Cao Youqian: What I Lost Was a Pair of Tyrant Fists

Desolate Ancient City, royal court.

Inside the Primordial Chaos Hall, Ye Beixuan slowly opened his eyes, murmuring, "Finally, I've refined this Pseudo Primordial Chaos Mirror."

With the experience from his previous life, and the fact that he had also cultivated the Primordial Chaos Creation Art, he was able to refine the Primordial Chaos Mirror, which originally would have taken a year to complete, in just three months.

After making a sigh, he continued his cultivation. After refining the Primordial Chaos Mirror, the Primordial Chaos purple qi contained within it could help him break through to the next realm.

Moreover, he had a vague feeling that he could unlock the secrets within the Pseudo Primordial Chaos Mirror in this lifetime.

Ye Beixuan continuously absorbed the Primordial Chaos purple qi within the Primordial Chaos Mirror in order to break through his cultivation realm.

At the same time, within the Nether River, Cao Youqian suddenly opened his eyes, muttering, "Finally, I've broken through."

He cultivated here for only a few months, and by using the Yin energy in the Nether River to temper his body, his strength reached a new level.

Cao Youqian was thinking of throwing a punch to see if his strength had increased, but then he heard an old voice in his ear.

"Young man, did you lose some treasure while entering the Nether River?"

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Cao Youqian, with a black man's expression on his face, turned his head to look in the direction from which the sound came.

There stood an old man with White Beard, looking at him with an extremely resentful gaze.

That little expression made it seem as if she had seduced him and then abandoned him.

"Grandpa, are you alright?"

"..."

White Beard was so angry he almost ballooned out of his soul, but he still gritted his teeth and asked, "Young man, did you lose some treasure when you entered the Nether River?"

Could this be some kind of opportunity within the Nether River?

A thought flashed through Cao Youqian's mind, and he said with a smile, "Senior, I lost a pair of fists."

Upon hearing the voice, White Beard's eyes lit up, and he pulled out two pairs of gauntlets from behind him. "Young brother, did you lose this pair of Saint Rank Netherworld Gauntlets, or this pair of Divine Rank World-Destroying Gauntlets?"

Cao Youqian shook his head. "No, what I lost was a pair of Tyrant Fist."

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The White Beard man stroked his beard and asked, "What kind of Tyrant Fist is it? Could you tell me about it?"

"To be honest, senior, what I practice is the Extreme Dao Divine Fist."

As Cao Youqian spoke, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and the mocking look in his eyes became increasingly obvious.

White Beard wasn't stupid; he could easily tell that this kid was making fun of him.

"Young man, I'll give you one more chance to rephrase your words."

Cao Youqian smiled and said, "Senior, I came to this Nether River to cultivate my Extreme Dao Divine Fist Intent to its greatest perfection. I wonder if you could lend me a hand?"

White Beard paused for a moment. "But the Saint Rank and Divine Rank gauntlets in my hands can allow you to unleash a punch of the Great Perfection."

Cao Youqian said in a serious tone, "Senior, a real man should fight with his fists, what kind of man uses boxing gloves? Where would that leave my title of Unrivaled Tyrant Fist?"

Hearing such domineering words, the White Beard couldn't help but look at the young man with new respect. He stroked his beard and said:

"Young man, you are the most selfless person I have ever met. I will now give you two choices. First, you can leave now, since you have already gained quite a bit of benefit from this Nether River. Second, you can use your fists to break through the Nether River and let me witness the splendor of the Unrivaled Tyrant Fist."

Upon hearing this, Cao Youqian subconsciously asked, "Senior, if I open the Nether River, will it allow me to achieve the Great Perfection of Fist Intent?"

The White Beard smiled and said, "Young man, I see that you are a body-refining cultivator. If you can open up this Nether River, not only will you be able to achieve the Great Perfection of Fist Intent, but you will also be able to take your body-refining technique to the next level. However, if you cannot persevere, you will suffer the torment of being devoured by ten thousand ghosts."

Upon hearing this, Cao Youqian subconsciously asked, "Senior, if I had taken those two pairs of gauntlets from you just now, I'm afraid I would have suffered the torment of being devoured by ten thousand ghosts, wouldn't I?"

"Hahaha..."

White Beard laughed heartily, "You're not entirely stupid, kid. That's true. You can make your choice now."

Cao Youqian patted his chest and said, "Senior, the fact that we met here means we are destined to meet. Since this is a test you have given me, I will give it a try. Perhaps I will gain something unexpected."

"You're really clever, kid."

White Beard gave him a thumbs up. "Young man, the trials in the Nether River will bring you unexpected rewards. Go!"

"Please begin the test, senior."

Cao Youqian his Fist Dao.

With a wave of his hand, the White Beard man created a powerful vortex that swept Cao Youqian into it.

After the whirlpool disappeared, countless souls appeared in the Nether River.

As soon as these souls saw Cao Youqian, they swarmed towards him like sardines.

Seeing this, Cao Youqian remained calm and threw a punch.

After a few punches.

The White Beard voice reached his ears. "Young man, don't just stand there. The souls in this Nether River are endless. Only by reaching the end can you pass the test."

Thank you for your guidance, senior.

As Cao Youqian spoke, he punched a way out, then strode forward with an air of indifference, as if he didn't care about anyone else.

Time passed day by day.

Cao Youqian did not stop his progress. He found that every time he destroyed a dead soul, his spiritual power would be replenished. In this constant battle, his cultivation level was gradually increasing.

This place is practically my own cultivation paradise!

Cao Youqian became more and more excited as he fought, leaving the White Beard watching from the sidelines dumbfounded.

He couldn't help but mutter, "This young man is simply a monster. I've spent countless years in the Nether River and have never seen such a monster. Even the Emperor's son of yesteryear paled in comparison. I really don't know how far this young man can go."

As Cao Youqian ventured deeper into the Nether River, the strength of the surrounding spirits grew increasingly powerful. However, the strength of his opponents did not frighten Cao Youqian; on the contrary, it excited him even more.

Is this the soul of the Dao Integration Realm cultivator?

After annihilating a soul, Cao Youqian murmured to himself, realizing he had forgotten how long he had been in the Nether River.

He didn't know which part of the Nether River he had reached, but he knew that his mastery of the fist technique had reached a new level, and he was only half a step away from the ultimate perfection of the Extreme Dao Fist Intent.

The Nether River is indeed a wonderful place.

In the instant Cao Youqian was distracted, dozens of ghosts pounced on him, engulfing him completely.

Rumble!

With a deafening roar, all the departed souls were blasted away.

Cao Youqian's clothes were riddled with holes, and teeth marks could be seen under each hole, but none of these teeth marks drew blood.

The spirits that had missed their chance earlier, instead of being frightened by this scene, continued to pounce on Cao Youqian...