Starting from the imperial palace guards, his clones spread all over the world.

Chapter 540 Permanent Tenfold Increase

on the official road.

The procession from Qingyi Tower was moving slowly forward.

Inside the spacious carriage, Xiao Wan, unable to withstand the ordeal, fell into a weak sleep once again.

Although Liang Jin knew that it was inappropriate to keep tormenting Xiao Wan, he couldn't find a suitable replacement at the moment.

Most importantly, after Liang Jin discovered the three levels of the "Mahagala Dharma Protector Technique," he was actually able to continue his cultivation!

This forced Liang Jin to consult Liu Yuan again in detail, confirming that none of the Dharma Kings of the Boundless Bright King Sect who had not obtained the blood of the divine tortoise could continue their cultivation.

This seemed to make Liang Jin realize something:

"It seems that only the blood of the divine tortoise can enable the successful practice of the Mahakala Dharma Protector Technique."

"To be precise, any blood from a divine beast will do."

"The serpent blood and black blood I fused with should also have the same effect."

After figuring it out, Liang Jin began to cultivate with peace of mind.

But new problems have also emerged.

Liang Jin quickly mastered the first three levels of the "Mahagala Protector Kung Fu".

However, after the third level, it becomes as difficult as ascending to heaven.

After the third stage of cultivation, one can also engage in individual practice, but dual cultivation still provides additional blessings.

Even though Liang Jin and Xiao Wan practiced diligently for days on end, they made very little progress.

The difficulty of this cultivation was even greater than that of any of the Earth-level secret manuals that Liang Jin had practiced, and the progress was much slower.

Liu Yuan told Liang Jin that this was normal.

Those ancient Dharma Kings who were able to fully master the nine levels of the "Mahagala Protector's Power" all spent sixty or seventy years.

Upon hearing this, Liang Jin felt it was not worth it.

Even if someone starts practicing the "Mahagala Dharma Protector Technique" at the age of ten, and can perfect it by the age of seventy or eighty, they will be able to roam the world freely.

Human lifespan is ultimately limited. After reaching seventy or eighty years old, there are only a few years left to live. At this point, even if one is invincible in the world, one has already lost too much of the joy.

As the saying goes, "Picking flowers in the morning and gathering them in the evening."

The things we longed for in our youth, we can only obtain in our old age, but the joy of those days is long gone.

Liu Yuan seemed to have seen through Liang Jin's thoughts and sighed:
"Therefore, in ancient times, all the Dharma Kings who were able to cultivate the Mahakala Dharma Protector Practice to the point of perfection were all highly accomplished in Buddhism."

"Spending so much time practicing a martial art is not only a test of physical strength and willpower, but also a test of character and understanding of life."

“Everyone has different pursuits. If it were me, I wouldn’t want to practice this martial art either.”

Liu Yuan lived a life of great suffering, constantly seeking revenge.

But if she waits seventy or eighty years, her enemies will all be old and dead, and revenge will be meaningless.

Upon hearing this, Liang Jin's heart stirred:
Am I being too impatient?

Liang Jin complained that practicing the "Mahagala Protector Kung Fu" was too slow.

It is believed that even if all of Liang Jin's clones and his main body cultivate together, it would still take more than ten years to master them.

If the system offers a chance to increase martial arts proficiency through daily check-ins, which can reduce the time required, it would probably still take ten years.

Such speed is enough to shock the world.

But for Liang Jin, it was still too slow.

Because he was already used to being able to quickly master any martial art in a short period of time.

Sometimes, when he completes system tasks, he can master a level-one martial art overnight.

As a result, Liang Jin had long since accepted high efficiency and always found it difficult to accept a normal cultivation speed.

"This is not a good thing..."

"I can't accept that I'm only a little slow in cultivating the 'Mahagala Dharma Protector Technique'. If I get a Heaven-level secret manual in the future and it's even harder to cultivate, wouldn't I go crazy?"

"This can't go on!"

"I should learn to accept a slow pace of training in order to temper my character and enhance my understanding of martial arts through diligent practice."

"Only in this way can my heart be more at peace and I will not be agitated."

"It is precisely because of this that I have been able to overcome myself and achieve self-transcendence."

Liang Jin clenched his fists, having already made up his mind.

Furthermore, he intends to begin putting it into practice immediately.

In the days to come, he will no longer pursue the blessing of dual cultivation, but will allow Xiao Wan to take a long vacation.

As for himself, he will spend more time meditating and contemplating in his spare time to calm his mind, in addition to his cultivation practice.

at this time.

Suddenly, a new message popped up on the system panel.

This surprised Liang Jin slightly. Nowadays, apart from checking in every day, he had gotten used to days without new information.

Liang Jin immediately opened the system panel and saw that it displayed:
[Congratulations, host! You have successfully killed the ten thousand targets that were tracked and locked on from afar. You will receive a special reward: a permanent tenfold increase in proficiency gain when practicing martial arts.]

Liang Jin was slightly taken aback when he saw this.

"So, you killed ten thousand people?"

For a moment, Liang Jin couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

He initially thought that killing a thousand people would be extremely difficult.

However, after the battle at Cangfeng Valley, Liang Jin's killing efficiency suddenly increased several times over.

With the help of numerous Qingyilou disciples to collect names, he killed at least a thousand people in Cangfeng Valley and Liusha City.

After that, he led the Green Robe Tower from the east of the Western Desert to the west, and then from the north to the south, eliminating many forces that dared to challenge the Green Robe Tower, and killing several thousand people.

Then, in the battle to destroy the Wuliang Mingwang Sect, after Qingyilou had compiled a list of the Wuliang Mingwang Sect members, they began to take action, killing monks, Mingfei, monk soldiers, slaves, and believers, totaling several thousand people.

Based on this rough calculation, when Liang Jin left the Western Desert and entered the Great Qian Dynasty, he should have killed close to ten thousand people.

There were some people who had already been recorded in the "Thousand-Mile Tracking" list that he hadn't had time to kill yet, but it was clear that Leng You had been leading his men to kill people for him all this time.

This allowed Liang Jin to finally complete his mission of killing ten thousand people using the "Thousand-Mile Tracking" technique today.

"I'm so ruthless."

"Now I really feel that human life is becoming more and more just a number in my eyes."

Liang Jin never expected that he would feel this way after his strength, status, and power continued to rise.

Looking back, when he first entered the Western Desert, he personally killed everyone on the "Thousand-Mile Tracking" list.

When he kills, he looks into the eyes of those people and watches them die slowly.

But now, too many people are helping him kill.

He simply took a nap and did nothing, and when he woke up, dozens or even hundreds of people were no longer on his kill list.

Although Liang Jin had deliberately tried to kill some people who deserved to die and avoid some people who didn't deserve to die, how could he expect everything to go smoothly?

Liang Jin shook his head, no longer wanting to think about these meaningless feelings.

He focused his attention on the reward:

"Does it permanently increase proficiency gain tenfold when practicing martial arts?"

"This means... my martial arts training speed can be increased tenfold? And permanently!"

Looking at the reward, Liang Jin couldn't help but feel a surge of surprise.

It's true what they say, when you're feeling sleepy, the system just gives you a pillow.

He was worried that cultivation would take too long, but the system gave him a tenfold boost!
While this reward may not seem to have a significant effect in the short term, it is exceptionally generous in the long run.

The word "permanent" alone is enough to benefit Liang Jin for life.

"I wonder if my multiple clones can stack this reward effect?"

I have to try it right now!

Immediately, Liang Jin had both his clone and his main body experience the effects of the reward.

Before long, the surprise in Liang Jin's eyes grew even stronger.

"It actually works!"

"This is truly defying the heavens!"

His clone and his main body combined already allow him to cultivate at a speed five times faster than an ordinary person. And now, with this permanent tenfold amplification effect, it's equivalent to a fiftyfold increase in speed!
This means that what others take seventy or eighty years to master, he can master in just over a year!
If you add the daily sign-in rewards, he will cultivate even faster!
"Killing ten thousand people is difficult, but the reward is really awesome!"

"It's a pity it only increases martial arts proficiency. It would be even better if it could increase martial arts cultivation!"

In the system's judgment, "proficiency" and "cultivation" are two different concepts.

Martial arts "proficiency" is a quantitative process of gradually improving a martial art from level one to level nine.

The "cultivation" of martial arts is the quantified process by which a martial artist's realm improves from the ninth rank to the first rank.

Now that Liang Jin has received a reward that grants ten times the proficiency, he guesses that he might have the opportunity to receive a reward that grants ten times the cultivation level in the future.

If that's the case, then it will undoubtedly be much easier for him to become a first-grade martial artist in the future.

With such an incredible reward, Liang Jin certainly wouldn't waste it.

We can talk about tempering his character and such after he has mastered his martial arts.

His gaze shifted and he saw Xiao Wan slowly waking up.

So Liang Jin grinned:
"Xiao Wan, you're awake! That's wonderful."

"Let's continue our dual cultivation."

With that, Liang Jin lowered the carriage curtain and continued his arduous cultivation with the extremely weak Xiao Wan...

……

This practice continued until evening.

Ultimately, Liang Jincai had to stop because Xiao Wan was injured.

After he gave Xiaowan the medicine, he finally let her go and get some rest.

Otherwise, if things continue like this, Xiao Wan might be ruined.

Liang Jin looked out the car window at the women in the Qingyi Pavilion, who were making their selections.

Now, one partner for dual cultivation is clearly not enough for him; he needs more partners.

However, Liang Jin also has his own principles. He will not force others. Such things are best done with mutual consent, and it is also necessary to ensure that the dual cultivation partner is loyal enough.

not far away.

When Mu Zheluo saw that Liang Jin had finally given Xiao Wan a day off, he realized that his opportunity had come.

His bronze face flushed with excitement, and as he turned, his wolf-fur cloak fluttered, causing the tribesmen behind him to involuntarily straighten their backs.
"Quick! Bring me my prettiest daughters!"

The tribespeople looked at each other, letting out troubled sobs.

They hesitated for a moment before replying:

"The ladies were somewhat... reluctant."

After they finished speaking, they were prepared to face Muzzel's wrath.

really.

"fart!"

Mu Zhelu roared. The jeweled band around his forehead gleamed coldly with his movement. He strode up to his clansmen in three strides, his rage almost overwhelming them.

"Just a few days ago you were clamoring to meet the poster, why are you acting all coy now?"

Women in the desert all like strong men.

The owner of Qingyi Tower is undoubtedly one of the best among them.

So when the daughters heard that they would have the opportunity to spend time with Liang Jin, they were all overjoyed.

Why are you so unwilling now?
The tribesmen answered awkwardly:

"These past few days, the young ladies have been terrified by the tragic state of Miss Xiaowan."

"My girlfriends all say that the poster is even more...fierce than the fiercest male camel in the Western Desert. They're afraid...they won't be able to handle him."

Upon hearing this, Mu Zheluo's eyes widened like copper bells.

Just because of this?
However, on the other hand, the original poster did go a bit too far...

But compared to the future of the entire clan, what do a little hardship and fatigue matter?
Mu Zheluo's boots sank heavily into the sand as he spoke in a stern voice with a stern face:

“Go tell them that they are still young and don’t understand the benefits. You can tell them to ask those older women. Many women dream of a man as vigorous and capable as the poster.”

"I'll give them fifteen minutes to think it over. They have to think it through!"

"This is a matter of great importance concerning the entire clan; we cannot allow them to act willfully!"

Upon hearing this, the clansmen were about to leave to attend to their business.

But this time.

However, all the people smelled was a fragrant aroma wafting over.

The fragrance is like silk soaked in honey, wrapped in the rich aroma of osmanthus and the heavy scent of osmanthus oil, making one's temples throb.

"smell good!"

This made everyone look behind them, following the direction the wind was blowing.

In the distance, a flowing tapestry of colors appeared on the road.

That was a convoy.

The motorcade was enormous and exceptionally luxurious, truly extravagant.

The most eye-catching sight was the eight tall, pure white horses pulling the decorated float adorned with golden peacock feathers.

The stage on the carriage was ornately decorated, and twenty-four dancers, their bodies draped in light gauze, danced to the rhythm of the drums. The silver bells jingled as their waists swayed, miraculously blending with the sound of the wheels rolling over gravel.

"My God..."

Some of the clansmen rubbed their eyes and muttered to themselves.

Liang Jin's carriage was large enough, as big as a house.

Even if Liang Jin's carriage were placed in this caravan, it would look like an inconspicuous withered leaf.

The central carriage was a veritable mobile palace, with all the white jade carved panels on its four sides removed to reveal a soft couch covered with snow fox fur.

A middle-aged man leaned against it, a crystal-clear luminous cup between his fingers, surrounded by maids holding platters of fresh fruit on ice.

As soon as he frowned, someone immediately brought an incense burner close and accurately enveloped him in the smoke of ambergris.

"It's Shen Wanshi!"

Mr. Ding appeared behind Mu Zheluo at some point, his eyes fixed on the gilded wine pot in the caravan—the emerald inlay around the spout alone was worth ten years' worth of food for a small family.

Come to think of it, the only person who could be so extravagant is probably Shen Wanshi.

Mujahro noticed an even more horrifying detail: there were as many as five hundred laborers clearing the way, filling in potholes, leveling obstacles, and building bridges over rivers to ensure the caravan could proceed smoothly.

The guards' swords were wrapped in silk, as if afraid that the metallic scraping sound of drawing their swords would disturb their master's enjoyment.

Then look at the lychees that were carelessly discarded along the way. Those were rare items that could only be transported by fast horses for three days and three nights, using lead boxes stuffed with ice.

"A procession of two thousand people..."

Muzhaluo roughly counted the number of people in the caravan and couldn't help but be amazed.

It is said that the Great Qian is rich in resources and is a land of plenty.

Such a display was comparable to that of a king in the Kingdom of Shalli.

"His grandma's!"

"You dare flaunt your wealth in front of me?!"

Mu Zheluo touched her slightly dry lips:
"If this were in the Western Desert, this kid would be dead for sure. I'd take everything he owns!"

As he spoke, he pointed his thick finger at Shen Wanshi's convoy:

"Steal his car!"

"Take away his servants, take away his women... huh?"

Muzheluo's gaze turned displeased:
"Damn it! How come his women are prettier than my daughter?"

The women in Shen Wanshi's entourage, whether dancers or maids, were all carefully selected, with skin as white as snow.

In comparison, Muzhaluo's daughters, who had endured the harshness of the desert winds and sands year after year, paled in comparison.

This made Muzhaluo very unhappy.

He had originally wanted to use his daughter's beauty to please Liang Jin, but now he couldn't offer her any more.

(End of this chapter)