Under Heaven's Number One Demonic School

Wang Chong returned to his own room in the twilight, silently pondering the Vajra Prajna Palm mental cultivation while leafing through his leg wrappings, only to feel that this supreme art of the Green Mountain Sect in the Western Regions seemed to have obstacles deliberately set by someone, making it impossible for people to master it easily. He secretly thought: The esoteric essence of the Vajra Prajna Palm is nothing more than cultivating matchless, fierce and stout internal Qi, and then driving thirteen layers of palm force in one breath using the unique mental cultivation.

If I progress step by step to cultivate this palm technique, I am afraid it will be hard to achieve any real advancement in a short time, but what if I change my train of thought and drive it directly with the Nine-Headed Dragon King Aspect? Wouldn't that be a success in a single step?

The internal Qi cultivated by the Nine-Headed Dragon King Aspect is sufficiently fierce and stout, and this supreme Buddhist divine art itself trains internal Qi into nine streams, each stream like a dragon. Relying on the foundation of the Nine-Headed Dragon King Aspect, although I cannot drive thirteen layers of palm force in one breath, nine layers of palm force present no obstacle. Even if it is not yet reaching the pinnacle of perfection, it is still much stronger than Tie Mole.

Wang Chong weighed all sorts of details and felt that his reasoning was not wrong, so he followed the method of the Vajra Prajna Palm and quietly circulated the supreme Buddhist Chan cultivation of the Nine-Headed Dragon King Aspect. Just as he was about to try pushing out a palm, he suddenly remembered the matter of collapsing someone's house at Li Qingge's Daoist temple, hurriedly reined in his palm force, and drifted out of the courtyard.

He searched a circle within Pengshan County and found no suitable venue either, so he could only leave Pengshan County, gallop out more than ten miles, and find a patch of mountain forest.

Wang Chong now had no scruples. Circulating the Nine-Headed Dragon King Aspect, with profound, heavy, grand and vast matchless internal Qi, he slashed out with a single Vajra Prajna Palm that struck dead center on a nearby large tree, blasting a bowl-thick large tree straight at the waist into two segments. At the spot struck, the trunk was utterly shattered into inch-long powder.

The nine layers of palm force he anticipated only had time to produce a single layer, and he could not help feeling quite empty. He hurriedly changed to another large tree and struck out with a palm once more. This time his application of force was slightly slower, reserving three parts of his strength, and the palm Qi was blazing fiercely, instantly beating a charred palm print onto the tree trunk. When a mountain gale blew, the entire tree suddenly spewed flames from within and burned violently.

Wang Chong was extremely stunned, and trembled as he said: "Why has a Buddhist palm technique that was originally fine become so demonic after being driven by the Nine-Headed Dragon King Aspect?"

"Does the Nine-Headed Dragon King Aspect divine art have a major problem, or is there something strange about the Vajra Prajna Palm?"

"Hmph, it's also possible that the Buddhism of this world is just not authentic."

Wang Chong was shaken to the extreme and could not help being somewhat dazed, until the flames of the big tree began to spread to the surroundings. He was a modern person and knew that once a mountain fire started it would be a disaster, so he struck out in succession with several palms, wanting to extinguish the flames. That ravaged big tree, having endured the test of such majestic and fierce palm force, rustled and shook its branches before crashing down heavily, slamming onto the ground where it shattered into inch-long pieces with inner charring and faint embers, presenting an extremely bizarre state.

After a long while, Wang Chong breathed out a little, suppressing his terror. Quietly circulating the Nine-Headed Dragon King Aspect, he tried it several more times and gradually groped out the knack. If he struck with all his strength, he could only emit a single fierce and peerless palm force closely resembling the Vajra Prajna Palm Qi. If he applied force slightly slower, he could successively urge nine layers of palm force, except that the palm forces overlapped back and forth, extremely scorching and fierce, naturally carrying a surge of burning fire Qi that was completely distinct from the Vajra Prajna Palm, making them seem like two different martial arts.

Wang Chong could not make head or tail of it either. The Nine-Headed Dragon King Aspect possessed grand righteousness, and the Vajra Prajna Palm was also a Buddhist divine art. Both martial arts were extremely proper, so how could their combination produce bizarre changes and become so demonic?

He spent the entire night struggling to ponder what on earth was going on with the combination of these two martial arts.

This patch of mountain forest suffered terribly, having twenty-eight large trees snapped off by his successive palm strikes. Tossed about until near dawn, Wang Chong had already learned to use the "Vajra Prajna Palm" with ease, only this palm force didn't resemble the martial arts of the Western Regions Green Mountain Sect no matter what. Either he struck with all his strength and it was utterly ordinary, or he successively urged nine layers of palm force that could spawn extremely fierce fire Qi. He did not yet know what it would do hitting a person, but hitting big trees could generate raging flames, which was truly marvelous.

As the sky grew bright, Wang Chong stopped his hands and was about to return to Pengshan County when he heard the sound of horse hooves. He wanted to avoid them, but the surrounding large trees had already all been beaten down, forcing him to face two horsemen. These two horsemen kept talking on their horses, one crying and weeping with grief, the other filled with righteous indignation and words of encouragement. Both were females, and both had long since seen Wang Chong. One of them felt slight pleasant surprise and called out: "Why, it's Young Master Wang!" The other's eyes widened instead, pointing at Wang Chong with trembling fingers as the word "scoundrel" was about to slip out.

Wang Chong never expected that he would actually run into Nan Xinlan and Tie Mingzhu. Out of reflex, he took the folding fan from his sleeve and flicked it gently, wanting to cover his face, but how could it still be in time? He sighed in his heart and secretly thought: I originally wanted to be a good person, but alas, this world forces people to act like ghosts!

Nan Xinlan did not feel much, but in a split second every hair on Tie Mingzhu's body stood on end. Seven or eight thoughts spun through her mind, and she instantly understood that even if she and Nan Xinlan joined forces, they were definitely no match for this scoundrel. If the two sisters fell into the hands of this scoundrel, they would inevitably suffer humiliation together. Yet Wang Chong's bizarre behavior last time had let her off quite easily; if she feigned not recognizing this scoundrel, might there not still be a chance!

The eldest miss of the Iron Pear Mountain Manor was truly not a stupid person. Almost immediately, she called out: "Why, it's Young Master Wang, what a pleasant meeting."

Wang Chong shook his folding fan and said with a smiling chuckle: "Good thing it's not a misunderstanding."

Nan Xinlan had originally been extremely upset, but seeing Wang Chong-after all, he was the "benevolent benefactor" who helped her exact vengeance, though Nan Xinlan did not know that Wang Chong had also saved her once-she still curtsied slightly and said: "Many thanks to Young Master Wang for stepping forth with righteousness regarding the matter last time."

Wang Chong thought to himself: Which time is that?

The reason he wore a mask when saving people and also made Sun Mingke wear a mask was precisely for fear of being recognized by Nan Xinlan, handing over his identity secret to a stranger for no reason at all, which would be simply stupid beyond compare.

Wang Chong secretly observed, and seeing that Nan Xinlan did not appear particularly close, he breathed a sigh of relief and secretly thought: She should only know about that business with Sun Yanqi, and not that time with Zhou Shaliang. He cupped his fists slightly and said: "I didn't do much, it was merely happening to meet by chance."

Tie Mingzhu did not know that Nan Xinlan had killed Sun Yanqi, and Nan Xinlan did not dare to spread this matter either, given that there were too many entanglements involved. She merely felt that her good friend and Wang Chong were somewhat peculiar with each other, and she secretly thought: Could it be that Newlan being abducted by the White Chrysanthemum is actually true? And that she was abducted by this White Chrysanthemum?

Terrible, could it be that after Newlan lost her chastity to this scoundrel, she has developed some improper sentiments toward him?

In his heart, Wang Chong was also pondering: Nan Xinlan is an innocent person and should not be wantonly killed. But Tie Mingzhu was once abducted by me-although she certainly doesn't want people to know she once fell into the hands of a scoundrel and was even played with in a binding play overnight inside a desolate mountain temple-there is no guarantee she won't act like a desperate shrew. I must think of a method to separate the two of them, kill this female without a sound, and then pin the blame on the White Chrysanthemum.

...Wang Chong: The Thirty-Two Aspects Divine Transformation Cultivation Root Sutra is a bit demonic...

...Thirty-Two Aspects Divine Transformation Cultivation Root Sutra: That's because you don't know how to use it! If you knew how to use it, I wouldn't just be a bit demonic, I'd be Under Heaven's Number One Demonic School...

...Correct Explanation of the Four Marks: Who is blowing hot air over there...

...White Chrysanthemum: Bah, bah, bah...

...Tie Mingzhu: I swear to lock horns with this scoundrel to the bitter end...