retrieve rare books from the Secret Tower; when he returns, go and ask him for it."

While speaking, Han Han Chuijun took a booklet from his chest:

"The form of the Hundred Beasts Thunder Dragon was realized by me; there is no form diagram yet; here are some trivial records; you can look through them."

"Thank you, Master!"

Li Yuan accepted it with both hands, feeling somewhat shaken in his heart.

He had thought the Hundred Beasts Thunder Dragon was a supreme art Old Han had obtained from elsewhere, but he did not expect it to be self-created.

The Martial Way Dueling Hammer has only nineteen forms; is this Hundred Beasts Thunder Dragon perhaps at the level of a supreme art?

With this thought, Li Yuan felt Old Han even more terrifying; seventy years of accumulation exploding in one moment, creating a supreme art; this was simply like a legend.

"The Form-Shifting realm runs through all realms; before Marrow-Refining and Blood-Changing, one can still transform; do not be bound; if you should try, then try."

Han Han Chuijun drank the last cup of wine, saw that the sky was already dark, and rose to leave.

Li Yuan watched him depart, suddenly feeling that his luck was very good.

Along the way, Old Han, Old Jing, and Old Lei were all benefactors.

Holding that booklet, Li Yuan was dazed for quite a while before returning to his room.

"Squeak squeak squeak~"

Under the bed, the little mouse looked as if it were terrified to the point of fainting; seeing him rush over, it darted into his sleeve and dared not come out.

"... Scared to death by Old Han?"

Li Yuan patted the little creature; it was not just this little thing; he himself had been startled by that Thunder Dragon.

"Form-Shifting, Meridian-Opening, Flesh-Refining, Marrow-Refining and Blood-Changing..."

Inside the room, Li Yuan lit an oil lamp, muttered to himself, and opened the booklet Old Han had left; the first page contained only one sentence, the brushwork vigorous as a dragon:

"The beginning of Form-Shifting is not the beginning of humanity; from Form-Shifting to Marrow-Refining and Blood-Changing, transform the human body into a Thunder Dragon!"

Transform the human body into a Thunder Dragon!

Li Yuan felt a slight tremor in his heart; with just this one sentence, his understanding of the Meridian-Opening, Flesh-Refining, and Marrow-Refining realms rose significantly.

"Meridians, organs, marrow and blood..."

Li Yuan pondered for a moment, feeling even more that Old Han's understanding of Yi Xing was profound; was this not transforming a human form into another form?

"No wonder Yi Xing is Wudaodengtang..."

Under the oil lamp, Li Yuan was somewhat dazed; from this single sentence, he connected many things.

"No wonder the Spirit Beast form is primary, while the Heaven and Earth form is secondary..."

After a moment of distraction, Li Yuan continued flipping through the pages.

Starting from the second page were the Wu Gong that Old Han had cultivated alongside his main path over the years; the inferior grade was the most numerous, the medium grade was fewer, and the superior grade also numbered six!

Different forms, in the end, combined to form a fierce yet holy-tasting thunder dragon.

"Impressive, impressive!"

After a cursory glance, Li Yuan felt even more admiration.

Within this booklet were countless attempts by Han Han Chuijun regarding the combination of various forms; stumbling his way to this path of the Hundred Beasts Thunder Dragon, he had taken nearly seventy years!

This thin booklet recorded his seventy years of bitterness, as well as his sincerity and ambition regarding Yi Xing and the Wu Dao.

"The Hundred Beasts Thunder Dragon combines Spirit Forms, Mortal Forms, and Heaven and Earth Forms: Thirteen forms for entry, twenty-six for proficiency, thirty-nine for minor accomplishment, and fifty-two for major accomplishment!

... Hmm, Yi Bai Xing is the true Great Perfection!"

Li Yuan muttered to himself.

Old Han had not even reached Great Perfection with this Hundred Beasts Thunder Dragon; although he had transformed a hundred forms, because he initially took a detour, he was still estimated to be a step short of Great Perfection now.

"I possess twenty-seven forms: eighteen Mortal Forms and nine Spirit Forms; with slight adaptation, I can directly enter the entry level. As for the Thunder Form, it is not needed before minor accomplishment..."

Li Yuan's eyes were very bright.

The primary form he initially chose was naturally the form of the Sea-Splitting Black Whale; alas, this form was difficult to achieve, and despite many attempts, he could not grasp the key.

Buzz~

With a thought, Li Yuan had already entered the Shan Xuan Bing Mi Jing.

On the mountain peak stele, the Cloud Sea Black Whale painting remained; alas, this was not a form diagram, and no matter how he contemplated it, he gained nothing.

"If Old Han could create the Hundred Beasts Thunder Dragon from nothing, I can certainly attempt to create the Sea-Splitting Black Whale!"

Li Yuan was shaken and encouraged.

He sat before the stele for a good part of the day, discovering that his foundation was still too shallow; he had not even transformed into a whale form, so he could not grasp any thread at all.

"First cultivate the Hundred Beasts Thunder Dragon!"

Li Yuan silently withdrew, and by the oil lamp, began to study this supreme art that Old Han had originally created.

After a long time, when the night was deep, he finally put away the booklet and began to selectively modify his root bones.

"Besides the Xiong Hu Dao Fa, I also have ten inferior-grade root diagrams exchanged at Gao Liu County..."

Li Yuan counted his assets.

There were still quite a few root diagrams; after a cursory scan, four corresponded to the Hundred Beasts Thunder Dragon. The 'gifts' from Ding Zhi and Sun Zan had not yet been spent, and he was temporarily not lacking in pills.

"The Dragon and Tiger Banquet is still more than twenty days away; that is enough time for me to transform two more forms. Perhaps, I can also cultivate the Hundred Beasts Thunder Dragon to the entry level?"

Li Yuan yawned and fell asleep with his thoughts.

He had to get up at the third watch; for most of half a month, he had only slept once, and during that one time, he saw another side of Old Han.

It was just a little bit; his bones almost got smashed to pieces along with the house...