Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 230 Motto
"call……"

The strong wind howls.

Zhu Ju grabbed a person and landed in a dense forest outside the capital, casually tossing him to the ground, his eyes filled with a sense of inquiry.

"Wei Zhengping, the master of double skills?"

"It is indeed I, Wei." Wei Zhengping, with a scarred face and fierce eyes, knelt down, clasped his hands in a fist and bow.

"Thank you, senior, for coming to the rescue."

"Heh..." Zhu Ju smiled faintly:
"I heard you steal other men's wives and daughters and wipe out entire families. You're willing to do anything for money."

"This..." Wei Zhengping's eyes flickered, somewhat unable to fathom the other party's meaning, and he nodded cautiously:

"It's true."

"If there is anything that you, senior, are unable to do, I can do it for you and will certainly handle it cleanly and efficiently."

In his view, there must have been a reason why the other party had rescued him from the Mingyu Tower prison.

They probably weren't exactly righteously opposed to evil.

There are times when he can be of use, and what he is best at is solving problems for powerful people.

"senior."

With a flicker of his eyes, Wei Zhengping said solemnly:
“I always keep my word. If I say I'll kill someone’s whole family, I mean it. I won’t leave a single one alive.”

"I will never tell a second person what my senior asked me to do."

"I do have something I need you to do," Zhu Ju said slowly, his eyes deep as he looked at Wei Zhengping.
"However, your current cultivation level is a bit lacking."

Then he asked:

"What kind of skills do you practice?"

"Hmm?" Wei Zhengping subconsciously looked up, thought for a moment, and then said:
"The method practiced by Wei is the Zi Wu Jin of the Yuanji Sect, and he was fortunate enough to achieve the first rank by chance."

"Midnight Force!" Zhu Ju nodded:
"As one of the top sects in the world, Yuanji Sect has an extraordinary heritage. Do you want to become a Divine Treasure Martial Saint?"

Ok?
Wei Zhengping was taken aback, and hesitated before saying:
"Senior is joking. Who doesn't want to become a Divine Treasure Martial Saint? It's just that very few have ever succeeded."

"Just tell me whether you want to or not." Zhu Ju frowned.
"Whether it works out or not, we'll see."

"..." Wei Zhengping's breath hitched, his expression shifting rapidly, before he finally gritted his teeth and muttered:

"I would like to!"

"If you can help me become a Martial Saint, senior, my life is yours. I will endure any hardship for you!"

"Good!" Zhu Ju raised his voice and tossed out two bottles of pills:

"One bottle will detoxify your body, and another will strengthen your body and replenish your energy. I'll give you two days to adjust your condition."

"Two days from now, I will help you become a Martial Saint!"

Wei Zhengping caught the pill, his eyes growing brighter and brighter, an uncontrollable ambition rising in his heart.

Martial Saint?

An unexpected opportunity!

…………

Two days later.

Wei Zhengping sat cross-legged under an ancient tree that had been there for a thousand years. Although he was still in a sorry state, his breathing had stabilized.

"Midnight-Noon Strength originates from the ancient 'Midnight-Noon Flow Notes,' which incorporates the timing of the heavens and allows the body to operate within the twelve two-hour periods of the day. One day, one day of practice and one day of progress are achieved. As long as one practices according to the method, one's cultivation strength can increase day by day."

Zhu Ju stood opposite him with his hands behind his back, speaking slowly:
"You have already circulated your internal energy for a day, completing one full cycle, which is the best time for you to break through."

"Hold your breath!"

Wei Zhengping felt a chill run down his spine.

"The excess energy of the liver is released into the gallbladder, where it gathers and becomes essence; the lungs govern all the blood vessels, and the intestines are internally and externally related to the eyes..."

"Activate your internal energy!"

When the Meridian Energy circulates, the power of the physical body surges forth.

In Zhu Ju's perception, Wei Zhengping's physical body seemed to be divided into twelve regions at this moment.

Each region corresponds to a specific two-hour period.

His internal organs throbbed, and a strange energy surged forth. This skill was somewhat similar to the Butterfly Transformation Technique performed by Yue Xi, but the energy emanating from his body was noticeably weaker.

It is clear.

Wei Zhengping lacks sufficient foundation and cannot advance on his own.

"call……"

Zhu Juqing exhaled a breath of turbid air, and stretched his large hand forward, causing the surrounding天地元气 (heaven and earth energy) to transform into sweet dew and fall onto Wei Zhengping's body.

Under his control, the violent essence transformed into gentle energy that fell silently into his body.

"boom!"

The energy level is rising sharply!

Zhu Ju's eyes moved slightly.

coming!

Both the Southern Barbarian National Master's Ten Thousand Poisons True Skill and the Yuanji Sect's Meridian Force have secret methods for breaking through to the Divine Treasure Martial Saint level.

Having learned from his previous experience, Zhu Ju saw things much more clearly this time.

The so-called secret method.

It is the burning of blood and flesh essence in an instant, with violent blood and qi erupting like a volcano within the cultivator's body.

Using this surge of power, we can explore the mysterious and profound divine treasures.

or,
Soul!

"The three souls and seven spirits are not usually visible; they only appear when life is scattered and the essence is burned away."

Zhu Ju's eyes flickered, as if deep in thought:
"No wonder breaking through to the Divine Treasure Martial Saint realm is either a success or a death sentence; it turns out the secret technique is to deliberately put oneself in a near-death state."

The 'Butterfly Transformation Technique' caused Yuexi's heart to stop beating and his breathing to almost cease; wasn't that a form of suspended animation?
The secret method of Zi-Wu Jin (a type of internal energy) is the same.

"Indeed, only by witnessing enough people break through to the first rank can we uncover the secrets of the divine treasure."

"I……"

"It can also create its own unique secret techniques!"

Zhu Ju's eyes shone with divine light, his mind raced with thoughts, and various methods surged within him, gradually forming an idea.

Become a Martial Saint?

Do not!
The Martial Saint is not important; what matters is finding a way to connect the three souls and seven spirits in this world's martial arts.

"Maybe……"

"I can create a 'Perfect Martial Arts' that can connect the three souls and seven spirits and open ten divine treasures."

Zhu Ju's heart pounded wildly:

"If it succeeds, the three souls and seven spirits will be under complete control, and the path to the Nascent Soul stage will be smooth, which may not be weaker than the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend inheritance of the Dragon Head lineage."

"If one finds the method to unite the soul and spirit, it will be a top-tier inheritance that leads directly to the Nascent Soul stage."

"Click..."

The strange noise from Wei Zhengping brought him back to his senses instantly. He flicked his finger, and several streams of light shot out.

Zhu Ju possessed far too many secret techniques for unleashing human potential.

As for the aftereffects...

It doesn't matter.

The key is to take the opportunity to observe the process of the soul merging with the body, since even if the breakthrough is successful, one will still die anyway.

a moment.

Wei Zhengping's body trembled, as if an invisible force had fallen and merged with his physical body.

"Central Soul!"

"wrong!"

Zhu Ju's expression changed slightly:

“It’s courage.”

Got it!

According to his guess, the "Midnight Strength" refers to the central soul, which is moderate and can comprehensively enhance the strength of the physical body, which is consistent with the Midnight Strength technique.

But he was clearly wrong.

The essence of Zi Wu Jin (子午劲) is actually spirit and courage.

With abundant vital energy, a martial saint who has awakened this spirit can go for months without eating, drinking, sleeping, or resting. Their blood and qi are as fierce as smoke, and they can use various combat techniques that burn vital energy almost at will without any aftereffects.

Guessed it.

Wei Zhengping may not necessarily be able to advance to the Divine Treasure Martial Saint.

You guessed wrong.

It definitely won't work.

"what!"

Wei Zhengping, who was closing his eyes to break through to the Martial Saint realm, also sensed something was wrong and suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with horror.

He felt his body burning.

Even lifespan,

It is also being consumed rapidly.

"senior……"

"Ah!" he screamed in agony, his body suddenly springing up as he lunged at Zhu Ju.

"You lied to me!"

"I didn't lie to you." Zhu Ju dodged aside and shrugged.

"It's your own misunderstanding of the technique that's the problem; you can't blame anyone else."

"Pfft!"

Wei Zhengping collapsed to the ground as the secret technique rapidly drained his vital energy and lifespan.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a pile of bones.

The wind blows.

The bones scattered to ashes, leaving only a pair of tattered clothes.

Zhu Ju shrugged and was about to turn and leave when he suddenly raised an eyebrow and looked to the side.

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"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."

The leaves blocked out the sunlight, and the forest was pitch black at night.

Several figures flashed among them, seemingly unaffected by their surroundings, as they engaged in a frenzied battle.

"puff!"

The broken blade flashed across the sky, slicing through a person's throat. The sharp blade energy cut open the neck, sending the head flying high into the air.

"The third one!"

"what!"

"Knife Demon, today I will make you a real ghost!"

"Heh..." Wu Luo, the Knife Demon, lowered his head, his long hair obscuring his face, his left hand holding the knife trembling slightly.

"Of the six Poison Swamp Dragons, four are left now. I wonder how many will be left by the end of today?"

"Whether it's a living dragon or a dead serpent depends on your luck."

"kill!"

"Ding……"

In the darkness, sparks flew, revealing several rapidly flashing figures, along with rustling sounds behind them.

"Wu Luo, you're dead today!"

Someone growled:

“You are severely injured and have lost more than one-tenth of your strength. Even without us, there are still other pursuers behind you.”

“Why…”

"Since you're going to die anyway, you might as well die by our hand. Considering our past friendship, I might leave you with a whole corpse."

"Hmph!" Wu Luo, the Demon Blade, sneered.
"Little man!"

"If I hadn't been injured in a duel, would you cowards dare to show your faces before me?"

"puff!"

His body trembled, and he suddenly coughed up blood. When he spoke again, his voice was filled with intense anger:
"poison?"

"Have you forgotten where we come from?" A low laugh came from the other end.
"Poison Swamp!"

"Don't get close, drag him down!"

"Despicable." Wu Luogang, the Knife Ghost, gritted his teeth, his body flashing backward as he retreated rapidly, simultaneously slashing with his knife.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."

Several incoming projectiles were deflected.

"call……"

A strong wind was blowing.

Extreme speed turns even soft leaves into deadly weapons. Wu Luo, who was moving through the dense forest, was covered in wounds in the blink of an eye. At this point, he could no longer even use his internal energy to protect himself.

"when……"

"Peng!"

A poisoned hook descended from the sky, striking the broken blade, and the force of the impact slammed Wu Luo to the ground.

"Ha ha……"

"Wu Luo, you sly devil, where do you think you're going to run now? Your life is mine!"

"what?"

Just as the newcomer was about to make a move, he suddenly stopped and looked at the black-robed man not far away.

"Who?"

"First rank?" Zhu Ju looked at the other person and gently shook his head:
"A pseudo-first-grade item must have broken through with the help of some external object. It has no chance of advancing to the Divine Treasure level. What a pity."

As they were speaking, several figures appeared in the arena one after another.

"Big brother!"

"Who is this person?"

"do not know."

The group exchanged glances, and one of them spoke in a cold voice:
"Friend, whoever you are, this is a personal matter between us. If you don't want trouble, leave now."

"Heh..." Zhu Ju chuckled softly:
"roll!"

"What?" The group was taken aback.

"Get lost." Zhu Ju spoke, pointing at Wu Luo, the knife-wielding ghost, on the ground:
"I need this person."

"Insolence!" The four Poisonous Swamp Dragons' faces darkened, and one of them, wielding a curved blade, charged straight at Zhu Ju:

"If you don't eat the toast, you will be fined with wine, and you are seeking death!"

"Shh!"

The blade flashed.

No one could see what was happening in the scene; they only felt that the dark forest suddenly became brightly lit, and their vision was filled with a blinding white light.

When their vision returned, the four Poisonous Swamp Dragons had all collapsed to the ground.

Not only the one who rushed towards Zhu Ju, but also the other three people dozens of meters away were killed with a single blow.

"roll!"

Zhu Ju held the Horizontal and Vertical Blade, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings, his voice icy:

"I'll count to ten. If I sense any other presence nearby, then don't blame me for being impolite."

"ten!"

"Crash..."

Before he could continue, the dense forest was already in chaos, with figures running frantically outwards.

Martial Saint!

To kill the four dragons of the Poison Swamp with a single strike, such strength undoubtedly belongs to a Martial Saint who has opened the Divine Treasury. To stay and anger them would be tantamount to courting death.

In the blink of an eye, apart from the critically injured and dying Wu Luo, there was no one else in the arena.

"clatter!"

A bottle of pills fell to the ground.

"Antitoxic Pill."

Zhu Ju spoke:
"Take it first."

"..." Wu Luo, the Knife Demon, struggled to sit up, picked up the pills, and said:

"Thank you, senior, for saving your life."

"Don't thank me yet." Zhu Ju waved his hand.
"After you recover from your injuries, I need you to do something for me. This thing may not be able to save your life."

"..." Upon hearing this, Wu Luo, the Demon Blade, smiled bitterly, swallowed the antidote, and spoke in a muffled voice:
"With your strength, you could easily kill me. Besides, I should repay your life for saving me."

"but……"

"Could we postpone it a little longer?"

"Oh!" Zhu Ju lowered his head:
"busy?"

"I promised a friend that I would escort Lord Geng's family out of the capital." Wu Luo, the Demon Blade, coughed lightly, clutching his chest.
"a man of his words."

"As long as Wu is still alive, we must abide by the agreement. Senior, you spoke a little too late, so we can only be placed at the back."

"Lord Geng?" Zhu Ju asked.
"Which Lord Geng is it?"

"It is none other than Lord Geng Wenyong," Wu Luo, the Demon Blade, said.
"A few days ago, Lord Geng spoke frankly on the long street about the emperor's incompetence and was thrown into the imperial prison. He then died without cause. Although the medical examination said that he died from a relapse of an old illness, it would be strange if there were no suspicious circumstances."

“His family members were also banished to the northern region. My friend was worried that someone might harm Lord Geng’s family on the way, so he asked Wu to accompany and protect them.”

"You were seriously injured in a duel, yet you still agreed to this?" Zhu Juyin asked with surprise.
"You are not afraid of death?"

"Lord Geng is a good official," Dao Guangwu Luo said slowly, head bowed.
“A man like him should not die an unclear death, nor should he be without descendants. I, Wu, am willing to risk my life to help him.”

"Alright," Zhu Ju sighed softly.
"How long will it take for you to come back?"

"This..." Wu Luo, the Knife Ghost, hesitated for a moment and said:
"It will take at least a month, or at most three months. Please rest assured, senior. I am not one to break my word. Since I promised, I will definitely come back."

"The premise is... that I was still alive at that time."

"Alright!" Zhu Ju sighed softly.
"Since you're willing to die, I won't stop you. I hope you can survive."

With a flick of his sleeve, he tossed out a bottle of pills:
"This pill can help you recover from your injuries and increase your cultivation. Don't forget what you promised me. Come back here to find me when the time comes."

"Senior..." Wu Luo, the Knife Demon, looked surprised, then nodded emphatically after taking the pill.
"As long as Wu is alive, I will definitely come!"

(End of this chapter)