Question: Would the Four Retributions of the Nine Lesser Retributions descend when cultivators condense their Golden Pellets?
Urgent!
Waiting online!
Of course, that was just wishful thinking.
If this was an era where everyone cultivated, Jiang He felt that he could post a thread online and get the correct answer in minutes. But now …
He would probably be taken as a liar.
"This is completely Schrodinger's thunder … no one knows if it would descend before condensing their Golden Pellets."
Jiang He mused to himself for a while, and an idea came to him.
Hold on, there was no rush.
It would not be too late to ascend after he reached the Golden-Winged Roc's lair. Leaving aside the fact that there would be no thunder, he might just be able to use the opportunity to hit the Golden-Winged Roc if there was one.
"There's no rush in improving Three Thousand Calamities, but I could learn the remaining two styles ahead of time."
Three Thousand Calamities was a sword cultivator's cultivation method that Jiang He had created, and it could be cultivated up to Heavenly Immortal.
And this sword technique contained three sword moves.
Jiang He had learned the first style, White Foal Crosses the Rift, and the remaining two were Thunderflame Calamity and Three Thousand Calamities.
Those two styles did not cost a lot of Farm Points — just 50,000 — and were not that impressive of a killing move. Still, it was rare that they would become more powerful as one's cultivation improved.
[Ding!]
[-50,000 Farm Points.]
[Congratulations, Host. You have mastered Thunderflame Calamity, the second style of Three Thousand Calamities.]
[Ding!]
[-50,000 Farm Points.]
[Congratulations, Host. You have mastered Three Thousand Calamities, the second style of Three Thousand Calamities.]
A System Notification jingled beside his ear at the thought of that, and in the next split second, Jiang He felt substantial profound sword techniques surging into his mind. In a split second, he had grasped the Profound of Thunderflame Calamity and Three Thousand Calamities.
"Eh?"
Jiang He suddenly gasped in surprise.
He extended his hand …
Charging the Thunder Will …
Crackle.
Streaks of lightning arced over his palm.
"My Thunder Will seems to have improved a little. I had grasped around thirty percent before, but I should have grasped fifty percent now."
Still, Jiang He was not surprised by such occurrences.
Clearly …
He had cultivated the Thunder Fire Tribulation and comprehended the profound meaning of the Thunder Fire Tribulation. Therefore, his comprehension of the Thunder Concept had naturally increased.
Moreover, aside from Thunder Will, Jiang He realized that he had grasped Fire Will as well, which was a side effect of cultivating Thunderflame Retribution.
"Continue to improve!"
"Level Seven of Nine Yang Divine Art!"
Rumble!
Jiang He's aura was bursting.
His martial arts cultivation instantly shot up from the early stage of rank-nine to the great completion of rank-nine … He had wanted to continue improving his Nine Yang Divine Skill to the eighth level, but before he could change his mind, his expression changed involuntarily.
"Holy shit …"
All Jiang He could do was cry out when he felt a surge of energy bursting out of his body.
That energy instantly shrouded Jiang He, and a special epiphany arose in his mind. In that very moment, Jiang He did not even have to split his spirit to look within himself, and he could clearly 'see' every part of his body.
He "saw" that a strange door had vaguely appeared in the depths of his "mind".
His True Qi, Psychic Energy, and even Sword Will could all touch that door.
"That's …"
"What is that???"
Shock was written all over Jiang He's face, and he was at a loss for words. "What sin did I commit? An ocean of swords appeared in my mind when I awakened my superpower, and now a door?"
A door appeared in his mind …
It was a little terrifying.
Was it a new superpower?
Or something else?
Jiang He mused to himself for a long time before whipping out his phone … he had to ask a senior martial artist who was more knowledgeable. He would not be able to sleep if he could not figure out what that door in his mind was.
…
The Martial Arts Department (MAD), Lingzhou City.
Cheng Dongfeng and the others had just returned from the Western Frontier. After a short break, he and Yang Chengwu headed to the chief's office.
Chen Jingzhou, He Litong, and Zhou Rui had already left since they were not from Lingzhou City and had their own duties.
"Good, very good."
Duan Tianhe was all smiles. "Good kid … I was right about you. You're only nineteen, aren't you? A rank-seven grandmaster at nineteen, and an Awakened with B-class superstrength? Your talent is top-notch even in Xibei. "
Yang Chengwu appeared a little bashful and quickly said, "Am I that amazing? If you keep praising me like that, Chief Duan, I'm going to puff up. "
"You brat!"
Duan Tianhe laughed heartily and looked at Cheng Dongfeng. Cheng Dongfeng, on the other hand, was holding his head high and chest out with a smug look on his face.
"Why aren't you rank-eight yet, Old Cheng?"
Duan Tianhe asked deliberately, naturally aware of what Cheng Dongfeng was thinking. Cheng Dongfeng's face promptly darkened and he was at a loss for words. "Old Duan, are you jealous of me? Be that as it may, you're a grandmaster ahead of me, but I can understand why you're being overtaken by a latecomer like me … but why does your tone sound so much like that brat Jiang He?"
Duan Tianhe breathed a long sigh at the mention of Jiang He and said in relief, "To tell the truth, I was actually a little worried when the higher-ups arranged for you to travel with Jiang He. The brat has always done things purely according to his mood and feelings, and I was worried that something would happen if you followed him … I didn't expect that the brat Jiang He had changed, and the trip to the Tantra Sect of the Western Frontier was actually smooth and didn't cause any trouble."
"By the way, where's Jiang He?"
Duan Tianhe suddenly asked, but noticed that the atmosphere was not right when he looked up. Both Cheng Dongfeng and Yang Chengwu had weird looks on their faces.
At the same time, Cheng Dongfeng quietly said, "Old Duan, how did you know that Jiang He wasn't causing trouble … oh … maybe I didn't call you to report?"
He was about to tell Duan Tianhe about Jiang He's actions along the way, but before he could organize his words, his phone rang, and he promptly picked it up with a smile. "Speak of the devil. It's a call from Jiang He."
He answered the call.
Put it on speakerphone.
Cheng Dongfeng leaned on the sofa and put his phone on the tempered glass coffee table that Duan Tianhe had just replaced, smiling. "Jiang He … I'm back, I've just arrived. What about you?"
"What? You have something important to ask me about martial arts cultivation? "
Cheng Dongfeng was all smiles. With a flip of his hand, he lit a cigarette, puffed out a ring of smoke, and teased, "Alright, go ahead and ask. If I don't know, you can call the Patriarch of the Eight Trigrams School. He'll definitely think of a way to answer your questions."
Over at the other end of the call, Jiang He said seriously, "Well, Master Cheng, didn't I cultivate for a while after we returned from the Tantra Sect yesterday?"
"In a moment of carelessness, my cultivation base reached rank-nine … Then, I found myself in a strange state, and found that there was an additional door in my mind."
"What the heck is that, Master Cheng? How did a door appear in my head? "
Since the call was on speakerphone, all three of them in the office could hear Jiang He's voice clearly.
Young Yang Chengwu's eyes widened in disbelief …
Rank-nine …
Full-fledged?
Both Duan Tianhe and Cheng Dongfeng appeared stunned as well, although they were not shocked by Jiang He's cultivation, but by the door at the mouth of the river.
"The Divine Door?"
Cheng Dongfeng could not help crying out. "What the hell, Jiang He? You've located the divine door? You're already divine-tier?? "
(PS: The update is much later than expected. There's another update today, so it might be even later.)
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