Chapter 367: The Dragon Dao Master

Boom!

Boom-boom~

Inside his abdomen, the Longhu Longhu Dadan pulsed like a heart, delivering medicinal power; in less than twenty days, relying on this Great Pill's potency, Li Yuan advanced the Yang Jian Tian Yi Nine Refinements to the Second Refinement.

After the second purification, the True Qi, both in quality and quantity, far surpassed what it had been before.

Whooshing!

True Qi flowed like water through his entire body.

Li Yuan sat in deep meditation, his eyes reflecting the intricate network of meridians and organs within.

Thirty-six meridians transported the True Qi throughout his body, like a glowing net, rendering him internally and externally transparent.

Upon closer inspection, five points within this qi network glowed intensely: besides the dantian, there were both feet and both hands.

With the foundation of Bai Shen Zheng Fa and his experience cultivating the Shen Zu Jing, Li Yuan achieved the Shen Zhang Jing without much effort.

Lei Guang's eyes narrowed slightly; I hadn't paid attention to that cat before, but now I sensed something amiss—deeply surprised.

"No mistake."

"Choose Mo Ce's Peng Zang, not Long Xiang; that boy has will, but no ambition."

"The Lord of Zhaixing Tower, Master Qin Xian?"

"Leave Long Yingchan here; he won't be useless."

Warriors, after refining organs and marrow, until before complete blood transformation, gain exquisite control over their sinews and bones, using True Qi to forcibly alter their structure and temporarily reshape their physique.

Gulp!

In terms of medicinal power, the Lei Long Longhu Dadan is no weaker than the Long Mo Longhu Dadan, Shen Huo Dan, or Da Yuanqi Dan—the kings among dragons and tigers—but those three dragon-tiger pills are extremely difficult to ingest and harm the user.

"Let's wait until the imperial court sends someone."

Wooo~

With the dantian as the core and the four acupoints as subsidiaries, the total volume of True Qi within Li Yuan's body could rightly be called formidable.

Lei Guang couldn't help but admire; he never imagined such a move.

"The Grand Martial Assembly is imminent; Mount Hengshan is teeming with rogues and snakes. There's surely someone scheming in the shadows—I must be cautious."

On the other side, Lei Guang frowned slightly, not looking directly, but scanning with his peripheral vision the cat with white and black fur beneath the opposite courtyard wall:

There, on the old tree in the courtyard, Mo Ce sat cross-legged; streams of True Qi oozed from his pores, flickering like lightning arcs, occasionally emitting sharp, trembling hums.

With that strand of Li Yuan's True Qi inside, even if a steel blade pierced his stomach, he could forcibly shatter and even digest it.

"Lei Long encompasses one hundred and thirty forms; in rank, it surpasses the Long Chan Jin Gang Jing and the Longhu Hun Tian Chui. Using Lei Long to refine the organs is an excellent choice."

"Wan Wan Zhuliu, Yan Yan Tianxiong, Shen Shen Qisheng—all eight Great Masters once tried to stop you, yet failed. Long Yingchan's Wu Gong is truly extraordinary."

Lei Guang shook his head, then said: "In the next few days, I'll climb the mountain to seek a patch of selenium; you prepare yourself, don't be caught off guard." Next came the eighth, then the seventh.

And since he lacked a complete scripture, in less than twenty days he had already advanced it to the third level, matching his self-taught Shen Zu Jing.

Lei Guang glanced at the opposite courtyard wall:

The Great Pill sensed it slightly and pushed forward; the seventh strand of Mo Ce's True Qi emerged from the meridians.

For hundreds of thousands of years, they have persistently pursued regicide.

"Go speak with Brother Brother Helian; he handles that."

On the wall, the Hu Zai Zi Zhong's eyes glinted faintly, then he marveled: "The medicinal power of this Lei Long Longhu Dadan is truly extraordinary…"

"Brother, do you believe me? Even now, do you still harbor a secret killer?"

The night wind blew gently; from the shrubbery, Hu Zai Zi Zhong stepped out, shaking off grass leaves from his body, a flicker of irritation crossing his broad face.

"Your perception is correct, old man thought you wouldn't notice."

"The Zhaixing Tower lineage has passed down its teachings generation after generation for a thousand years—how hard would it be to kill you?"

Half of the Shen Zang Jing records how to 'seek the spirit' within the organs, enabling the opening of eleven acupoints among the seven organs and eight viscera, enhancing their resilience and allowing them to hold greater volumes of blood and True Qi.

Only the Lei Long Longhu Dadan not only possesses astonishing medicinal power

but is pure and volatile; the hostile qi of dragon and tiger blood neutralize each other—not only does it not harm, but it heals.

Mo Ce Peng strongly agreed.

For one unable to refine organs with Daoist Tianyun Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing, Mo Ce felt a faint regret, but did not cling to it.

True Qi surged like a tide through his body; under focused concentration, a faint, shimmering Lei Long slowly emerged from the meridian network, cautiously advancing toward the viscera.

That brings him to the Seventh Refinement—Long Chan Jin Gang Jing is likely nearing perfect completion? This boy is truly diligent… but my Li Yuan True Qi still cannot withstand Wan Wan Zhuliu's You Mo First Slash."

"No harm in preparation; the cost is merely a few spirit herbs and dragon-tiger essence."

Lei Guang said little; his gaze fell upon the flickering Lei Guang within the courtyard, and he nodded unconsciously:

With the medicinal power of the Lei Long Longhu Dadan supporting him, and after multiple internal calculations, the Great Pill advanced swiftly and smoothly; soon, the eleventh strand of Li Yuan's True Qi rose up.

Though phrased as a question, Mo Ce Peng spoke with certainty; at that moment, in that state, only that one could be responsible.

"Can't go back—if you do, that old dragon will cry out. And if that big worm isn't held down, it'll go berserk this time."

Lei Guang glared at him: "If you want to test me, do it yourself—don't try to trick me into acting. In Zhaixing Tower, I don't have eight or seven good friends."

At first glance, he looked like a man glowing in midlife.

"Mm."

The Eight Gates of Lei Long Temple's organ-refining secret arts are nearly identical—all nourish qi within the organs, but the type of qi differs: sword qi, pill qi, or blood qi.

His mind mirrored the internal landscape like a clear mirror; Li Yuan murmured to himself:

Lei Guang transmitted a message, confirming his suspicion.

The Great Pill felt a sudden heaviness in the stomach; building upon the foundation of Da Chan Qi, this step proceeded smoothly—the Lei Long Longhu Dadan gave a heavy tremor, its medicinal power surging even more fiercely.

"~"

"That cat… seems a bit off?"

"That Long Long Yingchan scared the living daylights out of me—how dare he sneak up beside me..."

Except before blood-replacement, when the form is fixed and before entering the Dao, there is no chance to repair the deficiencies afterward.

Lei Longzhen was slightly surprised: "In my youth, I had few good friends join the Star-Picking Tower; I myself once joined, and used the Tower's intelligence to hunt down enemies."

Lei Longzhen fell silent.

"The one with the lowest organ-refining attainment is probably Wan Wan Zhuliu. The Youmo Dragon God Knife is famed as the foremost killing blade—yet to refine organs with it is incomparable to any other of the same realm. Too bad, this is likely an imperial court secret technique."

"So you've brought the Divine Organ Scripture to completion? That's the method of drawing Qi into the organs, the Great Toad Qi technique—drawing in Disciple Li Yuan Qi into the internal organs?"

The two didn't look further; they walked onto the wall-top. Lei Longzhen suddenly remembered: "What if we first kill Yan Yan Chunyang and hang his corpse on the city wall?"

Half a li away, within the great temple opposite, wisps of mist curled, highly conspicuous against the night.

But regarding the Star-Picking Tower, he wasn't too well-informed—he only knew that for a thousand years, every master of the Tower's lineage had borne the surname Qin, and were all Number One Heavenly Traitors.

Lei Longzhen blinked slightly.

He recalled various organ-refining secret arts, Longhu Longhu Dadan pondering deeply.

After taking a few steps, the big tiger cub crouched beneath the courtyard wall, silently watching Longhu Longhu Dadan, thoughts flashing through his mind.

Hmm…

"The Star-Picking Tower has old ties with us. Isn't that why you wonder why I never pursued your joining the Star-Picking Tower? And why I intervened to stop Shen Shen Qisheng and the Wutang elites?"

Seventy days ago, he had already cultivated the Great Toad Qi, the Black Tortoise Method, and the Xin Yuan Gong—eight secret organ-refining arts of Long Long Temple—and brought the Divine Organ Scripture to completion.

Lei Longzhen quickly calmed down: the Star-Picking Tower opposes the imperial court, but not us.

Lei Longru agreed.

Beneath the mist-wreathed wall-top, Lei Longru pinched his long eyebrows.

Mo Ce didn't conceal it:

Lei Longzhen's heart stirred; he looked at the long-browed old monk opposite: "You pushed Longhu Longhu Dadan to refine his organs—was it deliberate, to keep him in the temple?"

Longhu Longhu Dadan focused his senses

and felt Mo Ce's Qi roaming within, remarkably agile; as it flowed and wandered, he felt his abdomen burn hot, with a faint tingling numbness.

"The incompleteness of the Divine Organ Scripture isn't due to the loss of the 'Form-Transformation Into Organs' section—but all the organ-refining secret arts can compensate."

Though that brat is slippery and greedy, and deceived you, his chance of surpassing Wan Wan Zhuliu at the same realm is still greater than yours.

"My Disciple Li Yuan Qi is like a well that gathers and stores—indeed an upper-tier masterpiece. But if you ask me, Long Xiang is still best. Yet your choice surely has your own reasoning."

Hum~

"Hm?"

He suddenly recalled: his younger brother had been severely wounded seventy years ago, and had forgotten that boy—he often forgot sect secrets unless he had to remember.

He felt regretful: Mo Ce Longhu Dadan was too rare and too scattered—he wanted to pick it up, but had nowhere to find it.

"True."

At this point, he became even more casual: the Disciple Li Yuan Qi destined to settle was the heart.

"Wu~"

"No wonder Master chose him as Xuanjing Daozi—even if you hadn't wounded him seventy years ago, he's still more suited to be Long Daozhu."

But there's a cost—and it's not sustainable. Even a Grandmaster cannot fully transform into a beast form.

The big tiger cub sighed like a human, shook his head, then suddenly caught a flicker of lightning—his heart stirred, he dashed forward a few steps, and leapt down from the wall.

Lei Longzhen understood Yincaishi Sect well, and never taught anything but let disciples choose for themselves—he never interfered in disciples' choices.

"If you hadn't reminded me, I might not have noticed—has that cat been with Mo Ce since he entered?"

"If you later comprehend the Black Whale Diagram, you can naturally transform accordingly."

Had I comprehended the Black Whale Diagram earlier, I might not have been inferior to Youmo Blade Qi. Besides, organ-refining is merely a great realm—too much obsession leads to losing the root for the branches."

That Long Long Yingchan has sharp eyes—he chose Longhu Longhu Dadan to draw his blade.

"Did you see anything?"

"Speaking of which, the imperial court's envoy should arrive soon—this will bring many troubles."

Lei Longru pinched his long eyebrows: "The Star-Picking Tower is rich and arrogant—can they just freely use our disciples? Wan Wan Zhuliu's blade isn't so easy to draw!"

"How would I ever strike you?"

Wuwu~

Not bad.

More importantly, Long Xi Xiang's organ doesn't hinder my cultivation of Long Xiang Golden Body Heaven—until the spiritual form is complete, everything can still be changed; even if the spiritual form is complete, a price can still be paid to alter it.

"At least another two months—perhaps even less—this brat's organ-refining will reach completion."