Let's Subdue Some Proper Dragons

Fireworks were still blooming in the night sky outside the main hall.

Yu Danxia, holding her sword, stood at the palace gate, also happily admiring the beautiful scenery.

The Diba Deng and Han Shantong, among others, showed little interest in the fireworks. Instead, they were inside the main hall studying the black dragon, marveling at it.

"After studying it for so long, I still find the structure of this black dragon's meridians to be ingenious and unbelievable—"

The Diba Deng dragon raised one hand to the sky, supporting a huge dragon wing. He poured his inner energy into it, tilted his head back, and observed the flow of his inner energy within the membrane wing.

"According to the hall master, our martial arts cultivation has six major realms: Seeing, Transformation, Returning Light, Tribulation, Immortal, Ascension."

"Upon reaching the Realm of Returning Light, one can undergo a fundamental transformation of their body."

"If I thoroughly understand this, and then break through the barriers, imagining myself as a dragon, could I become half-human, half-dragon?"

Han Shantong was standing at the dragon's head, circulating his internal energy, quietly penetrating and meticulously studying the structure of the dragon's brain.

Hearing his companion's words, he couldn't help but chuckle and offered a reminder.

"Look at this black dragon's face. It's much narrower and longer than a horse's face, especially the area where the nose should be on a person; it's actually a bit concave there."

"If you learn this from Black Dragon, when you Returning Light, won't your face be flatter and longer than the sole of a shoe?"

Han Shantong said earnestly, "We should still select its most significant advantages and apply them to ourselves."

"When I fought the black dragon, I sensed that its mental power was extremely strong, yet it didn't seem to have any special techniques. In other words, it possessed such strong Mind Power naturally without any arduous mental training."

"If I could transform my mind and brain, possessing such mental potential, and then combine it with the divine skill of this sect to forge, explore, and sublimate that potential, I would surely reach the pinnacle, becoming even more powerful than I am now—"

Han Shantong paused for a moment, silently estimating in his mind, and felt that his estimate was a bit inaccurate.

"It's definitely much stronger!!"

They were all studying the meridians, but Liu Qingsi sat to the side, studying a dragon scale.

The shock absorption and damping effect of these dragon scales is ridiculously high.

When the Black Dragon fought them, even with their combined efforts as beings of Celestial Person Resonance, they struggled to break through its defenses and could only manage to slightly damage its skin from some of the edges and corners.

Fortunately, Han Shantong was desperate and first used his avatar, which resembled water vapor, to rush into the black dragon's belly and cause damage. After finding that the avatar was ineffective, he simply risked his life and rushed in with his real body, bursting out of the belly.

Otherwise, I'm afraid this black dragon could really come and go as it pleases, guaranteeing a win without any losses.

If one can use one's Sword Qi to reference the intricate structure of these dragon scales, it will undoubtedly be of great benefit in future battles.

The Diba Deng man was inherently intelligent, but he had spent too little time with the previous leader of the Beggars' Sect' Sect and had not received systematic martial arts training.

Now, reminded by Han Shantong and having witnessed Liu Qingsi's actions, he has gained some insight.

"So, what I'm practicing is the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms. What suits me best isn't figuring out how to transform myself into a dragon, but rather pursuing the method of subduing and controlling dragons!"

The Diba Deng looked enlightened and clapped his hands.

He forgot that he had been supporting himself with the dragon wings, and now the dragon wings crashed down, hitting him right on the forehead.

The Diba Deng wasn't annoyed at all. After taking two steps back, he rubbed his forehead, beaming with delight.

"When monks boast, they always like to use a 'sharp wake-up call,' a saying that has been passed down for centuries. But when I was struck by the dragon bone, with a resounding thud, that sound was so pleasant. That's what you call an enlightenment awakened by a 'sharp wake-up call.'"

"Someday I'll make up a story, and then improve the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms so that one strike summons a two-winged black dragon—"

"May my name be passed down to future generations, so that I too may become a frequent character in historical novels and a legendary figure in period dramas!"

As Chu Tianshu returned from the city wall, he could hear people whispering inside the main hall from afar.

The Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms —one palm strike summons a giant winged lizard?

"You can't just make changes like that!"

Chu Tianshu blurted it out.

As soon as he spoke, Yu Danxia, who was looking up, and everyone in the hall turned their attention to him and greeted him.

Yu Danxia snapped out of her daze, her ears instantly turning red with embarrassment. She knelt down on one knee and said, "The Hall Master stopped the Black Dragon here so we could practice martial arts, but I couldn't concentrate and was only watching the fireworks. Please punish me, Hall Master."

Chu Tianshu hadn't expected her to kneel so suddenly, so he quickly helped her up and said with a smile, "Don't kneel like that in the future. I knew you were more emotional, so the swordsmanship I taught you was also based on emotion."

"The black dragon should have lived forever, yet bloodshed lingers within the palace. Fireworks vanish in an instant, but this love will endure for a hundred years."

"For you, these interwoven scenarios are the insights worth grasping. It's good that you didn't blindly follow others. Besides, everyone sees how hard you work, so it's good for you to take a break."

Yu Danxia felt admiration and then fell into deep thought.

She did feel that she had gained little from studying the Black Dragon Meridian, but she was unconsciously influenced by the boundary between the two atmospheres inside and outside the hall, which led her to walk to the hall entrance.

If it weren't for Chu Tianshu's words, she might have deliberately suppressed her feelings and forgotten them over time, instead focusing on studying meridians and internal energy, which would have been much less effective.

The recognition she has received from those who value her has strengthened Yu Danxia's resolve to stay on the right path.

This is essentially the role of a renowned teacher.

The legacy of "Ghost Gate Witch Doctor" is a super hodgepodge, with most of the spells contained in a black box, leaving the grandfather and Chu Tianshu, two generations, to walk alone.

Therefore, after obtaining the token, Chu Tianshu clearly grasped the role of the master teacher.

While diligence is important, the choice of direction can have a significant impact on the outcome of hard work.

Everyone's Dao Path may be different. If you make the wrong choice in a moment and suppress your passion, the focus and interest you once had may never be discovered again.

Unfortunately, life is too short, and one cannot have countless opportunities to make choices at will.

Chu Tianshu could only consciously guide himself not to miss anything interesting, and he also hoped that he wouldn't miss anyone he saw.

Wanting to see Yu Danxia had gained any insight, Chu Tianshu bypassed her and entered the main hall first.

Good evening, Master.

The Diba Deng came forward and asked with a smile, "Has the hall master eaten?"

Chu Tianshu said, "I haven't eaten yet. Roast me fifty chickens, all of them must be done with great care. I'll bring them with me later."

The Diba Deng's face fell, and he wished he could slap himself for having such a useless mouth.

"Haha, just kidding."

Chu Tianshu said, "But didn't you read those manuals I wrote carefully?"

The Diba Deng: shifty gaze.

"You still need to read more books. If you don't want to read so many words, find someone who loves reading to read to you."

Chu Tianshu said earnestly, "I once killed a descendant of a white dragon. Among the secret manuals is a 'White Dragon Notes,' which I obtained from researching that White Dragon Bloodline."

"I see that your ' Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms ' is more aligned with the White Dragon's lineage. After absorbing the knowledge within and building a solid foundation, even if you absorb the Black Dragon's strengths, you won't need to change the appearance of your palm power."

The Diba Deng student was both surprised and delighted, nodding repeatedly.

To be honest, it's true that dragons have wings.

But this black dragon has a huge belly and looks too much like a lizard, so Diba Deng doesn't really like this image.

Previously, Liu Futong had taken the time to see the black dragon and praised it highly, thinking that a large belly was a good thing, making it look more majestic.

He decided to improve upon the "Prajñātāra Dragon-Elephant Zen Art" he was practicing in the future, based on this black dragon.

I heard that the martial art was created by a Shaolin monk who was also a fire-worker. He absorbed Shaolin's unique skills and the divine skills of the Western Regions' esoteric sect. Originally, it was supposed to be based on the concept of "formlessness," but the monk practiced it and made it more and more powerful, so he named it "Dragon and Elephant." His lifelong regret was that he had only ever seen an elephant but never a dragon.

Therefore, in Liu Futong's mind, the dragon's belly had to look fuller than that of an elephant to fit his imagination.

The Diba Deng secretly thought that once he had perfected the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms, he would challenge Liu Futong to a duel. He was sure that his palm technique would look more imposing and elegant.

Han Shantong cupped his hands and said, "Senior, are you here again to practice your skills with the black dragon?"

Chu Tianshu used to live next to the black dragon, often using his strength to cultivate martial arts. Upon hearing this, he simply waved his hand.

"I'm going on a long journey, just letting you know and picking up a few things."

He lightly jumped, stepping on the black dragon's tail and walking forward. He followed the black dragon's spine, approaching the junction of the cervical and thoracic vertebrae, before squatting down and pressing his hand against the dragon's scales.

This black dragon is incredibly resilient and its vitality remains undiminished; Chu Tianshu is also inclined to protect it.

And the scales and flesh in this area are where the activity is most concentrated.

Taking the whole dragon away would be too wasteful of Fortune.

Bringing some flesh and blood back home would be enough to get the team there to help with cloning, right?!

No, for a creature like the black dragon, it should be called an endangered species protection plan.

Chu Tianshu's eyes shone brightly. He reached out with his right hand, pulling up a clump of flesh and blood, which he then enveloped in his vital energy.

The Diba Deng group, at this point, were still a little confused.

Liu Qingsi asked curiously, "Senior Chu, aren't you attending the wedding?"

Yu Danxia added, "If the Hall Master wishes to travel far, I am willing to accompany him."

Han Shantong hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "I am also willing to follow."

He had always been ambitious, but looking at the vast land of Nine Provinces, with the new dynasty already established and only a few stubborn elements and bad apples remaining in various places, he was gradually being eliminated, weeding out the bad and keeping the good.

In that case, he did feel a bit like traveling far away.

Back when the Mongol Yuan dynasty's iron hooves swept westward, a vast and turbulent land, there were records that there were already heretical religions in the West. Although they were fragmented and their branches fought amongst themselves, they were quite famous, and many of their doctrines were similar to those of the White Lotus. He wanted to go and assess the merits of those people.

As the destined successor of the White Lotus, the restorer of the dynasty, and the Grand Master Han Shantong, if I cannot preach in the new dynasty of Nine Provinces, can't I preach in your land?

In short, the world is so big, Han Shantong wants to see it.

"Haha, I can't lead you guys right now. You guys help Baiyu with some chores first, and we'll talk about it later."

Chu Tianshu stood on the dragon's body and waved to everyone.

"Tell Sun Liang and the others to keep Spirit-Calming Hall running well. I'll be back to check on the business later. Goodbye!"