King Zhong Win said, “Having killed someone on the territory of the Qing Tian Clan, how can we let them escape so easily? You personally make a trip, make sure to intercept them, we can’t let the tiger return to the mountain.”
“According to the analysis of the intelligence that has been passed up, their cultivation is not very strong, why do you need a disciple to personally go out and dispatch a random Death Knight to exterminate them.”At the centre of Zhu Qingyi’s brow, there was a tattoo mark of a red evil flower that emitted a faint glow, making her appear even more evil.
The Middle Winning King said, “Killing them is just one of the smaller tasks. On this trip, what you really need to do is to go to the Red River Mansion and invite a Dan Dao Saint Master to the Qingtian Clan.”
“A Dan Dao Saint Master.”
Zhu Qingyi’s expression became quite serious, having to face this matter squarely.
A Dan Dao Saint Master could refine Holy Pills, possessing the means to ‘bring the dead to life’, and by obtaining a Dan Dao Saint Master, the strength of the entire Qingtian Clan would be raised by a fraction.
In the Northern Region, there are only two Saint Masters of the Dao of Dan, and each one of them is able to become the guest of the Blood Emperor. How could such a figure not be treated with caution?
With a flick of the Middle Winning King’s finger, a white letterhead spun and flew out from between his two fingers as he said, ”The letter contains the information of that Dan Dao Saint Master, so you have to rush over there as soon as possible. It is said that several other tribes have also sent out strong men to prepare to invite this person, so don’t let them beat you to it.”
The ten major tribes were in a relationship of mutual co-operation as well as competition.
Zhu Qingyi grabbed the letterhead, pursed her lips and smiled, her pair of danfeng eyes were slightly upturned, such a beautiful pair of eyes, but they revealed a murderous intent, saying, “Since we are going to the Hongchuan Mansion, then my disciple will behead those three human saints by the way.”
“Wow…”
With that, Zhu Qingyi transformed into a cloud of black mist and disappeared out of thin air in the middle of the temple.
It was a long distance from the Ningfeng Prefecture to the Hongchuan Prefecture, two million miles apart, which an ordinary person wouldn’t be able to cross even if they walked for a lifetime.
Between the two mansions, there was actually a spatial wormhole connection, and it would be reached in a matter of moments. However, the entrance to the wormhole was heavily guarded by the Immortal Blood Clan, so it was impossible to borrow a route, so Zhang Ruochen and the three of them could only choose to fly to the Red River Mansion.
On the way, Huang Yichen beheaded an Immortal Blood Race commander and seized his chariot.
The chariot was pulled by two sixth-ranked upper class savage beasts, which could travel on land as well as soar in the vault of the sky, and, with the fastest speed comparable to that of a Lower Realm Saint, it could cross hundreds of thousands of miles of territory every single day.
Zhang Ruochen sat in the chariot and closed his eyes to meditate, searching his mind for memories.
Eight hundred years ago, he had flipped through the Sacred Brightness Central Empire’s Spiritual Power Codex and had seen many high-level lightning spells, and was prepared to pick out one or two of them to cultivate and enhance his strength.
Using only low-level spells would not bring out the true strength of a Spiritual Power Saint at all. Just like when he fought the Four-Winged Blood Saint, he struck dozens of low-level spells and failed to kill him.
Spells, in total, were divided into ten levels.
Zhang Ruochen had only cultivated a few low-level spells, and his most powerful move, the “Thunder and Fire Vortex”, was only a third-level spell, far from being comparable to a tenth-level spell.
Above the tenth level spells, there were even more powerful spiritual power moves, known as holy spells.
Only with the spiritual strength of a Spiritual Saint could one cultivate a Holy Law successfully. Every holy method had earth-shattering power, and could bulldoze a mountain range, burn a sea, and exterminate a giant city.
Sacred Laws were also divided into ten levels, and even if it was only a Level 1 Sacred Law, it was quite difficult to cultivate, requiring a great deal of time to comprehend.
“Grade 1 Saint Law, Thunder God’s Hammer.”
Zhang Ruochen’s mouth recited a sentence, and then, in his mind, densely-packed words appeared.
Theoretically, a spell required an entire book to record it, and only after one had penetrated the book could one cultivate the spell successfully.
A holy law, on the other hand, required a roomful of books to explain and elaborate on it, and only by penetrating all of the books in a roomful of books would one be able to cultivate a holy law successfully.
The content and interpretation of the Thunder God’s Hammer had long been memorised in Zhang Ruochen’s mind, but comprehending it was another matter. He only meditated for a few moments before he felt a bit dizzy and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
Zhang Ruochen didn’t give up, using his powerful spiritual energy, he studied one by one in the sea of consciousness, overcoming one difficulty after another.
It should be known that with Zhang Ruochen’s current mental strength, it only took a single breath of time to memorise all the contents of a book and understand the meaning of those contents.
However, it took him two whole days to comb through all the contents of the Thunder God’s Hammer, and he had only comprehended fifty to sixty percent of its true meaning.
“Continue.”
Zhang Ruochen was eager to enhance his strength, and he had to cultivate into a Saint Law as soon as possible.
As long as he mastered a Saint Law, even if he encountered a Xuan Huang Realm Saint, Zhang Ruochen would have a great chance of winning.
Xuanhuang Realm Saints were already quite powerful existences amongst the Sacred Realm beings.
Immediately after, Zhang Ruochen spent another day and night comprehending the contents of the Thunder God’s Hammer for the second time, comprehending seventy to eighty percent of its true meaning.
After three days of sleepless cultivation, with Zhang Ruochen’s current physical condition, he was naturally a bit overwhelmed and had to stop and rest.
When his condition had recovered a bit, Zhang Ruochen came outside the chariot and attempted to perform this one type of Sacred Law.
With both of his hands, he formed a hand seal, and with that, the aura from the heavens and the earth converged towards him, transforming into a purple thunderbolt that intertwined together.
The entire sky darkened as black clouds rolled in, and within the clouds, a massive aura was birthed.
The living beings within a hundred miles radius looked at the terrifying vision in the sky and felt the astonishing pressure, all of them trembling in fear.
However, the Thunder God’s Hammer did not coalesce, and those thunderbolts gradually dispersed and disappeared without a trace, and the sky returned to clear.
The casting failed.
Zhang Ruochen was not discouraged, he just shook his head slightly and smiled, and began to cast it a second time.
For the second time, it was already a failure.
Third time, failure.
……
After failing more than twenty times in a row, Zhang Ruochen felt a bit mentally exhausted before he stopped, and while recovering his mental strength, he was also carefully thinking about the reason for his failure.
From the beginning to the end, Huang Yichen kept quiet and did not say a word, just staring at Zhang Ruochen quietly.
Qing Mo quietly transmitted his voice and said, “County Lord, it seems that Zhang Ruochen has encountered a problem, without the guidance of an old generation Spiritual Force Saint, it is simply impossible for him to cultivate a Sacred Law successfully.”
Spiritual power cultivators, too, had teachers.
Teachers didn’t just teach how to cultivate spiritual power, they also had to teach them how to cultivate spells and holy methods.
Some of the techniques and details in cultivation were not recorded in the books at all, and going through them on their own would lead to many detours. Not to mention a few days, even if one spent several months or even several years, one might not be able to successfully cultivate a holy method.
Huang Yichen said, ”Zhang Ruochen is not an ordinary person, ever since he stepped onto the path of cultivation, there has almost never been a teacher to teach him, it’s all been him learning on his own. In the end, it’s actually that no one can teach him, thus it can be seen that his enlightenment is not comparable to ordinary people. A Sacred Dharma is definitely not difficult for him.”
Qing Mo always felt that Her Highness the County Lord had a kind of blind confidence in Zhang Ruochen, could it be that just because she loved someone, therefore, she believed that he could do anything?
“I see, only when the Spiritual Power Sacred Phase and the Heaven and Earth Aura are combined together can a Sacred Law be executed.”
The corners of Zhang Ruochen’s mouth slightly turned upwards, revealing a smile, then he stood up and formed a seal once again.
“Giggle.”
The Spiritual Power Saint Phase appeared, in human form, condensed from thunder and lightning, emitting an eye-catching light that caused the pitch-black night sky to reflect a layer of purple light.
The aura of heaven and earth continuously converged towards the Spiritual Power Saint Phase, condensing an electric hammer.
Qing Mo stared dumbfounded at the huge lightning figure standing behind Zhang Ruochen, which was like a thunder god holding an electric hammer, emitting a rather powerful aura.
Qing Mo spat out his tongue, and had to be convinced in his heart as he muttered to himself, “So powerful, to think that it only took three days to self-taught himself a Saint Law.”
Right at this moment, Zhang Ruochen looked as if he had sensed something, and his gaze glanced in the direction behind him, then, he struck the Thunder God’s Hammer out, striking at a mountain sixty miles away.
A Death Knight wearing the Ten Saint Blood Armour stood at the top of the mountain, and when he saw the Electric Hammer descending from the sky, he hastily raised a shield cast with a skull.
Immediately, a huge blood-red skull flew out from the shield and collided with the Thor’s Hammer.
“Rumble.”
The two-thousand-metre-high mountain collapsed downwards, quickly turning into flat ground, and even some of the rocks melted into magma, and on the surface of the magma, there was a lightning pattern flowing.
The Death Knight didn’t fall down, still maintaining his standing position and holding his shield up.
“Splat!”
The shield in his hand shattered and turned into a piece of iron.
The Death Knight’s mouth coughed out blood, suffering some injuries, and he fell backward sharply, meeting up with another Death Knight and standing side by side.
“Could it be that the Immortal God Temple sent Death Knights after them?”
Huang Yichen and Qing Mo immediately revolved their holy qi and entered a battle state.
Behind the two Death God Knights, a woman wearing a black veil stepped out, her figure was concave and curvy, her pair of eyes contained an evil power, and she softly said, “Before I came here, I had underestimated you, with the power of the attack that you just erupted, I’m afraid that your spiritual power has already reached the fifty-two rank, right?”
“Are you a human or an Immortal Blood Race?”Zhang Ruochen asked.
That woman did not have blood wings on her back, which was why Zhang Ruochen asked.
She smiled faintly, “I have half Undying Blood Race blood and half human blood in my body. I forgot to tell you that my name is Zhu Qingyi, a direct disciple of the Middle Winning King.”
“A disciple of the Middle Winning King.”
A cold colour appeared in Zhang Ruochen’s eyes.
It was truly a narrow road between enemies.
Zhu Qingyi said, “Your spiritual power is not bad, you are a talented person, tell me your name and origin, and say that there may not necessarily be a way to live in front of you.”
