"Phenomenon!"
"Jiang He … has really reached divine-tier?"
Duan Tianhe and Cheng Dongfeng were staring at the thunderbolts flickering over the horizon in front of an office window in Lingzhou City's Martial Arts Department (MAD), their faces filled with shock.
After a long time …
Both men only withdrew their gazes after the thunderbolts faded and traded glances.
Slap!
Duan Tianhe suddenly raised his hand and slapped Cheng Dongfeng across the face, who exclaimed in shock, "That hurts … it really hurts. Looks like I'm not dreaming!"
… …
"Three times the speed of sound!"
Jiang He paused dozens of miles away, a little surprised. "Three Blades Lin is a peak divine-tempest elite, and his blade flash form would only reach two times the speed of sound. I've just ascended to divine-conversion, the first realm of divine-tier, and yet I could reach three times the speed of sound?"
"It might have something to do with my divine-tier. I even felt as if I had completely turned into a thunderbolt when I enveloped myself with the power of thunder just now."
"God-tier martial arts … so this is a god-tier martial arts? Isn't this a f * cking fantasy? "
Beneath him was a barren wildland.
Jiang He waved his hand, summoning a thunderbolt.
Boom-crack!
A thick thunderbolt struck down in an instant, directly splitting a mountain into pieces.
"That heavenly thunderbolt is quite powerful … I could kill a novice Feral King like the Black King Drake with a single thunderbolt!"
After tormenting himself for half an hour to familiarize himself with his own power, Jiang He returned home.
It was already twelve in the morning.
Leaning back in his bathtub, Jiang He held back his urge to improve the Strengthened Nine Yang Technique.
"I'll stop improving my martial arts tier for now … the Ninth Tier of the Nine Yang Technique requires two hundred thousand Farm Points, and the Ninth Tier would probably require five hundred thousand …"
"I still have to save my Farm Points to improve my immortal arts cultivation."
On the other hand, he could improve the Ninefold Thunderblade a little.
After all, his divine-tier was thunderbolts, and the power he could unleash with the Ninefold Thunderblade would definitely not be weak.
[Ding!]
[-30,000 Farm Points.]
[Congratulations, Host. You have gained Mastery over the Fourth Tier of the Ninefold Thunderblade.]
[Ding!]
[-50,000 Farm Points.]
[Congratulations, Host. You have gained Mastery over the Fifth Tier of the Ninefold Thunderblade.]
"Ding …"
Veins of System Notifications jingled beside his ears as Jiang He spent 580,000 Farm Points at once to improve his Ninefold Thunderblade up to Eighth Fold.
"Hmm …"
"That's enough. After all, I'm going to cultivate the Immortal Dao and walk the path of a Sword Immortal. Martial Dao and saber techniques are just a simple cover … Moreover, my current strength in martial Dao alone is enough to kill an Origin Energy Realm, right?"
Jiang He sensed it carefully and was pleasantly surprised. "I didn't think that the improvement of the Ninefold Thunderblade would allow my Thunder Will to reach full-fledged, and I even grasped blade will …"
[Name: Jiang He]
[Cultivation]: Immortal Dao: Great Circle of the Qi Refinement realm; Martial Dao: Divine Transformation realm.
[Ability]: Sword manipulation, fire manipulation
[Martial Arts Cultivation Technique]: Vajra Indestructible Divine Art (Great Accomplishment +), Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms (+), Blind Princess's Eight Practices (Second Practice +), Strengthened Nine Yang Divine Art (Seventh Tier +), Ninefold Thunder Blade (Eighth Tier +), Dragon Elephant Prajna Art (Seventh Tier +), Nine Heavenly Stars Body Formula (First Tier +), Three Thousand Calamities (First Tier +), Twenty-Three Swords (First Style +)
[Owned Land: 3 Mu]
[Farm Level: 4 (EXP 50000/50000)]
[System Backpack: 18]
[System Shop: Unlocked]
[Farm Points: 2000000]
Jiang He couldn't help scowling as he glanced at his System Panel and complained, "It feels great to improve my ability, but spending my Farm Points isn't slow at all … If I urgently need to improve my martial arts, the Ninth Tier of the Nine Yang Technique would cost two hundred thousand Farm Points, the Ninth Tier of the Ninefold Thunderblade would cost five hundred thousand Farm Points too …"
Two million Farm Points.
It really wasn't much.
Jiang He rose to his feet and smiled. "Still, if I cultivate the Nine Yang Technique to full-fledged, my martial arts cultivation would probably reach full-fledged divine-union, the third tier of divine-tier …"
He could not help frowning as he stepped out of the bathroom.
Sora …
She wasn't here.
Wasn't she going to help me put on my silk pajamas?
After putting on his silk pajamas and drying his hair with a hairdryer, Jiang He only returned to his room to find Sora lying on his bed with her flirtatious eyes.
Was she here to warm his bed again?
…
October 15th.
The weather was gloomy.
For once, Jiang He woke up early … it was not even eleven in the afternoon, but he did.
He went downstairs.
He washed up.
And ate.
After lunch, Jiang He went to his farm and threw the Cloudscraper Vine half of the Red Toad King's corpse, as well as filling Dumbo and Trumbo's metal bowls with blended qi pellets. Then, he gave the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers some nitrogen fertilizer, instructing them, "Be good at home. I'll bring you condors when I get back."
"Wow!"
The eyes of the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers lit up, and they were all shouting excitedly, "I want to eat grandpa's condors, I want to eat …"
Damn it!
Jiang He kicked Dumbo away and barked, "What are you laughing at, you dog?"
"I'm not laughing, Master."
Dumbo said pitifully, but when it heard the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers still shouting, its lips curled up involuntarily, revealing two gleaming canine teeth.
In the next split second, it crawled behind the Cloudscraper Vine with a whoosh, shuddering. "Master, I'm really not laughing."
Jiang He could not help laughing.
Stepping out of his farm, he strode out and took to the skies, turning into a bolt of lightning in the next instant as he shot into the distance …
Before he left, Jiang He had asked Three Blades Lin about the Golden-Winged Roc and learned the direction of its lair.
Meanwhile.
Beneath Mount Golden Roc.
Wang Hou, who had just finished listening to Assistant Zhou's report, could not help shaking the satellite phone in his hand. There was a look of bewilderment on his usually calm face.
Boom!
Beside him, a small hill abruptly collapsed.
Dong Haichuan and Yang Luchan both stepped out of the rubble, each holding a rabbit … and Wang Hou could not help feeling a headache.
One of them was a grandmaster of Taiji, while the other was the Void-tier elite of the Eight Trigrams School. Both of them were famous figures in the martial arts world two hundred years ago.
And yet …
They were too childish.
Both of them were almost five hundred years old. Was there a point in secretly sparring every now and then?
How could Wang Hou understand what Dong Haichuan and Yang Luchan were thinking?
Both of them lived in the same era and were famous figures in the martial arts world back then. There were many rumors in the outside world about who was stronger and who was weaker, and whether they had fought before.
Still, the truth was that they had known each other for over two hundred years and had indeed sparred many times, with both winning and losing …
Even so, having wins and losses was no different from not having a clear winner.
Though they would secretly spar from time to time, they shared an excellent relationship.
Bringing the rabbit to him, Dong Haichuan said, "As usual, Elder Luchan. You skin it, clean it, and you roast it …"
"Eh?"
"What's wrong, Minister Wang?"
Beside him, Yang Luchan turned to Wang Hou and smiled. "I can feel that you're unsettled … you didn't act like that even when you fought the Golden-Winged Roc."
Composing himself, Wang Hou took a deep breath and said, "Jiang He … is probably coming."
"Eh?"
"That soon?"
Both Dong Haichuan and Yang Luchan were stunned, with Dong Haichuan frowning. "Isn't that a little too soon? They just left the Diamond Sect's Secret Realm yesterday, didn't they? "
"He had only ascended up to rank-nine on his way to the Diamond Sect, and even if he gained a lot in the Secret Realm, he might not be rank-nine pinnacle now … why would he come here now? To get himself killed? "
"He is certainly a little anxious."
Yang Luchan chuckled. "But with us here, Jiang He can't die even if he wants to."
Wang Hou: "…"
He stared at both Yang Luchan and Dong Haichuan for a while before quietly saying, "Gentlemen … Jiang He has already reached divine-tier."
？？？
Both men did a double take, but could not help laughing out loud. After laughing for half a day, they saw that Wang Hou was still staring at them with the same look on his face just now, and could not help getting an idea. "Is that true, Minister Wang?"
Wang Hou said nothing, and instead looked up at the distant horizon.
Thunderbolts were flashing over the horizon.
A thunderbolt streaked through the skies and descended directly.
Jiang He was wearing white tracksuits, and he was born handsome in the first place.
He had always been handsome, and now that he had broken through to the divine-tier, his looks seemed to have become even more handsome. Most importantly, his temperament had undergone an earth-shattering transformation …
Either way, he was even more handsome now!
As for how handsome …
There was no appropriate adjective to describe it.
Smiling, Jiang He walked up to him and offered him a fist-palm salute. "Minister Wang."
Wang Hou returned the salute, though there was a weird look in his eyes.
Reasonably speaking, he was doubtful and in disbelief when he first received the information. But now, it seems that the kid had far more than ascended.
His cultivation and aura were so profound that it felt as if he had ascended years ago.
Beside him, both Dong Haichuan and Yang Luchan were studying Jiang He from head to toe, their faces filled with shock.
Jiang He walked up and offered a fist-palm salute, saying, "You must be Master Dong and Master Yang?"
Both men came to their senses then and returned the salute, unable to help exclaiming, "True divine-tier …"
"What divine-tier?"
Jiang He was rather taken aback.
Dong Haichuan chuckled. "It's nothing. Jiang He, I know you. My grand-disciple Cheng Dongfeng often mentions you, and I didn't quite believe him when he kept praising you for your peerless talent … but now, it seems that it's not just peerless talent — it's practically nature-defying!"
"You're flattering me …"
Jiang He had wanted to be humble, but when he remembered that he was already divine-tier, it would be a little pretentious to be humble. As such, with a flash of inspiration, he changed his words and said, "The truth is that Master Cheng has been my guiding light on my martial path. I wouldn't have ascended to divine-tier so quickly if it wasn't for him."
"Oh?"
Dong Haichuan's eyes lit up. His grand-disciple had that ability?
Even Yang Luchan and Wang Hou appeared surprised … and all of them looked toward Jiang He.
Jiang He answered truthfully, "I was cultivating at home before, and somehow ascended to full-fledged rank-nine. Then, I realized that a door had appeared in my head, and I was scared out of my wits …"
Dong Haichuan: "???"
Yang Luchan: "…"
Wang Hou's mouth hung open … Heh.
Baffling?
Scared out of his wits?
His choice of words was so infuriating!
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