novelraw Chapter 240 - 166: Martial Artist Secret Realm, 12-Stage Little Vajra!
Chapter 240 - 166: Martial Artist Secret Realm, 12-Stage Little Vajra!
Huff huff!
Su Mu’s breathing was exceptionally heavy, his eyes blood-red, like a gravely injured and dying but still standing enraged Demon Beast. In the blood-red world of his blurred vision, only one thing was clear: the Little Doctor on the shoulder of the black-robed elder.
He had promised the Pharmacist to take good care of the Little Doctor.
Moreover, the Little Doctor was like family to him, and not just any ordinary family!
Su Mu casually tossed aside a broken dry arm and reached out for the Little Doctor on the black-robed elder’s shoulder.
But his grab hit empty air, as the Spiritual Qi within the black-robed elder burst violently amidst the screams. In his blurred consciousness, Su Mu instinctively crossed his arms in front of him but was still sent flying back by the fierce Spiritual Qi, landing heavily several feet away.
The elder, whose robe was shattered, clutched the white bone of his broken arm, his figure flashing out, chest heaving violently. The pain from the broken arm twisted his desolate face grotesquely as he stared venomously at Su Mu several feet away.
"I will kill you, I must kill you..."
Just as Su Mu had surmised, the black-robed elder never really regarded him with respect from the beginning, merely seeing him as a Lower Three Grades Martial Artist from the remote Qingzhou.
Years of hunting birds, and today he was pecked in the eye by a fledgling eagle. If he had gone all out from the start, even just using a Dharma Artifact, this boy would have had no chance of hurting him, let alone breaking his arm in such a crude manner.
However, the elder’s venomous words abruptly ceased in the next instant.
Several feet away stood a blood-soaked figure, flames extinguished as the Golden Bell shattered, yet a mysterious blue light swirled around amidst the blood.
Then, a terrifying scene unfolded as the blood-stained figure staggered and rose again from the ground.
Upon seeing this, the elder’s pupils abruptly contracted, his eyes tightly fixed on the blue glow, his body trembling, his expression changing as he recalled the rumored Martial Artist Realm.
"Fourth Refining Force of Pill Force, Fourth Bone Forging of Jade Bone, plus Third-Time Yijin... This boy has reached the Third Grade of Body Tempering, Eleventh Realm, just one small realm away from the first Secret Realm of a Martial Artist!"
Rumor has it that Martial Artists have two realms unattainable by ordinary people: cultivating to the Twelfth Body Tempering Realm, and achieving Quenching Body Fifteenth Realm Perfection. These two realms are the Martial Artist’s Little Vajra and Great Vajra realms.
Fourth Refining Force, Fourth Bone Forging, Fourth-Time Yijin—all are major thresholds; without astonishing talent or great perseverance, one cannot achieve them. Crossing any one of these barriers results in a leap in a Martial Artist’s strength, making it hard to find opponents in the Same Grade realm.
Crossing all three barriers requires both talent and great perseverance; after achieving them, the physical body undergoes comprehensive Rebirth from inside out, stepping into Postnatal Perfection, even achieving Vajra Indestructible Body.
The transformed Martial Artist’s flesh can compare to Demon Beasts of the Same Grade, awakening Physical Divine Abilities, and if cultivating top-tier Horizontal Training Techniques, the physical body can even overpower Demon Beasts. It is said that Martial Artists who achieve Little Vajra experience miraculous efficiency when practicing Horizontal Training Techniques.
The ability to attain this level of talent makes one rare, not just in One County, but even in One State territory. The elder observed Su Mu’s appearance, seemingly no more than twenty years old.
This age made it even more shocking. How could such a monster emerge from a remote, harsh small county like Qingzhou?
"Could the Red Tiger Roaring at the Moon phenomenon a few months ago have been related to this person?"
The elder’s expression shifted several times, but soon he shook his head, his face once again revealing a venomous look, now mixed with traces of fear and dread.
"Among countless cultivation methods, Martial Artists are the most numerous; out of tens of thousands, maybe one can cultivate to the Eleventh Realm of Body Tempering. However, if reversed, tens of thousands of Eleventh Realm Martial Artists may not produce a Single Little Vajra."
Because it’s so rare, Little Vajra and Great Vajra are the legendary realms in the Martial Artist Dharma Gates, also known as Martial Artist Secret Realms.
"This child cannot be left alive."
The elder made a gesture, and the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi surged, sweeping the broken arm to the front. He took a rustic silver ring from it and placed it on his left hand, gazing at the blood-soaked figure steadily approaching.
The black-robed elder’s heart trembled, his hand flashing with Spiritual Light as a slender, ominously cold Ancient Sword materialized in the void.
"Boy, you should feel proud to die under my Yinfeng Sword. Before you die, I permit you to state your name."
"Dharma Artifact above Treasure Artifact?"
In the blood-red world, Su Mu suddenly saw a cold Spirit Qi flowing and four blue-lit Artifact Patterns flickering.
Su Mu knew he likely wouldn’t be able to bring back the Little Doctor today; he had failed in his promise, unable to fulfill the Pharmacist’s entrustment.
He had underestimated the power of the black-robed elder. Faced with the elder’s inquiry, Su Mu remained silent, taking a step-by-step blood trail forward.
Seeing this, the elder snorted coldly.
"Remember the name of the one who killed you, Yuan Qing."
"If I don’t die today..." Su Mu paused, "I will kill you someday!"
Though listening to Su Mu’s barely audible voice, the elder didn’t show much ridicule but instead revealed a hint of admiration, as the dread filling his murderous eyes grew stronger.
Yuan Qing’s eyes flashed, sensing that Su Mu’s flesh was almost collapsing, life force rapidly diminishing. In this state, had it been anyone else, they’d likely be dead by now.
"Since you’re unwilling to speak, then die."
Yuan Qing wielded his sword with his left hand, raising it as the winds of Heaven and Earth surged. A death-like chilling aura surged like a tide into the Ancient Sword, and an enormous Black-feathered Eagle Falcon coalesced from the freezing Spiritual Qi in the void.