Chapter 115: Chapter 115: Rematch, Flesh Core

More than ninety people were focused on cultivation, continuously circulating their inner strength, forming a Great Cycle from one Minor Cycle after another, refining essence to qi, and transforming it into inner strength.

Different cultivation methods result in diverse auras, ranging from cold to fiery to wild.

Among the crowd, the most formidable aura belonged to the five Sealers, Long Jiyuan, Liu Weiyang, and Wang Huatian. Coming from Immortal Martial Mountain, their Martial Dao cultivation was extraordinary, adept at fierce combat with their flesh bodies.

Lei Tingzhi and Jing Yishui hailed from Celestial Sword Mountain, both sword cultivators, acclaimed as future Sword Immortal seeds, exuding sharp sword radiance and Sword Qi.

One embraced the Thunder Path Intent Realm, the other mastered the Cold Water Firmness and Softness Realm; coupled with their long swords, their combat power greatly surpassed those of the same level.

The second tier consisted of teenagers under eighteen: Zhuang Shuixing, Gumeng, and Zhuge Xian, alongside Celestial Sword Mountain’s Fang Wuji and Gai Zhushen.

They had been in the Eight-armed Celestial King Realm for over a month, having advanced from the Peak of Blood Exchange to the Early Period of Meridian Opening, their combat power similarly escalating.

Yet at this moment, their gazes were fixed on Wang Xuan, as his aura continuously rose, akin to a flood surging swiftly.

“This aura has already surpassed ours,” Zhuang Shuixing exclaimed in shock, the pounding heartbeats echoed like drums, imagining how mighty Wang Xuan’s physique could be.

This aura alone startled more than eighty disciples below the Sealers, surpassing them by far, inducing a sense of inferiority.

They watched Wang Xuan’s aura swell, resembling an opened floodgate, the growth of his cultivation racing ahead, surpassing them steadily and reaching greater heights.

As if rooted to the earth, Wang Xuan sensed the immovable mountain realm once again, the vitality of the ground constantly converging, merging into his body through his legs.

Initially, Earth Qi trickled like fine rain, but soon it flowed like a stream, channeling into his body, transforming into a force to enhance his physique.

Essence Qi is energy, Spiritual Qi is energy, and Earth Qi is also energy, usable by cultivators.

The Divine Elephant Golden Bell Shield reached the eighth-layer limit, visibly causing Wang Xuan’s muscles to swell like a juvenile Divine Elephant, rapidly absorbing nourishment from the earth.

His skin, muscles, bones, internal organs, and other body tissues became more compact, heavy, and robust, seemingly in a few breaths, Wang Xuan’s physique strengthened by seventy to eighty percent.

When Wang Xuan opened his eyes, an aura of the Divine Elephant subduing all things appeared, reigning invincible and majestic, slaughtering any demons and ghosts that crossed its path.

Rising to his feet, with each step, threads of Earth Qi emerged from the earth, entering his body, providing him endless power.

“Treading the earth grants additional strength, endurance increased severalfold, reaching the eighth-layer limit, exemplifying the mightiness of the Divine Elephant Golden Bell Shield.”

Having finished his cultivation, Wang Xuan stretched his tendons and bones, casually shoving over a thick tree with arms wide open, lifting a rock as tall as a person, and effortlessly tossing it dozens of meters away.

With a loud bang, the rock landed, creating a deep pit on the ground, startling everyone.

Afterward, Wang Xuan retrieved the Ten Thousand Jins Thunder Dragon Saber, while munching on jerky, carved characters into the rock with his saber, each stroke coarse and rugged, like chopping with an axe, the walnut-sized characters barely discernible.

As time passed, only Zhuge Xian discerned rows of clear “eternal” characters, from shallow to deep, varying in weight.

“The increase in strength was quite rapid, control a bit clumsy, took some time to master it, else if the power is accidentally too great, killing someone wouldn’t be good,” Wang Xuan commented, stretching lazily, signifying his seclusion was over.

At this moment, Lei Tingzhi and Jing Yishui furrowed their brows, clearly estimating Wang Xuan’s strength brought them no certainty, the challenge’s outcome wasn’t optimistic.

“Previously I mentioned needing a day, now I retract that statement, I think I’m ready now, you both can challenge me anytime,” Wang Xuan stated, in quite a good mood, while the faces of the two across turned dark.

This challenge ultimately unfolded amid the crowd of mountain gate disciples, Jing Yishui and Lei Tingzhi didn’t retreat.

Jing Yishui entered the field, utilizing Qi Swordsmanship and wielded several sets of sword techniques, Sword Qi wrapped around Wang Xuan like sharp steel blades, Sword Intent was both firm and flexible, and extraordinarily deadly.

After ten moves, the hard armor and soft armor of Wang Xuan’s two Xingtian Shields shattered, unable to withstand Jing Yishui’s sword.

Even his skin bore white marks, with thousands of layers of Sword Qi enveloping him tightly, rendering Wang Xuan defenseless.

Yet such Sword Qi hardly could harm Wang Xuan possessing the eighth-layer limit Divine Elephant Golden Bell Shield, such defense allows barehanded attacks from late-period even peak-level Loose Cultivators to be ignored.

That layer of skin was the best armor, embodying the resilience of Martial Cultivators.

Ultimately, Wang Xuan unleashed the Ten Thousand Jins Thunder Dragon Saber, with formidable strength and speed, easily overcoming all techniques, sent Jing Yishui flying hundreds of meters.

Transformed into a meteor, Jing Yishui was embedded deeply into the earth, like a seed waiting to sprout in the coming year.

Braving the challenge, Lei Tingzhi, his vigorous inner strength resembled lightning and thunder, his continuous relentless sword strikes viciously shattered nearby trees into countless fragments.

Yet Wang Xuan, relying on formidable strength and defense, again wielded the Ten Thousand Jins Thunder Dragon Saber to hurl him away, ultimately striking him into the earth with another slash.

Blood boiling within, Wang Xuan, under the blessing of Earth Qi, possessed boundless strength, seemingly inexhaustible power: “Let’s go!”

Like a Wolf King defeating challengers, leading the pack forward.

Stamping his foot, the earth collapsed, catapulted by immense force, he surged, soaring across hundreds of meters, equivalent to the height of a dozen floors.

As a savior, he naturally cannot rest, numerous sufferers await his redemption, yearning for a spiritual haven.

Examining the Storage Celestial Treasure, already filled with gold and silver, these hoarded treasures exceeded billions in value, all tributes from the Celestial Race populace.

Such wealth accumulation drew no objections from the mountain gate disciples, as they too received a portion. Returning to Earth meant exchanging it for ample Star Yuan.

Since the four-arm and six-arm tier Celestial Race departed the Earth God Continent for the Imperial City, the beasts in the mountain increasingly multiplied, previously Celestial Race cultivators captured fierce beasts to plant seeds within them, cultivating Flesh Core.

The Flesh Core gathered the Essence of Life of fierce beasts, thus also known as Primordial Base.

Extracting the essence from their bodies required the beasts to feed continuously until too weak, when the Primordial Base ceased growing, harvested by Celestial Race experts.

With physiques like Wang Xuan’s, ordinary foods couldn’t satisfy their needs, with daily consumption already substantial, grains or regular meats couldn’t adequately digest.

These Primordial Bases naturally became an excellent choice.

However, Wang Xuan was more intrigued by the method of condensing Flesh Core seeds, perhaps this may become a potential in Earth’s livestock industry.

“If I gave it to Lin Cheng, she’d probably like it,” he mused.

The senior sister was passionate about experiments, practically a research fanatic, possessing such materials would surely exhilarate her.

Like a musician encountering an exquisite composition, a martial artist discovering supreme martial arts, a gourmet presented with delicacies.

Wandering the Earth God Continent, another half month slipped by.

One day, they saw a satellite gently rise, eventually hanging in the sky, followed by one after another rising, surveilling the Eight-armed Celestial King Realm with exceptional clarity.

“We should return,” Wang Xuan proposed after consulting with fellow mountain gate disciples, deciding to depart the Eight-armed Celestial King Realm, returning to Earth.

Though the days spent in Otherworld were thrilling and exciting, disaster after disaster accompanied them, an uncomfortable streak of misfortune persisted.

Their Otherworld venture could be considered fulfilling, exceeding expectations upon arrival, accomplishing more, leaving no regrets.

In days of decent sunlight and autumn winds winding down, dozens embarked in small aircraft, heading towards the Realm Gate, akin to southerly migrating geese.

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