Saints Beg Me Not to Show Off

Because just now, he discovered that although the Zhu Rong before him had been severely wounded, it wasn't quite as he had imagined.

At the early Mythical Heavenly Immortal stage, he could slay the Late Grand Unity Kunpeng with a single strike. Now that he had broken through to the mid Mythical Heavenly Immortal stage, logically speaking, even though this finger strike only used seventy percent of his power, Zhu Rong should have been grievously wounded to the point of death.

Yet the moment that finger touched, Ao Chen realized that the damage he had inflicted on Zhu Rong wasn't as high as he had expected.

And indeed it was so. Zhu Rong crashed into the cliff wall for only a few breaths before charging back over.

"Again."

Zhu Rong roared, his blood energy soaring straight into the heavens, vast Sha Qi and blood energy interweaving, making him like an Ancient Demon God.

"Interesting. There's actually a trace of the Indestructible Trait contained within your flesh, and this kind of recovery ability..."

Ao Chen let out a soft exclamation, suddenly intrigued.

Then, instead of circulating his magical power, he lifted his leg and strode forward in large steps.

He formed a fist seal with his hands and threw a punch just as purely.

Chapter 26: The Immortal Body of the Wu Clan, the Pure Zhu Rong

This time, Ao Chen did not use any divine abilities, nor did he circulate magical power. He simply threw a punch with his bare flesh.

Although the Mythical Grand Unity Method did not emphasize tempering the physical body, since he had opened up the Starry River World within himself, his physical strength naturally increased.

This punch, seemingly that of a Heavenly Immortal's body, was in truth an entire great world hurtling toward Zhu Rong.

The reason he did this was that Zhu Rong's extraordinary flesh had piqued Ao Chen's interest, and he wanted to test it personally.

The Immortal Body was, after all, a trait that a Mythical True Immortal should possess. He had sensed a similar aura from Zhu Rong, and thus wished to test it firsthand.

After all, he had already completed the most critical step of the Mythical Heavenly Immortal Realm. What remained was merely filling in magical power—a matter of grinding effort not worth his excessive concern. It was time to lay some groundwork for what came next.

Boom~

Their fists collided.

The terrifying sound, like the thunderclap of chaos first opening, exploded within this hidden valley!

The pure collision of physical strength stirred up a destructive energy storm far surpassing that of ordinary divine ability clashes!

Within Ao Chen's seemingly unremarkable frame was stored the boundless might of the Starry River World's operation, now fully concentrated on his fist edge!

And Zhu Rong, as an Ancestor Witch born from Pangu's essence blood, possessed a body that was synonymous with strength and resilience in the Primordial World. With one punch, it seemed he could punch a hole straight through the heavens!

There were no dazzling divine ability lights, no profound clashing of laws—only the collision of fist against flesh!

Each impact erupted with a terrifying sound like a star shattering, along with destructive waves of residual force!

The more Ao Chen fought, the more excited he became. With every collision, countless inspirations surged forth, and his understanding of the Wu Clan's physical body grew ever clearer.

Zhu Rong's body was simply a perfect fortress of strength. Its toughness surpassed imagination, and its recovery ability was monstrous!

Even when hit head-on by Ao Chen's fist, which contained World Power, he only suffered a surge of blood energy before recovering as if nothing had happened in the blink of an eye!

Moreover, from deep within Zhu Rong's flesh, Ao Chen clearly sensed a nearly immortal charm, as if it shared some mysterious connection with this Primordial Earth and Buzhou Mountain itself!

"So this is the root of the Wu Clan's physical strength? Resonating with heaven and earth, nearly immortal... It seems to share the same principle as the 'Immortal Body' concept in my True Immortal Chapter, yet it walks a different path..."

As he fought, Ao Chen used his Heaven-Defying Comprehension to frantically analyze the mysteries of Zhu Rong's body.

He absorbed and extracted the principles of power usage, body structure, energy circulation, and even that trace of "immortal" charm, bit by bit, verifying and integrating them into his own Mythical True Immortal Chapter!

While Ao Chen and Zhu Rong were locked in fierce battle deep within Buzhou Mountain.

At the other end of the Primordial World, beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, the Purple Cloud Palace opened once again.

A vast, ethereal Dao sound, surpassing all things, spread like a silent ripple across the entire Primordial World, ringing clearly in the hearts of every Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

—Dao Ancestor Hongjun's second sermon had begun!

In an instant, the entire Primordial World shook!

On Kunlun Mountain, the Three Pure Ones almost simultaneously opened their eyes. They exchanged a glance, then transformed into three streams of Pure Qi and shot into the sky.

On Mount Sumeru in the West, Jieyin and Zhunti wore expressions of suffering. Golden lotuses bloomed beneath their feet as they too turned into rainbow light and departed.

Within Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi put down the Book of Earth, called out to his friend Hongyun, and the two rode auspicious clouds together toward the heavens.

Deep in the Northern Sea, Kunpeng's eyes flashed with sharp light. His massive Kun fish form shifted, transforming into a roc that covered the sky, flapping its wings and soaring high.

Within the Sea of Blood, Old Ancestor Minghe put away his Yuantu and Abi swords, drove a Blood Cloud, and also headed toward the Purple Cloud Palace.

Inside Wa Huang Palace, Nuwa and Fuxi, brother and sister, nodded to each other and set off together...

In an instant, throughout the entire Primordial World, whether ancient recluses who had hidden from the world or rising talents who had just made their names, all set aside their affairs and converged at the fastest speed toward the Purple Cloud Palace beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens!

The Sages Preach the Dao—and the second sermon at that. Such a tremendous opportunity was something no one wished to miss!

The Purple Cloud Palace opened, and ten thousand immortals came to pay court.

But at this very moment, in the hidden valley of Buzhou Mountain.

The "sparring" between Ao Chen and Zhu Rong, as if forgotten by time, continued on.

Years flowed like water, clouds shifted like dogs—time's concept had long blurred for beings of their level.

This pure physical brawl had dragged on intermittently for centuries!

The valley had long since vanished, reduced to a chaotic ruin. The surrounding millions of miles of land had been flattened by the shockwaves of their battle!

Over these centuries, Ao Chen had gained an extremely profound understanding and insight into the Wu Clan's secret of the Immortal Body and how to integrate it into his own True Immortal chapter.

His gains were immense!

As for Zhu Rong, this dignified Flame Ancestor Witch, he was now bruised and battered, panting heavily. The look he shot at Ao Chen had shifted from initial blazing battle intent and wary uncertainty to deep fear and utter exasperation!

For these hundreds of years, he felt like he'd been sparring with a madman!

The other's power seemed inexhaustible, and his physical strength was still improving at an inconceivable rate!

What drove him most insane was that the other party didn't care about winning or losing at all—he just treated Zhu Rong as a living punching bag, a research subject!

That thirst for knowledge and combat in his eyes made him seem even more of a battle-crazed lunatic than Zhu Rong himself!

Zhu Rong swore he'd fought countless battles in his life, but never one so stifling, so exhausting, so utterly draining!

"No more! No more!"

Finally, after being sent flying by another punch from Ao Chen, crashing through half a mountain, Zhu Rong leaped up, waving his hands frantically, staring in terror at Ao Chen, who was charging again with renewed fighting spirit.

"Stop! Stop! Stop! I admit defeat! I'm scared of you, alright?"

Ao Chen's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, a hint of reluctance lingering.

He had gained much from Zhu Rong, but there were still things he hadn't fully seen through.

He considered simply capturing Zhu Rong for study, but given that this was Wu Clan territory, there were entirely other, more conciliatory approaches.

Thus, after a moment's thought, Ao Chen chose to hold back.

"Fellow Daoist wanted to spar—why stop after a mere few centuries?"

Ao Chen chuckled, deliberately provoking him.

Zhu Rong's face stiffened, awkwardness written all over it.

Looking at Zhu Rong now, Ao Chen couldn't help but notice that getting along with the Wu Clan, once familiar, wasn't so bad after all.

"Fellow Daoist, if you want to fight, you could come with me to the tribe."

"Let me tell you..."

In the following moments, as if struck by an idea, Zhu Rong launched into a rambling monologue.

Much of what he said made Ao Chen feel both amused and exasperated.

Still, after listening, Ao Chen roughly understood Zhu Rong's intent—he was inviting him to the tribe.

The reason was simple: there was no reason.

Yes, no reason.

The Wu Clan were straightforward folk—or rather, ordinary Ancestor Witches, when interests weren't at stake, had very simple minds.

Seeing that Ao Chen didn't use magic power but instead fought him in close-quarters physical combat, Zhu Rong took him for an upright and honorable man, someone who suited his taste.

Coupled with Ao Chen's extraordinary physique, which had earned his respect, he thought to invite Ao Chen to the tribe for a chat.

Ao Chen naturally wouldn't refuse.

He had been pondering how to get into the Wu Clan tribe to continue studying the secret of the Immortal Body; Zhu Rong's offer was like a pillow arriving just as drowsiness set in.

"It is my long-cherished wish; I dare not presume to ask."

Ao Chen smiled lightly, raising his hand in a gesture for Zhu Rong to lead the way.

Zhu Rong's face lit up with joy, and he quickly extended his hand to guide the path.

"Fellow Daoist, this way."