He looked at Dong Xijiong.
Dong Xijiong’s face turned deathly pale. He had intended to use Yang Jing as a stepping stone to build his prestige among his fellow students, but he never imagined he would be so thoroughly humiliated instead.
Sensing Yang Jing’s chilling aura, he knew that if he tried to act tough any longer, Yang Jing would show him no rcy. He had no choice but to recall his Bian, which was still standing firm and ready to charge, before turning to leave with his face covered in sha.
The already quiet Magic Battle Platform fell even more silent.
"Brother Zhi, I can’t believe even soone as proud and arrogant as Dong Xijiong lost. Yang Jing has fought four matches in a row. His Magical Power must be almost depleted by now. This is the perfect ti for you to go up on stage and defeat him."
A White Dragon Academy student beside Dong Jianzhi whispered to him cautiously.
Hearing this, Dong Jianzhi resisted the urge to slap the student to the ground. ’This Yang Jing’s reputation isn’t overblown at all,’ he thought. ’He’s far stronger than the rumors claim. If I go up there now, won’t I just be like Dong Xijiong, making a complete spectacle of myself?’
A sudden chill ran down his spine as he saw Yang Jing’s gaze land on him.
Dong Jianzhi hastily took several steps back, hiding behind the people around him.
Yang Jing smiled and addressed the crowd:
"If no one else wishes to issue a challenge, then I shall claim the Dragon Transformation Pool for the next ten days."
He waited a mont, but no one else stepped forward. He turned to Yinjiao and said,
"Go on, get in the pool."
Yinjiao bowed respectfully to Yang Jing, then used the Inconstant Illusionary Form Technique to assu the form of a white dog and leaped into the Dragon Transformation Pool. As soon as he entered the water, he ducked beneath the thick lotus leaves, concealing his presence.
Yang Jing had insisted on monopolizing the pool for several reasons. First, Yinjiao’s Cultivation was only at the Qi Cultivation Realm, and the pool’s Dragon Transformation Qi was finite; competing for it against Foundation Establishnt-level Dragon Beasts would put him at a severe disadvantage. Second, cultivating in the Dragon Transformation Pool required one to reveal their true form. The Inconstant Illusionary Form Technique might not hold up for long within the pool, leaving Yinjiao’s true nature exposed to the other Dragon Beasts.
And third, things hadn’t gone smoothly for him since he’d left the Northern Domain. Now that a few worthless nobodies had tried to sche against him, he saw no reason to be polite and decided to vent so of his pent-up frustration.
One of the White Dragon Academy disciples snorted with laughter upon seeing that Yang Jing’s Spirit Beast was just a white dog. But when Yang Jing’s gaze shifted to him, the disciple’s face instantly turned pale with fright.
Yang Jing withdrew his gaze, sat down cross-legged right on the Magic Battle Platform, and closed his eyes to ditate and recover his energy.
"The rest of you can return to the guest house. Ji Feng and I will stay here and watch over Yinjiao."
He said, addressing Zuoqiu Feng and his three disciples.
The Dragon Transformation Pool appeared small, but once Yinjiao dove in, he discovered it was vast, nearly a thousand feet across. The mont he entered, imnse waves of Dragon Qi surged toward him from all directions, pouring into his body and cleansing his flesh.
Under the relentless, tide-like assault of the Dragon Qi, Yinjiao nearly began his breakthrough to Foundation Establishnt on the spot.
He spat out his Flood Dragon Pearl, an object that could only be condensed after cultivating the Supre Nine Transformations of the Dragon Scripture to a certain Realm.
With the pearl’s help in absorbing and channeling the Dragon Qi, Yinjiao barely managed to suppress his advancent in Cultivation.
Having reached Qi Cultivation Perfection, he had already opened thirty-six Acupoints, with a Dragon Talisman planted within each one. Now, guided by the Flood Dragon Pearl, the Dragon Qi began to gently wash over these talismans.
As the Dragon Qi washed over them, the neat, precise Dragon Talismans began to undergo a subtle transformation.
They gained a trace of profound Spiritual Essence.
Yinjiao could feel sothing slowly awakening in the depths of his bloodline.
Since he was the only flood dragon in the pool, he simply summoned a cloud of mist to shroud his body and revealed his True Body within it.
Compared to before, Yinjiao’s body had grown considerably, now asuring a full thirty feet long. His scales were perfectly arranged, shimring with a radiant silver light. His previously malnourished appearance was completely gone.
After he revealed his flood dragon form, the rate at which his Flood Dragon Pearl absorbed Dragon Qi surged dramatically.
Yinjiao simply dove to the bottom of the pool, coiled his body into a ball, and closed his eyes, allowing the Dragon Qi to wash over him. Given the exorbitant price of Dragon Transformation Water, he had never been able to use Dragon Qi so lavishly before.
Moreover, compared to the Dragon Transformation Water he had purchased from the Dong Family, the Dragon Qi in the pool was imasurably purer and suffused with a vigorous, life-giving energy.
Yang Jing’s eyelids twitched. He could sense that Yinjiao’s progress with the Dragon Transformation Scripture was advancing at a steady pace; his cultivation in the pool was proceeding smoothly.
Reassured, he turned his attention back to himself.
He planned to take this opportunity to inscribe the Great Cave Thunder Prohibition and the Taixiao Thunder Prohibition onto his arms. Given his current understanding of these two Prohibitions, bolstered by his mastery of the Five Thunders Divine Techniques, failure was almost impossible.
Still, just to be safe, Yang Jing took out two Spiritual Artifacts, the Demon-Catching Tripod and the Golden Crow Pure Yang Mirror, and had them stand guard over him alongside Ji Feng.
Since the target for the inscription was his own skeleton, the Golden Bone Technique didn’t require any Spiritual Gold as a material. He only needed to use Celestial Yang Fire to transform his Celestial True Gang into the Restriction and permanently brand it onto his bones.
Bolstered by his nurous Talents and his True Yang Body, the resilience of Yang Jing’s skeleton was slightly superior even to that of a Three Corpses Bone Demon. He had no fear that his bones lacked the strength to withstand the Restriction.
However, using Yang Fire to sear his own bones caused a pain that was, quite literally, bone-deep.
Even soone like Yang Jing trembled uncontrollably as he inscribed the first Talismanic Script. He quickly gripped his left arm to stop it from shaking in agony.
Enduring the piercing agony was one thing, but the true challenge was maintaining enough composure to avoid making a single mistake in the Talismanic Script.
Fine beads of sweat soon broke out on Yang Jing’s forehead.
Fortunately, his attainnts in Artifact Refining were profound. He worked with both speed and precision, and in the ti it takes for two incense sticks to burn, he had completely inscribed the Taixiao True Thunder Prohibition onto his left arm.
He used his inner vision to inspect the intricate Talismanic Script on his arm bone. Carved from Celestial True Gang, it flickered with a cyan-gold light. Yang Jing let out a long, deep breath.
Because he was already intimately familiar with the Taixiao Thunder Talisman, the inscribed Restriction was flawless, without a single error. Furthermore, the compatibility between his Celestial True Gang and the Taixiao True Thunder was excellent, allowing them to fuse together perfectly.
The mont the Taixiao Thunder Talisman was complete, it began to resonate with the Secret Character Thunder Talisman in Yang Jing’s Dantian, forging a connection.
Yang Jing could feel that converting his Magical Power into Taixiao True Thunder was now much smoother, and the might of the Taixiao True Thunder had also increased significantly.
He had the feeling that he could now summon Taixiao True Thunder from the heavens with a re wave of his arm.
Since he was at the White Dragon Academy, he didn’t dare test it rashly. Instead, he slowly circulated his Magical Power to soothe the lingering pain in his arm. Even though he had more than enough Celestial True Gang left to inscribe the Great Cave Thunder Prohibition, Yang Jing was determined to wait at least a day before attempting it.
The excruciating pain made him doubt he could guarantee a flawless inscription if he tried to carve a second prohibition in one day.
"Master?"
Seeing Yang Jing covered in sweat with a pale, strained expression, Ji Feng was extrely concerned. Not daring to disturb him, she paced anxiously like an ant on a hot griddle.
She only rushed forward to ask in concern when Yang Jing finally opened his eyes.
"I’m fine. I was just cultivating a particular Magic."
Yang Jing said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
He returned the Demon-Catching Tripod to his Storage Bag, then took the Golden Crow Pure Yang Mirror in hand.
Here at the White Dragon Academy, it wouldn’t be wise to send the Celestial Waterfall Sword high into the sky to gather Celestial Spirits Star Force. The Demon-Catching Tripod, being a Demonic Spiritual Artifact, was also not sothing he could brandish publicly. Thus, Yang Jing decided he might as well take the opportunity to refine the Golden Crow Pure Yang Mirror.
He had been tempering the mirror with his Sun True Fire every month or so, which had allowed its Spiritual Essence to recover significantly. A golden light now shimred across its surface.
Yang Jing spat out a torrent of Sun True Fire, enveloping the Golden Crow Pure Yang Mirror. As the True Fire refined it, the mirror grew increasingly brilliant and dazzling.
"Have you encountered any difficulties with your cultivation recently?"
He planned to guide Ji Feng in her Cultivation while he continued to refine the Golden Crow Pure Yang Mirror.
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