Chapter 270: Chapter 111: Five Forms Break One Will, the Boundary’s Limit
Li Xuan took the cultivation technique and began to cultivate.
A set of "Burning River Fist" was quickly practiced, creating a powerful wind, and was extremely skillful.
As a Grandmaster who had perfected the cultivation techniques of various schools, his control over his own flesh and blood was highly precise. Even the most difficult fist technique, as long as it fell within the realm of "body tempering," was easily mastered.
Feng Mengrou watched in a daze.
She saw Li Xuan "the first time being unskilled, the second time mimicking, the third time already taking shape, the fourth time as if practicing for months, the fifth time as if long immersed."
Practitioners are not innately talented in martial arts; they simply grasped some terrifying powers ahead of time.
Therefore, upon seeing a cultivation monster like Li Xuan, "so frightful," Feng Mengrou was utterly fascinated.
Suddenly, a glimmer of hope arose in her heart: ’Maybe this man can truly succeed in digesting the Four Demon Forms.’
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First day of proficiency.
On the second day, Feng Mengrou brought the Hundred Spirits Pill and Peaceful Mind Pill. After Li Xuan ingested them, he immediately summoned the Four Demon Forms and began cultivating.
Amidst the whistling wind, the punches and kicks of the "Burning River Fist" were guiding the black smoke.
The black smoke originally emanated outward forming demon shapes, and was now being pulled back towards himself.
What returned alongside were those chaotic sounds, and those segments of incredible, fragmented memories.
For a moment, Li Xuan felt himself to be the Cyan Dragon fighting Zhu Feng; at another time, he was immersed in a kind of tragic mood, as if there were ten suns in the sky, all icy and yang-like; yet another moment, the enchanting voices of a fairy murmuring sweet nothings echoed in his ears...
Everyone perhaps has had moments of daze.
Suddenly a familiar scene, suddenly immersed in thoughts that actually do not belong to oneself.
It is a dream that arises from the subconscious during a nap, fleeting in a blink of an eye.
When you suddenly awaken, you can’t help but wonder, "What was I just thinking, why did I think that way just now."
Now Li Xuan also began to feel this way slightly...
When such feelings accumulate enough, drowning out the deliberations of his primary personality, then... his spirit would split, and he would be unable to discern true from false.
However, he was far from that point.
The strength of 280 in spirit is not to be underestimated.
Moreover, he has four types of spiritual demon blood.
Everything is within his control.
This day, Li Xuan got a feel of it, approximately understanding the risks of this cultivation technique.
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On the third day...
Li Xuan deliberately made slow progress.
On the fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day...
On the fifteenth day, Li Xuan was still deliberately making slow progress.
Feng Mengrou threw three bottles of pills to him, a hundred-packed meat pill, a ten-packed Hundred Spirits Pill, and a ten-packed Peaceful Mind Pill, then said she needed to temporarily return to the sect, anyway... Feiguang Peak had already taught Li Xuan the cultivation technique, and there was no running away from this place.
Li Xuan reluctantly bid farewell to his senior sister before exhaling a long breath, thinking, ’Finally got senior sister to leave.’
He twisted his neck, found a secluded mountain wilderness, and slowly removed the Purple Ice Copper garment.
Thud.
As the garment sealing power fell to the ground, a terrifying pressure emanated from Li Xuan, even the air seemed slightly distorted, and the cicadas on the surrounding old trees suddenly fell silent.
Li Xuan sneered.
Clap... clap...
Cicadas one by one fell, along with a mountain snake that originally blended with the tree color.
There was no sound of insects from the ground, and where he stood, his unrestrained spirit emanated as if creating a "zone of low spiritual existence."
He closed his eyes, assuming the starting pose of "Burning River Fist."
At the same time, he summoned the Five Demon Forms.
In an instant... black smoke billowed, and an eerie wind howled.
Li Xuan threw another pill into his mouth and began to focus on his punches without distraction.
Blood like a great river, the "Burning River Fist" tempers the body, which is the meaning of this technique’s name.
However, what flowed within Li Xuan was not a river... it was magma.
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Yunzhou, camp.
"The Divine Martial Monarch is a Four Demon Form? And also closely associates with the immortals? Are these pieces of information confirmed?"
Grand General Qu Shihu sat domineeringly, frowning as he asked.
The envoy he sent to slap their face was instead slapped back miserably.
How could Qu Shihu resign to this?
He always thought that with Wang Baxian gone and the Wang family no more, the cycle of fortune and misfortune would naturally turn to his favor.
As for the sudden rise of that Divine Martial Monarch, he kept him in mind but found nothing insurmountable.
A young man in his twenties with martial fame but no martial virtue, of what use is he?
But this time, he happened to be slapped by that very young man.
Upon hearing the news, he immediately inquired, and now the investigator returned, saying, "General, indeed... it’s said that a fairy lived in his royal mansion for quite some time. Only recently did she leave."
Qu Shihu had yet to speak when a subordinate general coldly snorted, "Pretty boy!"
Qu Shihu furrowed his brows tightly, then summoned a Secret Martial Martial Artist for consultation on whether "Four Demon Forms are possible."
The Secret Martial Martial Artist merely shook his head.
Upon further inquiry, Qu Shihu immediately understood, "One Demon Form alone can torment a person to death, how can four be possible?"
Yet, the impossible occurred.
Qu Shihu sighed long, surveyed the trusted generals under his command, and said, "I’m afraid we are no longer destined for wealth and glory, and even such a noble lady as the princess cannot fall into our residence."
A general expressed indignation, "What is he? What accomplishments does he have?"
Qu Shihu said, "He has earned the attention of the immortals and is likely to soon ascend to their rank. How can we compete with him? We cannot."
The generals fumed with anger.
Suddenly, a scholar emerged, quietly saying, "General, the current world is actually no longer ruled by the sovereign."
