Transforming into a dragon from a flood dragon.
Throughout history spanning thousands of years, only a few succeeded. Such a grand event, affecting the townspeople along the way, wouldn't go unnoticed by many talented individuals, and those who pursue the Tao often intervene to earn rits.
——"Dragon at Stew (Exotic Delicacy): Stewed with ink dragon at and Dragon Blood, sweet in taste, fiery in nature, invigorates the kidney ridian, greatly replenishes the essence, and keeps one full for months when consud."
One person and one tiger feasted eagerly around a pot of dragon at.
The young man ate quite a bit, but Lu Shanjun ate even more. In the end, only a pot of soup remained, and the two of them finished the dragon at and drank it all up.
After eating, both felt their bodies beco hot and sat cross-legged to practice, refining the essence from the dragon at.
——"Surging True Qi: The True Qi in your body is stimulated by Dragon Essence, significantly enhancing the efficiency of refining essence into qi, and slightly enhancing the efficiency of True Qi circulation, lasting for a month."
——"Abundant Essence: The essence in your body has reached the human limit, greatly enhancing cultivation efficiency, strengthening the recovery ability of root bone essence, enhancing the conversion efficiency of minor circulation, lasting for a month."
Two special buff states, both very powerful, lasting for a month.
The young man's face was flushed and he imdiately sat cross-legged, circulating the True Qi in his body, and even mobilizing the baleful energy integrated into his ridians to suppress the rampant essence from the dragon at and Dragon Blood.
Everything was good, just a bit too hot, over-replenished.
The young man turned his back, sat cross-legged to refine, and Lu Shanjun, with deeper skill, dispelled the heat in just a mont, leaped directly to the valley, and perford a vigorous set of Tiger Fist.
About a quarter of an hour later, the young man's complexion returned to normal.
Lu Shanjun ca back at this ti and looked at the young man's complexion and said with satisfaction, "Don't sleep for the next few days, just ditate until dawn."
"Lest you lose your Yang essence."
Nocturnal emission.
Lu Shanjun feared the young man was unaware of human secrets and directly pointed it out. It would be a pity if the Yang essence leaked, as it would likely greatly reduce the effect of refining essence to transform the bones.
The young man nodded and continued to sit cross-legged, seemingly entering the 'No Self' state to cultivate.
"Truly a prodigy in cultivation."
"I have not seen many people who, having just begun cultivating Inner Strength, can directly enter the 'No Self' state," Lu Shanjun marveled.
To achieve stillness, how difficult it is.
But the young man seed to be naturally able to enter 'stillness'. As long as he ditated to cultivate, circulating True Qi, even the world's grandmasters sowhat paled in comparison.
In reality, the young man's consciousness was already above the Dinsion, this Human Form being No Self, naturally making stillness easy.
Dinsion Space.
Duncan was resting his chin, seemingly deep in thought. He had yet to ascertain the power ceiling of this world, but from observing the strength of the ink dragon and the ape, he could probably guess the level of the top human experts.
On the sixth day after the ink dragon's failure to transform into a dragon.
The morning brought white dew.
The young man and Lu Shanjun had entered Jingnan, and upon hearing that there was a swordsmithing estate near Fuzhou, Lu Shanjun wanted to take a look to see if he could find a suitable weapon. These days, the world was chaotic, emperors changed every few years, martial artists ruled, and even the Confucianists were waning slightly.
That day, the two arrived at Longquan Town, just sitting down, they heard a storyteller in the teahouse recounting strange tales of transforming into a dragon from a flood dragon.
"Oh?"
"Are the Jianghu people this well-inford?"
Duncan's expression was one of surprise as he exchanged a glance with Lu Shanjun. Both were witnesses, and though the storyteller's tale included exaggerations and adaptations, many of the events matched up, and so details even seed to be building their reputation in Jianghu.
In Jianghu rumors, they were new rising experts; the young man single-handedly slew the six monsters of Jimo and made a na for himself in Shandong's underworld.
——Storyteller (Two-Star Silver Gray) (Underworld Rank).
This storyteller had so skills, and a glance showed him a handso young man and a fierce-looking Great Han Dynasty man behind him. His pupils contracted slightly, but he quickly pretended not to have seen anything, continuing to tell the next segnt of Jianghu rumors.
After all, transforming into a dragon from a flood dragon was far removed from the common person's Jianghu, and many listened as if it were a tale of gods and demons.
The storyteller's Inner Strength technique was also quite peculiar, not following usual ridian paths, but specially flowing through the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, especially focusing on the tongue and throat. His speaking style was fluctuating and captivating, and he could mimic many sounds through vocal techniques, astonishing the nearby audience.
Lu Shanjun, having been among mortals for a while, had gradually beco familiar with the ways of the human world. At this mont, seated on the second floor, listening to the bizarre tales of Jianghu, he rested his chin, not knowing what he was contemplating.
"Greetings to you both."
"My master wishes to invite you for tea in the loft."
A plump tea lady approached, bowing to the leading young man. She also had so skill but was an unranked person in Jianghu, needing at least True Qi cultivation to be considered a third-rate expert.
In the elegant loft sat a refined middle-aged man, disguised and not showing his true face.
Upon seeing the young man, he imdiately stood up, his gaze then falling on Lu Shanjun, giving him a cupped-fist salute, "Honored guests."
"Please excuse my inadequate hospitality."
Lu Shanjun scrutinized the man with his tiger eyes, snorting coldly, "Don't play those Jianghu tricks on us, we don't count as Jianghu people."
"Whatever your business, just say it directly."
The man was quite strong, but Lu Shanjun was confident he could take him down.
The refined man was not bothered by Lu Shanjun's tone, humbly replied, "I am Chang Ming, from the Sky chanism Pavilion, one of the nine streams and ten schools, practicing miscellaneous studies."
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