Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
Zhang Ruochen spent all his energy on comprehending palm way rules, studying the eleventh palm of Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm and practicing Sword Eight.
Palm way was one of the seventy-two Supreme Saintly Ways like sword way.
Palm way was listed as one of the Supreme Saintly Ways not because of how mysterious it was, but because of how many people practiced it. Many great talents studied palm way through and through and created many horrifically powerful palm techniques.
Because of the seniors’ efforts and creation, the people of younger generations could practice palm way at a much higher level, which was why palm way was included in the seventy-two Supreme Saintly Ways.
The seventy-two Supreme Saintly Ways surpassed the three thousand Major Ways because the monks who practiced Supreme Saintly Ways had more potential than those who practiced Major Ways.
If a creature practiced one of the three thousand Major Ways and became one of the most top-tier beings in the world, the Major Way he practiced would attract more and more refiners, and it would probably be included in Supreme Saintly Ways.
It was either that palm way was easier to practice than sword way, or because the seed of rules was already rooted, but Zhang Ruochen was very efficient in comprehending palm way in the following two months. He refined eight palm way rules.
He now had nine palm way rules.
“Palm way rules are the Supreme Saint Way. It might be easier to comprehend other Major Ways.”
He was one step away from having ten rules, so Zhang Ruochen was quite content.
However, he had a hard time practicing palm techniques. It took him a lot of time, yet he still hadn’t finished the elementary level of the eleventh palm.
The eleventh palm of Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm was called ‘Dragon and Elephant Heaven Pass.’ Once they succeeded, his palm technique would become a mid-level saint spell, and the refiner’s body would also go through a tremendous change.
First of all, the refiner’s masculine Qi would surge by tenfold.
Also, their body sturdiness would also be greatly improved. Each tendon would be as strong as a dragon, and each bone would be as vigorous as a giant elephant.
It was called Dragon Tendon Elephant Bone.
Refining such impressive saint spells could be beneficial to the refiners overall, improving at least one aspect of the refiner. It could even help the refiner to attain a special body characteristic.
If Zhang Ruochen could reach ultimate completion of the eleventh palm, his body would rival that of a pseudo true dragon and Extreme Masculine body.
However, it was both difficult and dangerous to practice the eleventh palm of Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm.
Even Death Zen Elder almost died when he was practicing the eleventh palm of Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm.
Zhang Ruochen only saw Wan Zhaoyao perform the eleventh palm of Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm, but Wan Zhaoyi only attained initial completion of it.
Only after attaining ultimate completion of Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm could the refiner have a hundred thousand times more masculine Qi than ordinary people.
Zhang Ruochen forced a smile. “The eleventh palm of Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm is more difficult than I thought! I reckoned I could reach the initial completion, as Wan Zhaoyi succeeded, yet it’s very hard even to get to the elementary level. Perhaps ‘Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm’ collected by the royalties misses a crucial part.
“When I was practicing the ninth and the tenth palm, I refined a saint-level dragon soul and a saint-level elephant soul into my arms to succeed. I probably need to improve the strength of my arms if I want to refine the eleventh palm.”
Zhang Ruochen did read ‘Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm’ in his last life, but that was recorded by the royalties of Sacred Central Empire.
The more advanced the technique was, the more notes there were. One palm technique might have dozens of chapters of notes, so they lacked a lot of details.
The original copy of ‘Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm’ was stored in Chaozong Pavilion in Thousand Buddha Way.
Zhang Ruochen was only a teenager back then. He would’ve never expected himself to achieve so much, and he would’ve never imagined that he would refine the eleventh palm of Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm.
“It’s very dangerous to practice the eleventh palm. I might ask someone first.”
Zhang Ruochen walked into the inner space of Time and Space Crystal, took out a signal flare, and sent it to Master Yintuoluo.
Whoosh!
The signal flare flew out like a trace of light.
Yintuoluo was a disciple of Buddha Emperor, and he was one of the top-tier beings in Thousand Buddha Way, so he must’ve read the original copy of ‘Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm.’
Although Zhang Ruochen joined Guanghan Field, making him a traitor to lots of monks in Kunlun’s Field, Yintuoluo might actually help Zhang Ruochen solve his confusion about ‘Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm’ because of Zhang Ruochen’s connection with Buddha Emperor and Golden Dragon.
“Has senior Yintuoluo become a supreme saint yet?”
Zhang Ruochen looked to the sky.
After a long time, Zhang Ruochen still hadn’t seen a signal flare. He couldn’t help getting anxious and upset. Was Master Yintuoluo let down by what he did? Was it because he helped Guanghan Field win the merits battle, which almost turned Kunlun’s Field into a warzone?
Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes and forced a smile.
It didn’t matter how other people viewed him; he felt that he’d done everything without regrets.
If Kunlun’s Field was rendered a warzone someday, Zhang Ruochen would definitely rush to the front to protect those he wanted to protect.
Suddenly, he saw a light spot in the sky.
Zhang Ruochen opened his eyes wide and grabbed the signal flare, thrilled.
After confirming that it was a signal flare from Master Yintuoluo, Zhang Ruochen couldn’t be happier.
That meant there were some monks from Kunlun’s Field who understood him. There were some people who knew that he was just a wanderer who was forced to leave his hometown instead of a traitor.
The signal flare was filled with small characters written by Master Yintuoluo, which perfectly explained the practicing way of the eleventh palm.
In the end, Master Yintuoluo added, “Stick to your heart.”
“Stick to your heart.”
Zhang Ruochen mumbled and squeezed the signal flare in his hand.
He did have to refine a saint-king dragon soul and a saint-king elephant soul into his arm if he wanted to complete the eleventh palm, and it’d be easier for him if he took some extremely heated and extremely masculine saint pills.
“No wonder it’ll take some saint kings decades, sometimes even a century to finish a mid-class saint spell.”
Zhang Ruochen couldn’t help admiring Wan Zhaoyi. He was indeed someone who overpowered Chen Wutian and Buddha Xinshu and became the representative of Kunlun’s Field. No wonder he was able to fight Emperor Qing when he was only a saint.
“I can also do it.”
Zhang Ruochen was very confident in himself.
He suddenly heard the voice transmitted from the Crazy Alcoholic. “Zhang Ruochen, I’ve made the higher-class Dragon Spirits Mad Oxen Wine. Come give it a try.”
Zhang Ruochen stopped overthinking and vanished.
He showed up right beside the Crazy Alcoholic in the next moment, smiled, and said, “My saint Qi flowed much more quickly by just smelling it.”
There was a giant bronze cauldron that the wine fragrance came from.
“Of course. Nobody has used the sarira of a Buddha Emperor to make Dragon Spirits Mad Oxen Wine before.”
The Crazy Alcoholic smiled, waved his hands, and opened the cauldron. The fragrance surged, permeating the entire Mount Yuanxu Sacred Land and leaking out of the sacred land.
Whoosh!
A cluster of Buddha light flew out of the cauldron, falling back to Zhang Ruochen’s hand, turning back to a sarira.
Zhang Ruochen found that the sarira wasn’t changed much. Obviously, making Dragon Spirits Mad Oxen Wine didn’t consume it a lot.
“It smells so good. Everyone, come have a drink.”
Zhang Ruochen couldn’t be more satisfied. He took out a desk and a couple of wine glasses from his space ring.
Blackie and Demonic Sound followed the wine fragrance.
Even Demonic Sound, who didn’t know anything about alcohol, was tempted.
“Haha. I’ve made three Tiangang Purple Fire Rune. Can I have a drink as well?” Gu Songzi sat down without even asking.
The wine fragrance permeated very fast. Each trace of wine Qi was like a mad ox raging to a thousand miles away.
Wang Xu was holding a rules saint weapon, comprehending the saintly way inside a purple formation near Mount Yuanxu Sacred Land. Suddenly, He opened his eyes, sniffed a bit and walked to the edge of the formation, catching a trace of wine fragrance.
“Amazing wine. Where did it come from?”
Wang Xu swallowed the wine fragrance and couldn’t enjoy it more.
King Hun who was standing at the center of the formation looked into the distance as if he could see the other end of the space. He said, “Mount Yuanxu Sacred Land.”
“Mount Yuanxu Sacred Land? Zhang Ruochen? Where did he get such wonderful wine?” Wang Xu sneered.
King Hun said, “Perhaps he realized he’s going to die, so he took out the wine to have a drink. Wu Hao said they’ll be heading to Truth Godly Palace tomorrow, and it’s Su Jing who’ll be their guard. He’s a seventh-step saint king. Wu Hao will tell us their take-off time and route in advance. I can announce that Zhang Ruochen is basically dead.”
“I’ll get his wine after we kill him.”
Wang Xu couldn’t help sniffing it again and said, “Su Jing is a seventh-step saint king. It’s going to be hard to deal with him.”
“Don’t worry. Lord Ziyan has invited someone who’s a ninth-step saint king, who’s more than strong enough to deal with him. Besides, there are centuries of enmity between that ninth-step saint king and Su Jing. So it wouldn’t be against the rules for him to kill Su Jing,” King Hun said.
