Urban Wolf King

Chapter 1200 1211: My Lifebound Skill

At this moment in the Ink Pool, Wang Yan was half-submerged in the water, enveloped by the dark green mist rising from the pool.

Wang Yan felt as though all the pores on his body were opening up, and the countless powerful auras in the Ink Pool were burrowing into his being.

At the same time, the Power of Demon Patterns within Wang Yan also began to boil, as if it were water brought to a rolling boil, making his entire body feel scorching hot.

On the first day, under the heat's nurturing, black sludge continuously seeped out from Wang Yan's pores.

This black sludge was instantly washed away by the water of the Ink Pool.

As more and more sludge seeped out, Wang Yan suddenly felt his body lighten, as if he had been reborn.

Wang Yan realized that the Ink Pool was assisting him in cleansing the impurities from his body.

As these impurities were washed out, Wang Yan's cultivation became much more refined.

On the second day, as Elder Si Qin began to worry about Wang Yan, the mist rising from the Ink Pool grew even faster, causing the entire space to become blurry and impossible to see clearly.

Moreover, Wang Yan's body, like the water in the Ink Pool, also seemed to gradually transform into mist, drifting upward.

Seeing this, Wang Yan couldn't help but wonder if this was another form of cultivation in the Ink Pool, meant to lift him into the air.

But then, Wang Yan began to feel something was amiss.

Because the power within the Ink Pool was trying to repel him, to push him out of the pool, rather than helping him cleanse like the day before.

Thinking of this, Wang Yan faintly smiled, and thought to himself, "If you think you can push me out so easily, think again. I remember Jin Chun stayed for seven days; there's no way I'll stay less than that."

Therefore, Wang Yan shouted out, and a green Wolf Pattern emerged from his back, hovering above his head.

With the help of the Wolf Pattern, Wang Yan's body descended once more, sinking into the Ink Pool.

Thus, the second day passed.

Indeed, on this second day, Wang Yan once more absorbed the essence of the Ink Pool, and the Wolf Pattern shone brightly.

On the third day, relying solely on the power of the Wolf Pattern was no longer enough to keep him in the Ink Pool; the Dragon Pattern emerged again, hovering above his head, and Wang Yan's body sank back into the Ink Pool.

...

At this time, within Mozi Academy, everyone was still curiously guessing how long Wang Yan would stay in the Ink Pool.

Three days passed, and the Ink Pool remained silent.

Four days passed, and Wang Yan still lingered in the Ink Pool.

Five days...

Six days...

Seven days...

On the eighth day, Fang Jinchun shook his head and said, "As expected of the senior brother, easily surpassing me."

Yan Shilin consoled him, "Second junior brother, there's no need to be disheartened. Senior brother is now at a Half-Venerable level; it's normal for him to last a few more days than you."

Fang Jinchun nodded and said, "The one who stayed the longest in the Ink Pool was that prodigy; it is said the prodigy stayed for thirteen days. I wonder if senior brother can surpass him."

After saying this, both of them quietly waited again.

On Si Qin Peak, Elder Si Qin breathed a sigh of relief, gently touching her chest, and said, "Finally, I didn't let anything go wrong. Wang Yan stayed for eight days, which is already quite good. With just over 20 days left until the Blazing Flame Flood Dragon's attack, I shall prepare the defenses while awaiting Wang Yan's return."

Under the guidance of Elder Si Qin, 600,000 disciples hurriedly commenced their training.

Though they trained diligently, they occasionally looked up towards the peak of the main mountain.

Yet, there was not a stir atop the main peak, as if Wang Yan had vanished into thin air.

The record of thirteen days set by the prodigy passed like this.

Aside from Fang Jinchun expressing his astonishment, everyone else considered it only natural.

Only Fang Jinchun, who had been to the Ink Pool, understood how difficult it was to persist for thirteen days.

By this time, Elder Si Qin and others were prepared to welcome Wang Yan, as it would become increasingly difficult after thirteen days.

It was expected that in a day or two, Wang Yan would emerge.

Unexpectedly, fifteen days passed, and there was still no movement at Fang Peak.

Twenty days passed.

Twenty-five days passed.

...

At this, the Seven Great Elders were taken aback, seeing that the time for the Blazing Flame Flood Dragon's attack was approaching, yet Wang Yan, the Grand Marshal, had yet to emerge.

No one expected that Wang Yan could stay for such a long time.

Finally, on the twenty-ninth day, the Seven Great Elders could wait no longer. Helplessly, they left Beiming Xue, Liu Hua, Hu Wei, and Ma Jun to wait for Wang Yan's return, while the remaining 600,000 disciples entered the Blazing Flame Cave.

Before Elder Si Qin entered the Blazing Flame Cave, she looked up at the main peak once more, hoping to see signs of the Ink Pool opening.

But the main peak remained silent and still.

Elder Si Qin sighed, thinking: The longer one stays in the Ink Pool, the more difficult it becomes. I can't imagine how painful it must be for Wang Yan now.

Sighing, Elder Si Qin flew into the Blazing Flame Cave.

However, at this moment in the Ink Pool, Wang Yan was still sitting inside, with the Wolf Pattern and the Dragon Pattern above his head having vanished entirely. Wang Yan spread his arms wide, eyes slightly closed, comfortably leaning against the pool wall, feeling ever so relaxed.

If Elder Si Qin and the others were to see Wang Yan in this state, their eyes would surely pop out.

Wang Yan yawned and murmured to himself, "So this is all it is? Back then, Fang Jinchun mentioned he was covered in injuries by the seventh day, having reached his limit, and I've been here for so long without feeling any pain?"

Just then, a voice chuckled quietly beside him, "Why don't you try removing that sword from your shoulder?"

Hearing this voice, Wang Yan was startled and opened his eyes, calling out, "Who's spying on me while I'm bathing?"

While talking, Wang Yan adjusted the small wooden sword on his shoulder to prevent it from falling.

As it turns out, with the repelling force of the Ink Pool growing stronger, even Wang Yan had to give it his all.

Yet, despite giving it his all, Wang Yan couldn't concentrate on absorbing the essence of the Ink Pool.

So, Wang Yan took out the small wooden sword, placing it on his shoulder.

This small wooden sword weighed ten thousand pounds, pressing Wang Yan down instantly, rendering the Ink Pool's powerful repelling force completely ineffective under the sword's weight.

As a result, Wang Yan comfortably sat in the Ink Pool.

At this moment, an elderly man in a grey robe rose from the bottom of the Ink Pool.

This old man appeared ethereal, even translucent.

Wang Yan focused his gaze and asked, "Are you... Mozi?"

It turned out this old man was Mozi's spirit, encountered by Wang Yan after passing through the 108 Grand Arrays.

Mozi nodded and said, "Yes, I am."

Then, Mozi sighed and said, "When I created this Magical Treasure, I intended it to benefit my disciples in their cultivation, but you've turned it into a bathing place."

Wang Yan chuckled and said, "I've certainly benefited from it."

Mozi shook his head and said, "But you're draining the essence of the Ink Pool completely. I intended to come out after you were expelled from the pool, but if I don't come out now, I'm afraid I'll lose my abode."

Wang Yan looked down at the Ink Pool below him. Indeed, the dark green color was fading, turning into pure transparency, indistinguishable from ordinary water.

Wang Yan smiled apologetically and said, "I didn't mean to, but once you start absorbing the Ink Pool's water, you just can't stop."

Mozi nodded and said, "Naturally, this is the Essence of Heaven and Earth accumulated over thousands of years. It's fine to give it to you alone, but it's a pity you've been so focused on absorbing that you failed to comprehend the most vital Lifebound Skill. Alas, what a waste."

Seeing Wang Yan smiled gently and said, "To be honest, in these thirty days, I have already comprehended my Lifebound Skill. And this Lifebound Skill is far stronger than that of the prodigy."