Two Realms High Martial Arts: Gathering the Heavens to Become a Great Luo Immortal

Chapter 138 Divine Child Adam, Fist Intent Secret Technique, Drunken Immortal Wine

Dasheng World

Capital

"Boom!"

The resounding crash of the massive, tens-of-tons-heavy door being pushed open...

This shocked almost all the residents near the city gates.

Especially with the massive city gate of Yong'an Gate being pushed open so wide,

That's the Imperial Street leading straight towards the Forbidden City at the very center of Beijing.

It was already bustling with activity.

Countless ordinary citizens of the capital peered out curiously from their homes, restaurants, and other places.

I wonder why this door is open today?

Who is this distinguished person who wants to enter through this door?

The last time Yongding Gate was so grand was when Grand Secretary Boyan returned to his hometown.

Could this visitor be someone extraordinary as well?

In an instant, not only the people of the capital, but also the Seven Gods Church of the Western Continent and the powerful figures from all sides in the city turned their attention to this place, and then they were all dumbfounded.

Before the vast gate of Yongding City, only one figure in black calmly and unhurriedly walked out.

He was tall and slender, with an upright posture and a refined and elegant demeanor, yet he appeared to be only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Countless eyes were on Li Xijun, who casually pushed the city gate, weighing tens of tons, shut it tightly.

Then, calmly and seemingly oblivious to others, he walked straight along the Imperial Street.

With his speed, he crossed the main road and entered the famous National Martial Arts Masters Association in the entire capital in the blink of an eye.

In an instant, the entire capital city was like a boiling pot of water, with countless heated discussions erupting everywhere.

"A martial saint! Truly a young martial saint!"

"This is unbelievable! Could I be seeing things?"

"How could the weight of Yongding Gate, weighing tens of tons, be fake? It must be the work of a Martial Saint who has reached the pinnacle!"

"The Church of the Seven Gods brought together powerful members of Sequence 4 from various families to participate in the Martial Arts Tournament, and even included a son of the God of War."

"Now that such a young martial arts master has arrived in the capital, this city is truly going to be lively!"

"This year's [Eastern and Western Continents' Number One Martial Arts Tournament] is truly something to watch."

Church of the Goddess of Night

The female potion-making cultivator, a Sequence 3 cultivator, who was completely concealed in a black robe and carrying an oil lamp, sighed softly.

"He has now become a Martial Saint."

"It might have been a mistake to pay Annie for help and have her offer a reward for a Marrow Cleansing Master's intervention."

"This person is too talented in martial arts. The mediocre martial artists of Dasheng who have no future are completely useless against him."

"We still need a high-ranking potion master to take action."

She whispered to herself, her eyes flickering, wondering what it would be like to carry out an assassination in the dark.

"While Li Boyan may not be able to protect us in the capital, the situation here is far more complex."

A bronze instrument, resembling a dial telephone, made a sound.

"Based on calculations, there are at least three True Monarchs of Manifestation in the capital. If any one of them intends to protect him, you will die."

"So, are we just going to let him continue to grow like this? Don't forget, he's still a genius at refining spirits."

The high-ranking monk of the Goddess of Night was somewhat anxious.

"The God of Knowledge and the God of Storms, in league with the Church of Light, have seized control of the southeast."

"The Church of Light even gave Hong Tianwang the position of God's brother and a Sequence 1 potion."

"The only faith we can seize is the North."

"Hehe. You're too impatient, Indis. Who said it's only in the north?"

A typical laugh from an old-fashioned British aristocrat came from the other end of the phone. The portly yet gentlemanly man said in a low voice:

"The Western Regions, which were occupied by Buddhism, were a true treasure trove."

"That old emperor has already agreed that as long as we kill the abbot of Tashilhunpo Monastery in the Western Regions, he will allow us to begin spreading the glory of our Lord throughout the Tibetan region."

These seductive words caused Indis to change her breathing.

But having developed an obsession with Li Xijun, she couldn't help but ask:

"So, should we just let him grow, and give the Great Sheng another Martial Saint of Fist Intent and Manifestation True Lord?"

"This matter... I'll leave it to my dear God Child of the Church of War."

The voice on the other end of the metal mechanical communication device grew one of awe and anticipation.

"He will bring us a battle filled with blood, violence, and death!"

Church of the God of War

A bald old man dressed in a gentleman's black tuxedo, but with explosive muscles and an aura of violence and divinity, suddenly grinned.

"Adam, this time in the [Eastern and Western Continents World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament], there is someone we must kill."

"Who?"

A handsome young man with standard blond hair and blue eyes, somewhat thin but humble and polite, like the perfect knight in a novel, stopped swinging his sword and turned to look at his teacher with curiosity.

"Li Xijun is the most talented martial arts genius in the Eastern Continent. His strength has surpassed that of ordinary martial saints."

"Adam, the opportunity for you to perform the [ritual] and ascend to Sequence 3 lies within him."

An aura of war, death, and plague emanated from the old man, making him seem like a knight of the gods who brought disaster.

"I want you to tear his body apart, sever his head, bathe in his blood, and ascend the throne of the higher potion order in front of everyone."

A fervent fighting spirit appeared on the face of that seemingly frail but handsome young man.

"Yes, teacher!"

"I will complete my advancement ceremony at this martial arts tournament, shattering the pride and backbone of the martial artists of the Eastern Continent!"

National Martial Arts Masters Association

The pavilions here are extremely grand, and behind them lies a hidden world, covering a vast area with many magnificent buildings standing side by side.

When Li Xijun entered, he glanced at her casually with his mental scan and didn't find it strange.

After all, the Manifestation True Lord, and the Sequence 2 and Sequence 1 angels are extremely rare beings in this world.

Even the guillotine is the path of martial arts.

However, once one cultivates to the level of Martial Saint, one can be considered a regional overlord.

Even a Nascent Soul cultivator would avoid a martial saint at their peak, determined not to appear within a hundred paces of them.

Even if it is a Sequence 3 of the higher sequence in the potion sequence, the Fist Intent Martial Saint may still suffer mutual destruction, or even win by a severe margin.

It's only natural that the National Martial Arts Grandmasters Association, which gathers so many martial arts masters, would have such a luxurious venue in the capital.

"Haha, my dear nephew, you've finally arrived!"

Li Xijun made such a commotion, coming in without any attempt to hide it.

The members of the National Martial Arts Masters Association had naturally been looking forward to it for a long time.

When Li Xijun entered the hall

A man with a full head of silver hair, his beard bushy and white, like a burst of blossoms, but also silver.

The elderly man, who looked like a silver-haired lion, shouted in an extremely loud voice.

He was a burly man who strode up to Li Xijun.

"Excellent, excellent! Truly, your vital energy and blood are abundant, like a deep ocean!"

He patted Li Xijun on the shoulder warmly and said:

"Nephew, I had a deep friendship with Yuan Rong back then. You don't need to stand on ceremony since you've come to our martial arts masters' association."

"Yes, thank you, senior."

Li Xijun did not sense any malice from the other party, so she bowed in a manner befitting a junior.

He could sense that the other person's internal energy and blood were equally powerful.

This has already surpassed the scope of an ordinary martial saint; it should also be an existence that has condensed the intent of fist.

"Haha, I am Ao Jinshan. If you don't mind, you can call me Uncle-Master."

Ao Jinshan, who had just patted Li Xijun on the shoulder, was equally alarmed.

He actually sensed an extremely dangerous feeling emanating from Li Xijun.

As a martial arts master of martial arts, he strongly believed in this kind of premonition.

He often had a sudden sense of crisis before encountering danger, which allowed him to avoid many disasters.

If they weren't friends, he would definitely avoid Li Xijun if he hadn't been outwardly rough but inwardly meticulous.

"Come on, come on, the president of the Grandmaster Association and another elder are both here today. I'll show you around and introduce you to them."

He enthusiastically led Li Xijun into the usual meeting hall.

As soon as the two entered, the atmosphere in the hall, knowing that Li Xijun was coming, became quite solemn.

On either side were large ebony chairs, where several martial saints and several grandmasters who had achieved the Great Perfection of Marrow Cleansing took their seats.

Three armchairs were reserved at the very front, for the most honored seats.

The far left side is empty, while the right side features a very gentlemanly middle-aged man.

The middle position is clearly above the president's seat.

Sitting there was a simply dressed, even somewhat slovenly old man with disheveled hair.

Li Xijun glanced at them, seemingly unconcerned about the people on either side.

After only briefly noticing the two people ahead, he knew...

In addition to Ao Jinshan, who came to recruit him,

These three should be the three most powerful martial arts masters in the Grandmasters Association right now.

"Come, come, let me introduce you all. This is my nephew, the young martial arts master who has shaken the capital today."

Ao Jinshan was quite generous and enthusiastic, and took the initiative to introduce most of the people at the meeting to Li Xijun.

The members of the National Martial Arts Masters Association naturally acted amiably, as no one was foolish enough to offend a seventeen or eighteen-year-old martial arts master.

Until Li Xijun followed and arrived in front of the two people at the head of the table.

"This is the leader of the alliance, the Gentleman Sword, Yue Lingfeng, also known as Yue Wusheng, who is publicly recognized by the people of the Five Sacred Mountains and the region."

Upon hearing Ao Jinshan's words, the middle-aged martial saint, who appeared to be a gentleman and very gentle, chatted and laughed without any airs.

When Li Xijun arrived in front of the president of the National Martial Arts Masters Association...

"hope Jun, this is Dugu Bo, the current president of the Grandmaster Association."

Just as Ao Jinshan was about to continue, a red light flashed in the eyes of the simply dressed old man, and he spoke:

"Your internal energy and blood are now complete, and you have achieved the Great Perfection of Martial Saint."

These words immediately silenced the entire room.

Many people looked at Li Xijun in astonishment. They thought that this young man had only recently entered the Martial Saint realm, but they did not expect that he had already reached the Blood Transformation Perfection stage!

"Your senior has keen insight."

With Li Xijun's current strength, he had no intention of hiding anything and nodded in agreement.

This made the several Blood Transformation Martial Saints, who had just met and talked with Li Xijun and put on an attitude of "Senior thinks highly of you" and "Young man, you must work hard to cultivate," blush with embarrassment.

"Yes, she is indeed a prodigy."

The unassuming old man looked at the young man before him and said calmly:

"Do you know how a Martial Saint can successfully condense his fist intent?"

"This junior is unaware; I humbly request Senior Dugu's guidance."

Upon hearing this, Li Xijun immediately perked up.

The reason he came to the National Martial Arts Masters Association was to learn about the methods of condensing fist intent from these martial arts saints.

"The Great Sheng Martial Arts' Blood Exchange Perfection is the pinnacle of the physical body. If we want to break through to the next level, we can only move towards the spiritual realm."

"The method of condensing the intent of the fist, in the final analysis, is to stimulate your spirit."

As Dugu Bo spoke, the entire room fell silent, with all the martial saints listening intently.

"This step is simple in some ways. Some people, in their youth, firmly believe in something and are willing to sacrifice their lives for their beliefs. Their emotions surge and their minds are excited. The will they have at that time is as strong as gold and iron. Even if they are subjected to all kinds of torture, they are not afraid of death."

"It's just that those people lack sufficient physical strength and blood, so even if they had such an opportunity, they couldn't seize it and couldn't condense their own will."

"By the time they reach the perfect Martial Saint realm, most martial artists have already become as hard as a rock. They have experienced too much and are getting old. Even if their physical bodies are still strong, it is difficult to ignite their fighting spirit."

"Fortunately, our National Martial Arts Masters Association has also developed a resource through years of research."

"It is called Drunken Immortal Wine. After drinking it, one's usual rationality and repression will be reduced, and one's spirit will be stimulated. If one encounters something that is difficult to resolve, one can easily concentrate one's will."

When Dugu Bo said this, he looked at Li Xijun.

"With your talent, perhaps you really can go and see the road ahead."

"Therefore, I won't pose any difficult questions."

"All you need to do is participate in this [East-West Continent World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament] and perform to the best of your ability."

"Afterwards, it will be considered your contribution and can be exchanged for this [Drunken Immortal Wine]."

"At the same time, I can also point you to a good place that can help stimulate the will in your heart."

Dugu Bo spoke with great composure and calmness.

Their National Martial Arts Grandmasters Association was established to find like-minded martial arts masters, to discuss and explore the path forward in martial arts.

Naturally, I'm willing to help Li Xijun this time, so that he can break through to become a Martial Saint of Fist Intent as soon as possible.

"Thank you, Senior Dugu. I will do my best in this [Eastern and Western Continents' Number One Martial Arts Tournament]."

Seeing that the other party was so open and honest,

Li Xijun was also willing to reciprocate, and incidentally kill some cultivators from the Western Continent.

"I just don't know what the process is for this [Eastern and Western Continents' Number One Martial Arts Tournament]."

"It's simple. Each side will send five people. The side that fights to the very end will be the winner."

Ao Jinshan began to explain from the side:

"Since no high-level sequence potion cultivators like Sequence 3 have emerged from the Western Continent, we can't very well unleash our Fist Intent Martial Saint power."

"With your skills, Junior Nephew, you'll be recommended by our National Martial Arts Masters Association. There's no need to go through any selection process. In ten days, just go out there and give those damn Westerners a good beating!"

"Oh, by the way, this is a martial arts competition held before the emperor. Nephew, you should perform well; you might even receive a reward."

Li Xijun nodded slightly after listening.

If that's the case, then this year's "World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament of the Eastern and Western Continents" will indeed be a piece of cake for him.

(End of this chapter)