Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 413, Section 22: Sect Leader, please stop coughing up blood, I'm scared!
Sect Leader Zhu Talan must be injured.

Considering that he has been stationed in the Kun-Lai Summit, a region with extremely high levels of conflict, with the Shado-Pan heroes for many years, and that he has a habit of leading from the front in Pandaren legends, it is not uncommon for him to get injured.

But the contrast between his serious and aloof demeanor as a chivalrous master and the sudden spitting out of blood was so striking that it was hard to contain oneself.

Fortunately, Diakum was a priest, and quite skilled in healing.

Old Zhu took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood, and he seemed to be used to it, but Diakum reached out and grabbed his wrist.

This scene made the sect leader narrow his eyes.

He was trying to hide just now; as a wary samurai, it's normal for him not to want to be touched by others casually.

But he couldn't dodge it.

Diakum simply grabbed at it, and his own claws were caught.

Wow, that's a pro!

The sect leader knew how fast his reaction speed was, which also proved that this alien saint was indeed as the Wise Celestial Venerable had said: gentle on the outside, but actually possessing "overwhelming power".

Holy light then surged forth.

The warm light flowed along Diakum's five fingers and merged into the body of Sect Leader Zhu. The sect leader had originally intended to suppress his own true energy to avoid conflict with this external force.

But then he was surprised to find that Saint Diakum seemed to have a deep understanding of the "Way of the Warrior Monk". This guy's holy light bypassed several important meridians in the sect leader's body in a way that was as smooth as mercury but clear as day.

He was given an initial cure without stimulating the flow of vital energy.

"Your healing power, like the rising sun at dawn, is completely different from the healing of the Mistweavers. Your 'Holy Light' is amazing."

Old Zhu said in a hoarse voice, still trying to maintain his image as a "great master".

Diakum was also surprised, and he drawled out:
"With so many hidden injuries in your bodies, you only cough up blood occasionally. The bodies of you monks are truly amazing!"

If a human had suffered such injuries, they would probably have died five years ago.

Look at you, Lord Zhutalan.

Your heart and lungs have been punctured at least three times, you have four hidden injuries to your spine, and there are bruises all over your body. The most outrageous thing is that a curse from the Force of Death has been forcibly suppressed in your liver.

I've heard that the monks possess amazing sealing techniques, but frankly, there will be problems if this power isn't released.

As the therapist, I cannot ignore this, so I need to spend some time on it.

The intensity of the holy light surged suddenly in the next second, turning the original trickle into a torrent. This time, the healing holy light became scorching hot, making Zhu Talan feel as if she were sitting next to a blazing furnace.

Even the little golden cherubs jumped out of the light.

The five of them pressed down on various parts of Zhu Talan's body, preventing this patient with poor health habits from moving around and interfering with the doctor's treatment.

But Sect Leader Zhu's expression changed slightly.

Especially when Diakum's holy light surged into his internal organs and began to dissolve that chilling aura of death, the great monk only had time to say "No."

Then, the "aura of death" that he had painstakingly cultivated was purified, and his secret technique was broken, causing Sect Leader Zhu to spit out old blood. He then looked at the alien saint in front of him with an angry and helpless gaze.

Sigh, they meant well.
Diakum looked at the change in Master Zhu's expression with surprise. He realized that he seemed to have done something wrong, so he looked at Ms. Liu Yanxin, who was covering her eyes and looking embarrassed, with his eyes.

The head instructor of the Azure Dragon Monks whispered:

"That's the cultivation technique of the Shado-Pan monks' secret art, 'Touch of Reincarnation.' Powerful monk grandmasters spend many years cultivating their inner energy to produce 'death energy,' which they then use to end battles quickly when faced with dangerous enemies."

Simply strike the enemy's vital point with your sword finger, and the death energy will burst forth, killing even the most powerful foe the moment of contact. This secret technique is extremely difficult to master, and even within the Shadow Sect, only a very few can master it.

Saint Diakum, your 'purification of fervor' just now has rendered Sect Leader Zhutalan's at least ten years of arduous cultivation futile.

"This"

Dick was taken aback.

He, this "Holy Light Cannon," certainly didn't understand the secret cultivation methods of the martial monks, but his martial arts, which resembled the "Seven Injury Fist," were indeed a bit outrageous.

“It’s alright. Thanks to your treatment, I can live for at least fifty more years, and I still have time to practice the Touch of Reincarnation again.”

Zhu Talan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Feeling his hidden wounds heal and his body feel comfortable, he murmured something.

"Well, actually, most of the monk techniques utilize the power of ki, which is quite compatible with various primal forces. Although I can't bring you back 'death ki,' I can replace it with 'light ki.'"

The principles are the same.

The vigilant was a kind person.

It wouldn't sound good if a treatment inexplicably ruined the skills of a great master. So he merged his holy light into the profound true energy flowing along the meridians of Sect Leader Zhu Talan like a great river. After circulating it several times, a scorching masculine aura reappeared in the place where the death energy had been.

Diakum withdrew his hand and said with a smile:
"I call this 'Solar Fist.' I learned it by accident when I was learning martial arts from a high monk from the Five Dawns Temple. Although the Touch of Reincarnation is powerful, it's best to avoid learning demonic martial arts that can injure yourself."

Zhu Talan remained silent.

He closed his eyes and used the remaining healing holy light within his body to regulate his breathing, while also sensing the scorching aura. He then realized that what the saint said was true.

He could indeed use the death energy to control this scorching energy. Although it wouldn't be enough to kill an enemy instantly, this masculine energy would be more than effective enough to dispel vengeful spirits, purify curses, or heal companions.

Master!

Zhu Talan sighed inwardly.

The ancients were right; there are indeed heavens beyond heavens and people beyond people. The martial arts schools beyond the fog are truly eye-opening.

Great masters always respect each other.

Therefore, after Sect Leader Zhu finished his meditation, his gaze towards the vigilant became gentler.

The monks have their own understanding of the world. They believe that different people wield different powers, and that different powers can reflect different people's personalities.

Warlocks and thieves are often treacherous and cunning, warriors are mostly forthright and generous, and mages and arcane mages are accustomed to being calm and arrogant.

This is not a stereotype, but rather the shaping of personality through prolonged exposure to different energies.

Therefore, those who wield the Holy Light should also be "kind elders" like Saint Diakum, who lived for over 20,000 years and could be called "elders" anywhere.

"I've heard that you and your warriors intend to travel to the forbidden area of ​​Kun-Lai Summit?"

Master Zhu said:

"I learned of your purpose from the Celestial Venerable of Wisdom. If anyone else had used this reason, we would definitely have refused. The things hidden in the forbidden area are of great importance and cannot be explored or touched at will."

But you are an exception.

I need to know your general plans. If feasible, I can send some elite warrior monks to accompany you.

"Thank you for being lenient; it means a lot to us."

The Vigilant nodded, but before discussing his plans to travel to Kun-Lai Summit, he recounted his experiences on the Timeless Isle, as these events concerned Shao Hao, the last emperor of the Pandaren, and needed to be shared.

"The traveling scholar Elder Shi Bu recorded that scene with his paintings."

Diakum said:
"I cannot disclose the contents of my secret conversation with Emperor Shaohao to you all for the time being, but it is related to the truth of the forbidden area of ​​Kun-Lai Mountain. It would be great if a Grandmaster like you were willing to accompany us. My warriors need a few more days to rest before heading to Kun-Lai Mountain."

However, we need to visit Yongchun Terrace along the way.

Emperor Shaohao said that his former companion, the god of the wilderness, the "Monkey King," was living in seclusion there?

"Yongchun Terrace."

Sect Leader Zhu Talan shook his head, looking on with a reminiscing expression, and said:
"The emperor's palace in the mist contained not only the Monkey King, but also Lord Zhulong, Emperor Shaohao's companion from back then. He was the most powerful offspring of the Heavenly Venerable of Wisdom, a soaring dragon capable of controlling the power of light and darkness."

The departure of Emperor Shaohao caused Lord Zhulong great sorrow. For the past ten thousand years, it has been cultivating in seclusion at Yongchun Terrace, and its current strength is unfathomable.

Don't laugh at me, but after I received the Dragon Staff, I was eager to go to Yongchun Terrace for some training, but Lord Zhulong easily dismissed me.

To enter it, one must accept its trials.

But you'll definitely be fine.

The powerful sect leader thought for a moment and said:

“Alright, I’ll go and summon the Shadowpan Guards right away. We’ll meet you at the Misty Tavern, which is near Everspring Terrace and is only a short distance from Kun-Lai Summit by crossing a cave path.”

"Okay, then it's settled."

Diakum liked Zhu Talan's efficient style; it was straightforward and didn't waste anyone's time, which was much better than the way other long-lived beings behaved.

However, after Zhu Talan left, the Sage discovered that the other party had left behind a "secret manual".

Upon picking it up, I saw that it was written in neat Panda Man regular script, titled "Shadow Phantom Techniques." Looking at the contents, I discovered that it was a high-level martial art that only Grandmasters could practice, and it did not involve the secret teachings of the Shadow Phantom Sect. It also contained the essence of Master Zhu's own martial arts.

This was definitely not something someone carelessly left behind; it was probably to repay the favor of healing and teaching "Sun Fist" earlier.

Tsk, look at the pandas' impressive numbers and their ever-repaying nature makes Diakum admire these black and white chubby pandas even more. Although his current strength is not inferior to their skills, it's still a happy thing to receive kindness in return for good deeds.

A moment later, a notification popped up in front of Diakum:
"Life Force - Monk Advanced Skills [Dislocating Bone Hand] / [Hundred Crack Claw] / [Rising Dragon Strike] have been learned!"

Life Force Talent [Swift Combo - Unarmed] has been acquired!

The hidden honorary title "Martial Arts Master" has been obtained, increasing the destructive power of your unarmed combat skills.

hint!

Having achieved "Mastery" in your understanding of the Way of the Monks, your "Jednigu Fist" style, after incorporating the martial arts philosophy of the Shado-Pan school, is elevated to the hidden Monk style "Argus Fist".

This style is a martial arts tradition that can be practiced in unarmed combat without requiring a monk profession.

hint!

Because you created the hidden Monk faction, your faith, the Lightforged, can spawn a unique Monk branch, but this branch requires you to combine your martial arts with the application of Holy Light to form a complete legacy.

Once the tradition is perfected, this Holy Light Fist style will be recorded and passed down among the Holy Light believers of the stars, which will increase the fame of your faith.

hint!

Your faith faction, the Shadow Chasers, can also achieve the same inheritance by fusing your hidden Monk style skills with Void power.

"Awesome!"

Diakum chuckled, casually smashing the stone table in front of him to pieces with a Hundred Claws strike. He then struck a cool finishing pose, thinking to himself:

"These 'Light and Shadow Fist' are one black and one white. How about we call them Tai Chi? Well, forget it. That name is too grand. I'm afraid I can't bear the 'cause and effect' of it. Let's be more traditional and call them 'Sun Fist' and 'Moon Fist'."

Wow, our Diakum will be a Grandmaster of Monks in the future!

Wow, that's impressive!

“Intentionally damaging a thousand-year-old stone table, a public property of Qinglong Temple! According to the laws of the Golden Lotus Sect, this should be punished with up to fifteen days of imprisonment and a fine of fifty taels of silver.”

Just as Dick was enjoying the thrill of being a master, a crisp little panda voice rang out from the side. The vigilant turned around and saw that Jade Dragon Celestial Venerable was once again "maliciously acting cute".

Her transformed panda paw held a string of candied hawthorns, pointed to the stone table Dick had damaged, and said:

“Saint the Vigilant, you wouldn’t want your followers to know that you deliberately vandalized public property, would you?”

"Uh, I just couldn't control myself, I'll make it up to you."

Dick shrugged.

So what if I, a Grandmaster Monk, destroyed one of your tables while practicing my martial arts? I blew up the World Tree on Mount Hyjal, and those elves didn't dare ask me for money!

Humph.

With that thought in mind, he took out a gem that the Draenei used as currency and handed it to Jade Dragon Celestial with a smile.

The latter took a bite of the candied hawthorn and said to Dick, who looked apologetic:
"Are you going to Yongchun Terrace to find the Monkey King?"

“Yes, Shaohao reminded me to do that. I suspect he may have left something behind at Yongchun Terrace as well.”

The vigilant said:

"So I have to go there."

"The sacred key to unlocking the Valley of Eternal Blossoms is hidden there."

Yu Long didn't try to hide anything; she reminded her:
"With that key and the four Celestials releasing the seal, we can open a golden gate in the southern mountains of Kun-Lai Summit, and then enter the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. However, I advise you not to open that gate for now, but to resolve the troubles in Kun-Lai Summit first."

Otherwise, if two major threats erupt at the same time, Pandaria won't be able to withstand it.

Also, there's something I've been keeping from you.

Yu Long looked around and whispered:

"You've always been curious why the Sha haven't caused much of a stir in Pandaria after ten thousand years of war, right? Actually, the answer is that the four of us found an ancient artifact."

That was the 'Shenqing Sacred Bell' made by the Mogu to control Sha energy.

It is an extremely dangerous weapon. During the great uprising led by the Pandaren ancestors, the last Mogu emperor created it to suppress the rebellion. It is said to be a special technique that the Mogu learned from their 'ancestors'.

That sacred bell is dangerous!
Ordinary striking would cause all life on the battlefield to lose its sense of friend or foe, falling into various forms of demonic possession and irrecoverably succumbing to evil. But the Monkey King, having somehow learned a secret technique, found a special bell-shaped pestle.

Jade Dragon Celestial Venerable waved his hand, made a tapping motion, and said:

"Only by striking the sacred bell with that bell pestle can the demonic energy within it be transformed into auspicious energy, dispelling the various influences of the evil spirits. When we realized that the continent might be plunged into a prolonged war, we activated the sealed sacred bell."

It has been hidden in the White Tiger Temple in Kun Lai Sanctuary, and is personally guarded by my brother Xue Nu.

But after ten thousand years, the Holy Bell has absorbed too much of the aura of evil spirits, which means we cannot let it make any sound, otherwise, life and death would be wiped out in an instant.

But the mischievous Monkey King is hiding in Yongchun Terrace and refuses to hand over the auspicious bell and pestle to us.

It is the natural spirit of Pandaria, able to hide in the Emerald Dream. It doesn't want us to find it, making it very difficult for us to catch that unruly monkey.

So if you find it, remember to take the auspicious bell and pestle from its hand.

"Hmm, interesting."

Diakum stroked his chin and said:
"So, the Holy Bell can wield the power of demonic energy? It does sound like a very powerful weapon. Could you entrust it to me for safekeeping?"

He pulled out the Dark Empire Blade, pointed at the black and white orbs of light that were constantly swirling around it, and said to Yu Long, who had taken a few steps back and was looking wary:
"I can assure you that when we leave, the shadow of the Seven Fiends will also be far from Pandaria."

"The Fiends have existed on the continent for too long, and they have completely merged with this place. Even if the Fiends' original bodies are taken away, there will still be residual power that continues to evolve into demons."

Yulong shook her head and said:
"Completely eradicating Pandaria is nearly impossible, but taking the Sha's true form would be a great deed. If you truly intend to accept the Holy Bell as our reward, then we welcome you to take it."

Just don't use that sacred bell as a weapon.

Its piercing, demonic sound will utterly destroy those souls that are not resolute enough; it is a cruel weapon.

The vigilant nodded, indicating that he would abide by the agreement. He rubbed his stomach and said to Jade Dragon Celestial Venerable:
"I'm going to Chenfang Garden for a victory celebration banquet. Do you want to come with me? Not as the Wise Celestial, but as an ordinary little panda. You seem to really enjoy blending in with the pandaren in this 'white dragon fish attire'?"

"It's a habit of mine, I can't change it."

Yu Long laughed and followed Diakum out of Qinglong Temple, sharing with him the interesting things she had seen in her many reincarnations over the years.

The jade statue standing in the heart of the Emerald Forest is the body that Yulong replaces in each of her reincarnations. Logically speaking, the death of a wild god like her should not be so frequent, but more than 10,000 years ago, Yulong was seriously injured by Thor while protecting the Pandaren.

That was a fundamental destruction that forced her to reincarnate every so often.

“I lied to them and said that I would lose all my memories every time I was reborn. In this way, the pandas would not leave me with those troublesome things so as not to bother me, and they would take good care of me because of this.”

But in reality, it was just a change of body; my memories have always remained.

At the celebration banquet at Chenfang Garden, Yulong, who was also indulging in a feast, shared her secret with Dick, who was doing the same. She said slyly:

"And whenever I lose my memory, I can openly transform into a panda and wander around without anyone bothering me with my little entertainment."

Alas, I can heal myself, after all, I possess the ability to heal. But besides being the Supreme God, I am also the patriarch of the Cloud Dragon Clan. I also have my own race to take care of. My constant reincarnation is to tell my children that death is not scary.

That's just one stage in the cycle of life and death.

"You are an excellent patriarch, as evidenced by the prosperity and unity of the Cloud Dragon Clan."

Dick raised his glass and said:
“I don’t have any special feelings for those wild gods with strange quirks, but I have great respect for the four of you. You are role models for this group.”

"We need to go out once the fog clears."

Yu Long ate a crystal bun and said:

"Actually, before the War of the Ancients, many of the Wild Gods were our friends, as were the Loa of the Troll Empire. After disappearing for ten thousand years, they probably thought we were all dead. We can give them a surprise then."
Hey, your quirky crow friend has brought you some news.

You won't be able to enjoy this lively celebration, Diakum; you're just born to be a workaholic.

"I guess you'll be busy too."

Dick snorted, held out his hand, and let Ansu's crow land on his arm. The crow first nodded to Yulong in greeting, then cawed:
"Shenzhenzi has arrived in the Krasarang Jungle! But the Pandaren of the Wandering Isle are besieged by the Mantid and the Mogu warlords' lizardman slaves. Those outrageous guys have even deployed a bio-weapon called the 'Gunship,' which is loaded with Mogu gunpowder weapons."

Wow, these panda people are just as skilled at playing with fire as the dwarves.

In short, go help!
Otherwise, the simple-minded Shinji would be killed.

"Wait! Who did you say came back?"

Yu Long jumped up in a flash and asked:
"Shenzhenzi? The Emerald Turtle that left Pandaria back then? And a group of Pandaren wanderers who came from afar? Are they descendants of the explorers that Liu Lang took away back then?"

"Look! I told you you'd be busy too. Let's go, let's go pick up our wanderers and bring them home."

(End of this chapter)