Chapter Forty-Five: Farewell to Tang Yuan

  Is there an even higher existence above the Supreme Divine Mystery?!!

  If the answer to this question has already been determined by the theory of internal skill cultivation, then there must be a higher level of existence! However, after all, this is another world. Although the internal skill and mysterious energy cultivation seem to be the same path, the results may not be consistent, so the conclusion cannot be drawn too early. It's possible that this world is more unusual, and the Supreme God Xuan really has reached the top, it's also possible!

  Of course, all of this is still inconclusive based on Jun Wicked's current level of understanding of Xuan Qi.

  Also, after Jun Xie's previous marrow washing and meridian clearing, his entire body's meridians were all connected, already reaching the realm of a pre-heavenly high-ranking master with all 100 meridians connected. If only considering the meridians, it could be said that even the true Supreme Divine might not be able to surpass him! However, actual strength was still far from being reached. After all, having arrived in this world for only a short month's time, being able to go from a useless body to his current physical strength, this speed itself was already unbelievable!

  This is precisely the wonder of Qī Tiān Zào Huà Gōng. If it were a general practice, even entering the door would be difficult in just one month. However, with Líng Lóng Hóng Jūn Tǎ combined with Qī Tiān Zào Huà Gōng, all meridians can be opened at once, which is equivalent to suddenly opening countless bottomless treasuries for you, and waiting for you to fill them up one by one.

  Judging from your current strength, if it's a real life-and-death battle, I believe ordinary silver-grade cultivators would already find it very difficult to deal with you. If it's an assassination, then it's even more impossible to compare. After all, this is your specialty.

  However, Jing Qi Tong gave Jun Xie a very strange ability. As long as he intentionally imitated the words and had the corresponding Xuan Qi cultivation method, he could imitate the extreme form of this skill at any time. Of course, it was only the form, and there was absolutely no corresponding power.

  It seems like I've got another way to show off...

  The next day, Jun Xie appeared again on the training ground with a spirited look, shocking everyone once more! Yesterday's training had been so intense that even these strong guards couldn't handle it, and their bodies still ached in many places. Yet this young master had arrived at the training ground even earlier than they did!

  After yesterday's training, almost everyone had a brand new feeling towards the Third Young Master of their own family, even a kind of admiration. However, almost everyone also recognized that the Third Young Master might not be able to make it tomorrow, let alone whether he had the heart to come or not, just his small body would absolutely not be able to bear the load!

  But today, seeing Jun Xie's straight body and sharp eyes like a sword, everyone has an illusion: Is this still the young master who was born with a silver spoon and waited for death?! How did he climb up?!

  He unintentionally arrived at the playground early, sitting in a wheelchair, staring intently this way. Jun Xie's appearance was both within and beyond his expectations. He was very clear about Jun Xie's condition after training yesterday, which was extremely severe. With Jun Xie's original physical fitness, he might not have been able to withstand it at all. So even if Jun Xie didn't show up today, it would be understandable. He thought that even if Jun Xie appeared, he would be very tired and disheveled, as yesterday's training was not something that could be easily completed even when his body was in perfect condition. But he really never expected that now Jun Xie looked stronger than these big men!

  Could it be that yesterday's training volume wasn't as heavy as I imagined?!

  Another day of high-intensity training has passed, and the guards are even more astonished to discover that Jun Xie's speed today is actually much faster than yesterday. Moreover, although his footsteps are still somewhat unsteady, he no longer stumbles around, and at least looks a lot better than yesterday.

  The astonishment had not yet ended, and in the next few days of training, Jun Xie had already completely caught up with the progress of the guards, and even surpassed them! This fact made a group of guards blush: such rapid strength improvement was something they had never seen before, let alone heard of! But the young master's example was right in front of their eyes, turning what was supposed to be a myth into living reality! If the young master, who is so delicate and pampered, can do it, why can't we, who are tough and resilient?

  This question once again set off a wave of enthusiasm for martial arts training! Everyone's thirst for power has driven the training to a fever pitch! Almost everyone is training with red eyes and gritted teeth, desperately fighting like beasts...

  They still don't know that on the basis of their training, Jun Xie's body is still carrying eight heavy sandbags; and every morning, he has to give himself a special training before coming back here to train with everyone! And in the past few days, Jun Xie has added several more contents to his own training: climbing high, grasping stones, kicking flat, stretching arms, hiding and sneaking...

  You will carefully divide a day into twelve periods, and basically not waste a single minute.

  The old master found out about this on the third day. He had secretly come to watch once during training, and was delighted that his grandson was making progress, but also worried that his grandson's practice was too frequent, which would not be good if he rushed through it. However, after watching that time, he didn't even show his face, and quietly left, but Butler Pong clearly felt that the old master was very happy and lively!

  Even when there was no one around, the old master himself hummed a couple of tunes in his study and even got drunk for the first time, getting completely intoxicated with a joyful expression on his face. Then, he stumbled to his deceased wife's memorial tablet, muttering something unknown for an entire night. He only came out the next day, with a smile on his face but tears in the corners of his eyes...

  The day before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Tianxiang City was already bustling with excitement. Everyone was dressed in their finest clothes, and lanterns were hung everywhere. People from afar returned home, and it's only natural that this annual reunion festival would be lively.

  At noon, on the top floor of Drunken Immortal Building.

  The guards sat around in a circle, occupying two tables. Between them was another table with only two people seated, namely Jun Xie and Tang Yuan.

  Tang Yuan sat opposite Jun Xie, sighing and frowning. These past few days, Tang Baozi had indeed suffered greatly. Old Master Tang had almost squeezed out half of the fat from his grandson's sturdy body. First, he was confined to his room, not allowed to take a single step outside. Then, whenever the old master thought of the stolen Xuan Dan, he would immediately summon Tang Yuan and scold him severely, jumping up and down in anger, slapping him several times to vent his frustration, before telling him to get out. This treatment was more frequent than three meals a day, happening whenever the old master felt like it.

  Tang Baozi had already lost face, almost losing his future wife; his father-in-law had scolded him until he was covered in dog blood, his fiancée had cried her eyes out and threatened to die if they didn't break off the engagement. It's really no wonder that the girl would do this, today it was just a narrow escape, but who knows what will happen next time...

  Father saw himself as a slap in the face, and then he went to find a stick everywhere; Mother wanted to pull Father but didn't dare to pull him, frowning without relaxing. Several younger brothers asked every time they met: "Older brother, when will you go to Qianjintang again? Let us younger brothers also go and admire your demeanor..." Then it was a burst of uncontrollable laughter...

  The most unbearable thing is that the old man scolds N times a day, and each time he has to kneel on the abacus. For this reason, an iron abacus was specially made. Why? It's because of Tang Baozi's weight. Abacuses made of other materials would collapse with just one kneel. Don't abacuses cost money? Even the iron abacus has become somewhat curved over time...