Chapter 388: Chapter 375: Qian Luo’s Killing Intent
"You can bring powerful Demon Beasts, Bone Demons, Puppets, and so on."
Wang Dashu’s eyes gleamed as he said, "So you must be extra vigilant when entering the Yumu Cave Blessed Land, in case you run into a Martial Artist with a powerful Demon Beast."
"However, the chances of that happening aren’t too high. For one, the Xuanwu Realm and King Martial Realm Martial Artists from each Sect all have their own objectives. They have to go to regions that only they can access. If they really had powerful Demon Beasts, they would take them along themselves. Why would they leave them for the disciples below? And even if they did, those disciples might not be able to control them."
Wang Dashu continued explaining...
There are sixty-five Profound Iron Level Sects in the Purple Chu Country. Excluding the members from the three major Spirit Copper Level influences, a total of 2,600 people will enter.
On average, each Profound Iron Level Sect gets about forty spots.
All Profound Iron Level influences are treated equally when it comes to Xuanwu Realm Martial Artists. Each Sect can only send ten, and they don’t need to participate in the grand competition.
So, this is entirely a competition for Spirit Martial Realm Martial Artists.
As for how many spots each sect can actually get, that will be decided by their own abilities in the grand competition.
When it came down to it, the competition was about which sect had more talented disciples and which had more Magical Treasures.
To secure more victories, every Sect had taken out many of their trump-card Magical Treasures for their disciples to use.
Hearing this, Shen Lang felt a little troubled.
’From what Wang Dashu is saying, the Profound Dao Sect will definitely want me to lead the group.’
And because he had discovered a problem with the Immortal Celestial Saber, he had just been planning to raise his Cultivation to the Xuanwu Realm within the next few days.
He also wanted to help Nalan Ziyun raise her Cultivation to the Xuanwu Realm.
’It seems that if I want to best help the Profound Dao Sect complete this trial, I’ll have to keep my Cultivation at the Spirit Martial Realm Ninth Heaven Peak.’
’Raising my Cultivation to the Xuanwu Realm and then hiding it is too risky.’
’I might be able to fool Zhang Tianyue and the Void Mirror, but I might not be able to deceive the powerhouses from the other sects who are in charge of monitoring everyone.’
On the other hand, the War God Hall had already been investigating the Pocket World Blessed Lands and had gathered some information.
’It wouldn’t be a bad idea to enter the Yumu Cave Blessed Land and take a look around.’
"Does the Sect Leader mean for me to go to the Yumu Cave Blessed Land as well?" Shen Lang asked directly.
Wang Dashu nodded. "Yes. The Sect Leader wants you to take first place in the Imperial Capital’s grand competition because the top three sects get ten additional spots."
"First place..." Everyone was stunned.
Although those who knew him well understood this wouldn’t be much of a challenge for Shen Lang, others like Tian Hao and Yan Qi—aside from Zhan Wuji and Jie Fengqing’s group—had only heard of him defeating Martial Artists at the Third and Fourth Heaven of the Spirit Martial Realm. As a result, they had a very vague sense of his true strength.
Regardless, formidable experts at the Eighth and Ninth Heavens of the Spirit Martial Realm were bound to appear in the grand competition.
Experts of that caliber were not something Martial Artists at the Fifth and Sixth Heaven of the Spirit Martial Realm could handle.
"So, does this mean Shen Lang’s Cultivation has reached around the Spirit Martial Realm Ninth Heaven? What a monster..." Fang Hongfeng said thoughtfully, resting his chin on his hand.
"I understand," Shen Lang nodded and said. "In that case, please trouble Master to tell the Sect Leader to prepare the Spirit Stones and materials. I will find some time to refine forty sets of Armor and forty weapons."
"Consider it my contribution to the sect."
"Oh?" Wang Dashu was taken aback. "I didn’t expect you to know Artifact Refining... But don’t worry about the Armor. Just focus on your Cultivation. The sect has already been preparing Armor and Spiritual Artifacts for some time."
"What the sect has prepared may not be suitable for them, and it might not be better than what I can make," Shen Lang said, shaking his head.
His tone was calm, but his words were the height of arrogance.
Not only was Wang Dashu stunned, but everyone else present who didn’t know Shen Lang could perform Artifact Refining was also dumbfounded.
’Such a massive boast...’
’Could the armor or Spiritual Artifacts prepared by a Profound Iron Level Sect for its disciples truly be inferior to what he could make?’
’Those words were a bit...’
Wang Dashu gave an awkward cough or two, picked up the teacup on the table, and pretended to take a sip.
Although he had only taken Shen Lang as a disciple a few days ago, he was still his disciple—and a favored one at that.
The Sect Leader had been vague, but from the expressions of the Sect Leader and the four Elders, it was clear that Shen Lang was no small matter.
Defeating Liu Feng of the Spirit Martial Realm Third Heaven, and defeating Qin Xuan and Sun Sheng of the Spirit Martial Realm Fourth Heaven—while sensational, these achievements weren’t enough to make the Sect Leader and the four Elders act so dazed...
’However, Shen Lang is powerful, yes, but his strength clearly can’t be in Artifact Refining.’
Wang Dashu felt he could neither refuse nor agree, and he didn’t know what else to say.
He could only hum and haw before picking up his tea.
This was the tea Nalan Ziyun had just brought out; it was still steaming.
Just as Wang Dashu took a sip, wondering how to answer Shen Lang, Fang Hongfeng leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Junior Brother Shen Lang can craft Fourth Grade Profound Artifacts."
"PUFF!"
Even for an old codger of Wang Dashu’s age, he couldn’t control himself this time.
He sprayed a mouthful of tea all over the table in front of him and started coughing uncontrollably.
Fang Hongfeng hurriedly patted him on the back.
While patting his back, the rascal muttered again, "He can make several a day."
"..." Wang Dashu had just started to recover when he began coughing even more violently, almost passing out on the spot.
When he finally managed to recover, Wang Dashu stared blankly at Shen Lang, his expression a priceless sight to behold.
Disbelief, followed by ecstasy...
’If Shen Lang has reached such a level, a Profound Level Fourth Grade Artifact Refining Master who can refine several pieces a day?’
’Isn’t that too much of an exaggeration?’
’Doesn’t it take three or four months to make a single Fourth Grade Profound Artifact?’
’Doesn’t that mean Shen Lang could really just fiddle around a bit in his spare time and equip all the disciples entering the Yumu Cave with Profound Artifacts?’
’Even those three sects, including the Imperial Dragon Sect, could never find a monster like this!’
"Excellent! I’ll go tell the Sect Leader right now!" Wang Dashu’s beard quivered as he shot to his feet and ran.
He was really running, as if chasing a rabbit, leaving the entire group dumbfounded...
’What on earth did that rascal Fang Hongfeng say? What could make the old man this excited?’
’Even if a man’s incurable erectile dysfunction was cured, he wouldn’t be *this* excited, would he?’
’Look, he even dropped a shoe over there... When has the Master of Songdu Peak ever looked so disheveled?’
As the crowd watched his retreating back, dumbfounded, Wang Dashu only ran faster.
He didn’t need to ask any more questions.
He didn’t need any more confirmation.
He knew Fang Hongfeng’s personality very well; there was no way he would trick him with something like this.
And now, he finally had an explanation for why Bai Feifei had severely injured Tian Hao for Shen Lang’s sake and had even gone to Tian Mohan’s home and wreaked havoc.
’This disciple is an absolute monster among geniuses!’
’If anyone dares to call him a good-for-nothing now, I, Wang Dashu, will fight them to the death!’
...
After lunch, Shen Lang instructed the group to continue their Cultivation, took the Ghost King from Nalan Ziyun, and leisurely flew down the mountain, heading straight for the Treasure Pavilion in Celestial Palace City.
Although he had only just settled in, the collection of certain items was becoming a pressing matter.
The Ice Soul Water Jade inside the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron, aside from being placed in the Grand Array for Cultivation, could also be used to create an exceptional Body Refining Spiritual Liquid.
When Shen Lang first obtained this item, he had mentioned to the old ghost that he had a Body Refining Formula, and one of the required ingredients was Ice Soul Water Jade.
And the rarest ingredient was precisely the Ice Soul Water Jade.
Once he had the Ice Soul Water Jade and had gathered all the other ingredients, the refined Potion could allow a Bone Demon to achieve the effects of being submerged in water for three hundred years in just three years!
This essentially meant that in just three short years, Shen Lang could use this Potion to forge the body of a Bone Demon or a Martial Artist to a strength greater than that of a Profound Artifact!
It wouldn’t even be difficult to create an entire army of Bone Demons in a short amount of time!
Of course, that was assuming he was willing to part with the Ice Soul Water Jade.
Now, because of his Chaos Divine Body, Shen Lang was even more eager and focused on cultivating his physical body.
He needed to awaken the Ten Divine Beast Particles within his cells more quickly.
This was a different type of Cultivation from absorbing Spiritual Qi; it was the path of becoming a Saint of the Flesh.
On the other hand, the Profound Dao Sect’s request for him to participate in the Yumu Cave Blessed Land trial was indirectly forcing him to keep his Cultivation within the Spirit Martial Realm Ninth Heaven.
In that case, for the next few months, he could only focus his Cultivation on comprehending his Realm and on Body Forging.
Besides the ingredients for the Body Forging formula that used Ice Soul Water Jade, Shen Lang also needed to collect various materials to pair with the Barbarian Race’s Holy Fruit, the "Thousand-leaf Fruit."
Thankfully, he had killed a batch of Xuanwu Realm Powerhouses at Wuling Creek and made a huge profit, so he didn’t have to worry about not having enough Spirit Stones.
After leaving the Profound Dao Sect, Shen Lang mounted a Fiery Demon Wolf and galloped toward Celestial Palace City.
He seemed unaware that two strange figures were following close behind him, clinging like maggots to a corpse...
He was even more oblivious to the fact that just yesterday, he had nearly angered a Xuanwu Realm Fifth Heaven powerhouse from the Holy Light Sect to death.
And the ones tracking him now were precisely that powerhouse’s two disciples.
At the same time, that powerhouse from the Holy Light Sect had already left his sect and was flying toward Celestial Palace City from another direction. He planned to corner Shen Lang outside the city, tear him limb from limb, and perform Soul Extraction and Refining...
This person’s name was Qian Luo.
Qian Luo of the Holy Light Sect was the cousin of Gao Jingtian, the leader of the Lone Wolf Mercenary Corps in Illusion Mist City.
