Chapter 749

Don't fight!

It had leapt out on its own just now, so now there was no reason to shrink back.

For a moment, Jin Lun was caught in a dilemma, advancing or retreating, and stood dumbfounded on the spot.

Long Xiang Seng saw the hesitation in the hearts of these disciples and grand-disciples of his, however many generations removed, and could not help but find it amusing,

"You just go all out. The essence of our Jin Gang Sect's Wu Gong has always been to advance with courage and vigor."

Yet these words were like a sudden blow to the head, jolting Jin Lun to sudden enlightenment.

"Many thanks for the Ancestral Master's teaching!"

Jin Lun's mind cleared completely, and he pressed his palms together before Long Xiang Seng in obeisance.

When he rose again, the bearing of his entire person had already undergone a subtle change.

"What a fine little Monk — who would have thought his comprehension wasn't bad at all."

Qin Mengyao, who had been smiling sweetly all along, could not help but secretly praise him at this moment.

"Female patron, forgive me!"

Jin Lun stepped forward to stand ten paces in front of Qin Mengyao, then offered an apologetic word.

Haiya!

He only heard him let out a sudden roar as he threw a punch with no flourish whatsoever.

In his thinking, since the sword-drawing trial Yan Chixia had set tested the Way of Strength,

then there was no need for him to display other abilities or reveal other Wu Gong.

Therefore, after that great shout, what he unleashed was the Jin Gang Sect's Gangzongzhen Sect ultimate technique — the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art.

The Dragon Elephant Prajna Art is divided into thirteen layers, each layer granting the strength of one dragon and one elephant.

Mortals do not know what strength this "one dragon and one elephant" actually is, and all manner of explanations have piled up over the years.

In truth, this Dragon Elephant Prajna Art is a divine art for external body-tempering through horizontal training.

It uses secret methods to repeatedly temper every part of the body — sinews and bones, muscles, even the organs and meridians.

Only when the body becomes as hard as a divine weapon is the divine art considered complete, entering the seventh-layer realm.

It is only upon reaching this layer that a practitioner of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art can, working from the outside in, generate internal force.

The eighth layer is to mobilize this internal force and continue tempering oneself.

The ninth layer is to directly connect the two bridges of Heaven and Earth, causing the internal force to return from acquired to innate, achieving Innate True Qi.

The tenth layer is a single step that takes one directly into the Absolute Rank!

It's just that this Dragon Elephant Prajna Art not only grants one dragon-elephant's strength with each layer, but the time required for tempering each layer also grows exponentially.

How could ordinary people, unable to generate internal force even after several decades, continue cultivating this Wu Gong?

Therefore, although this divine art is described in awe-inspiring terms, for several thousand years since Long Xiang Seng created it,

apart from himself, across the entire Dayuanfu Sect, only Jin Lun had ever cultivated it to the tenth layer.

Now, with Long Xiang Seng's help, he has broken through the barrier and entered the eleventh layer, attaining the Earthly Immortal Realm!

At this moment, as Jin Lun gathered strength for a punch, the faint sounds of dragons and elephants rang unceasingly around him.

It looked like an utterly ordinary, unadorned punch, yet it carried a hint of thunder and wind.

"What a fine Dragon Elephant Prajna Art!"

This was the first time Qin Mengyao had faced Wu Gong that trained only in the way of strength.

Seeing the commotion caused by this punch, she could not help but secretly praise him.

She extended her slender jade finger and tapped lightly outward.

Clearly a thin, long finger, like white jade.

When it tapped out, there was not the slightest fluctuation of true essence.

Jin Lun was greatly alarmed at the sight and could not help but warn her,

"Patron Qin, dodge quickly — I'm afraid this punch of mine carries no less than ten thousand jin of force!"

Ten thousand jin of force is almost like swinging a horse-drawn carriage to smash into a person.

This kind of pure strength is, in fact, extremely terrifying.

"The little Monk has a decent heart, but you're still a bit green."

Qin Mengyao smiled lightly once more, and her jade finger tapped over with extreme speed.

When this finger-tap met Jin Lun's punch,

a punch that had seemed to possess tremendous momentum, capable of splitting mountains and cracking stone, was silently dissolved beneath Qin Mengyao's single finger.

"Eh? What Wu Gong is this?"

The Wu Gong Qin Mengyao employed greatly exceeded Jin Lun's expectations, and he could not help but ask out of curiosity.

"This combines the Daoist methods of the Xuanxinzheng Sect — that sword strike earlier was the same."

Normally in the jianghu, asking about someone's Wu Gong so directly would earn no answer.

Fortunately, what Qin Mengyao had employed was not pure Wu Gong to begin with.

Added to the fact that Jin Lun had just given her a warning, which left her with a rather favorable impression, she deigned to answer.

"So that's how it is!"

Jin Lun was suddenly enlightened.

His punch just now — even an expert at the early stage of the Earthly Immortal Realm would not have dared to receive it head-on as brazenly as Qin Mengyao had.

Even if they had taken it head-on, it would not have been so utterly silent.

Now that Qin Mengyao herself admitted this finger-tap, as well as the sword-drawing trial Yan Chixia had set, both bore traces of Daoist methods,

he recalled that over these seven days, the Xuanxinzheng Sect had only set up a single maze array.

The Dayuanfu Sect's elite army of several tens of thousands was stalled at the foot of the mountain, unable to advance a single step.

Today the maze formation was broken, and the army of several tens of thousands split into several routes, launching an imposing assault on the mountain.

Yet after fighting for so long, only Long Xiang Seng had led a mere handful of people, including himself, to this point.

Everything visible showed the strength of the Xuanxinzheng Sect.

If he had lost to Wu Gong, Jin Lun would still have felt it somewhat unreasonable.

Losing to Daoist arts—at present, everyone on the Dayuanfu Sect's side considered it entirely understandable.

"Enough! Jin Lun, fall back!"

Seeing Jin Lun defeated, Long Xiang Seng spoke up.

In truth, Jin Lun had only just entered the Earthly Immortal Realm and was not suited for this mission.

It was simply that within the entire Jin Gang Sect—indeed, the whole Dayuanfu Sect—only Jin Lun alone could cultivate the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art to such a level.

His perseverance and talent made Long Xiang Seng see his own younger self.

That was why he had deliberately kept this little grand-disciple by his side, to broaden his horizons.

"Yes! Ancestral Master!"

Jin Lun acknowledged the order and once again retreated behind Long Xiang Seng.

"Master Long Xiang, please!"

Seeing Jin Lun withdraw, Shi Feixuan was neither sorrowful nor joyful, and gave a light tap toward Yan Chixia's treasured sword.

"Good!"

Long Xiang Seng knew that the experts of Wang Si behind him were all waiting to see his performance.

Just now, Jin Lun's imposing punch, carrying a force of ten thousand jin, had been dispelled by Qin Mengyao with the lightest touch.

Although, given the gap in realms, it was theoretically no disgrace.

This Yan Chixia, who could contend with an immortal of eternal life, was clearly several orders of realm above Long Xiang Seng.

Yet he, Long Xiang Seng, was after all the foremost person beneath the Living Buddha of Lotus Life in Wang Si.

If even he could not draw out Yan Chixia's sword, he feared he would disgrace Wang Si's reputation right here.

554 Long Xiang Seng, come out!

Long Xiang Seng cast aside all distracting thoughts, his mind a realm of pure clarity, and slowly walked before this treasured sword.

This treasured sword looked like an ordinary bronze sword, with not the slightest divine light to speak of.

But Long Xiang Seng was nineteenth on the Heavenly Dao Golden List, and his eye was naturally sharp.

At a glance he saw that this was one of the flying swords Yan Chixia had once summoned.

Every flying sword was nurtured with his very life, tempered with essence, qi, and spirit.