Immortality Begins with Breathing Exercises

The profound mysteries contained within the Martial Dao Intent made even Lin Zheyu’s eyes burn a little with envy.

It was just a pity that he was destined to be unsuited for that path.

The comprehension, tempering, and提升 of Intent all needed an enormous amount of time.

And although Lin Zheyu possessed Source Power, which could shorten his cultivation time, it still couldn’t let him comprehend and temper Martial Dao Intent within his Consciousness Space.

Therefore, the traditional Martial Dao path simply wasn’t suited for him.

This was also why, back then, even though he had cultivated so many strands of true Martial Dao Intent, he hadn’t continued to invest effort into them, hadn’t tempered and提升 any one of them to the level of matching a Grandmaster’s will.

Boom——

A thunderous roar echoed out, terrifying air currents surging outward from Qiu Kun as the center.

A blood-colored phantom with three heads and eight arms slowly condensed over his body; this was the manifestation formed from his Intent and Qi Blood.

Suddenly, the blood-colored phantom violently fused into Qiu Kun’s body; his physique swelled yet again, muscles all over him bulging and ferocious.

"Eight Extremes Dragon-Slaying Fist!"

Qiu Kun let out a furious roar; his entire being seemed to transform into a blood-colored god-demon, shooting into the sky in wrath, his twin fists poised to slay a dragon!

This kind of overwhelming might was already extremely close to the Golden Elixir Layer.

Boom!

In an instant, a vast blood-colored phantom condensed in the void, the entire world’s wind and clouds changing color as if filled with endless blood-red.

"Mr. Qiu’s Eight Extremes Dragon-Slaying Fist is getting more and more terrifying. Even I wouldn’t dare take it head-on."

Bai Lin’s eyes narrowed slightly; from this strike of Qiu Kun’s, he felt a strong sense of threat.

But on his body, a powerful battle intent suddenly surged up. Bai Lin had been stirred by the battle between Lin Zheyu and Qiu Kun, igniting the warlust in his heart.

"Haha, perfect timing!"

Looking at Qiu Kun who seemed to have become a god-demon, Lin Zheyu suddenly burst into loud laughter.

His Qi Blood surged in an instant, both arms swelling and expanding, densely packed flesh lumps sprouting out, faint golden light flowing beneath his skin.

Lin Zheyu stepped forward with his right foot, stomping on the void as he rushed to meet Qiu Kun.

This was more like it; during the previous bouts, Lin Zheyu hadn’t been able to rouse much interest at all.

Boom!

The collision of fists produced a terrifying detonation; blood-colored ripples spread outward with the two of them at the center.

Lin Zheyu felt a powerful Intent pressing down along Qiu Kun’s fist, piercing through the barrier of flesh and directly reaching his Sea of Consciousness.

This move actually wasn’t just a physical attack; it carried an extremely powerful Intent that assaulted his Divine Soul.

Boom!

Within Lin Zheyu’s Sea of Consciousness, the boundless ocean of golden energy quivered slightly; the Spirit body roaming within that golden sea was completely unaffected.

As time had passed, his Sea of Consciousness had already accumulated an incomparably vast amount of golden energy, practically occupying one third of the entire sea.

This golden energy possessed extremely powerful defensive effects against attacks on the Divine Soul.

Bang bang bang——

The two figures clashed and separated at high speed; every punch erupted with terrifying energy fluctuations, the powerful blood-colored ripples ravaging the mountain forests below into utter ruin.

Bang!

A pair of blood-colored fists collided with a pair of thick, lump-covered fists; Lin Zheyu’s figure only shook slightly, while Qiu Kun’s entire body was sent flying backward.

The Eight Extremes Dragon-Slaying Fist consumed an enormous amount of energy; just that brief exchange had nearly drained his Qi Blood dry.

"No more, no more!"

"Totally freakish!"

Qiu Kun clambered up from the ground in a sorry state, pulling his body free and weakly waving his hand as he spoke.

A trace of excitement and exhilaration flashed through his eyes; though he’d lost this battle, he had fought to his heart’s content.

"Damn, you’re really a freak."

"You’re sure you’re not in the Shackled Realm?"

Qiu Kun cursed under his breath as he rubbed at his injuries, looking at Lin Zheyu with suspicion.

"Nope."

Lin Zheyu shook his head slightly; he wasn’t even in the Divine Treasure Realm.

"This freakish already without reaching the Shackled Realm—what’s it gonna be like once you do hit Shackled Realm?" Qiu Kun muttered under his breath.

Bai Lin and Zong Linjing landed beside the two, smiling as they offered a few words of praise.

"Come on, come on. That battle was a blast. Tonight, I’m the host—we’ll head to Profound Light Tower for a grand feast to celebrate Mr. Xiao joining the Martial Alliance!"

Qiu Kun said boldly.

"Profound Light Tower?"

"Mr. Qiu is actually this generous today!"

Bai Lin had just been about to say something when he heard Qiu Kun say he was treating at Profound Light Tower, and couldn’t help exclaiming in surprise.

"What’s that supposed to mean? Since when am I not generous?" Qiu Kun shot Bai Lin a glance, speaking somewhat speechlessly.

Their figures flickered as they flew toward Flame Martial City.

Profound Light Tower was a high-end restaurant in Flame Martial City; the cost was sky-high, with the minimum expense for a single meal being three hundred lower-grade Spirit Stones.

Ever since freeloading a meal off Gu Yidao last time, Bai Lin hadn’t been to Profound Light Tower in over twenty years.

He really couldn’t bear to part with that many Spirit Stones.

"Right, Mr. Xiao, have you already picked out the missions to earn points?"

After the first round of drinks, Bai Lin asked with a smile.

This had been his suggestion—that Lin Zheyu run for Vice Hall Master.

"I have. I picked out a few hunting missions." Lin Zheyu replied with a smile.

"Mm, hunting missions, huh—that really does suit you, Mr. Xiao."

"If you need any help, just say the word. I’ve hit a bottleneck in my cultivation recently and have nothing better to do; it’s about time I got out and stretched my legs."

Qiu Kun laughed heartily, patting his chest as he spoke with boldness.

For powerful Martial Artists, hunting missions were the easiest way to earn points; the only difficult part about these missions was tracking down the target.

But Lin Zheyu wasn’t too worried; his Perception field was incredibly mysterious, even stronger than a Cultivator’s Spiritual Sense.

With the Tracking Compass, plus the assistance of his Perception field, this shouldn’t be any trouble for Lin Zheyu.

"Then I’ll thank you in advance, Mr. Qiu. If I do need your help, I won’t stand on ceremony."

Lin Zheyu clasped his hands and replied with a smile.

As they say, things of a kind gather together, and people of a kind flock together. Bai Lin’s temperament was good, and the friends Bai Lin made were all fairly decent as well.

Whether it was Zong Linjing or Qiu Kun, both were fellow Daoists worth befriending.

"Just come find me anytime, no need to be polite with me!"

Qiu Kun patted his chest again, speaking with heroic bravado.

He pointed at the spirit beast meat on the table and said heartily, "Eat, eat to your heart’s content. If it’s not enough, we’ll order more."

"You said it yourself! Waiter!"

Hearing that, Lin Zheyu flashed a sly grin.

The dishes here were indeed delicious, far beyond what his own grilling skills could compare to.

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