On the desolate Taotian Peak, grass grew and kites soared.
A silhouette leapt over one obstacle after another like a cheetah. Astonishingly, when the figure rose, it was as nimble as a feathered bird, yet upon landing, it stomped like a massive elephant, leaving a long trail of footprints behind.
Qin Wentian lay on a pile of rubble, watching the figure with flickering eyes: "It’s been only seven days, and he’s reached this level... He truly deserves to be this generation’s Newcor King!"
He spoke as he looked at Hong Man and Jiang Churan, not far off, who were moving chanically like stakes, each step taking considerable ti. He couldn’t help but urge, "What are you standing there for? Get running! At this rate, when will you adapt to the armor like Ye Qingchen?"
No doubt about it.
Training in this armor had unimaginable effects.
Not only could it train the body, but it could also fully unleash one’s potential. In just seven days, Jiang Churan and Hong Man broke through their limitations and stepped into the Spiritual Sea Realm together.
Of course, they had also changed into the sa armor as Ye Qingchen.
This armor seed like ordinary leather, but its weight was astonishing. So much so that the two who had just reached the Spiritual Sea Realm found it extrely difficult even to lift their feet under the crushing weight of this armor.
"To wear this armor and move freely, you must constantly circulate True Qi! Spread True Qi throughout your limbs and body!" Qin Wentian shouted while drinking wine, explaining.
"Roar!"
Hong Man roared, and True Qi burst forth, circulating through his body. He struggled to lift his foot and stomped down heavily, cracking the ground. Without pausing, he imdiately took another step.
Next to him, Jiang Churan quickly circulated True Qi, closely following Hong Man.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
Just then, a crisp bell rang out.
"Ti to eat!"
Amidst the clear call, Ye Qing walked out of the hall, holding several roasted wild rabbits.
The rabbits, golden in color, were mouthwatering.
Upon hearing the bell, those in training swept through like a whirlwind, devouring the rabbits in no ti.
"Old Man Qin, do you think with our training, we could catch up to those in the major sects?" Hong Man, wiping his mouth, asked, feeling his stamina gradually returning.
Qin Wentian took a sip of wine, snorted coldly: "What are the eight major sects? As long as you persist, even the last generation’s Newcor King is no match for you!"
"Really?" Hong Man’s eyes widened.
The gap between them and the previous generation was three years.
These three years were enough to elevate those people to heights they could hardly reach. Qin Wentian’s assertion that they could surpass the last generation’s Newcor King was naturally shocking.
"Could I deceive you?" Qin Wentian snorted. "The only difference between us and the major sects is resources. But my training thod can greatly bridge that gap!"
Training with armor strengthens the body and accelerates True Qi circulation.
Once the body adapts to the weight and True Qi speed, removing the constraints will boost battle power by several folds.
"So, if we had enough resources, wouldn’t we achieve even higher degrees?" Jiang Churan’s eyes lit up.
Ye Qingchen naturally cared about cultivation, but he was more concerned with Ye Qing’s injury. After all, according to her, the pill taken could only suppress the wound for half a year.
Once the ti was up, the injury would return with a vengeance.
Seemingly noticing Ye Qingchen’s gaze, Qin Wentian looked over, "Ye Qing’s injuries are severe, and ordinary pills can’t suppress them. I know of a secret realm which might have a cure for her injuries."
"Where is it? I’ll go now!"
Ye Qingchen quickly stood up.
"The secret realm won’t open for another three months, and with your current strength, going there would be a one-way trip!" Qin Wentian snorted. "After eating, the three of you head to Silent Hill to gather so Blood Spirit Flowers! I’ll prepare so potions for cultivation for you!"
Having finished eating, the three wasted no ti and headed towards Silent Hill.
Silent Hill, spanning hundreds of miles, was deeper than the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range, filled with towering trees, ancient vines coiling, a prival forest look.
Occasionally, roars of beasts echoed from the depths.
And Blood Spirit Flowers were found deep within Silent Hill.
The group moved at full speed, entering the heart of Silent Hill in less than half an hour.
Here, their speed gradually slowed, for according to Qin Wentian, beasts road here, and even Spiritual Sea Realm ones might be encountered!
Roar!
At this mont.
A huge blue python suddenly erged from the bushes, exuding fierce energy, its fangs bared, whipping up a sinister wind.
"Courting death!"
Hong Man shouted, delivering a punch straight to the python’s head.
With a thud, the python cried out and fell heavily to the ground. Knowing it was no match, it coiled its body and quickly retreated into the jungle.
"Hong Man, don’t chase it!" Jiang Churan called out to stop him.
Hearing this, Hong Man stopped in his tracks.
Ye Qingchen added, "That’s right, we’re here to gather Blood Spirit Flowers, don’t waste ti on these beasts! If we encounter beasts, avoid them and return as soon as possible!"
"Hahaha... Thinking of returning, it won’t be that easy. This Silent Hill will be your chosen burial ground!"
A cold laugh ca from the left.
"Who’s there?"
Ye Qingchen was taken aback.
He looked towards the sound, seeing a few hundred ters away, an emaciated man in gray stood atop a treetop, exuding a murderous aura, his gaze like a venomous snake scanning the three of them.
At the sa ti, several figures appeared, unknowingly surrounding the three.
"With such skills, you claim to be the Newcor King?" the man in gray sneered, "We’ve been following for so long, and you didn’t even notice!"
Ye Qingchen’s gaze darkened.
His armor suppressed him, diminishing his perception, hence he didn’t sense these people approaching.
Obviously.
These people had planned this.
"Indeed, this deal seems easily attainable!" Another man cast a lecherous gaze at Jiang Churan, "I want this woman too! Seeing such a rare beauty, it’s a feast for the eyes!"
The man in gray didn’t refuse, looking down at Ye Qingchen, "Boy, will you end yourself, or shall we do it?"
His words clearly disregarded Ye Qingchen.
In his view.
They were all seasoned warriors, and dealing with a fledgling would be a cakewalk. Even if he was the Newcor King, so what?
"Ye Qingchen!"
Jiang Churan and Hong Man imdiately looked towards Ye Qingchen.
Awaiting Ye Qingchen’s order.
At this mont, Ye Qingchen suddenly lifted his head with a smile, "Seems like you’ve already decided to take us on?"
"That’s right, do you still intend to resist?" the man in gray sneered.
Then, he abruptly restrained his smile, eyes gleaming cold, "Today, I’ll surely take your head as my prize! Do it!"
As he finished, he shouted.
Nurous crossbow arrows were unleashed, covering a ten-ter radius in an instant, converging on Ye Qingchen at the center like a whirlwind, carrying endless killing intent.
In an instant, Ye Qingchen found himself in a deadly situation.
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