Jiang He's meaning was clear.
All in all.
Blame your Diamond Sect disciples for being too weak and not cultivating Dragon-Elephant Prajna to perfection, or I wouldn't have beaten them up so easily, would I?
River White Nima was enraged. He questioned, "Since you wanted to spar with the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art, you could've challenged the disciples who have cultivated it. More than ten of the twenty-nine disciples did not cultivate the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art. Why did you injure them?"
"…"
Musing to himself for seconds, Jiang He then said seriously, "Maybe I attacked too quickly and didn't notice that they didn't know Dragon-Elephant Prajna."
"Insolence, brat!"
River White Nima roared, his aura instantly bursting out.
He was already tall and muscular in the first place, and after charging Dragon-Elephant Prajna, he became even more bulky and imposing.
He took a step forward, the earth beneath his feet cracking and quaking.
"I am River White Nima, personal disciple of the guru of the Diamond Sect, and I have cultivated Dragon-Elephant Prajna up to the twelfth tier. I would like to experience the Dragon-Elephant Prajna you've created yourself, Mister Jiang!"
As he punched out, there was a rumble, and even the air crackled with a series of explosions!
He didn't use any vital energy in this punch, nor did he use any fist technique. However, just by relying on the physical strength of the twelfth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art, the power of this punch had definitely reached the peak of the ninth rank!
"Good timing!"
Even so, Jiang He was not afraid at all.
Rawr!
Almost in the instant River White Nima attacked, Jiang He had already charged Dragon-Elephant Prajna. A dragon's roar and an elephant's trumpeting resounded deafeningly in his body, while a divine dragon took to the skies above his head and a divine elephant bellowed at the skies.
Golden radiance appeared over his body, and Nature Qi swirled around him.
Indestructible Diamond and Dragon-Elephant Prajna burst out at the same time …
After all, from Jiang He's perspective, while his modified Dragon-Elephant Prajna was powerful, he had only cultivated it up to the fifth-tier while River White Nima was at the twelfth-tier. Jiang He was definitely no match for him with Dragon-Elephant Prajna alone.
Boom!
Jiang He clenched his fist and punched out as well.
With a loud bang, the two men's fists collided with each other. Shockwaves that could be seen with the naked eye dissipated from the two men's fists and swept in all directions, blowing the sand and pebbles on the ground up into the air.
River White Nima grunted and stumbled three steps back. Jiang He, on the other hand, did not move at all and stared blankly at his own fist, exclaiming in surprise, "Am I already so powerful with my physique alone?"
Jiang He …
He really didn't expect that!
But soon, he came to a realization.
The Advanced Success of the Vajra Body had already allowed his physical strength to reach a terrifying level. Coupled with the fifth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique, his physical strength was enough to allow him to stand at the pinnacle of Level Nine.
Not to mention the Nine Heavenly Star Body Tempering Technique …
The Nine Stars Heavenly Body Formula was an immortal physique art, and with Jiang He's mastery of the first tier, his physique was probably equal to a full-fledged rank-nine Qi Refinist. Though he had yet to unleash it, the change in strength and toughness that came with mastery of the first tier of the Nine Stars Heavenly Body Formula was real.
"So, this is the Dragon Elephant Prajna you've created?"
River White Nima's gaze twitched and he said somberly, "No, the cultivation you've created isn't right. The Dragon Elephant Prajna was created by the Tiger-Cloak Wise King, the ancestral master of the Diamond Sect, based on the ancient divine beast, the Dracophant. When cultivated to mastery, every move would imbue the power of the Dracophant, and the phenomenon of the Dracophant would even float in the air!"
Amused, Jiang He could not help exclaiming, "Nima, are you sick in the head? Isn't the silhouette of the Dracophant over my head obvious enough? "
"No!"
River White Nima said seriously. "A dragon is a dragon, an elephant is an elephant, and a Dracophant is not a dragon and an elephant."
Jiang He: "…"
What the hell!
He was stunned.
Was that what 'Dracophant' meant?
He had misunderstood 'Dracophant' as a dragon and an elephant when he copied the cultivation manual …
Of course.
Surely he could not bring that up directly, could he? Moreover, Jiang He felt that the Dragon Elephant Prajna he had modified was much stronger than the Diamond Sect's secret technique.
River White Nima walked up again and punched Jiang He again.
Jiang He did the same, and their fists collided again.
Jiang He was beside himself with excitement at the most primitive method of fighting, and he even took the initiative to attack River White Nima, throwing punches, knees, elbows, and so on. River White Nima countered every move that came his way, but this was a contest of pure physical strength. How could he match Jiang He when he was inferior to him in every aspect?
Suddenly, their fists collided once more.
Pow!
River White Nima was sent flying a hundred feet away, the earth cracking beneath his feet. He stared at Jiang He in disbelief, his clenched fist shaking non-stop.
The dragon's roar and elephant's trumpeting over Jiang He's body became even louder, and the silhouette of the Dracophant and Dracophant over his head became even more solid.
Delight was written all over his face as he exclaimed, "My Dragon Elephant Prajna has actually improved to the sixth tier …"
"…"
River White Nima took a deep breath and was about to offer a fist-palm salute when Jiang He lunged at him again, yelling, "Master Nima, come, come! Let's fight for another three hundred rounds!"
Once again, the two of them tangled. River White Nima was an honest man, and did not unleash his True Qi cultivation even as Jiang He kept him at bay. After just fifty rounds, his face was swollen and one of his ribs was broken, while his arm was in so much pain that he could not even lift it. Most importantly, Jiang He had landed a palm strike on his bald head, leaving a clear, red palm mark.
After knocking River White Nima to the ground with another punch, Jiang He offered him a fist-palm salute. "You admit it, Master Nima!"
River White Nima was lying flat on the ground, panting like an ox when a delighted voice could be heard beside his ear.
"Haha!
I've made a killing … not only did I beat up that old bald donkey, my Dragon Elephant Prajna is also nearing the seventh tier … I wonder if the Diamond Sect has a bald donkey who has mastered it. If I could fight him, I might be able to improve my Dragon Elephant Prajna up to the seventh tier! "
The voice slowly grew distant as Jiang He floated away.
After a long time …
River White Nima rose to his feet and breathed a long sigh, a pained smile appearing on his face!
As a high monk of the Diamond Sect, aside from wanting to stop Jiang He and stop him from beating up the Diamond Sect disciples, he mainly wanted to prove that the Diamond Sect's Dragon Elephant Prajna was the authentic one!
And yet, he was utterly disheartened right now!
The body refinement technique that the founding master of the Diamond Sect had created and passed down for over a thousand years was simply too lacking compared to Jiang He's Dragon Elephant Prajna …
Dragging his exhausted and heavily injured body, River White Nima found a secluded spot and sat cross-legged to cultivate and heal his wounds. His physique was powerful and his regenerative abilities were great, and while the bruises and swelling could be healed easily, his broken ribs could not be reconnected in a short time.
…
Inside a certain mountain cave.
The twenty-nine Diamond Sect disciples waited until the moon rose, but River White Nima did not return.
Some were worried.
Some were delighted!
"Jiang He didn't come looking for us. Martial Uncle Nima must have defeated or even wounded Jiang He, leaving him powerless to search for us. Martial Uncle Nima must have found a place to cultivate!"
"Everyone, the seven days are almost up. Let's seize the moment and cultivate."
The twenty-nine Diamond Sect disciples spread out and began to cultivate on their own.
Meanwhile, Cheng Dongfeng and the others were cultivating as well.
After five days of cultivation, their cultivation had made great progress. Most importantly, it was easier to comprehend the "Dao" in the Secret Realm Pocket World. Their understanding of the Martial Dao had also become deeper and deeper!
Chen Jingzhou was the one who gained the most.
Over the last few days, he did not eat, drink, or sleep, and had been practicing his swordsmanship on top of a mountain. When night fell, the entire mountain was shrouded in a faint layer of sword radiance, and even from a thousand meters away, Jiang He felt a little …
Envy.
"Amazing!"
"Chen Jingzhou's understanding of sword will is almost sixty percent now, isn't it?"
Chen Jingzhou could rely on practicing the sword to improve his sword intent, but he … didn't even know how to practice the sword. The only sword technique he knew, "White Colt Crosses the Rift", was a sword technique for sword cultivators. After he learned it, he immediately mastered it, so how could he practice the sword?
"Sigh …"
Sighing, Jiang He sat on top of the mountain and took out his grill, cutting off chunks of the Blue King Drake's meat. After grilling up to fifty skewers, he took out some sunflower seeds and rank-nine Origin Fluid, and sat on top of the mountain to admire the moon.
Others aside …
The moon in the Secret Realm was of a different sort.
The moon here was always full, and appeared very large perhaps due to its proximity to the ground or spatial refraction.
After having his fill, Jiang He found a remote valley, took out a 'capsule', and threw it on the ground …
Pow!
A huge mansion appeared on the ground.
Stretching and yawning, Jiang He entered the mansion, cursing, "These days are so torturous. There are still two days before the Secret Realm opens again … how am I supposed to spend these two days?!"
"I'm never going to the Secret Realm again!"
…
Bukadaban Peak.
Of course.
The Golden-Winged Roc had now renamed Mount Golden Roc.
At the foot of Mount Golden Roc, Wang Hou, Dong Haichuan, and Yang Luchan were sitting in front of a lake, fishing.
They were not fishing with rods, but using Yuan Qi as fishing lines that fell into the water as fishing rods.
The three of them were also very particular about where they sat.
Wang Hou was at the center, Dong Haichuan to his right, and Yang Luchan to his left.
"By the way, Master Dong, Master Yang … the two of you were the most famous grandmasters in the world back in the day. Master Yang was known as the Invincible Yang, while Master Dong created the Eight Trigrams."
Putting away the Yuan Qi threads, Wang Hou asked with a smile, "Rumors have it that the two of you had fought more than once. I'm curious … did you actually fight back then? Who won? "
Both Dong Haichuan and Yang Luchan glanced at Wang Hou, smiling but saying nothing.
And yet, the surface of the lake exploded all of a sudden. It was the result of Dong Haichuan and Yang Luchan's Yuan Qi threads clashing beneath the lake.
Beneath the lake, huge fishes took to the skies.
The two martial dao masters who were over 200 years old each caught two fishes.
Dong Haichuan started a fire to roast the fish, smiling. "Back then, Master Luchan was invincible throughout the capital, and was known as the Invincible Yang by his peers in the martial arts world. I only went to the capital later, when Master Luchan's reputation was at its peak. How would I dare challenge him?"
Yang Luchan looked younger than Dong Haichuan, perhaps in his thirties. After all, the Tai Chi Sect paid more attention to health.
He laughed. "You're too kind, Master Dong."
The two exchanged a few pleasantries, but did not talk about what happened back then.
Obviously …
The two had fought before.
It was just that in those days, martial arts masters would not compete in public unless it was a feud of life and death. First, they were afraid of looking bad if they lost, and second, they were about to step into the ring to determine who was better. It would be fine if there was a huge gap in strength, but if they were evenly matched, it would be a fight to the death, and it would be even less worth it if their enemies took advantage of it.
Meanwhile, eating the roasted fish.
Dong Haichuan suddenly asked, "Minister Wang, I've heard about Jiang He from my disciples, but his cultivation isn't that powerful … Are you really not behind this, that he cut down four Feral Emperors in a week?"
Wang Hou smiled, shaking his head. "I could have killed Feral Emperors with any excuse if I wanted to. Why would I do that?"
"That's incredible!"
Dong Haichuan sighed. "Is Jiang He a rank-nine?"
"A rank-nine turning the tables on a Feral King is frightening even with external help."
Clearly.
From everyone's perspective, Jiang He had used external help to kill the Violet-Crowned Golden Eagle and the Golden-Crowned Black Eagle …
Dong Haichuan's tone changed then, and he asked uncertainly, "You actually agreed to the Golden-Winged Roc's terms against such a prodigy, allowing it to settle its grudge against Jiang He? What are you thinking, Wang Hou?"
Wang Hou laughed out loud. "I'm just following Jiang He's will … moreover, would the Golden-Winged Roc be able to kill Jiang He even if the three of us stayed?"
Wang Hou looked up toward the direction of the Tantra Sect.
Inwardly …
He was a little expectant and a little worried.
He was expectant that Jiang He could create a miracle, but worried that …
The brat did not seem to be peaceful, and the bald donkeys of the Tantra Sect were prejudiced against him. He was afraid that Jiang He would cause trouble there.
"I'm overthinking things."
Withdrawing his gaze, Jiang He laughed self-deprecatingly as he thought, 'The Tantra Sect has such a profound foundation that even I wouldn't dare to cause too much trouble … would Jiang He dare to act presumptuously in the Tantra Sect?'
(PS: I was so drained of energy from writing four chapters yesterday that I almost couldn't write anymore today. It would have been so much easier if I had written four chapters of 2,000 words yesterday, hehe.)
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