Chapter 499

You're such a shameless old rogue, you wouldn't even bother dodging me!

Li Dao-ye comforted himself, keeping score in his heart but never pressing for payment—first, pressing a Grand Master made his heart tremble with uncertainty!

Second, he had more than enough spiritual elixirs!

Beyond seven hundred odd various spiritual elixirs, he also had five Elixir Kings: two Long Hu Dadan, one Long Dan, one Long Hu Yangsheng Dan, and one Da Huan Dan!

For this descent from the mountain, he was thoroughly prepared—no fear of elixir shortage for at least one or two years!

"Save the Long Hu Dadan and Da Huan Dan for blood transformation; keep the Yangsheng Dan for when I enter the Dao; this Long Dan, I can use right away!"

Inside the room, Li Yuan counted the elixirs in his hand, mentally calculating.

The Long Dan strengthens tendons, offering immense benefits for hardening the body—he thought of this, took out the Long Dan, the size of a dragon's eye, its exotic fragrance overwhelming.

At the scent, the little mouse in the wall crack instantly darted out!

Li Yuan acted swiftly, snatching the mouse, tilting his head back—the Long Dan slid down his throat!

Gulp!

Like a stone dropped into a deep well!

Li Yuan had deep mastery of organ refinement; his gut churned once, the elixir's outer coating shattered, and its surging medicinal power spread through every limb and vein!

"Ong."

Swallowing the elixir was like swallowing a dragon—Li Yuan could even hear the faint dragon's roar; heat flooded his body, and with slight effort, all his major tendons tightened like drawn bowstrings!

A tingling, itching, numbness surged through him, accompanied by just the right amount of tearing pain!

"Of all the great elixirs, the Long Hu Dadan's power is the most mellow!"

Li Yuan squinted, feeling it—his body naturally assumed a stance; the Long Dan strengthened tendons, but its side effects far surpassed ordinary spiritual elixirs!

"The Long Dan's power lasts over a month, and it has miraculous effects on reshaping one's innate constitution—he slowly pushed the Zhuang, listening to the stretching of his internal tendons, Li Yuan sighed with deep comfort; the experience of swallowing an Elixir King far surpassed that of ordinary elixirs!"

Huh huh!

Inside the room, Li Yuan practiced the Xu Tui Zhuang!

He wasn't rushing to squeeze out the Long Dan's power—he wanted to use this moment of tendon-strengthening to accelerate his reshaping of innate constitution!

His innate constitution had already reached nearly eight hundred and fifty forms; only one hundred and fifty more remained to complete the thousand forms. Though steady progress was fast, he couldn't help feeling a touch of impatience!

"After the thousand forms, I'll only need one more weapon imbued with enhancement—something from the fifth level of the Yangbing Jing!"

Li Yuan divided his attention!

Hum!

Half-closing his eyes, Li Yuan sensed the deep stillness of his Baiyuan Palace—this acupoint glowed like a star, its faint radiance revealing eight other unlit acupoints; of the Nine Palaces of Baiyuan, he had only activated one!

These days, he'd tried activating others, with some progress—but since his focus was on reshaping tendons and bones, advancement was slow!

"With steady pushing, I should fully activate them within months—no need to rush!"

Li Yuan calmed his mind—not because he didn't want to hurry, but because he had too much to do!

Daily Zhuang, visualization, reshaping tendons and bones—none of that needs mentioning; beyond the newly acquired Long Xin Jing, he also had to learn Five Divine Arts: Feng Hu Yun Long, Long Xiang Jin Gang Tian, Long Hu Xuan Jing, Yangsheng Chunyang, and Bai Shen Zheng Fa!

Not to mention the dozens, even hundreds of martial arts needed for reshaping tendons and bones!

Master Li was busy—far busier than anyone realized; without a peerless talent, he'd be split in half and still couldn't keep up!

Hum!

In the Baiyuan Palace, the spiritual light flickered!

There, Lei Long soared, breathing thunder and lightning, chasing the Wan Leishi; in the corner lay his Yangbing land—

Tiny, desolate.

"Old Jin really gave me a fine thing with this Wan Leishi!"

Li Yuan stared at the Wan Leishi—this strange stone, he'd carried with him always, useful for nourishing physique and true qi!

But its greater benefit lay here!

With this stone's nourishment, his visualized Long Kun had already taken on a faint spiritual form—saving him countless hours of cultivation and visualization!

Even when he achieves a spiritual form, this Wan Leishi will still have its uses!

"Last we parted, Old Jin said he'd enter seclusion to break through his final barrier—do you think he'll succeed?"

As thoughts turned, Li Yuan's attention shifted to the Yangbing land!

His Yangbing land came from Nie the Daoist's Long Hu Chunyang Sword Form, so it received no spiritual nourishment from him—pathetically small, with extremely low vitality!

Of course, even if low, it was still Yangbing Jing Level One—enough to meet the condition for wielding the Xuan Jing Dou Chui; by extension, it mattered for his full mastery of the Liehai Xuan Jing Chui!

Hum!

Under Li Yuan's gaze, shadows flickered within the Yangbing land—

faintly visible—

two forms: one sword, bearing Long and Hu; one hammer, bearing Xuan Jing!

These were his two currently mastered divine patterns!

"The Divine Weapon Valley's treasure-crafting techniques likely came from Zhou Ying—this former master of the Xuan Jing Chui must have cultivated a Yangbing land too!"

Li Yuan saw clearly!

The first time he met Zhou Ying, he'd suspected as much—but for this former hammer master, he felt wary, unwilling to grow too close!

A former imperial family member who endured a thousand years of living death just to cling to life—who knows what troubles he carries? He truly didn't want to get involved!

"Either way, I'm only one weapon short. Once I reach the threshold of the Zuowang Xin Jing, I'll go to the Xuan Jing Road and see what luck brings!"

With a thought, the spiritual light exploded—soaring Lei Long shuddered, dissolving into countless specks of light!

With a thought, the light and shadow in the Spirit Light Realm exploded—the soaring Thunder Dragon shuddered and scattered into a thousand shimmering rays!

At Li Yuan's guidance, the specks of light took shape as countless weapons and beasts!

"The Zuowang Xin Jing requires transforming into beast forms, entering the blood—so even after blood transformation, one can still reshape tendons and bones by cultivating multiple forms. But reaching the threshold is extremely difficult."

His will wandered through the spiritual light—beast and weapon forms arose one after another; a single glance revealed hundreds!

Maintaining the visualization of these beasts, Li Yuan felt the true essence of the Zuowang Xin Jing—this peerless demonic art's ultimate perfection requires merging every beast into every drop of blood!

But for the threshold, one must choose a single form and merge it into the blood!

The true essence of this scripture—the ultimate perfection of this peerless demonic art—is to fuse every beast into every drop of blood!

【65】 "It must be singular—combinations like the Jiao or Dragon cannot be chosen; it must be simple—the Four Heavenly Forms of Wind, Cloud, Thunder, and Lightning cannot be chosen!"

Which form?"

Li Yuan scanned the myriad weapon and beast forms in the spiritual light—the Zuowang Xin Jing threshold could not involve composite forms!

"It must be singular, simple, and capable of encompassing all future weapon and beast forms."

The Zuowang Xin Jing offered no guidance on selecting the initial form; Qin Yun had given no advice—clearly, it was individual.

"It must be singular—so composite forms like Jiao or Long are out; simple—so the Four Heavenly Forms of Wind, Cloud, Thunder, and Lightning are out!"

Li Yuan pondered, not overly troubled—he quickly made his choice!

"It must be singular—combinations like dragon or Jiao cannot be chosen; it must be simple—the four great celestial forms of wind, clouds, thunder, and lightning cannot be chosen!"

Li Yuan decided—within the spiritual light, all other weapon and beast forms vanished, leaving only a small elephant—not a spiritual beast, but the most ordinary white elephant.

"That should do!"

Amid swirling spiritual light, the small elephant gleamed brightly; Li Yuan focused, beginning to visualize the elephant, preparing for Zuowang Xin Jing cultivation!

He'd only learned this from Qin Yun—normally, before practicing Zuowang Xin Jing, one must first cultivate the simplified "Long Mo Xin Jing" from the Zhaixing Tower!

He'd never practiced it—so entering the threshold required even greater caution!

He only learned this from Qin Yun—before cultivating the Sutra of Forgetting, one must first cultivate the simplified 'Dragon Devil Mind Scripture' from the Tower of Plucking Stars!

The Dinglong Mountains lay blanketed in endless white snow!

"What a heavy snow!"

On a desolate peak, Wang Wen yuan gathered his true qi, letting snowflakes settle on his body—he hadn't seen snow outside in three years!

Behind him, Mo Yingxiong, wearing a faceless mask, stood with arms crossed, gazing at the distant peaks.

Though the Eight Directions Realm was vast and fine, it was still too small—even if identical to the outside world, it remained stifling.

"The scenery here is good, the terrain suitable—perhaps we can relocate the realm here?"

Though the Eight Directions' Secret Realms are vast and fine, they are ultimately too small—even if identical to the outside world, they remain stifling!

Two months ago, the Lord's secret order sent them out of the realm; now, no imperial spies remained in the Dinglong Mountains!

They'd delayed to find a new base.

"This place is good, but since the Lord has returned, the decision rests with her—we only need to send up the chosen location."

Wang Wen yuan held a map, marked the spot with a pen, then turned and left.

Mo Yingxiong scanned the surroundings, then hurried back.

Wang Wenyuan held a map in his hand, circled this spot with his pen, and turned to leave!

Inside the Eight Directions Realm, the environment matched the outside—wind howled, snow fell thickly, the towering Eight Directions Pagoda seemed draped in silver.

"Huh?"

Wang Wen yuan had sharp eyes—he glanced once and saw the pagoda gate open, a tall young man stepping out.

"Li Yue?"

Though the youth wore a mask, Mo Yingxiong knew his identity: "Brother Wang, your disciple is diligent—closed off for over a year, heh!"

"This boy has talent, but he's still young; before entering the tower, he hadn't even refined his organs—what use is he even if he stays?"

Wang Wen yuan heard the implied meaning but didn't care—he casually replied, then smiled and waved.

"This boy may have talent, but he's still young—he hadn't even refined his organs before entering the Tower; even if we kept him, what use would he be?"

Wang Wen yuan naturally caught the hidden meaning, but he didn't care much, and casually explained, then smiled and waved his hand!

"Master!"

Li Yue bowed deeply.

He was robust, nearly eight feet tall, carrying a back-mounted eight-sided straight sword that had not left the Eight Directions Tower in ages; his hair hung wild over his shoulders, his face thick with bristling beard.

"Good. Your organs are refined—your master's elixirs were not wasted."

Wang Wenyuan first praised him, then his expression shifted; "Hmm, someone has been waiting for you a long time. Since you've left the tower, go see him."

Hiss.

As he spoke, Wang Wenyuan gripped with his five fingers; true qi formed a sword that spun once around Li Yue, shaving off his wild hair and bristling beard.

"Go wash yourself properly."

"Someone is waiting for me?"

Li Yue paused slightly, about to ask, when suddenly his master's face changed. He turned toward the sound and saw a brilliant flash of lightning erupting not far away!

Followed by a roar that echoed over dozens of li.

"Roar."

Like an elephant's bellow, yet also like a tiger's howl and dragon's cry!

As the sound waves reverberated, the snow covering the Eight Directions Tower crashed down with a thunderous rumble; the assassins within the secret realm were all startled, pouring out of their houses and courtyards.

There, lightning wove together, forming a mass of storm clouds.

Beneath the storm clouds rose a howl—pain barely contained by ecstasy, like a caged tiger freed into the forest, a trapped dragon soaring once more into the abyss.

The howl surged, echoing ten li, then another ten li…