After the fat man left, Wang Dong fell into silence. Although he didn't want to admit it, the fat man was indeed right. There was a huge difference between a samurai and a martial artist, and it was definitely not something that talent and precious phantoms could make up for.
If he wants to gain something in the Dark Secret Realm or the Dark Tower, he must take another step and walk around the world. A martial artist is the lowest standard and the most common. Only then can he truly enter the ranks of cultivators.
As the saying goes, in the journey of martial arts, a martial artist learns the way, a warrior knows the way, and a martial artist touches the path.
This sentence alone shows the importance of martial arts. The realm of martial arts is a critical realm for humans and soul beasts, because in this realm, strength and weakness can be truly distinguished.
Some people may be stuck in this realm all their lives, unable to make any progress, while others may soar to the sky in this realm, awakening the Purple Mansion, and starting the road to supremacy.
Wang Dong actually had the strength to attack the martial arts master for a long time, but due to various reasons, he never had the chance. Now it is imminent anyway.
"If you succeed or fail, you will do it again!" He shook his fist. This step was particularly crucial for him. Not only was it related to whether he could achieve anything in the dark secret realm, it was also the first step on his path of cultivation. Real level.
Martial arts master is a threshold. Countless cultivators have been defeated in front of this chasm. There is no other reason. The promotion of martial arts master is closely related to the awakening of Zifu. This is not only talent, but also a collection of luck in the realm of chance.
He didn't dare to be careless at all. After separating from Fatty, he quickly left the two gloomy valleys, and then found a secluded place to start preparations.
The first thing that gave him a headache was the Soul-fixing Pill. No matter who it was at the moment when Zifu was awakened, his soul must be swaying, and he would not be able to survive it without the help of the Soul-fixing Pill.
And he couldn't help but feel chills when he thought about his Zi Mansion. Whether it was the mysterious palace with no end in sight or the heavenly sword hanging high in the sky, it all made his heart tremble.
He really couldn't imagine whether he could persevere when his Zifu woke up. Ordinary soul-fixing pills would definitely be ineffective, and the top three-line soul-fixing pill would be needed.
Pills are also divided into different qualities. The same level often has high and low quality. Any high-quality pill will definitely produce texture runes, and the three textures are the top of the top. Even the most experienced alchemist can't. It can only be obtained by good luck.
Soul-fixing pills are easy to find, but the three-line soul-fixing pills are extremely difficult to obtain. For a while, he was in a dilemma.
"Is it necessary to force a breakthrough?" Wang Dong was depressed. There are not many such outstanding people, but they are either useless or crazy. Only a very few have become the overlords of one party. As the saying goes, the greater the risk, the greater the reward. Those who can succeed must be talented. It’s no surprise that the achievements are horrific.
However, no one would try it unless it was absolutely necessary. This also led to the fact that such overlords were often born from weak cultivators, and some were even poor. They were forced to choose this path.
"No matter, let's give it a try!" After careful consideration, Wang Dong decided to give it a try. As for the ordinary soul-fixing pill, he could hardly find it. For Zifu, who has a heaven-level martial spirit, the effect of this low-level pill can be completely ignored.
He sat cross-legged and fell into a state of transcendence, but a trace of his soul leaked out and he remained clear at all times.
This is called false promotion. It is a method that cultivators study hard to test whether they are satisfied with the next level. Because promotion to a large level is particularly dangerous, and the body will be shattered into pieces with just a thought, so this kind of test is created. method.
As soon as his spiritual thoughts moved, he felt the Zifu swaying for a while, and then he had the courage to mobilize all his energy to start a fake sprint. In an instant, the sky above his head changed color.
"Boom!"
With a loud noise, the sky above the head dimmed, and the two auras of life and death intertwined. A palace rose and fell in the clouds, and the purple aura above the palace enveloped the auspicious and sacred atmosphere.
But the next moment, a phantom appeared in the sky above the palace, and the whole scene was about to collapse before it could manifest itself. Then the energy of life and death was chaotic, the palace trembled, and finally the whole thing collapsed with a roar.
"puff!"
Wang Dong opened his eyes suddenly and spat out a mouthful of bruised blood. He felt dizzy and almost went crazy just by testing.
"How could this happen?" He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a confused look on his face. This was too tragic, and he couldn't even fully reveal the Zi Mansion, let alone wake it up.
He couldn't help but wonder if his strength was not enough, but this was quickly denied by him. Although he had only advanced to the ninth level of warrior, he knew very well that for him, a heaven-level martial soul, such speed was nothing. .
And now that he can challenge a first-level martial artist head-on, he is completely qualified in terms of strength, so the only reason left is the problem of Zi Mansion.
"Obviously it was very stable at the beginning." He frowned when he thought of the scene just now. Even the palace had almost manifested just now, but as soon as another thing manifested, the entire Zi Mansion collapsed.
Although the thing failed to manifest later, he knew what it was without even thinking about it. It must be the heavenly sword. At the moment when Zi Mansion collapsed, he clearly felt rejection and confrontation.
"Does the palace and the Heavenly Sword repel each other?" Wang Dong himself was startled when this idea came to his mind. He knew that this was his Zi Mansion and belonged to the same person. How could he exclude himself
Next, he tried again. This time he was well prepared. He kept gritting his teeth and persisted. As a result, the moment the Heavenly Sword appeared, the palace flew up and the Heavenly Sword struck straight down. If it wasn't just a test, he probably wouldn't have left anyone dead now. Help collect it and turn it into ashes directly.
He was dumbfounded. No matter how outrageous it was, he had to believe that his Zifu was fighting. In other words, according to this situation, when he woke up Zifu, that is, the moment he was promoted to martial arts, Zifu would have to fight to the death and kill him in an instant.
"Damn, what the hell!" Wang Dong had the urge to cry. At this time, he missed the sword soul particularly. If the sword soul was still there, he would definitely know what this strange scene was like.
"What should I do?" He was going crazy. He was probably the only one who would be afraid of awakening Zi Mansion among all the people who were promoted to martial arts.
He fell into a difficult situation and was in a trance for several days. Wouldn't this end his path to cultivation? As long as he is promoted to martial arts, the Zi Mansion will explode.
He was still thinking hard about a solution that day. Not far away, two monkeys were fighting, fighting to the death. For a while, blood spattered and screams were heard. But soon the monkey king rushed over and slapped each one, and everyone was quiet. .
Wang Dong's eyes lit up: "Don't you like to fight? Then I will find someone to break up the fight for you!"
He was excited and a little nervous at the same time. He didn't know how feasible this method was, but he had a feeling that a miracle would happen.
His idea was very simple. The only one who could enter his Zifu was himself, and the person he was looking for to break up the fight was the heaven-level creation martial spirit in his body.
In the past, he was not strong enough, and even needed the sword soul to tell him what his martial soul looked like, but it was different now. Although he could not use the martial soul to fight, there was still no problem in using it in his body.
Just do it, this may be his only chance.
The palace was still ups and downs, and the Heavenly Sword was still hanging in the air, but this time the two had just produced that frightening wave, and a golden little person rushed into the middle of the two. In an instant, both the Zi Mansion and the sky were filled with strange phenomena. I shivered for a moment, and then actually calmed down.
Wang Dong breathed a long sigh of relief. At this time, Wuhun was no longer a baby, but had grown into a golden little man, almost exactly the same as him. He was radiant and sitting solemnly between the palace and the Heavenly Sword, exuding the radiance of The ripples maintain an inexplicable balance.
After observing for a period of time and nothing unusual happened, Wang Dong cautiously withdrew from this artistic conception.
Everything is ready to attack the martial artist. All he needs is Dongfeng. The most urgent thing for him now is to find the three-line soul-fixing pill. Naturally, there is nothing he can do in this remote place.
He had heard from Fatty that the Dark Tower had more comprehensive medical insurance and miraculous medicines, but for a while he couldn't find the specific location of the Dark Tower. In the end, he had to decide to try his luck in the Eastern Imperial City, which was jointly established by ten families.
Donghuang City is the most prosperous city along the coast. It also belongs to the top ten families, so it covers everything. The key is that it has the first-class trading market along the coast, as well as auctions. If you can't find the Three Patterns Fixed Soul here, Dan, then he would have no choice but to venture inland.
Along the way, Wang Dong walked around and looked at the flowers. He was deeply shocked by the vastness of the city. He didn't know why the ten major families built this city. He bet that even the mansions of each major family were not like this. It was so huge that the Lu family's mansion actually took up less than one-tenth of this huge city.
But he didn't have the mind to pay attention to this now, and instead came directly to a mysterious and dense area, which he found out after spending a lot of effort.
The first thing you see is an ordinary street with nothing out of the ordinary, but the closer you look inside, you will find that there are completely no mortals here, they are all monks, and there are also street stalls selling food.
Wang Dong looked at a few, and finally shook his head. Either they were not worth much, or they were selling fakes to deceive people.
Soon he found a heavily guarded place, and he actually had to pay a martial artist-level demon pill to enter. However, he still went with him after paying for a cup of monkey brew. Relatively speaking, the value of monkey brew was relatively high. , not only can heal injuries, but also necessary for some elixirs, which are extremely valuable due to their scarcity.
Wang Dong knows that this is the largest trading place along the coast. There is no one in charge here and it is completely self-sufficient. The ten major families and some strong foreigners who have invested in it jointly maintain the order here. As long as they do not violate the rules here, no one can do it inside. No one will care what you do.
"Huh?" Soon, Wang Dong's eyes lit up, because he saw a place where green shirts and robes gathered, and they were all alchemists.
He touched several small bottles on his chest. He believed that as long as the three-line soul-fixing pill appeared, he would be able to take it.
(End of chapter)