Cultivating the Nine-Turn Strength Art, Absorbing Laws into the Body

"Of course we'll fight, but exactly how we fight needs to be discussed carefully."

"Since you know we won't win, little sister, why do we still have to fight?"

Shebishi asked in confusion.

"Brother, what do you think the Witch Clan's reputation in the Primordial World is like?"

"Hot-blooded, impulsive, and warlike?"

"That's right. If we don't stir up trouble, those people will definitely grow suspicious. So this battle must be fought."

"Then arrange it, little sister. However you say we fight, that's how we'll fight."

Dijiang spoke, directly handing command of the war over to Houtu.

"Mm."

After leaving the Houtu Tribe, Lu Chen did not return to Kunlun Mountain. Instead, he headed for First Sun Mountain.

First Sun Mountain nurtured the Kongtong Seal, and the mountain itself was a blessed land and heavenly grotto, rich in spiritual energy.

"Houtu really is generous!"

After fully digesting the scripture Houtu had given him, Lu Chen sighed with emotion, a complicated glint appearing in his eyes.

He had only just repaid the debt of her gifted treasure, and now he owed her again for gifting him a cultivation art.

Although Houtu had called it a token of thanks, he had gone there to repay karma in the first place. Naturally, this cultivation art could not be regarded as a mere gift of thanks. It was another enormous karmic debt.

After all, the Nine-Turn Strength Art was the Witch Clan's clan-defending cultivation art. He had coveted it for a long time, yet had never known how to obtain it from the Witch Clan.

"Forget it. I know of a great opportunity related to Houtu anyway. In the future, I'll give her a few pointers and help her establish the Six Paths and found the Underworld sooner. That can serve as repayment."

Lu Chen stopped dwelling on other matters and immersed his mind in comprehending the Nine-Turn Strength Art.

"No wonder the Ancestral Witches possess not only such formidable bodies, but also such profound comprehension of Laws."

After fully comprehending the Nine-Turn Strength Art, Lu Chen voiced the emotion in his heart.

That nonsense about Ancestral Witches tempering their bodies with Killing Intent was all a lie!

Perhaps when the Ancestral Witches were born, they had been tainted by Killing Intent, causing their Primordial Spirits and fleshly bodies to merge as one. High Witches might indeed have always used Killing Intent to temper their bodies, but how much Killing Intent would Ancestral Witches at the Quasi-Saint level require to sustain their cultivation?

And there were not just one of them, but twelve in total.

Killing Intent was not inexhaustible. If it were continuously supplied for the Witch Clan's cultivation, then no matter how abundant it was, it would one day be drained dry. What truly supported their cultivation was the power of Laws. While comprehending Laws, they used the power of Laws to temper themselves, seeking to forge their bodies into vessels capable of containing Laws within.

Just imagine it—how powerful would a body need to be to contain an entire Dao within itself? How many long years of tempering would it take to achieve that?

Even an Ancestral Witch's body, capable of directly contending against top-grade innate spirit treasures, was still insufficient to bear an entire Dao.

A Primordial Supreme Treasure—or something even beyond a Primordial Supreme Treasure?

It had to be said that whether it was the inheritance of the Primordial Spirit or the inheritance of the fleshly body left behind by Pangu, the harsh cultivation requirements alone were enough to dissuade ninety-nine percent of people.

The foundational entry requirement for the Nine-Turn Strength Art was for one's physical body to possess at least the strength of a Great Luo, while also comprehending at least ten percent of a Law. Only a Great Luo body could barely withstand the most basic ten percent of a Law entering the body without being destroyed by the Law's power.

It had to be said that this suited the Witch Clan perfectly. They were born able to cultivate only their physical bodies, and each was born wielding a Law. As long as they continuously strengthened their bodies, they could improve their use of Laws. Once a Law was fully absorbed into their bodies, it would be the moment the Ancestral Witches attained the Dao.

"I have spiritual energy tempering my body and Martial Dao as my foundation. I should have reached the threshold for entry."

As Lu Chen thought this, he cautiously drew a thread of Devouring Law into his body.

The instant the power of Devouring entered his body, it displayed its overbearing might, directly beginning to devour Lu Chen's flesh and blood.

Lu Chen immediately circulated the Nine-Turn Strength Art and forcefully refined it.

After Lu Chen finished refining it, he drew in another thread.

Again and again, the cycle repeated.

Lu Chen grew increasingly proficient in operating the Nine-Turn Strength Art, until it could even be said that he wielded it as easily as his own limbs.

Once he had refined slightly more than ten percent of the Devouring Law, Lu Chen stopped.

"Let's see if I can absorb Destruction, Thunder, and Sword Dao into my body as well."

He acted as soon as he said it.

Lu Chen immediately began trying. With prior experience, he became increasingly bold.

Ten percent of Destruction Law—refined in an instant.

Ten percent of Thunder Law—refined in an instant.

Five percent of Sword Dao Law—refined in an instant.

"With the Nine-Turn Strength Art as a foundation, the path to attaining the Dao that I've repeatedly deduced in my heart finally has a sliver of hope of success."

Lu Chen slowly opened his eyes. Brilliant light flickered within his pupils as gray, purple, and black intertwined, deep and powerful.

With a blink, Lu Chen's eyes returned to their faint black color.

"Another thousand years have passed in this seclusion. The Heavenly Court's banquet is about to begin. I should return to Kunlun Mountain and make preparations..."

Lu Chen muttered to himself, then rose and transformed into a streak of lightning, darting toward Kunlun Mountain.

After refining ten percent of Laws into his body, he felt that his control over Laws had greatly improved. That ten percent of Law could truly be wielded as easily as his own limbs. Transforming into lightning to travel was precisely an application of that ten percent of Thunder Law.

His speed increased severalfold.

"Eldest Brother, you're finally back!"

The moment Lu Chen set foot atop Kunlun Mountain, Duobao came charging over with his great belly, like a cannonball of flesh.

"What happened?"

A trace of doubt appeared in Lu Chen's eyes. He released his spiritual sense to investigate, and his expression darkened slightly.

"The junior brothers and sisters have been bullied."

"Eldest Brother, it's all my fault. I failed to protect the junior brothers and sisters."

Duobao ran to Lu Chen's side, his face full of self-reproach as he tearfully complained.

"Tell me everything that happened after I left."

"Mm-hmm."

Duobao vividly described the entire matter.

Lu Chen understood the cause and effect. The Jie Sect disciples had once again come into conflict with those from the Chan Sect, and the root of the dispute was those cave abodes.

With their cave abodes having been seized, this sort of conflict between disciples was not something they could bring themselves to trouble Tongtian over.

A cold light flashed in Lu Chen's eyes. "Our Jie Sect's belongings are not so easy to take."

"Go call Jin Ling and the other disciples whose cave abodes were taken."

"You can all come out now."

Duobao nodded and clapped his hands.

Jin Ling, Wudang, Guiling, the Three Xiao Sisters, the Four Saints of Kowloon Island, Zhao Gongming, and Wuyun Immortal emerged from Duobao's cave abode.

"You..."

Feeling Lu Chen's gaze, Duobao awkwardly explained, "Eldest Brother, they've all been cultivating inside my cave abode these past days."

"Let's go."

The first stop was Jin Ling's cave abode.

Lu Chen had no habit of offering courtesy before resorting to force. The other party had already ridden roughshod over their heads, so there was no need for anything but action.

He threw a punch, shattering the defensive formation surrounding the cave abode.

"Lu Chen, you disturb my cultivation without cause. Do you truly think I am made of clay?"

An angry shout rang out as Ran Deng flew out from the cave abode, staring at Lu Chen with a gloomy face.

Lu Chen had no interest in trading words with Ran Deng. He simply threw another punch.

Seeing Lu Chen attack without a word, Ran Deng was both shocked and furious. Yet he did not dare be careless in the slightest, hurriedly producing the Qiankun Ruler.

Clang!

A crisp collision rang out.