Although the Pagoda Genie was well-versed in both ancient and modern times, it was still very pure.
Yang Wu had praised Little Hei and described it as one of a kind, but in the end, it turned out to be a Little Hei dog. The Pagoda Genie couldn't take it anymore.
Fortunately, the Pagoda Genie was a sentient artifact spirit. It understood the Boundless Universe and knew that there were all sorts of strange things. The Divine Hound race was also one of the most powerful races. It was possible for them to have such a powerful creature.
Just based on the Pagoda Genie's alchemy skills alone, there was no way it could compare with Little Hei.
The Pagoda Genie still raised its doubts. In order to prove the existence of Little Hei, Yang Wu had no choice but to take out the bronze cauldron and demonstrate the alchemy skills that Little Hei taught him.
But when the bronze cauldron appeared, the Pagoda Genie almost knelt down.
"What … what is this thing?" The Pagoda Genie sensed that the ancient aura emanating from the bronze cauldron was even more ancient than it. How could it not be astonished?
The God of War Pagoda was born in ancient times and jointly refined by the ancestors of the eight warring races. It knew that there weren't many weapons that could compare to it. But this young man before it took out an ancient cauldron. The aura emanating from the cauldron made the Pagoda Genie feel apprehensive. The artifact spirit within the cauldron was most likely no weaker than it.
Sure enough, a hazy silhouette suddenly appeared within the bronze cauldron. It was a stooped Immortal. He was bald and had a strange face. He had a big blue nose and carried a medicine pot in his hand. His eyes were narrowed as though he had not woken up yet.
"Who is it that has disturbed this Immortal's dream?" the Cauldron Spirit's ethereal voice sounded. It was vast and mighty like the voice of the heavens.
The Pagoda Genie immediately knelt down and said, "Little Pagoda did not know of the arrival of an Immortal. Please forgive me for not coming out to meet you."
Yang Wu was stupefied.
He had always known that the bronze cauldron had an extraordinary origin. But he had never thought that it would have an artifact spirit. Moreover, it was something that could make the Pagoda Genie kneel down.
Cauldron Spirit took a look at the tower spirit and said, "Hmm? You do have the foundation to become an immortal spirit. Unfortunately, you lack immortal materials and are contaminated with demonic aura. I'm afraid that the tower will be damaged if you stay here for too long. Not only will it be difficult for you to make any further progress, but the tower will also be destroyed."
"Immortal Spirit, please help me." The Pagoda Spirit had completely lost its pride, and was begging for help like a little brother.
Cauldron Spirit tossed the pot at the tower genie and said, "Drink some to calm your nerves. I can't help you with this."
The Pagoda Spirit acted as if it had found a treasure. It picked up the medicine pot and drank it. Soon, it was drunk and fell to the ground.
"It seems that the medicinal wine is too strong and is too nourishing." Cauldron Spirit put away the medicine pot and muttered to himself. He then looked at Yang Wu and said, "So you are my current little master. What a scum."
"Hey, old man, is that how you talk about your own master?" Yang Wu regained his senses and mustered up his courage to reply.
Could the bronze cauldron gifted to him by Little Hei be able to overturn the heavens?
Cauldron Spirit smiled and said, "I have yet to acknowledge you as my master. You really think you are? Wait until you become an immortal medicine master."
After saying that, it turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into the bronze cauldron.
Yang Wu stared blankly for a moment before he said in a somewhat depressed manner, "How can a spirit weapon be so arrogant? How impudent."
Soon after, he looked at the Pagoda Spirit who had fainted and ignored it. He walked to the other side and began to ponder on how to make use of the next ten years to become even more powerful.
The first thing he needed to do was to heal his martial injuries. As long as his martial injuries were not healed, he would not be able to peacefully improve his strength.
Han Shuo sat down quietly and began to try all kinds of methods to heal his martial injuries. First, he poured Mystical Aura into the Celestial Fish. Then, he refined the dragon aura. He hoped that the two-pronged approach would be effective.
He had already used this method before. Even if he tried it again, it would not be effective.
Soon after, he used his mental strength to enter his dantian and stimulate the Celestial Fish. This method seemed to be somewhat effective. The Celestial Fish clearly became more spirited. However, as soon as he withdrew his mental strength, the Celestial Fish became on the verge of death. It no longer had the strength to devour the Xuan Qi of heaven and earth. It seemed that it would die at any moment.
Once the Celestial Fish died, Yang Wu's cultivation would definitely regress. He might even lose all of his strength. This was definitely not something he wanted to see.
Just like that, Han Shuo tried day after day to heal his martial injuries. However, he still did not make much progress. Fortunately, the Celestial Fish showed no signs of collapsing. He could only temporarily give up on healing his martial injuries and set his sights on the Dao Flower of the Divine Court. He began to digest the martial will left behind by his ancestor bit by bit. He hoped that by tempering himself, he would be able to awaken the Celestial Fish once more.
The martial will of the Yang Family ancestor was simply too powerful. Yang Wu had very clear gains every time he visualized it.
Even though he suffered from the pain of his head swelling every time, he felt that his mental strength had become more condensed and stronger after it passed.
He discovered that after his mental strength was condensed, his senses would become more focused. It was a great help to his vision and hearing.
In addition, he had long awakened the power of his ancestral bloodline. As his cultivation level increased, the power of his bloodline also evolved. The bloodline inheritance and the martial will of his ancestor were verified. He increasingly understood that the Yang Family did indeed have their reasons for becoming one of the Battle Clans.
After a month, he discovered that the soul power of his Battle Soul had reached the late stage. This was definitely an unexpected gain.
In addition, his martial injuries also showed signs of healing. The Celestial Fish became more energetic.
"Could it be that martial injuries are related to the strength of the soul?" Yang Wu guessed.
He persisted in visualizing his ancestor's martial will again, hoping to improve further. Unfortunately, his progress was limited. His martial injuries did not improve. They remained the same.
On this day, the Pagoda Spirit woke up. He actually looked much younger. There was an additional aura on his body that was not there before. It was of the same origin as the immortal Qi in Yang Wu's body.
"Young man, where … where's your immortal cauldron?" the Pagoda Spirit asked carefully as he looked at Yang Wu.
Yang Wu replied proudly, "It's on me. Why, do you still want to see it?"
"This … I do want to see it." The Pagoda Spirit rubbed his hands and said embarrassedly.
"But it doesn't want to see you. It feels that you've disturbed its sleep!" Yang Wu refused.
The Pagoda Spirit was not surprised. He sighed softly and said, "I was presumptuous."
"En, it's good that you know. This is the cauldron Little Hei gave me. Now you know how powerful Little Hei is, right?"
"I know, I know. That must be Lord Celestial Hound."
"That's good. Tell me more about my martial injuries. I can't go out for a while. I need to recover quickly before I can continue cultivating."
"Why don't I send you out now so that you can find Lord Celestial Hound to save you?"
"Do you know how to talk?!"
…
In the end, the Pagoda Spirit reorganized some information and handed it to Yang Wu. These were a few freaks who had recovered from their martial injuries with their own strength. In the end, they had made further progress.
Yang Wu discovered that one of the freaks had the most serious martial injuries. It was only in his later years that he managed to recover from his martial injuries by comprehending Dao.
"Comprehending Dao is the best way to heal martial injuries," Yang Wu concluded.
However, what kind of Dao could one comprehend to truly heal martial injuries?
After thinking about it, Yang Wu chose to cultivate from the beginning. He felt that martial injuries were related to one's foundation. Perhaps by refocusing on one's foundation, he could also achieve the possibility of recovering from his martial injuries.
However, after three months, the Heavenly Fish lost its vitality. His strength regressed, and he fell to the mid-level Heavenly Fish Tier.
Yang Wu tried his best to save him, but it was to no avail. He really had no medicine left.
"What should I do?" Yang Wu seemed to be at a loss.
He could not help but think of the scenes in the Mountain Prison. He had been crippled and tortured, but he had never given up. Later, with the help of Little Hei, he had broken out of his predicament and soared to the sky.
In these past few years, even though he'd encountered danger repeatedly, he hadn't encountered too much trouble in his path of cultivation. His path had been smooth, and he'd easily broken through. Today was the first time he'd encountered a difficult problem in his cultivation.
Without Little Hei to guide him, he was really panicking and confused.
He had reached the twelfth floor of the Battle Tower, reaching a height that no one else could reach. He had more time to cultivate than others. However, not only did he not gain much, but he was also crippled here. If this news spread, he would definitely be called "the most failed person in history."
"Since you can't keep your strength, then don't keep it. It's useless no matter how much you struggle." The Tower Spirit could not help but sigh.
In fact, he was very clear that Yang Wu's martial arts injury should also be a test of the Battle Tower. However, as the Tower Spirit, he could not interfere with the rules. This was the common will of the Battle Clan's ancestors.
"If you can't keep it, then don't keep it … If you can't keep it, then don't keep it …" Yang Wu muttered to himself. He seemed to have grasped a key point, and he quickly understood. "That's right. Since the Heavenly Fish can't be saved, then let it die and refine another one. If I can't keep its strength, then I'll just disperse it and cultivate again. In any case, I have ten years here. It's enough for me to return to my peak!"
When Yang Wu thought of this, he made preparations to disperse his strength.
If others knew of this, they would definitely think that Yang Wu had gone crazy.
Dispersing his strength meant that all his years of cultivation had been wasted. Moreover, it would also harm his body. He might not be able to recover if he cultivated again. This was undoubtedly a big gamble.
Yang Wu did not think so. He had advantages that others could not compare to, and that was the Peach Core Dantian and the Undying Body. Even if his strength was dispersed, he should be able to refine it again. If his body was injured, the Immortal Qi could help him recover. None of this was a problem.
Thus, he really did disperse his strength.
Dispersing his strength was not the same as destroying his Dantian. Instead, it was dispersing all the strength in his Dantian, shattering the Heavenly Fish, draining his Xuan Qi, and resealing his meridians and acupoints …
Bang bang!
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