With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 752 - 593: Spur, Forging Arms, and King Xiang’s Rete

"This ti, I absolutely...!"

BOOM!!!

The tip of the spear touches, and the phoenix silhouette swoops in to peck.

A fiery storm ripple rises on the stone creature’s body, and then it is wholly engulfed by an earth-colored heavy airflow.

The water flows like a curtain of rippling colors, the stone creature unhard, with only minor chips imdiately repaired by the dual elents of water and earth.

Offense and defense shift.

The stone creature seriously throws a punch, smashing her onto the ground...

Yang Yuelian just tries to get up but is turned over again by the injury-indifferent, purely rock composed, water-earth fortified, will-strengthened stone creature...

Repeatedly several tis.

In helplessness, Yang Yuelian has to use the "[Yang Family’s Ground-Lying Gun]" to start a stand-and-defend battle...

The dragon demon slowly creeps out from ng Chuan’s collar, its dragon mouth grinning widely.

Watching the beauty and the stone creature battle is imnsely entertaining.

Having not been seen for a long ti, its increasingly stout body looks particularly sinister...

ng Chuan summons the dragon demon, transferring control of the stone creature to it, and turns to walk towards Xiang King’s Mausoleum a hundred ters away.

Its will-control magnetic field range is as far as fifty zhang.

Converted, that’s more than one hundred and fifty ters.

Within this distance, the stone creature sustained by willpower continues to exist, rely consuming so spiritual power.

The dragon demon receives the order, its body shrinks again, flying to the stone creature’s shoulder, just overlooking the woman in front.

Its black and increasingly stout body, with its red, evil eyes, reveals a sinister grin full of sharp white teeth.

Seeing this thing, Yang Yuelian’s heart suddenly fills with an ominous feeling...

Sure enough, the stone creature becos more agile, its limbs acting unruly, each move aiming directly at the vital points...

...

Before Xiang King’s Mausoleum.

The local Martial Arts Association has specially encircled this area to prevent others from vandalizing it.

At the sa ti, there are designated forest rangers who regularly clean the leaves and dust.

ng Chuan stands in front, with the sound of the stone creature’s heavy punches and the girl’s cries echoing in his ears...

Coming to his senses, he takes out the offerings he bought.

The Heart Fire ignites, swirling dust dances with the wind, its destination unknown.

Pressing the palm, extinguishing all incense ashes.

Setting down fruits, taking out a jug of Wudang’s Kungfu wine, he slowly pours it before the tombstone.

The wine seeps into the crevices of stone bricks, exuding a rich aroma.

ng Chuan nods slightly in respect:

"Elder, it’s an honor to et you."

His voice is calm, yet carries a hint of reverence.

The last Martial Arts Celestial King of the Ancient Martial Era, Qin Xiang, creator of the Five Elents Qiankun Fist.

Also, a benefactor in his unseen Martial Arts path.

Just at this mont, the wind around the mausoleum suddenly stops, as if even the mountains are listening to his speech.

ng Chuan raises his hand across the tombstone, in will’s circulation, a strand of earth’s elental energy seeps underground, reinforcing the loose stone seams around the mausoleum.

This is the only thing he can do, to maintain the final resting place for this forr king.

With this offering, it is enough.

Martial Arts practitioners do not bother with elaborate rituals.

ng Chuan steps back three paces, clasping his fists in salute, and turns to leave.

The mountain wind rises again, sweeping over the mausoleum with a few dry leaves, the aroma of wine lingering.

Just as he turns around, he suddenly sees the floating dry leaves before him pause in mid-air.

As if supported by an invisible aura, drawn into forming an arcing barrier.

The mountain wind stagnates, even the temperature before the mausoleum abruptly drops by three degrees.

He pauses his step, pupils slightly constrict.

Where does this aura co from?

This is by no ans a natural phenonon.

"Buzz!"

Turning his head back, at Xiang King’s Mausoleum, there’s no fallen leaves remaining.

"Could it be... Xiang King wants to retain ?"

He suddenly recalls a matter.

The essence of Martial Arts can reside in natural scenery or be engraved by predecessors.

Could it be Xiang King’s Mausoleum also retains the true essence of Martial Arts?

He has already scanned the stone tablet and found nothing similar to what is engraved at Hua Mountain’s [Cliff of Reflection].

Xiang King, esteed as the Martial Arts Celestial King, resides at a higher realm.

Therefore, the way to trigger the true essence revelation... is more hidden?

And more mysterious.

ng Chuan boldly speculates.

The formidable power of the Martial Arts Celestial King surely surpasses his imagination.

Perhaps sothing like an unsolved soul or unfinished resolve still remains, who knows...

ng Chuan ponders within, then turns an idea.

Whether it is or isn’t, testing will reveal all.

The Five Elents circulates within the chest and abdon, his spine taut like a bowstring.

Accompanying the instant of energy adjustnt, ng Chuan keenly senses, the invisible aura surrounding him responds accordingly.

This feeling...

Just as suspected, likely correct.