The Benefits of Having Plenty of Blood, the Mechanism Weapon Soul

As soon as Chu Tianshu finished speaking, he soared into the air, using his lightness skill to lightly step through the sky. The wind whistled in his ears, and the scenery flew by beneath his feet.

In the blink of an eye, he had reached the outer city wall.

The soldiers guarding the city were pointing their long spears and halberds at the outside of the city, looking extremely tense, and for a moment they did not notice that there was another person next to them.

"Huh, so it wasn't a provocation after all?"

Chu Tianshu immediately noticed that the monk outside the city, radiating martial arts intent, was actually facing away from the city gate, intercepting a caravan.

Just as he reached the city wall, a sudden change occurred outside the city.

The carriage suddenly shook.

That tremor was quite something.

From the roof to the wheels, countless tiny wooden blocks, no bigger than a fingernail, were reassembled and deformed in this single tremor, like flowing clouds and water.

The carriage's interior had become like a large tortoise shell, completely disconnected from the horses pulling it.

The wheels had disappeared, and eight spider-like sharp legs extended from around the tortoise shell.

Its pointed feet, still bearing the grain of the wood, suddenly bent and sprang forward.

The transformed carriage suddenly sprang into the air.

The carriage was twice as high off the ground as the outer walls of the royal city.

The soldiers on the city wall didn't have good eyesight and couldn't see the carriage transform so quickly.

But they sensed a huge dark shadow suddenly shooting into the sky, and couldn't help but look up.

When the carriage reached its highest point, sunlight shone on its surface and reflected into the soldiers' eyes.

The soldiers, looking up, all saw the eight-legged, tortoise-shell-shaped mechanical contraption; their pupils dilated, and they stared in disbelief.

Just by looking at it, you could tell it was enormous and heavy.

But in actual action, it can be surprisingly light and swift.

Even Chu Tianshu couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly.

What the hell?

"Your vehicle is basically all wood, where does the power come from to jump so high... Oh, it's the Weapon Soul!!"

Chu Tianshu's mind raced, and he had already figured out the secret behind the carriage's transformation.

The Sanqi pendants worn at the waist also conveyed a sense of joy and curiosity.

Since the Heart and Blood Martial Dao has been continuously expanded and its upper limit has been pushed, many masters have focused on cultivating their own martial arts and have abandoned the path of "Blood Refinement Weapon Method" to cultivate the Weapon Soul.

Because the Weapon Soul nurtured using the old blood-refining method is easily dissolved in the face of pure Fist Intent and blood.

After nurturing his Weapon Soul for two or three years, he made a breakthrough in his martial arts realm. With a single swing of his weapon, he dissolved his own Weapon Soul.

Such futile and frustrating situations have actually happened.

But among all the different kinds of people in the world, there are always some who just happen to love the Weapon Soul Art.

Or perhaps it's because they realized they had reached a bottleneck in martial arts, and after many years it was difficult to make any further progress, so they turned to the path of the Weapon Soul Art.

They tried various improvements to the Weapon Soul Art, hoping to make the cultivated Weapon Soul stronger. Finally, they found a way: "Omnivorous" feeding.

The Weapon Soul Art originally originated from the alchemy of alchemists and belonged to the field of metal and stone medicine. Therefore, those who aspire to improve Weapon Soul also seek methods along this path.

Relying on their formidable martial arts skills, these people possess observational and practical abilities far surpassing those of the past, allowing them to extract many extraordinary insights.

It has been discovered that certain metals, once refined, will burn and collapse upon contact with water, but when in their ore state, they are not so easily destroyed by water.

Sometimes, a variety of things can actually serve a protective function.

Following this approach, they incorporated many unique techniques from the very beginning of forging the vessel of the Weapon Soul. When refining it with blood, they first used blood to harmonize external substances before applying them to the weapon.

The Weapon Soul nurtured in this way can not only feed on the blood of their master, but also devour several other "supplementary foods".

In this way, even if the warrior's Fist Intent and blood energy are excessive for a time, it will not be so easy to dissolve the Weapon Soul.

After completing this most important improvement...

Some people have discovered that having abundant Qi and blood is also a great benefit for the Weapon Soul Art.

In the past, even those with extraordinary talent could only cultivate heavy weapons like long hammers and great axes by using their essence and blood to refine their Weapon Soul.

Now, there's plenty of fresh blood, and the activity level is high enough.

They could even use an entire horse-drawn carriage as a vessel for their Weapon Soul.

The art of driving a chariot was considered one of the six arts of a gentleman, and it held an important position on the battlefield from the Shang and Zhou dynasties to the Qin and Han dynasties.

When the Weapon Soul Art was improved and it was discovered that vehicles could be used as a vehicle, many people were excited and worked hard to promote this route.

Nobles, soldiers, and merchants all had countless needs for carriages; where there is demand, there is motivation.

Su Xian, known as "Elder Su," was a wealthy merchant who frequently traveled between countries.

He is one of the top experts in the field of vehicle-mounted Weapon Soul.

"Don't even think about escaping again!"

The monk let out a low shout, and the road within a radius of ten zhang suddenly trembled.

His figure shot into the air, thrusting his club into the "belly" of the carriage.

The iron rod in the monk's hand was half round and smooth, as thick as a goose egg, and bound with thin hemp rope; the other half, however, was as rough as the scales of a pangolin.

That rough half was used to attack the target.

When the rough rod tip pierced through, it directly grazed the air.

The sudden burst of bright red light seemed to have given the iron rod a fiery red spearhead.

According to Buddhist legend, when the Ancient Buddha Dipankara preached, his teachings were so profound that they could make withered trees bloom, stubborn rocks nod, and iron rods spontaneously combust like lamps.

It can even light up metal and stone, and can also touch stone, wood, grass, and resin, so awakening the stubborn and foolish is naturally a piece of cake.

This strike was not only fast enough to whittle down the air, but it also possessed a force that transferred and amplified heat.

Once it hits the target, not only will the point of impact be pierced through.

The heat will also instantly transfer to the target, causing the target's internal material to crack more rapidly and spontaneously combust upon contact.

This ascetic once used a stick to brace against a tree trunk, and with a shake of his arm, he dried up a large, leafy tree that was as thick as five people could hug, and set it on fire.

Therefore, he was known as "Fire Tree Dhuta".

However, while the ascetic was in mid-air, he suddenly felt an itch on his lower back, knowing it was a sign of danger. The iron rod that had been thrusting straight up suddenly jerked backward.

The club head blocked a sharp foot that was aimed at his lower back.

However, the carriage has eight pointed feet in total.

The first one had just been stopped when the remaining seven came hurtling towards the water like arrows.

The pointed wooden feet create layers of white mist that resemble splashing water.

The iron rod of the Fire Tree Dhuta was like a vermilion paintbrush, rapidly scribbling in mid-air.

The gleaming rod tip trailed a Hongxian, and in an instant, it drew countless circles with that Hongxian, colliding with those sharp feet.

The profound yin energy of the Weapon Soul enveloped the wooden feet, and even during such high-speed collisions and movements, the wooden pointed feet showed no signs of heating up or getting hot.

After a brief exchange, one of the sharp feet landed squarely on the head of the stick.

The two forces collided, and the Fire Tree Dhuta fell back to the ground.

The pointed foot struck and then bounced, causing the entire deformed carriage to swerve sideways and crash into the caravan.

The caravan had many large wagons loaded with spices.

Ideally, precious spices should be packaged and sealed in double-layered earthenware jars, or even decorated with brocade wooden boxes.

Some spice boxes are worth as much as the spices themselves.

However, this caravan had only a few large carts specifically for storing spices, which were simply sealed with a few layers of thick oilcloth and secured with hemp rope.

At this moment, the transforming carriage landed, like a giant spider, hovering above several large carts.

Its sharp feet pierced into the oilcloth, and the bulging oilcloth quickly shrank.

Large quantities of spices were drawn into the deformed carriage through holes in the pointed feet.

The interior of the carriage was now filled with an extremely rich fragrance.

Su Xian pressed his right hand against the inner wall of the carriage, and a large amount of blood gushed out, turning his round, chubby face pale.

"I'll fight this precept-breaking ascetic to the death, and you, Prince, must flee immediately!"

A Weapon Soul, once nurtured in its initial vessel, will eventually find its way into something of the same kind, even if the vessel is changed later.

Saber Soul can only enter a sword, Umbrella Soul can only enter an umbrella.

The Weapon Soul nurtured by a machine-made carriage.

Even if the original vehicle is destroyed, it can be temporarily transferred to another carriage to demonstrate the power of those mechanical and magical abilities.

But this requires a lot of staple food and side dishes.

Su Xian's vehicle-mounted Weapon Soul is fed primarily with fresh blood, and supplemented with spices.

"What a stubborn old mule! After changing vessels several times, this Weapon Soul can still erupt!"

The Fire Tree Dhuta's eyes were wide open, his horse-like face glowed fiery red, and the heat accumulated all over his body caused wisps of smoke to rise from the edges of his shoes.

Fighting in mid-air is less agile than fighting on land, while the eight legs of the chariot can move freely, resulting in a draw.

This time, the monk was determined not to let the carriage have a chance to take off.

The rest of the caravan also discerned the ascetic's intentions.

Those with swords drew their blades, and those with bows drew their bows, clearly displaying an aura of determination to obstruct this ascetic at all costs.

Upon seeing this, the ascetic's face turned angry.

"You dare draw your swords against me? You're courting death!"

"So..."

A voice drifted from the city wall into the arena.

"Can someone explain to me why you two are fighting at my city gates?"

Fire Tree Dhuta was slightly startled and turned his head to look.

On the city wall, besides numerous soldiers, there appeared a young man in a white robe, blue shirt, and black silk hairband.

"For such a young age, your skill in concealing your aura is quite impressive."

The Fire Tree Dhuta carefully sensed the person's aura and blood, realizing that although this person's blood was pure, he had not yet become Plain King. He coldly snorted, "Fighting outside the city is already giving your king some face. As for anything else, it's best not to ask any more questions, otherwise..."

His right foot jerked.

A hairline crack appeared out of the soil, heading straight towards the base of the wall, meandering along the gaps between the stones.

In an instant, a force as fast as lightning reached the top of the wall.

The numerous soldiers on the wall, who were initially mesmerized by the battle outside the city, suddenly became flustered upon noticing an extra person on the wall.

However, the spearman closest to Chu Tianshu suddenly felt a jolt in his heart, and all his distracting thoughts vanished.

It's as if you've just walked off the edge of life and death; nothing else matters for the time being.

He looked down and found nothing unusual under his feet. He touched his body and found no missing flesh.

"Otherwise, this is what will happen to you!"

The ascetic spoke fluently and in one breath, and only then did he finish.

After he finished speaking, the monk noticed that the spearman was unharmed, and his expression changed.

Chu Tianshu's expression also changed, like a clear sky turning half-cloudy.

"You want to shatter this soldier next to me, to splatter his blood all over me, is that it?"

Originally, the palace and inner city of this royal city were mostly occupied by Zheng Tianchang's loyal henchmen, most of whom were in their prime, while the outer city was occupied by lazy and unruly military ruffians.

With Cheng Xin's return, he naturally needed to reorganize the military affairs, and now most of those guarding the city are spirited young men.

Although they are not very strong now, these people have high morale and a promising future.

As a result, because of this naivety and lack of experience and vigilance, he almost became the chicken that others would choose to kill as a warning to others.

The Fire Tree Dhuta had a bad feeling; he was afraid he had misjudged the situation.

Once this thought crossed his mind, he no longer cared about the mechanical carriage. He took a sudden step to the side, moved swiftly, and was about to escape.

At that very moment, Chu Tianshu's figure suddenly appeared Chucheng.

Whether it was the soldiers on the city wall or the caravans outside the city, everyone felt that it suddenly got dark outside the city.

It wasn't just psychological pressure.

Furthermore, as soon as Chu Tianshu Chucheng, the bright light outside seemed to be swallowed up, dimming by two degrees.

His figure actually rose slightly after Chucheng, as if due to a natural buoyancy brought about by absorbing light.

Then, he reached out and pounced!

Even after experiencing such ups and downs.

Chu Tianshu's pounce was so swift that he immediately caught up with Fire Tree Dhuta.

The Fire Tree Dhuta thrust his staff from behind his ear.

Chu Tianshu's palm met the head of the rod, and the entire iron rod melted like molten iron, scattering from between his fingers.

His hand, still warm from the molten iron, grabbed the thick, protruding piece of flesh on the Fire Tree Dhuta's cervical spine.

Fire Tree Dhuta suddenly hooked his feet back, as if trying to kick Chu Tianshu.

But as soon as his shoes left the ground, a strange light flashed in Chu Tianshu's eyes. He exerted force with one arm, as if grabbing a wooden stake, and slammed him to the ground.

Boom!!!

Fire Tree Dhuta's knee struck the ground in a flash, crushing the earth and rocks beneath it.

He felt as if he had fallen off a cliff, suddenly sinking into the earth.

With the physique of a martial Plain King, earth and rocks are as easily destroyed as soft tofu to them.

But even water, if it travels fast enough, can cause massive damage.

The speed at which Chu Tianshu smashed down on the Fire Tree Dhuta far exceeded the Fire Tree Dhuta's own capabilities.

He crushed the soil and rocks, creating a deep, well-like crater.

But the violent shock he had just experienced made him feel as if all two hundred of his bones were cracked.

The monk knelt at the bottom of the well, his bones creaking like popping beans, and bloody foam gushed from his mouth.

"Cough! What incredible strength! What a brutal technique!"

Fire Tree Dhuta's fingers trembled, unable to lift, so he could only tilt his head back as far as possible to look at the bright well opening.

"Who exactly is this person? Let me die knowing the truth!"

Chu Tianshu's face appeared at the mouth of the well.

"Who gave you permission to die? Come up here and explain yourself."

(End of this chapter)