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Chapter 149 Yanluo and Wu Ming

Before everyone's eyes, Yan Luo's figure materialized in the air. She was wearing a light purple robe and floated ten feet above the ground, her eyes filled with a hint of tenderness and playfulness.

The primordial spirit manifests!

This is also a characteristic of the fourth refinement of the primordial spirit. Before the fourth refinement, no matter how strong the soul power is, it is impossible to make the primordial spirit manifest in the daytime. Only when you reach the fourth refinement level can you truly make the primordial spirit manifest. This is actually the foundation for cultivating the Dharma form.

At this moment, Yanluo looked down at the crowd on both sides of the riverbank from her high vantage point. With her cultivation at the fourth level of the Primordial Spirit Realm, she naturally exuded a transcendent air. The leap in her cultivation level had long since allowed her vision to transcend the boundaries of the third level.

at the same time,

Unbeknownst to all the warriors along the White Desert River, including Yan Luo, two figures stood amidst a pile of rocks on a hill far from the riverbank, their gazes fixed on the White Desert River.

One of them, dressed in purple, was a woman of elegant and beautiful appearance. She gazed at the banks of the White Desert River, taking in the scene there. With a faint smile on her face, she said, "Yan'er has been cultivating with me since childhood. She has extremely high talent in primordial spirit. She has also walked with me in the mortal world and knows the wickedness of people's hearts, but she still lacks some experience."

"Now, after all this experience, I have finally gained something and entered the fourth level of refinement. I hope Brother Liu will forgive my poor performance."

As the woman in purple spoke, she glanced at the figure beside her, a hint of smugness in her eyes.

The world is ever-changing. For a Nascent Soul cultivator like her, nothing is more satisfying than seeing her disciple excel, except for her own breakthrough in cultivation. With Yan Luo's talent, she has reached the fourth level of Nascent Soul cultivation at the young age of twenty. Even in the entire Yong Kingdom, she can be considered a peerless genius. It is not impossible for her to reach the fifth level of Nascent Soul cultivation in the future, or even surpass her and enter the higher sixth level.

"Fellow Daoist Ziyuan's disciple is indeed extremely talented, and his future achievements will surely be extraordinary."

Liu Muyuan spoke in a leisurely tone.

"That's all for the future, and it still needs time to settle... I've heard that Brother Liu has also taken on a talented disciple?"

Suddenly, Master Ziyuan changed the subject.

After hearing Ziyuan's words, Liu Muyuan did not answer immediately. Instead, he turned his gaze to the distance on the banks of the Baimo River. After a few breaths, he said in a gentle tone, "He's here."

After sending Wu Ming to the border stronghold for training, Liu Muyuan had not paid attention to Wu Ming's affairs for a long time. On the one hand, he was busy with an important matter, and on the other hand, the truly top experts in this world are not cultivated by quiet contemplation. They all rely on their own experience and willpower to endure countless hardships before they can stand out step by step.

Wu Ming is a rough gem, exceptionally talented, capable of mastering the Divine Firmament Upper Purity Talisman. In his view, his talent is no less than that of Yan Luo. However, just as Zi Yuan sent Yan Luo to the border for training, even the strongest talent needs to be honed, and even the finest rough gem needs to be sculpted. He can only provide Wu Ming with the necessary cultivation methods, scriptures, and guidance on the path; everything else must be left to Wu Ming to grow on his own.

"Oh?"

Ziyuan's eyes flickered slightly as she turned her gaze toward the riverbank.

Liu Muyuan's origins are mysterious, and even she doesn't know his true background. She naturally pays attention to the disciples Liu Muyuan has taken in, especially since not long ago she discovered that Yanluo had suffered a primordial spirit injury. After inquiring in detail, she learned that it was done by Liu Muyuan's disciple Wu Ming, which surprised her.

For a place like Jingye City to produce a Daoist genius is truly extraordinary. Moreover, although Liu Muyuan has some knowledge of Daoist magic, in her understanding, she is not very proficient in it. Under such circumstances, the fact that she can cultivate a disciple whose Daoist magic surpasses that of Yanluo indicates that Wu Ming's Daoist talent is likely even stronger than Yanluo's.

In particular, after asking Yan Luo in detail about the thunder technique Wu Ming used, she felt that it was likely one of the ancient thunder techniques.

but,

Yan Luo's ordeal turned out to be a blessing in disguise. She had never truly suffered a loss before, but now, after being tempered and tempered, she had shed her sharp edges and discovered her potential, thus breaking through the bottleneck of the fourth level of refinement in one fell swoop.

This was naturally a happy event for Ziyuan, so she temporarily put Wu Ming's matter aside. After all, she wouldn't bully the weak and seek revenge for her disciple. Now that Yanluo had broken through her realm and was able to easily get revenge, she didn't need to interfere. In fact, she had to remind Yanluo not to go too far, otherwise it wouldn't look good in front of Liu Muyuan.

of course,

Ziyuan was quite curious about Wu Ming, this Taoist genius who had emerged from a small place. At this moment, she looked towards the Baimo Riverbank and soon saw a handsome young man wearing a flying fish robe, carrying a long spear, walking ashore in the distance.

"It's really him."

Ziyuan already knew from Yanluo that Wu Ming had appeared at Tingxuexuan once and had even caught her attention, so she naturally didn't doubt Yanluo's words. She was just confirming it again, and she was quite surprised.

At that time, she discovered that Wu Ming had cultivated his primordial spirit. In a small place like Jingye City, to be able to cultivate one's primordial spirit to a certain level with some second-rate techniques was indeed quite talented. However, she already had Yan Luo, a prodigy disciple, whom she was grooming as her last disciple. Naturally, she had little interest in Wu Ming and did not pay much attention to him afterward. Little did she know that her casual letting go at that time would lead to Wu Ming becoming a disciple of Liu Muyuan.

Although she felt a little regretful about this, she remained relatively calm, after all, her Yanluo was no less impressive than others.

……

The banks of the Baimo River.

Wu Ming, carrying the Xuan Tie spear, stepped ashore and, even from a distance, could see the chaotic riverbank and the disorderly scene there. With just a brief glance, he roughly understood what was going on.

He looked up at the sky above, where the primordial spirit of Yanluo had materialized, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

After Yan Luo manifested her primordial spirit, she saw that all the disciples of the various sects below had lost their will to fight and no one dared to compete with her anymore. She then planned to leave with the Blood Essence Pearl, but at that moment, her soul sense swept over and she saw Wu Ming rushing over from a distance. "Huh."

"He's here too."

Upon seeing Wu Ming, Yan Luo immediately became interested.

A slight smile curved her lips as she manifested her primordial spirit, extending a small hand to gently lift the Blood Essence Pearl. Then, she piloted her flying sword and headed towards the direction from which Wu Ming was approaching.

As soon as Yan Luo made that move, Yan Chuyu, Qian Qiu, and the others on the riverbank all turned their attention to her and saw Wu Ming rushing towards them. They saw Wu Ming and Yan Luo soon meet.

"Why did this woman go after him?"

Yan Chuyu frowned slightly upon seeing this scene.

Yan Luo took the initiative to greet Wu Ming, though she didn't think it was a good thing, but at the moment she was powerless to help.

"Wu Ming is here too, but he's come at the worst possible time."

Qian Qiu shook his head inwardly.

Wu Ming's spear skills this time have already shown the sharpness of the number one person in Jingye City. Even if he did not defeat Xiao Yang and others in a head-on battle, probably no one would dare to say that they could beat Wu Ming. But then a Daoist master named Yan Luo appeared, whose primordial spirit has entered the fourth level of refinement. Now, no matter how high Wu Ming's spear skills are, they are useless in front of a Daoist master at the fourth level of refinement.

……

"Lord Wu, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

Yan Luo manifested her primordial spirit, riding a flying needle to appear in front of Wu Ming. Looking down at Wu Ming from above, a smile appeared on her pretty face. She spoke softly, her voice carrying a hint of allure that would make an ordinary person's bones go numb.

Wu Ming remained calm, looked up at Yan Luo, and said, "It's only been a few months since we last met, but Miss Yan Luo's Taoist skills have improved greatly. I haven't had a chance to congratulate you yet... Speaking of which, Miss Yan Luo still owes me some resources. You shouldn't have forgotten, right?"

Yan Luo lightly covered her mouth and chuckled: "Of course I haven't forgotten. This top-grade Blood Essence Pearl is far more valuable than the Clear Condensation Laurel. Although it is a rare treasure for martial arts cultivation, it is more than enough to exchange for a piece of Clear Condensation Laurel. I hope Lord Wu will have no objection to using this to make up for the debt from last time?"

Say it.

Yan Luo then gently tossed the Blood Essence Pearl in her hand toward Wu Ming.

It seemed as if she was simply tossing this extremely valuable treasure to Wu Ming, but the actual situation was quite different. The moment she threw out the Blood Essence Pearl, a wisp of soul energy condensed and transformed into a magnificent purple aura, carrying the Blood Essence Pearl toward Wu Ming. This magnificent purple aura formed a large hand, seemingly holding the Blood Essence Pearl, but in reality, it contained a terrifying sealing power!

Purple Origin Qi Great Handprint!

This is a Taoist technique and one of the Taoist methods that Yanluo cultivates. After she entered the fourth level of refinement, the power of this technique also greatly increased. The purple hand of energy that her primordial spirit conjured up had a suppressive force far exceeding a thousand pounds!
It should be noted that Xiao Yang, a top-tier expert with three blood levels, could easily lift a massive boulder when he exerted his strength, yet he still couldn't withstand Yan Luo's palm strike and was directly knocked over on the riverbank. This shows that even if the force of that palm strike wasn't quite ten thousand jun, it wasn't far off!
Whether it's martial arts techniques or Taoist supernatural powers, their abilities are immense, reaching a terrifying level, almost inhuman. If they could take another step forward and enter the Five Blood Five Refinements stage, they would completely transcend the mortal realm.

"It's this trick again."

On the distant riverbank, Xiao Yang had barely recovered some of his strength and climbed out of the pit. At this moment, looking into the distance, he saw Zi Yuan's huge handprint pressing down on Wu Ming, and his expression changed repeatedly.

Ning Bufan, Qian Qiu, and the others also watched this scene. They had all seen how Xiao Yang had been suppressed before, so they naturally knew the power of this move, and for a moment they all fell silent.

How will Wu Ming defend himself?
Supported by a black iron spear?

I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on. After all, that purple hand isn't a real hand; it's a palm print conjured by his primordial spirit. It's pointless if he doesn't break that palm print. Even if the Xuan Iron Spear is strong enough, it's difficult to break it with the force of ten thousand jun. But the purple hand can also completely penetrate the Xuan Iron Spear and directly attack Wu Ming's body, knocking him to the ground.

Just as silence fell over the riverbank and everyone stared intently, Wu Ming calmly and unhurriedly planted his spear lightly on the ground, then raised his right hand and lifted it upwards.

Boom! ! !

A surge of powerful earthly energy erupted.

A withered, yellowish-brown primordial spirit hand emerged from Wu Ming's body, drawing up countless grains of sand and gravel from the ground. It lifted the sand and gravel upwards and collided directly with the purple hand, unleashing a deafening roar.

In an instant, sand flew everywhere, and the roar continued. Even the mist that the spiritual tide had gathered on the Baimo River was partially dispersed by the aftershocks of the collision.

Amidst the swirling sand,

Wu Ming gently reached up and caught the falling Blood Essence Pearl.

(End of this chapter)