Li Xuan took the cultivation technique and began to cultivate.
A set of "Burning River Fist" was quickly practiced, creating a powerful wind, and was extrely skillful.
As a Grandmaster who had perfected the cultivation techniques of various schools, his control over his own flesh and blood was highly precise. Even the most difficult fist technique, as long as it fell within the realm of "body tempering," was easily mastered.
Feng ngrou watched in a daze.
She saw Li Xuan "the first ti being unskilled, the second ti mimicking, the third ti already taking shape, the fourth ti as if practicing for months, the fifth ti as if long imrsed."
Practitioners are not innately talented in martial arts; they simply grasped so terrifying powers ahead of ti.
Therefore, upon seeing a cultivation monster like Li Xuan, "so frightful," Feng ngrou was utterly fascinated.
Suddenly, a glimr of hope arose in her heart: ’Maybe this man can truly succeed in digesting the Four Demon Forms.’
...
First day of proficiency.
On the second day, Feng ngrou brought the Hundred Spirits Pill and Peaceful Mind Pill. After Li Xuan ingested them, he imdiately summoned the Four Demon Forms and began cultivating.
Amidst the whistling wind, the punches and kicks of the "Burning River Fist" were guiding the black smoke.
The black smoke originally emanated outward forming demon shapes, and was now being pulled back towards himself.
What returned alongside were those chaotic sounds, and those segnts of incredible, fragnted mories.
For a mont, Li Xuan felt himself to be the Cyan Dragon fighting Zhu Feng; at another ti, he was imrsed in a kind of tragic mood, as if there were ten suns in the sky, all icy and yang-like; yet another mont, the enchanting voices of a fairy murmuring sweet nothings echoed in his ears...
Everyone perhaps has had monts of daze.
Suddenly a familiar scene, suddenly imrsed in thoughts that actually do not belong to oneself.
It is a dream that arises from the subconscious during a nap, fleeting in a blink of an eye.
When you suddenly awaken, you can’t help but wonder, "What was I just thinking, why did I think that way just now."
Now Li Xuan also began to feel this way slightly...
When such feelings accumulate enough, drowning out the deliberations of his primary personality, then... his spirit would split, and he would be unable to discern true from false.
However, he was far from that point.
The strength of 280 in spirit is not to be underestimated.
Moreover, he has four types of spiritual demon blood.
Everything is within his control.
This day, Li Xuan got a feel of it, approximately understanding the risks of this cultivation technique.
...
On the third day...
Li Xuan deliberately made slow progress.
On the fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day...
On the fifteenth day, Li Xuan was still deliberately making slow progress.
Feng ngrou threw three bottles of pills to him, a hundred-packed at pill, a ten-packed Hundred Spirits Pill, and a ten-packed Peaceful Mind Pill, then said she needed to temporarily return to the sect, anyway... Feiguang Peak had already taught Li Xuan the cultivation technique, and there was no running away from this place.
Li Xuan reluctantly bid farewell to his senior sister before exhaling a long breath, thinking, ’Finally got senior sister to leave.’
He twisted his neck, found a secluded mountain wilderness, and slowly removed the Purple Ice Copper garnt.
Thud.
As the garnt sealing power fell to the ground, a terrifying pressure emanated from Li Xuan, even the air seed slightly distorted, and the cicadas on the surrounding old trees suddenly fell silent.
Li Xuan sneered.
Clap... clap...
Cicadas one by one fell, along with a mountain snake that originally blended with the tree color.
There was no sound of insects from the ground, and where he stood, his unrestrained spirit emanated as if creating a "zone of low spiritual existence."
He closed his eyes, assuming the starting pose of "Burning River Fist."
At the sa ti, he summoned the Five Demon Forms.
In an instant... black smoke billowed, and an eerie wind howled.
Li Xuan threw another pill into his mouth and began to focus on his punches without distraction.
Blood like a great river, the "Burning River Fist" tempers the body, which is the aning of this technique’s na.
However, what flowed within Li Xuan was not a river... it was magma.
...
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Yunzhou, camp.
"The Divine Martial Monarch is a Four Demon Form? And also closely associates with the immortals? Are these pieces of information confird?"
Grand General Qu Shihu sat domineeringly, frowning as he asked.
The envoy he sent to slap their face was instead slapped back miserably.
How could Qu Shihu resign to this?
He always thought that with Wang Baxian gone and the Wang family no more, the cycle of fortune and misfortune would naturally turn to his favor.
As for the sudden rise of that Divine Martial Monarch, he kept him in mind but found nothing insurmountable.
A young man in his twenties with martial fa but no martial virtue, of what use is he?
But this ti, he happened to be slapped by that very young man.
Upon hearing the news, he imdiately inquired, and now the investigator returned, saying, "General, indeed... it’s said that a fairy lived in his royal mansion for quite so ti. Only recently did she leave."
Qu Shihu had yet to speak when a subordinate general coldly snorted, "Pretty boy!"
Qu Shihu furrowed his brows tightly, then summoned a Secret Martial Martial Artist for consultation on whether "Four Demon Forms are possible."
The Secret Martial Martial Artist rely shook his head.
Upon further inquiry, Qu Shihu imdiately understood, "One Demon Form alone can tornt a person to death, how can four be possible?"
Yet, the impossible occurred.
Qu Shihu sighed long, surveyed the trusted generals under his command, and said, "I’m afraid we are no longer destined for wealth and glory, and even such a noble lady as the princess cannot fall into our residence."
A general expressed indignation, "What is he? What accomplishnts does he have?"
Qu Shihu said, "He has earned the attention of the immortals and is likely to soon ascend to their rank. How can we compete with him? We cannot."
The generals fud with anger.
Suddenly, a scholar erged, quietly saying, "General, the current world is actually no longer ruled by the sovereign."
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