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Li Min added, “There are only 100 names in the book, who are the top 100 powerful Half-Saints under saint. In other words, no ordinary person could be chosen by Half-Saint Rank. He has to obtain either a special body structure or a unrivaled talent to fight.”
“Young master of Sacred Central Crypt, Kong Hongbi, ranked No.7 in Half-Saint Rank. Now have you learned what a powerful figure you have offended?”
Elephant-swallowing Rabbit raised its head, and its mouth was filled with ginseng. “He’s not No.1. Why should we be afraid of him?”
Li Min rolled her eyes at it, and said, “The six figures ranked before him all have lived for more than 100 years, which Kong Hongbi could never compete with. Have you heard about ‘no saint is under 100 years old?’”
“No.”
Li Min was almost driven crazy by the rabbit. How could it know nothing? It was totally ignorant and ill-informed.
“‘No saint is under 100 years old’ means that no monk could ever become a saint before he turns 100 years old. Those who have broken the rule are heavenly geniuses like those in Five Heroes List. Do you know how old Kong Hongbi is now?”
“No.” Elephant-swallowing Rabbit shook its head.
Li Min despised Elephant-swallowing Rabbit, and said, “78. Kong Hongbi would surely break through the state of saint before he turns 100 years old, if everything went well.”
“The cultivation of Kong Hongbi is about the same as that of the Nine Kunlun Heirs. If he were 20 years younger, he would surely become one of the Nine Kunlun Heirs.”
The body of Blackie had expanded to more than 30 meters long, and it had become a chubby and fluffy giant beast. A Shooting Star Invisible Cloak floated above its body to conceal their trace and Qi.
Puff.
Zhang Ruochen exhaled a breath, and slowly opened his eyes and looked to the front.
His wound had only recovered about 10-20% in the past two days. If he wanted to get back to his prime, he would have to wait for a long time.
“If only I had a Withered Pill.”
Zhang Ruochen became fully aware of the importance of obtaining a top class Recovering Pill by now. It would be like granting a second life to him.
If he had a Withered Pill, he would have already fully recovered.
Withered Pill was a Nine-class Recovering Pill that had special functions. As long as a monk could still breathe, a Withered Pill would soon cure him.
Of course the price of a Withered Pill was extraordinarily high as well, which was unaffordable for common people.
Zhang Ruochen made up his mind to keep some Withered Pills with him in the future, just in case.
Li Min saw that Zhang Ruochen stopped curing himself, so she came close to him immediately. “Zhang Ruochen, where are we going?”
Zhang Ruochen was lost in thought for a while, and asked her instead, “Where is Pluto Sword Tomb?”
Li Min was shocked by his question and shook her head fiercely like a rattle-drum. “I can’t take you there without the permission of the Ancient Race of Prison Guardians.”
“I am one of the Six Major Swordsmen. Do I need others’ permission to go to the Pluto Sword Tomb? You are a member of the distant family of the Ancient Race of Prison Guardians, don’t you know the status of a Swordsman?” Zhang Ruochen said solemnly.
Li Min hesitated a little, but said at last, “Actually I’ve been to Pluto Sword Tomb only once when I was taken by the Grand Elder to the 500 years birthday celebration of the clan leader. And Grand Elder flew so fast that I can’t remember where Pluto Sword Tomb is exactly.”
“But you know roughly where it is?” Zhang Ruochen asked.
“Of course, it’s in Central Yuan County.”
Then Li Min lowered her head again and played with her fingers. She murmured, “But Central Yuan County is the biggest country of Yuan Mansion, which is ten times bigger than Qingli County. It would…would be extremely hard to find the address of Pluto Sword Tomb.”
The expansion of Qingli County was already vast and enormous. From its north to its south, it was more than tens of thousands of kilometers.
And Central Yuan County was ten times bigger than Qingli County. Finding a secluded ancient race in such a vast area was as difficult as touching the sky.
Zhang Ruochen nodded. “Since Pluto Sword Tomb is in Central Yuan County, then we should go to Central Yuan County.”
The Ancient Race of Prison Guardians was an ancient race which had been inherited for a long time. Since they had nestled in Yuan Mansion, their forces must have come to every corner of it.
Zhang Ruochen believed that after he entered Central Yuan County, he could spread word to make the Ancient Race of Prison Guardians come to him at once.
Zhang Ruochen even thought that, when he had fought against the seven kings of the Ministry of War the night before last night, some of the monks hidden in the dark were from the Ancient Race of Prison Guardians.
Since the Ancient Race of Prison Guardians were afraid of the imperial government and dared not to contact him, he had to behave more actively.
If the Ancient Race of Prison Guardians still refused to meet him, then there would be no need for him to go to the Pluto Sword Tomb.
Li Min shook her head immediately and said nervously, “No, you can’t go to Central Yuan County. It must be super dangerous there.”
“Why?” asked Zhang Ruochen.
Li Min said, “Do you remember that I said Wan Zhaoyi had come to Yuan Mansion for another purpose?”
“What is it?”
“Recently, some powerful figures of the Immortal Vampires have been seen in Central Yuan County one after another, possibly attempting to make some moves. Meanwhile, some powerful figures of the imperial government have arrived in Central Yuan County as well, preparing to suppress the Immortal Vampires. Wan Zhaoyi is among them.”
Li Min added, “Now that so many powerful figures are gathering in Central Yuan County, if you go there recklessly, won’t you walk right in the trap?”
It was no coincidence that powerful figures of the Immortal Vampires had come to Central Yuan County.
The legend of “Pluto” came to Zhang Ruochen’s mind at once.
Could it be that the Immortal Vampires attempted to release Pluto?
“Blackie, let’s go to Central Yuan County,” Zhang Ruochen said solemnly.
Li Min was confused. Why should Zhang Ruochen be so stubborn like a donkey? Knowing it was of great danger, and that the Ancient Race of Prison Guardians wouldn’t welcome him, why should he insist on going there?
Li Min was about to ask her questions when she saw a scroll fly out from between Zhang Ruochen’s eyebrows. Then Zhang Ruochen jumped into the scroll and disappeared.
Zhang Ruochen entered the Universe Spiritual Map in order to recover from his wounds quickly and get back to his prime. Only in this way could he be prepared for the brutal challenges ahead.
He had a feeling that carnage of war was going to happen in Yuan Mansion again. Innumerable innocent lives would be spent.
Central Yuan County at the center of the storm would surely become the most intensive battle field.
After a month in the scroll, Zhang Ruochen finally recovered. His cultivation was stabilized at First Level of Half-Saint.
“It is said that via saint soul, a First Level Half-Saint could transfer the Spiritual Qi in the space of 250 km in diameter to add to his own strength.”
Zhang Ruochen let his saint soul out and tried his best to transfer Spiritual Qi, and found that the Spiritual Qi in the space of 400 km in diameter resonated and all gushed to and condensed in his palms.
Only a Fourth Level Half-Saint could transfer Spiritual Qi in the space of 400 km in diameter, which suggested that Zhang Ruochen had greatly surpassed the power of a First Level Half-Saint.
And the more Spiritual Qi transferred by a Half-Saint, the more powerful the Saint Soul Territory created by him would become.
“Dragon and Elephant Divine Furnace.”
Zhang Ruochen pushed his hand forward and hit a palm print. Instantly, a strand of extremely destructive power burst out like the eruption of a volcano, and rushed forward.
A giant scarlett handprint was condensed in the void before him, which was more than dozens of meters long. It made a rumbling noise while lighting the sky with the color of the flame.
Then Zhang Ruochen took back his palm and assessed his strength roughly. “The strike is about the strength of a full strike of a primary Sixth Level Half-Saint.”
Zhang Ruochen’s success of fighting against kings from the Ministry of War before was owed largely to the assistance of the Divine Fire Jingmie, which had multiplied his battle power several times.
Together with his cracking the dragon marble to obtain the power of a saint dragon, and forcing the Taotian Sword to display the Destruction of the Thousand-patterns, he was then enabled to kill King Gold Knife and Queen Yin Eagle.
And now Zhang Ruochen at First Level of Half-Saint could compete with a primary Sixth Level Half-Saint without borrowing power of time and space. He felt very content.
“Now that I’ve reached the state of Half-Saint, I should begin to practice the sixth level of Emperor Ming Nine-sky Scripture, Yuan Ming Wen Ju Tian [a Chinese code].” After a monk reached a different level, the way his Holy Qi operated in his veins would be changed completely.
Without the corresponding Half-Saint exercise, a monk would never break through Second Level Half-Saint and would remain forever at the First Level.
Of course, something different could happen.
If the exercise practiced by a monk was of low class and could only enable the monk to reach the state of Half-Saint, then he had to choose another Half-Saint exercise after he became a Half-Saint.
But practicing a different exercise would cause conflicts to the Holy Qi inside his body, which would slow down the speed of practicing and make it impossible to have a perfect operation of Holy Qi.
The better the exercise was, the faster the operation speed of Holy Qi would become. Consequently, it would decrease the time spent for practicing and even create some mysterious variations.
If Zhang Ruochen chose the exercise of Yunwu Commandery instead of Emperor Ming Nine-sky Scripture, he could never reach his current state his whole life. And even if in the same state, his battle power couldn’t be as strong as it was now.
Therefore, a good exercise meant a lot.
Emperor Ming Nine-sky Scripture was the national secret scripture of the Sacred Central Empire. Only Emperors were allowed to exercise it. It wasn’t too inferior to the Six Extraordinary Books, even if it wasn’t one of them.
Zhang Ruochen sat on the ground with his legs crossed. He closed his eyes, recalled the description of the six levels of Emperor Ming Nine-sky Scripture and began to operate his Holy Qi.
After Holy Qi had finished circulating from different ways in his veins for nine days, Zhang Ruochen stopped carefully.
He could perceive clearly that the operation speed in his veins was doubled, and his absorption of Spiritual Qi became much faster.
Now that he had finished the primary practice of sixth level exercise, Zhang Ruochen would end his stay in the scroll world.
When he came out, Blackie had taken Elephant-swallowing Rabbit and Li Min to Central Yuan County.
Li Min saw Zhang Ruochen walk out of scroll world, and asked immediately, “Zhang Ruochen, what should we do next?”
Zhang Ruochen asked, “Is the camp of the Ministry of War of Yuan Mansion in Central Yuan County?”
Li Min nodded, “Central Yuan County is the center of Yuan Mansion, and the richest place. Naturally, the camp of the Ministry of War is located here.”
“Good. Now you should take me to the camp,” said Zhang Ruochen.
Li Min was astonished by his words, and said, “Do… do you mean you will go to the camp of the Ministry of War? Do you know that numerous powerful figures and over three million permanent crack troops are there…Are you going to turn yourself in?”
“Of course not,” Zhang Ruochen said lightly. “Now that I’ve come to Central Yuan County, I have to do something. Otherwise, how could the Ancient Race of Prison Guardians know that I’m here?”
