Chapter 357: Dragon Demon, Spiritual Turtle

As he spoke, Ying Xin's head pressed against the floor, yet he waited in vain for the expected thunderous rage, receiving only a calm inquiry:

"What has he done now?"

"Your Grace, Your Grace intends to perform the Thousand Yin Ritual, seeking to borrow the power of the Thousand Yin Method and the Dharma Master to refine, refine his bloodline, but he was, was discovered by Brother Zhongli Wang Luan in the Three Samadhi Cave..."

Ying Xin dared not conceal a single detail; stumbling through his words, he still did not dare raise his head, seeing only a pair of black boots embroidered with dragon patterns within his line of sight.

"Foolishness."

Wan Wan Zhuliu's gaze remained fixed on the Fumo Blade, appearing indifferent:

"If even I cannot accomplish it, how can the Thousand Yin possibly succeed? This child is simply too foolish..."

Wan Wan Zhuliu's voice was calm and steady, like a father hearing that his child was scolded by a teacher for playing in the schoolhouse, carrying a tone of slight helplessness and full of disappointment that his son would not amount to anything.

Yet Ying Xin felt as though his very thoughts had frozen; only after a long while did he struggle to speak:

"Your Grace, Your Grace was merely deceived by others, a momentary, a momentary misstep; the Longhu Temple detained Your Grace without authorization, clearly showing contempt for the imperial court..."

"The imperial court has its own laws; those who commit rape and abduction shall die, those who kill shall die; the Longhu Temple detaining him is hardly an error."

Wan Wan Zhuliu examined the black patterns on the blade; after a long time he still discerned nothing unusual, so he spoke casually:

"Although he is my disciple, the law cannot be abandoned, but..."

Ying Xin looked up in shock.

Yet within the darkness, a pair of vertical pupils glowing crimson as blood lit up; there was the sound of dragon scales scraping the ground, and then a youth clad in a black robe with a cold, gloomy face emerged from the darkness.

"Mo Long, after I patrol the East Sea, I must also visit the Ninefold Gales of Heaven; you go in my stead to pay respects to Your Majesty and request a special pardon document for Yan Yan Chunyang."

"Afterwards, go to the Longhu Temple to see Long Long Yingchan; the old Monk is a wise man and knows what to do."

As he spoke, Wan Wan Zhuliu glanced at Ying Xin:

"On this journey, keep a close watch on him; if such an incident occurs again, you need not return."

*Boom*

"Yes!"

Ying Xin quickly lowered his head.

Glancing at Ying Xin, the black-robed Mo Long's voice was hoarse:

"Let us go."

After the two departed, the study instantly fell silent; Wan Wan Zhuliu gently stroked the Dragon God Blade, its black patterns flowing like water, with light and shadow weaving and flickering before settling into stillness after a moment.

"Eight Directions Temple, Eight Directions Temple..."

On Wan Wan Zhuliu's body, turtle-patterned armor appeared and disappeared; gazing at the Fumo Dragon God Blade, his gaze seemed to pierce through the blade, seeing something extremely far away:

"Even a peerless talent is insufficient; must I truly alter the ten thousand forms to behold the Eight Directions?"

*Woo~*

A black tide surged, engulfing Wan Wan Zhuliu who sat cross-legged within it; only his muttering voice drifted alone:

"Wan Lu's Sitting in Oblivion, the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra... and that old turtle..."

*Hoo~*

A wild wind blew across the East Sea; upon the Wang Yang, a violent tide instantly rose; the Dun Tian Zhou swept horizontally across the long sky, and upon the sea surface, a trench several zhang wide instantly appeared, extending toward the far distance.

Countless fish and shrimp were swept up by the wild wind, soaring into the sky, falling like heavy rain with a *plop-plop-plop*.

"The Dun Tian Zhou."

Amidst the sea tide, a lone boat rose and fell with the waves; upon the lone boat, a middle-aged man slowly raised his head, gazing at the lingering trace high in the long sky:

"Emperor Qian is truly generous; he even allows Wan Wan Zhuliu to use the Dun Tian Zhou at will."

This middle-aged man had a well-proportioned build, a pale face without a beard, wearing a plain white long robe; apart from a scroll of books at his waist, he possessed nothing else.

"When Emperor Qian ascended the throne, the capital was in turmoil; had it not been for Wan Wan Zhuliu's firm support, how could he have so quickly secured the dragon throne?"

Inside the small boat, a woman dressed in bright red vigorous attire was warming wine; hearing the voice, her beautiful eyes turned slightly:

"If the Sect Master desires it, let us find a large city, summon the Four Dharma Masters of Thousand Yin, Thousand Spirit, Red-Haired, and Hundred-Armed, join hands to kill him, and divide the Daoist Tianyun Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing, how about that?"

"The Dun Tian Zhou, the Sea-Suppressing Spiritual Turtle Armor,"

"the Fumo Dragon God Blade; with three Daoist Tianyun Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing in hand, how could anyone dare provoke them?"

The middle-aged man glanced at that woman:

"Eagle King, you are indeed bold in your thinking."

"The Sect Master is too timid."

The woman in red laughed lightly, but it was merely talk; not to mention that the Four Dharma Masters are not easily summoned, even if summoned, they would absolutely not join hands with them to ambush and kill Wan Wan Zhuliu.

There are twelve Daoist Tianyun Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing in total; there are indeed some without masters, but who dares to set their sights on Wan Wan Zhuliu?

"That old turtle is truly fast."

The middle-aged man gazed into the distance at the Wang Yang, his brows slightly furrowed: "The ten-year pact agreed upon between that old turtle and us is only two years away; how could he suddenly disappear?"

The Spiritual Turtle fell into the sea nine years ago; the world beneath the heavens was in an uproar; nine of the twelve Zunda Sect Grand Masters of the current age arrived, yet no matter who they were, even joining hands, they could not break the turtle shell upon his body.

Although Wan Wan Zhuliu holds three Daoist Tianyun Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing, without the Longhu Life-Nourishing Furnace, it is impossible for him to activate two Daoist Tianyun Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing for a long time; he might not be able to frighten that old turtle to this extent.

"We should have killed it last time; this old turtle is far too spiritual; if it truly hides with determination, finding it would be far more difficult than finding the master of the Mystic Whale."

The woman in red lifted the hot wine and walked out of the cabin.

In the distance, a pure yellow light also came whistling; a giant man of towering stature, fully two zhang or more, landed before the boat, stirring up a large expanse of spray.

"Eagle King, do you have any results?"

"Sect Master, that old turtle is unknown where it has gone; the spies I left behind, the Ling Eagles, have all vanished without a trace; not a shred of aura remains; I cannot find it!"

The giant man walked upon the water; his skin was dark yellow, his beard, hair, and eyebrows were all absent, and a bald, large head radiated a pale yellow light.

"Search again."

Yan Yan Tianxiong frowned.

"If we can't find it, so be it. Now that we know where the Lord of the Profound Whale is, are we afraid we can't catch him?"

The woman in red robes looked at her own Sect Master.

"This old turtle holds a great secret; perhaps it is even more precious than the Sea-Splitting Profound Whale Hammer."

Yan Yan Tianxiong gazed at the cloudy sky:

"Nine layers of gale winds, where even immortals struggle to travel. Even as powerful as Wan Wan Zhuliu, without the Dun Tian Zhou, he would not dare to venture there, yet this old turtle could descend from the heavens..."

Historical records mention many heavenly treasures descending from the sky, but spiritual beasts, especially living ones capable of communication, there is only this one.

Whether it comes from the Eight Directions Temple of legend or not, its value is immeasurable.

"Perhaps it was truly scared away by Wan Wan Zhuliu?"

The bald giant looked up at the sky; the traces left by the Dun Tian Zhou remained, like a massive bridge spanning over the East Sea, stretching endlessly front and back, lingering for a long time without dispersing.

"Enough."

After pondering for a moment, Yan Yan Tianxiong sat down again, turned the boat, and headed back along the path they came.

"Pfft~"

Long after, ripples rose on the calm sea surface; a palm-sized sea turtle with backward-facing spines poked its head out, spat out a mouthful of seawater,

its pair of small eyes rolled around a few times, then it swam toward the shore as well.

Inside the Dragon and Tiger Pagoda, Li Yuan had been listening for a long time; only after everyone dispersed did he return together with the Old Dragon Head, by which time the sky had already brightened greatly.

"With your talent, and with the assistance of the Longhu Longhu Dadan, you can at most complete marrow refinement within half a year. However, every realm has its own benefits; if you slow down slightly, your path of blood transformation, and even the path of entering the Dao, will be steadier."

In the small temple, the master and disciple who had not slept all night were still energetic; Long Xi Xiang was even in high spirits, explaining to Li Yuan the things to note during organ refinement.

"This disciple understands."

Li Yuan nodded.

He remembered clearly: once blood transformation reaches perfection, the bone and flesh structure will be completely fixed; even if one learns more Wu Gong afterward, one cannot raise the limit of the physique or improve the bone and flesh structure.

Before this, he naturally still wanted to alter his bone and flesh structure a bit more.

Touching the Mirage Dragon Belt at his waist, controlling this belt could alter the Mirage Dragon Body; once could alter Yi Bai Xing, and his heart was quite full of expectation.

"During organ refinement, you can also cultivate some Mi Fa on the side."

Long Xi Xiang had obviously prepared this long ago; he took a booklet out from his robes:

"This is the secret organ refinement method transmitted by the Great Dragon Gate, named 'Profound Turtle Fa'. Cultivating Xiu Ci Fa to great perfection can make your kidney water surge like a tide, never ceasing until death."

"Kidney, kidney water never ceasing."

Li Yuan's expression was somewhat subtle.

Seeing his strange expression, Long Xi Xiang coughed lightly and added:

"If you cultivate this Fa to great perfection, not only will your kidneys be as hard as diamond, but you can also maintain your current appearance until you die of old age!"

"Divine Skill!"

Li Yuan's spirit surged; he hurriedly took the booklet.

As early as the first time he met Long Xi Xiang, he had been quite shocked by his youthful face; later he had asked, but simply received no answer.

"Changing form is the beginning of becoming non-human; refining organs and refining marrow are the processes of physical transformation; do not underestimate them."

Long Xi Xiang took the opportunity to teach his disciple.

"This disciple will keep this in mind."

Li Yuan replied solemnly, then couldn't help but ask curiously: "What about that secret technique of Uncle Nie?"

"His is the 'Great Toad Qi'; it cultivates usage, emphasizing a sword qi entering the abdomen, nourished by true qi, which can grind metal and iron, digest most poisonous herbs in the world, and this breath, as it is nourished, will become increasingly fierce..."

Long Xi Xiang did not hide it: "Old Daoist Nie has nurtured this breath for over a hundred years; once spat out, even a terrestrial immortal would not dare to take it head-on. Pity, there is only one breath."

"Great Toad Qi."

Another good thing.

Li Yuan's eyes were very bright; he discovered the foundation of the Dragon and Tiger Temple; what he had contacted before was too little. Organ refinement has secret methods, so what about marrow refinement and blood transformation?

"Since that old Daoist is willing to transmit it to you, just learn it."

Long Xi Xiang did not mind at this moment; he coughed lightly and continued explaining:

"The kidneys are like this, then like this, the heart, liver, spleen, lungs; all five zang and six fu organs are no different. Pity, the temple possesses only three top-tier organ refinement methods, not as comprehensive as the Shen Zang Jing of the Bai Shen Fa..."

"Shen Zang Jing."

Li Yuan's heart stirred; he actively took a booklet out from his robes: "Master, this disciple previously obtained a fragmentary scripture somewhere; it seems to be the Shen Zang Jing?"

"You, old master, are the Hall Master, right?"

"Shen Zang Jing?"

Long Xi Xiang was somewhat surprised; he took the booklet, flipped through it, then put it down:

"It is indeed the Shen Zang Jing, just quite incomplete; entering the path is difficult, but for you, it is not a bad thing."

Long Xi Xiang held no prejudice against the Bai Shen Fa; Li Yuan had known this long ago, which was why he dared to bring it out before him.

"You can learn it."

Having received the Old Dragon Head's approval, Li Yuan pressed his advantage and took out the Shen Zhang Jing.

At this, Long Xi Xiang's expression changed somewhat; he glanced at him:

"Did you also obtain this by chance?"