ebookslot Chapter 50 A First Glimpse of the Threshold of a Prodigy
Chapter 50 A First Glimpse of the Threshold of a Prodigy
The air in the secluded room of Tingfeng Pavilion was heavy as lead.
Wang Dao slowly rose to his feet, his bones cracking like popping beans, as if thunder was coursing through his body.
The seven Dragon Blood Body-Tempering Pills possessed an unparalleled and domineering medicinal power, tempering his physical body into something like divine iron, with terrifying power that could change the very landscape lurking beneath every inch of his skin.
"Zheng—"
A clear, melodious sword cry resounded from deep within his body.
The Dragon Abyss Sword, which had been dormant in the sea of qi, was now like a greedy black dragon, devouring Wang Dao's blood and qi, which were as thick as mercury syrup.
In return, an extremely sharp sword aura flowed back into his body, cleansing his skin, muscles, and bones once again, endowing his physical body with a sharp attribute capable of cutting through metal.
If we had to divert a massive amount of vital energy to nourish this bottomless pit of an ancestor, the source points on the panel would probably double again after twenty days of arduous cultivation.
"You can't have your cake and eat it too."
As Wang Dao felt the indestructible defense within his body and the profound connection between man and sword, the slight pang of heartache for the source point instantly vanished.
Although the "Sword Nurturing Technique" is extremely expensive, the resulting increase in combat power is real and substantial.
"call!"
Wang Dao casually threw a punch.
Without using any martial arts techniques, relying solely on pure physical strength, the air was instantly shattered, producing a deafening airburst sound. The fist wind was like a knife, leaving a fist imprint three zhang deep on the hard stone wall.
"With this punch, an ordinary cultivator at the Divine Travel Realm would probably be turned into mincemeat on the spot."
Wang Dao stood with his fist clenched, a wild and fierce glint flashing in his eyes.
He took a deep breath, his mind like a knife, and slashed fiercely at the semi-transparent panel floating in his field of vision.
"Of the three thousand great paths, I alone reign supreme! Add points!"
"boom!"
The 300 accumulated source points were instantly cleared, transforming into a vast and boundless warm current that frantically poured into the runes of "Nine Transformations of Fish and Dragon".
The text on the panel began to jump wildly, blur, and recombine.
[A Transformation from Novice to Expert]
[A Transformation from Fish to Dragon: From Beginner to Minor Mastery]
[A Transformation from Fish to Dragon: From Minor Success to Major Success]
In an instant, Wang Dao felt his mind explode, and countless insights about the transformation of fish and dragons and the leap of life surged in like a tide.
He seemed to transform into a koi carp swimming upstream in a great river, enduring hundreds of years of wind and rain, crashing against the Dragon Gate time and time again, and transforming himself on the edge of life and death time and time again.
Those once obscure and difficult-to-understand scriptures are now as clear as lines on the palm of your hand.
As his understanding deepened, a mysterious power surged from the depths of his soul, instantly cleansing his entire body.
That feeling was like a thick layer of dust covering one's soul being wiped away by an invisible hand.
Wang Dao suddenly opened his eyes, and the whole world looked completely different to him.
What was originally an ordinary secret room was now filled with countless details in his eyes.
The dust particles floating in the air, the trajectory of light refraction, even the rhythm of the breeze rustling the leaves in the distance... everything becomes incredibly clear and incredibly vivid.
He looked at the panel and saw that the words after the 【Bestowed Talents】 section had changed drastically.
[Talent]: Ordinary → Prodigy
Wang Dao took a deep breath and felt that the air was sweeter than before, as if the whole world was opening its arms to him. The spiritual energy that had previously ignored him had become exceptionally affectionate.
"Is this... the world of geniuses?"
Wang Dao clenched his fist, a carefree smile curving his lips.
"This feeling isn't bad."
Inside the sealed room, the wind from the punches surged.
Wang Dao moved with great speed and power, each move a masterful display of the "Giant Spirit Carrying the Mountain Fist."
In the past, when I practiced this set of boxing, although it was incredibly powerful and heavy, I always felt that it lacked a bit of agility, as if there was an impenetrable veil between us, which was the barrier to the realm of perfection.
But now, things are different.
As the punches unfolded, Wang Dao felt as if his usual rigid moves had been infused with a soul, and the previously stiff transitions were now as smooth as flowing water.
At the end of that fist intent, a simple and heavy gate, exuding a harmonious Taoist charm, vaguely appeared.
That is the perfect state of the "Giant Spirit Carrying the Mountain Fist"!
Although the door was still tightly closed, even too heavy to be moved, compared to the despair of being completely in the dark before, at least they had obtained an admission ticket.
"call!"
Wang Dao withdrew his fist, exhaled a long breath, and struck the stone slab with a white mark.
[Ding! Giant Spirit Mountain-Carrying Fist practice completed once, Source Points +1]
Looking at the remaining 62 source points on the panel, Wang Dao felt reassured, turned around, pushed open the door, and headed straight for the armory behind Tingfeng Pavilion.
Although the Giant Spirit Mountain-Carrying Fist is fierce, it is the signature martial art of the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion. Once used in the Ten Thousand Mountains, one's identity will be immediately exposed.
He went there intending to take advantage of the chaos and make a fortune by sneaking around. If he were to use the name of the seventh young master of the Prince's Mansion, how could he possibly carry out such a dirty trick?
Moreover, with his current genius-level talent, plus the special effect of [Fist Dao Lv1], it wouldn't be difficult for him to learn a new fist technique by analogy.
……
Under the old pine tree in front of the armory.
As if sensing something, Wu Kuangren, who was lying in a rocking chair basking in the sun, suddenly opened his eyes, and two sharp beams of light pierced towards Wang Dao, who was walking towards him.
The old man's gaze swept over Wang Dao, as if he were looking at a peerless gem, clicking his tongue in amazement:
"Strange! How did you train your physique like that? You were already at the peak of the Dragon Spine Realm, with no way to advance further, but in just twenty days, your aura has condensed by more than 30%? You're practically a little monster."
Wang Dao grinned, offered no explanation, and directly stated his purpose.
"You want to learn a new style of boxing? And it has to be the kind where the moves are unpredictable, it's powerful, and easy to learn?"
The Martial Madman stroked his messy stubble, pondered for a moment, then got up and walked into the dimly lit armory.
A moment later, he casually tossed over an ancient book that had a dark red sheen and seemed to be still slightly warm.
"Here you go, 'Burning Heaven Crimson Fist'."
Wang Dao reached out and caught it, and immediately felt a burning sensation in his palm.
The Martial Arts Madman lay back in his rocking chair and said casually:
"This style of boxing is fierce and violent, requiring a high level of qi and blood. Ordinary people who practice it are likely to burn themselves into a dried corpse, so few people practice it."
"But your blood and energy are just like a wild dragon's, which is perfect for you."
"And the biggest advantage of this fist technique..."
The old man paused, revealing a set of slightly yellow teeth, and smiled meaningfully:
"The fist's power carries its own high temperature and fiery energy. With one punch, the enemy is not even left with ashes. It is the perfect tool for destroying corpses and eliminating traces."
Wang Dao's eyelids twitched, and he looked at his master with a strange gaze:
"Old man, judging from your practiced tone, you must have done your fair share of murder, robbery, and cover-up crimes when you were young, right?"
The Martial Madman rolled his eyes, pulled out a wine flask from his robes, took a swig, and snorted:
"What do you know, brat? This is called the dangers of the world, it's better to be prepared."
"When you're out in the world, if you don't keep a few tricks up your sleeve, you'll be eaten alive sooner or later."
Then Wu Kuangren tossed a small bottle to Wang Dao and said no more, continuing to lie there pretending to be dead.
Wang Dao rolled his eyes, turned around, waved his hand, and slowly left. Wu Kuangren watched Wang Dao's gradually disappearing figure, and a ripple of emotion stirred in his heart.
"There are always treacherous subjects trying to harm me. Do you think it's easy for me to find a successor?"
"Young man, now that you've inherited my legacy, anyone who tries to trick you will have to get past me first."
A murderous glint flashed in Wu Kuangren's eyes. His not-so-tall back appeared so imposing at this moment.