Fierce Tiger Descends the Mountain

The Limitless Sword Dao could not be considered an especially good transcendent art; it was only average. After all, each point addition only granted 1,200 points of vitality and blood. Better transcendent arts should already approach the lower-tier Forbidden Techniques—for instance, the Azure Emperor Longevity Art granted two or three thousand points of vitality and blood with each addition.

But even so, the Limitless Sword Dao was still transcendent!

Yet a single layer of the Prajna Dragon Elephant was nearly twice as strong as the Limitless Sword Dao at great perfection. Seen this way, even compared to the top-tier arts among transcendent techniques, one layer of the Prajna Dragon Elephant could stand toe-to-toe with them.

Then what realm would the eighteen-layer Prajna Dragon Elephant reach?

Lu Wangchuan hardly dared to imagine it.

"This time, I chose the right technique!"

Without hesitation, Lu Wangchuan once again entered a long and tedious period of cultivation.

Every layer the Prajna Dragon Elephant rose granted nearly a hundred thousand jin of strength, and as his cultivation increased, it would also raise the power unleashed by each individual layer. In the future, it might even reach 110,000 or 120,000 jin. Though it was only a Forbidden Technique, it too had its limits.

But for now, within the Celestial Human Realm, it was absolutely among the very best!

Within Still Water Peak, Yun Mengyao was cultivating in her Cave Dwelling when a figure quietly arrived. Gazing at her exquisite face, his eyes could not help but reveal a trace of infatuation.

Sensing his presence, Yun Mengyao slowly opened her eyes.

"Mengyao."

Yun Mengyao raised a brow slightly.

"Li Tianxiang, I've told you many times already. I don't want anyone disturbing me while I'm cultivating."

Li Tianxiang immediately apologized.

"Sorry. I just came out of seclusion, and I missed you too much."

Yun Mengyao let out a soft sigh.

"I'm not worth your treating me this way. You are the grandson of the Divine Water Sect's Second Elder, with a boundless future ahead of you. As for me, I'm merely a woman who will stop at nothing. You truly don't need to waste your feelings on me."

Li Tianxiang's gaze was resolute.

"I don't care how others see you. I've seen all your hard work and ambition. Lu Xianyuan lacks the strength; letting him occupy those resources is nothing but waste. Only in your hands will Still Water Peak's allocation of resources not go to waste."

"Enough of that. What exactly did you come to see me for? Don't tell me you only came to look at me."

"I heard from my grandfather that Lu Xianyuan's disciple entered the Divine Water Sect, and that his aptitude might even be stronger than yours? You only broke through to the Dantian Realm at nineteen, while he reached the Dantian Realm at eighteen."

"That's right. But whether someone is a genius cannot be judged solely by how quickly they advance through the Physical Body Realm. The Physical Body Realm does not demand much talent. With good techniques and pills, one can also break through to the Dantian Realm ahead of time.

"To truly judge talent, one must look at when they break through the Celestial Human Realm. Many people reach the Dantian Realm in their teens, yet don't break through to the Celestial Human Realm until their thirties or forties, do they?"

"But he remains a threat. Should I find some people and strike first, snuffing him out in the cradle?"

"There's no need."

Yun Mengyao shook her head.

"In two months, it will be the Sect Grand Ceremony. He made wild claims before the sect disciples that he would avenge Lu Xianyuan and seize Still Water Peak back from me.

"As long as I provoke him with a few words, he will surely take the stage to challenge me. Then his death will come. I will personally end him and make Lu Xianyuan give up completely. Otherwise, there will be a second Lu Wangchuan, a third Lu Wangchuan..."

"We should have dealt with Lu Xianyuan directly back then. It would have spared us today's trouble."

Yun Mengyao looked beyond the Cave Dwelling, her eyes carrying a complicated expression.

Seeing that Yun Mengyao was somewhat unhappy, Li Tianxiang immediately changed the subject. Smiling, he took out a pill from his robes.

"Mengyao, this is a Dragon Spirit Pill my grandfather just gave me. It was refined from spirit beasts carrying dragon bloodlines. It is a great tonic and will greatly benefit your cultivation. It might even allow you to successfully break through to the Transforming Sea Realm! Hurry and take it."

"Li Tianxiang, don't be like this. You've given me too much already. I can't repay you."

"I never intended for you to repay me. I gave all this to you willingly."

Time flashed by, and more than a month passed in the blink of an eye. Throughout that month, Lu Wangchuan never stepped outside, spending it as he always did in cultivation.

At last, after more than a month, he had accumulated over 7,000 points of vitality and blood. Added to the more than 2,000 points he had before, he now had exactly 10,000.

"I can raise the Prajna Dragon Elephant by another layer."

Lu Wangchuan drew a deep breath and immediately activated the Light Screen to add points.

A searing sensation once again swept through his entire body, making his vitality and blood boil without end. Two hours later, the Prajna Dragon Elephant officially entered its second layer.

Lu Wangchuan only felt as though an incomparably powerful force was coursing through his body, rubbing against his meridians and blood vessels and producing waves of dragon roars and elephant trumpets, its momentum vast and majestic.

"My cultivation has increased by quite a bit again. If I fully unleash the two layers of the Prajna Dragon Elephant now, the power I can erupt with should be at least close to 210,000 jin!"

It was an unimaginable monstrous force. Tearing down a city barehanded would be as easy as taking something from one's pocket.

Just then, Lin Qingxue's voice suddenly rang out from outside.

"All Small Bamboo Peak disciples above the Source Opening Realm, gather at the Mountain Gate immediately!"

Lu Wangchuan raised his brow slightly. Though he did not know what had happened, he quickly followed.

Only when he arrived at the Mountain Gate did he discover that not only had Small Bamboo Peak's disciples gathered here, but the Peak Masters and disciples of several other peaks were present as well. Chen Qingquan was among them.

Lu Wangchuan came to his side and took his place in formation, asking quietly:

"What happened?"

"A group of our fellow disciples from the Divine Water Sect have been surrounded by people from the Heavenly Martial Sect. The sect received their signal and has urgently assembled forces to rescue them."

"Now I understand."

After the Peak Masters briefly explained the orders, they led everyone swiftly toward the rescue site.

Lu Wangchuan followed along unhurriedly. Far from looking overly grim, everyone seemed somewhat excited. After all, emergency missions came with high contribution point rewards.

Having been in the sect for over a year, Lu Wangchuan had finally come to fully understand the dealings among the major sects.

In the past, the Da Qian imperial clan had still been powerful, so the major sects had no choice but to lie low and build their strength. But now, the Da Qian imperial clan had fallen into decline. For several generations, no truly powerful emperor had emerged, and its strength had deteriorated severely.

If the major sects wanted to grow, they had to expand their territories in order to gain more resources—people, ironware, spiritual medicine, and so on. Only with more people could they better select gifted geniuses with powerful bloodlines and cultivate more experts.

Thus, they began fighting over territory, nurturing their own forces to take root in and control the mortal world.

That was also why the common people lived such miserable lives, yet not a single power stepped forward. Every force had taken part in exploiting them.

To them, ordinary commoners were no different from locusts and grass—worthless, nothing more than breeding machines that supplied talent.

In a world where the weak were prey to the strong, the strong ruled. Those at the bottom had no right whatsoever to decide their own fates.

Lu Wangchuan had no right to condemn this world's cruelty, because he too was now part of the upper ranks of the food chain.

Weakness was the original sin.

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