Chapter 64: Chapter 63: Fist Intent Transformation! Unity of Spirit and Soul! I Am No Match for Him
Although the Beautiful Lady was one of the Directors, she had never actually seen the Seventh Prince of Great Xia in person.
Murong Hai, on the other hand, said nothing. He just burst into loud laughter.
King Zhenyue’s death meant that he no longer had to worry about being punished by Emperor Xia.
At this moment, the Beautiful Lady recalled that day. She had been sitting high in a pavilion, watching the sky above the Imperial City. Countless golden and purple auras swirled, and starlight formed a vast river that coiled around a silver moon, all of it holding up a great sun!
Afterward, the aura of the Demon Fiend within the prison was stirred. A brilliant Fist Intent erupted from the prison’s depths, blasted through the heavens, and annihilated all of the fiendish aura!
That day, Chen Tianfeng, the Prison Lord of the Prison Suppression Bureau, had even ordered that no one was to disturb this person’s breakthrough.
Thinking back on it now, if it truly was the legendary Seventh Prince who had broken through to a new Realm, then such an astonishing phenomenon would be perfectly explainable.
Moreover, the Beautiful Lady realized that the Fist Intent which had shattered the fiendish aura back then was remarkably similar to the Overbearing Fist Intent lingering in King Zhenyue’s body today.
’Could it be? Was it really the legendary Seventh Prince who killed King Zhenyue?’
"The person who killed King Zhenyue..."
"Was it the Seventh Prince, the one known as the Immortal Golden Fist?"
The white-robed youth stared at King Zhenyue’s corpse, a look of shock on his face as he muttered to himself.
But in his heart, murderous intent toward the Seventh Prince surged.
Seeing Murong Hai’s boisterous laughter, the Beautiful Lady couldn’t help but snort, "Lord Mu, you certainly are lucky!"
"Even when you cause a huge disaster, there’s always someone there to clean up your mess!"
She thought sourly, ’So what if you have a Spirit Transformation Realm expert as a backer?’
’Right now, my Demon-slaying Bureau has three old ancestors at the Spirit Transformation Realm!’
’Just considering those who are publicly in charge, our Grand Director’s Cultivation has reached the Eighth Level of Spirit Transformation Realm!’
’And that’s not even counting the powerful experts living in retirement all over the country.’
Murong Hai’s idiotic, gleeful expression truly left her speechless.
Murong Hai naturally heard her sarcastic remarks, but he ignored the Beautiful Lady’s taunts and remained cheerful.
Yes!
’It’s true! Your Demon-slaying Bureau does have more Spirit Transformation Realm experts than the Great Xia Prison!’
’But those people are of noble status, immense power, and arrogant dispositions. No one can order them around!’
’How is that anything like the Seventh Prince? The moment any turmoil breaks out in the prison, he immediately takes action and swiftly suppresses it.’
’In the past, whenever a major disturbance occurred in the prison, I had to swallow my pride, bow my head, and beg that group of Spirit Transformation Realm experts for help!’
’But now things are different!’
With such a powerful expert protecting the depths of the prison, Murong Hai was, of course, overjoyed.
Chen Tianfeng looked at King Zhenyue’s corpse, his brow relaxing slightly, and then spoke.
"Let’s take the body back with us."
As the Prison Lord of the Prison Suppression Bureau, Chen Tianfeng not only held a distinguished position, but he was also the strongest person present.
Since he had spoken, the others naturally had no objections and nodded in agreement.
But just as the group was about to step forward and take King Zhenyue’s body away,
"Halt!"
A terrifying wave of Divine Thoughts, accompanied by an ice-cold voice, suddenly crashed down on them from afar!
BOOM!!
Murong Hai and the other two’s expressions changed drastically, their faces turning pale.
They felt as if a mountain of immense weight was pressing down on them, making it impossible to move.
Even Chen Tianfeng, at the Second Level of Spirit Transformation, felt an enormous pressure.
His brow furrowed, and he stopped in his tracks.
"That person is here,"
he murmured, looking toward the horizon with a wary expression.
Under the bright moonlight, the figure of an old man in simple gray robes flickered across the sky.
With every step he took, he covered a distance of hundreds of yards.
After just three steps, he arrived at the blood-soaked pile of rubble.
He opened his ashen eyes, looking down on the four of them from mid-air.
His gaze slowly fell upon King Zhenyue’s corpse.
’A Spirit Transformation Great Power!’
’The Great Xia Elder National Preceptor!’
’Master of Boundless Yue Mountain! Venerable of Fist Way! Venerable Tutor to the Prince!’
In that instant, all of the old man’s various titles flashed through the white-robed youth’s mind.
Meanwhile, the Beautiful Lady was first stunned upon seeing the old man, but then she stepped forward with a respectful expression.
She bowed slightly.
She cried out with some excitement, "This junior, Zhan Taiyue, greets the Lord National Preceptor!"
In her youth, she had attended the Elder National Preceptor’s lectures, so there was a connection between them.
The Elder National Preceptor merely gave a slight nod, paying her no real mind.
Then, he took a step and flickered, appearing beside King Zhenyue’s corpse in an instant.
HISS!
He reached out with his right hand, which was wreathed in a golden glow, and gently brushed it over King Zhenyue’s body. His brow furrowed slightly, his expression grave.
The evening wind whistled past, bringing with it a deep chill.
The others held their breath, not daring to disturb him in the slightest, afraid of incurring the Elder National Preceptor’s displeasure.
Although they had no idea what the Elder National Preceptor was sensing from King Zhenyue’s body,
they knew that not disturbing him was the right thing to do.
After about half an incense stick’s time, the Great Xia Elder National Preceptor withdrew his hand and its dissipating golden glow, then muttered to himself.
"Fist Intent Transformation, Unity of Spirit and Soul..."
"This person’s mastery of the Fist Dao... I am no match for it."
As the others silently pondered his words, Chen Tianfeng’s expression changed slightly, and his heart trembled with shock.
The so-called Unity of Spirit and Soul was the complete fusion of one’s Divine Thoughts attacks with the techniques of the Physique, causing the power of a Cultivation Technique to skyrocket.
’Such a profound and unfathomable Realm... it’s something even I can only aspire to!’
BOOM!
Before he could even recover from his shock, another Spirit Transformation Great Power descended upon the scene.
This person wore a black robe embroidered with stars and a crescent moon—it was none other than the Grand Director of the Demon-slaying Bureau.
"Greetings, Grand Director!"
The moment she saw the Grand Director, Zhan Taiyue immediately hurried forward with a fawning and respectful expression.
Although they were both Directors, the gap in their power was immense.
The Grand Director nodded slightly, then looked at the Elder National Preceptor and remarked with a sigh, "In all my thirty years, this is the first time I’ve ever heard you say it."
"’My Fist Dao is inferior to another’s!’"
As he spoke,
the Grand Director stepped forward and reached out to feel the wisp of Fist Intent remaining in King Zhenyue’s body.
First, he was surprised.
Then, he was shocked.
Finally, he couldn’t help but exclaim, "Unity of Spirit and Soul! Truly incredible!"
His eyes filled with astonishment as he looked at the Elder National Preceptor, who gave a slight nod.
"Within the Spirit Transformation Realm, I am confident that my Fist Dao is second to none."
"But this person’s true meaning of the Fist Dao, their Cultivation Technique Realm, is already above mine. They could be called an unrivaled Fist Venerable!"
"Within the Spirit Transformation Realm, no one on the path of the Fist Dao can surpass them!"
An unrivaled Fist Venerable!
This was an incredibly weighty title.
Any expert who had cultivated to the Spirit Transformation Realm on their own could deeply feel it.
On the great paths like the Fist Dao, Sword Dao, and Blade Dao, every single step forward was exceedingly difficult.
The Elder National Preceptor before them had entered Spirit Transformation at thirty and became the Master of Boundless Yue Mountain at fifty.
At sixty, he achieved Great Success in the Fist Dao, his fame spreading far and wide.
At seventy, he was acclaimed as a Venerable of the Fist Dao, unmatched in the world.
Now, he was over a hundred years old and had been immersed in the Fist Dao for a very long time. Since he had not taken action in years, no one knew his true strength.
And yet, even an expert as mighty as the Elder National Preceptor admitted his own inferiority.
So, who exactly was this mysterious expert?
The Grand Director questioned everyone present and received a shocking, yet uncertain, answer.
The Seventh Prince of Great Xia!
The Elder National Preceptor also fell silent upon hearing this answer.
"I’m taking King Zhenyue’s body."
Afterward,
the Elder National Preceptor spoke this one casual sentence and took King Zhenyue’s body with him.
His figure flickered through the air, and he swiftly departed.
’This old bastard! He plays dirty!’
The Grand Director’s eyelid twitched.
’That profound wisp of Fist Intent still lingers on King Zhenyue’s body!’
’If I could study it day and night, it would surely allow my own Fist Dao to advance another step!’
"Damned old fool!"
The Grand Director cursed under his breath, then immediately shot through the air in hot pursuit.
Then, everyone present heard a series of violent rumbles echoing from the distant sky.
They were utterly dumbfounded.
The next moment, that Lord Xu also flickered and arrived on the scene.
He looked at the blood-soaked pile of rubble, then up at the sky where the two figures were fighting over King Zhenyue’s corpse.
His expression darkened.
