dkrc Chapter 78 Where to Find Supernatural Powers? Cultivation in the Mortal World
Chapter 78 Where to Find Supernatural Powers? Cultivation in the Mortal World
Chapter 78 Where to Find Supernatural Powers? Cultivation in the Mortal World
The roaring chain hammer, like a living dragon, flew back and spontaneously coiled around Lin Zhuo's waist, becoming as peaceful and inconspicuous as a fierce beast returning to its lair.
The White Egret Sword Sect Taoists, who had witnessed the battle, did not look at the corpse lying on the ground. Instead, they bowed to Lin Zhuo and uttered exclamations of praise.
"Young Master Lin's divine might is unparalleled, truly a blessing for the righteous path of the world."
"After witnessing this battle, I, a humble Taoist priest, have not tasted meat for three months."
"Young hero, you are truly a man of great spirit and extraordinary skill; your techniques are so exquisite that they are beyond compare."
Regardless of the grudges and entanglements involved in this battle, for any martial artist to witness such a supreme skill is like having a sumptuous feast, and they would be completely satisfied.
Lin Zhuo bowed and clasped his hands in return, saying, "I have done my best and am fortunate to have lived up to the trust placed in me by Daoist Changming. My meager skills are not worthy of such praise from you all."
"If Young Master Lin's skill is considered a minor trick, then there are probably no truly superior martial arts in the world," Chang Mingzi said with a smile, stroking his beard.
Chang Xi is dead. Just as Lin Zhuo had said before, there were no signs of damage to the various furnishings and decorations in the hall. In a battle between grandmasters, this means that there is a significant difference in strength between the two sides.
The White Egret Sword Sect is not without even more powerful martial arts. Its blue-quality moves incorporate the energy of heaven and earth, capable of piercing through buildings and splitting the ground. If Chang Mingzi were to personally take action, a single sword strike would likely destroy most of the main hall of the Dao Palace.
This is precisely why Lin Zhuo's exquisite control over this move is so rare, truly demonstrating the difference between him and ordinary Qigong masters.
This control comes from the martial artist's mental state, including intangible elements such as fighting spirit and belief. The more a martial art resonates with one's own will, the more extraordinary its power will be.
Lin Zhuo's powerful mental fortitude allows him to control every wisp of true energy, ensuring that not a single trace of the force of his powerful moves leaks out. If any other martial artist were to unleash the "Chuo Long Dui Shi" technique, it would likely leave huge craters on the ground. While it may appear imposing and menacing, most of the damage actually inflicted on the opponent would be dissipated.
Therefore, even at the same level and with the same martial arts skills, there are differences in the control over moves and energy. Naturally, the more refined and seamless the control, the stronger the destructive effect. This is a self-evident truth.
Taking advantage of the momentum, Lin Zhuo revealed that he knew the whereabouts of Mo Weiren, the Divine Warrior King of the Demonic Sect, and hoped that he could invite the Taoist priest to come down the mountain to eliminate the demon.
Chang Mingzi would certainly not refuse. The reason he asked Lin Zhuo to take action and said he owed him a favor was so that he could rightfully deal with the Demonic Cult King.
Repaying a debt of gratitude is a universally acknowledged act of righteousness in the martial arts world, so even though the sect leaders did not approve of Chang Mingzi's large-scale attack, they could not refuse him.
The number of times a top-ranked expert can make a move in their lifetime is limited. The White Egret Sword Sect has no second peerless master in the martial arts world. Chang Mingzi's greatest role is to be placed on the table as a deity, to be respected and feared by the world, and to protect the sect so that it can smoothly transition to the next generation of disciples.
Chang Mingzi certainly understood this principle. Over the years, he suppressed his youthful temper and cultivated his character in seclusion on the mountain. Gradually, people only remembered the current Grandmaster of the Heavenly Ranking, "Master of the Cloud-Cutting Sword," and forgot the rising star of the White Egret Sword Sect twenty years ago, "The Blood-Clad Taoist."
He still remembers his name from when he first started out, and therefore feels quite fond of the title "Thunderous Blood Hand".
After enduring so many years, it's time to kill some pigs and dogs, otherwise people will think Chang Mingzi is dead.
"Whenever Young Hero Lin makes his move, all you need to do is send this old Taoist a letter. No matter where you are, no matter how far apart you are, no matter how many mountains you are in, it will be enough for you." The old Taoist made a hand seal and bowed, thus finalizing the promise. His words were light and casual, but they carried immense weight in everyone's ears.
The affairs within the palace have finally been settled.
Lin Zhuo and Jin Xiaohu were led by a young disciple who was still shivering to Chaoyang Peak, where the Sword Sect's guest rooms were located, to find a place to rest.
He does indeed need some time to rest, adapt to the new realm, and develop new martial arts skills.
After Lin Zhuo and the tabby cat went out together, Chang Mingzi and the others could no longer see his back. They finally couldn't hold back and started shouting.
The Lord of the Medicine Fragrance Palace is dead, but the huge amount of trouble he left behind is far from being resolved.
Even the corpse was quite an eyesore.
The various temple masters debated how to deal with it. From a sentimental standpoint, it should be properly buried, and private memorial services could be held during festivals. However, from a practical standpoint, it should be hastily wrapped up and sent to a mass grave, where wild dogs would dig it up and devour it.
The head Taoist priest closed his eyes, covered his forehead, and at that moment he truly felt old.
The argument went on and on without reaching a consensus. Then, Qinghong, a true disciple, came to report that all the hidden members of the Demonic Cult had been captured and were awaiting their fate.
"Qinghong————"
"Disciple is here."
"Go find a straw mat, wrap your sixth uncle's body in it, and send it to the back mountain. Bury him in Guiyin Valley, just like the condemned prisoners in the Demon-Suppressing Stone Prison. Do it yourself, and don't tell anyone where he's buried. He doesn't deserve incense and sacrifices, so don't prepare paper money or incense. Just recite a couple of lines from the 'Rebirth Sutra.'"
"Your disciple obeys."
Chang Mingzi rallied again. The ruthless and cold-hearted old Taoist priest no longer showed any sign of depression on his face. He then instructed the disciples serving in the hall to bring several basins of clean water to wipe the bloodstains on the ground clean.
These high-ranking figures from the sword sects left one after another, leaving the servants and disciples still shaken, discussing everything that had happened that day.
One of the young Taoist priests was wiping away bloodstains while tears streamed down his face. His companions said he was frightened, but the young priest was crying for Chang Xi. Even though the master of the Medicine Fragrance Hall was usually strict and had a gloomy temper, he would occasionally care about the sect's disciples and had even given the young priest a few bottles of nourishing and healing pills.
The young Taoist priest was wiping the stone base of the pillar when he suddenly exclaimed in surprise. On the stone where he had wiped away the bloodstains, there was a barely noticeable, incomplete footprint—the one Chang Xi had made before his death. So, according to the agreement, it was actually the Earth Ranking Grandmaster, Mountain-Crushing Divine Hand, who lost.
Even in death, one must be clever enough to leave a trace as a wordless epitaph. The young Taoist priest thought his sixth uncle was truly pathetic, hateful, and lamentable. So he smiled, and then finally burst into sobs.
Lin Zhuo and his mistress Hong Yingniang lingered at the White Egret Sword Sect.
The mountain where the guest resides is not far from the main peak, and it is usually undisturbed by sect disciples, making it particularly peaceful.
Lin Zhuo shared a courtyard with Jin Xiaohu, while Hong Yingniang and her two daughters lived next door. Since he had made such an arrangement, the two obedient girls naturally did not object.
"You, sleep in that room." Jin Xiaohu took over the west wing, still sticking to the Western White Tiger's explanation.
It can't be called superstition, after all, the "Zha Gui Wei Ling Gong" that the cat cultivates can indeed attract the power of the White Tiger, which can slay ghosts and spirits and shake the three souls and seven spirits.
Lin Zhuo sorted through the loot he had collected from the quest. The second part of the quest, "Searching for Home in the Mortal World," gave him a white-quality [Infantry Armor - Helmet], which completed his set of armor.
The third part of the "Where is the Elixir?" quest yielded a blue-quality [Poison-Repelling Bead], the same type as the secret elixir from the Undying Valley that Fang Qingjun possessed. Wearing it allows one to emit a unique fragrance within a three-foot radius, dispelling environmental toxins that cannot be affected by magic.
Lin Zhuo has no use for this prop, but he can sell it for a few hundred disaster coins.
A new task chain pops up on the information board.
[Network Notification: The third part of the quest "Searching for Home in the Mortal World" has been triggered]
Searching for Home in the Mortal World (Part 3): Destroy Huanhuafang, the peripheral organization of the Demonic Cult behind the Golden Pavilion, and kill its main members (0/4)
Difficulty: Extremely difficult. Description: You successfully prevented the tragic annihilation of the White Egret Sword Sect, but this has incurred the extreme hatred of Huanhua Workshop. They will not let go of any target they consider an enemy. If you give up and retire to the countryside, the future awaiting you and Hong Yingniang will be one of endless pursuit. Since that is the case, why continue to tolerate it? Go all out and fight!
Lin Zhuo was not in a hurry to advance the task.
Give yourself some time to practice martial arts.
This also gives the demon cubs of Huanhuafang some time. They will naturally gather together, grind their teeth and suck blood, waiting to get rid of Lin Zhuo, this thorn in their side. This way, it will save Lin Zhuo from chasing them one by one.
On the first day of rest at the White Egret Sword Sect, Lin Zhuo devoted himself to planning, gathering inspiration from his experiences and insights gained from the battles along the way, and refining and transforming the martial arts foundation he had accumulated.
By evening, he had devised white-grade lightness skills and body protection techniques to replace the original "Shrinking Earth and Leaping," "Flicking Finger and Escape," and "Jade Belt Entangling the Mountain," respectively named "Riding the Dragon and Treading the Sea Skill," "Flying Star Shuttle Technique," and "Leak-Free Body Qi."
Once these three martial arts are mastered, they can all consume the hidden dragon energy of the Fallen Dragon, greatly enhancing their effectiveness.
However, the effect of the Hidden Dragon buff is a rare resource accumulated on the spot, and the upper limit of its quantity is not high. Moreover, it is necessary to supply martial arts, light footwork and body protection at the same time, which makes it a bit tight.
Fortunately, after gaining the professional characteristic of externalizing the Divine Vein, Lin Zhuo can channel some of the Hidden Dragon Force to his body, using the artifacts attached to the Divine Vein as carriers. In this way, he can continue to safely stack the Hidden Dragon buff.
The Serpent Chain Hammer is badly damaged and can only withstand three layers of Hidden Dragon at most. The full set of Foot Armor is of decent quality and can withstand five layers, so the total number of layers of the Buff from the Fallen Dragon is currently 17.
This means that under extreme circumstances, the power of Lin Zhuo's moves can reach 120 times the destructive power of true qi.
If one could truly achieve this level of power in actual combat, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they would be invincible in the world of "Cangcheng".
Unfortunately, the activation time of the "Clumsy Dragon's Demise" skill is still too long, making it easy to be interrupted prematurely when facing experts.
Only by finding a way to store up the hidden dragon's energy in advance can one achieve a rapid start in actual combat.
However, this kind of thing can no longer be solved by martial arts alone. If there is a technique that can store a ball of high-speed, destructive true energy in the body for a long time without any harm, it would not be an exaggeration to call it a supernatural power.
Where can such supernatural powers be found?
The answer is definitely the version of Fu Dao, from which all laws of the world can be found.
Moreover, once the profession level is raised to Lv4, the importance of learning the art of talismans becomes even more prominent.
So far, although Lin Zhuo has memorized a lot of strange symbols by rote, he has not truly understood any of them.
His companion, Shu Yuliu, had already mastered one or two ghostly talismans that symbolized fragments of the true names of deities.
After all, she had personally experienced the divine power from beyond the heavens, and the true god was happy to share fragments of his name as a mark of believers, engraved in the minds of mortals, constantly proclaiming his magnificent majesty.
Jin Xiaohu was even more knowledgeable about talismans than Shu Yuliu, having independently mastered more than thirty ghost-drawn talismans.
After learning about this, Lin Zhuo began to humbly ask it for advice on learning methods.
"It's simple, because cats are smart and humans are stupid. So cats can learn it, but you can't. Meow haha." Jin Xiaohu said smugly.
The reason is actually because its race and bloodline are more spiritual, and its talents surpass those of ordinary mortals.
Lin Zhuo couldn't afford a superior bloodline for the time being, so all he could do was study hard and practice diligently. But the Dao of Talismans couldn't be understood just through rational mental activity. The true essence, as the giant panda Zhu Baixuan said, could only be felt.
Feel every existence in this world, their movement, their form, their spirit—every little thing is a trace of the Great Dao. Let these traces fall into your heart, and they will transform into runes.
Lin Zhuo knew he needed to calm down; from this day forward, every action—walking, sitting, or lying down—would be a form of spiritual practice.
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