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

Chapter 153 Time Flies, Zhang Fuhu Awakens

Dasheng World

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When Li Xijun returned, feeling like he was returning home in glory, dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit, and was about to head to the Killing Body Martial Arts School,

Something unexpected happened!

He encountered a traffic jam just one street away from the Killing Martial Arts School.

To be more precise, it was because there were just too many people around the Killing Martial Arts School, a complete swarm of them, causing rickshaws, pedicabs, and even ordinary people's carts to be stuck there.

Furthermore, as Li Xijun scanned the area with his mental power, he discovered many completely unfamiliar young people, dressed in ways that did not resemble those of locals, and even families with children, all crammed together there.

This somewhat strange scene left Li Xijun a little bewildered, so she could only grab a delivery guy next to her.

"Hey buddy, what's going on here? I remember the Killing Body Martial Arts School isn't located in the city center. It's in this area on the eastern outskirts of the city, and there's a large open space there. Why is it so congested now?"

While asking out of curiosity, Li Xijun casually tossed over a small piece of silver.

This made the previously impatient errand boy beam with joy. After biting the silver coin with his teeth, he quickly spoke:

"Hey, judging by your attire, you look like you're from the West, don't you?"

After confirming the effects of the [Heavenly Soul Dew], Li Xijun went directly to the bathroom to time travel, and was indeed wearing the uniform issued by the Qingquan Chunhui Palace.

It's not surprising that people would mistake me for someone else.

After finishing his explanation, the deliveryman continued to talk at length:

"The fact that you ask this question shows that you are unaware of the major events that have recently occurred in our Great Sheng."

"Before that, Li Wusheng from our Jinmen Killing Martial Arts School went to the capital and killed that War God Child at the East-West Continent World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament, becoming the undisputed number one in the world on both sides."

"Later, he traveled westward, and it is said that at the summit of a snow-capped mountain, he comprehended the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, instantly condensing the unparalleled sword intent that was the strongest in the world, enough to make even gods and Buddhas tremble, and thus becoming a Martial Saint of Fist Intent!"

When the errand boy spoke, he sounded seven or eight parts like a storyteller in a restaurant, and a number of people gathered around, listening intently.

"Wow, good heavens! When Li Wusheng unleashed his first strike, the blade light soared to the heavens, illuminating the entire Western Regions as if it were daytime. Not only did it slaughter all the Martial Saints, Grandmasters, and Lords of the Great Snow Mountain Western Regions, causing rivers of blood to flow, but it even slew the Nascent Soul stage cultivators!"

"That was a divine being who could travel the world in spirit and roam thousands of miles at night, a real person comparable to our Governor of Tianjin, and he was chopped down with a single stroke."

"This has attracted people from all over the country who want to learn martial arts to come to Tianjin. Some people have been queuing for three days just to become disciples of the Killing Body Martial Arts School."

Hear this,

After confirming that there was nothing wrong at the martial arts school, Li Xijun casually tossed another coin to the other party.

"Well said, you've got seventy percent of the storyteller's skill. Here's your reward."

Having said that, Li Xijun no longer concealed himself and soared into the sky. The gazes of the group of martial arts students below flew straight into the Killing Body Martial Arts Hall.

In this scene, someone shouted, "It's the number one martial arts master in the world, Li Wusheng!" This immediately caused an uproar inside and outside the Killing Martial Arts School.

The young man who had just run the errand was stunned, staring at the figure that had disappeared into the sky.

Inside the Killing Martial Arts School

When Li Xijun arrived at the familiar outdoor martial arts training ground...

The place was already packed with people. On weekdays, the inner disciples maintained order, or, like Yu Xiangyang before him, instructed their disciples and taught them martial arts in the main square.

Li Xijun's arrival caused a sensation, but with Meng Qifeng, the senior disciple, keeping things in order, most of the excited disciples soon dispersed and went about their duties.

After responding with smiles and nods all the way, Li Xijun crossed the martial arts square outside and arrived at the familiar main gate of the house.

The plaques on the doors of the houses have clearly been changed.

The once unassuming calligraphy plaque has disappeared, replaced by a magnificent plaque with gold lettering on a red background, bearing the eight large characters: "The First Under Heaven in the East and West".

After staring blankly at the plaque for a moment, Li Xijun shook his head and walked back into the main hall of the house without paying any attention.

The decorations were not much different from when he left Tianjin, and the martial arts manuals in the hidden compartments were still there, except that there was a new blood transfusion formula from the National Martial Arts Masters Association.

He stared at the grand master's chair in the back hall for a long time.

He still vividly remembers the old man's eyes, which looked like those of a sick tiger.

Now, the visualization method within that blood-stained bundle has helped him achieve the status of a Nascent Soul cultivator. The top-grade magic weapon, the flying sword, is still under his bed in the villa, waiting for him to spend time refining it.

Unbeknownst to him, those who were once only figures Meng Qifeng could look up to in restaurants—the Governor of Tianjin, the Abbot of Wusheng Temple, and other beings who had transcended the physical body—had come to be.

Now, before him, there was not much difference between him and the Dalai Lama of the Western Regions whom he had killed before.

Time flies. It's truly amazing.

Li Xijun couldn't help but sigh at the passage of time. With a quick step, she turned and walked into the room where she was recuperating.

Zhang Fuhu on the bed seemed to be fast asleep, his body radiating a powerful aura that was no less than that of the Martial Saint of Fist Intent in his prime.

However, upon closer inspection, one would find that the person's spirit is not apparent, and is even extremely weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, barely maintaining its existence.

This made him look more like a living dead.

If it weren't for the [Heavenly Soul Dew] brought by Li Xijun, things would probably have continued like this until their lifespan was exhausted.

"Master, I'm back."

Li Xijun's expression was firm as he stepped forward and took out the small, pale blue jade bottle containing the [Heavenly Soul Dew] from his bosom.

"go!"

With a thought, Li Xijun used her mental power, like the gentlest tentacle, to firmly press the bright, pale blue dewdrop onto Zhang Fuhu's brow and sea of ​​consciousness.

The moment the drop of [Celestial Soul Dew] touched the skin, it did not slip off, but rather seeped in instantly like water droplets merging into a sponge. A deep, pale blue light suddenly shone at the center of the brow.

The original divine soul essence, which was as weak and almost dormant as a candle flickering in the wind, was infused with supreme vitality as this pure and clean star energy surged in. The faint flame of the divine soul trembled violently, and then, like a wick doused with divine oil, it began to stabilize and brighten.

As his soul rapidly recovered and coalesced, a long-dormant yet still incomparably domineering will began to awaken. This will belonged to "fist intent," the culmination of Zhang Fuhu's lifelong martial arts spirit as a martial arts saint.

In an instant, the room moved without any wind! An invisible "force," filled with ruthless killing intent and indomitable will, suddenly erupted from the old man!

The invisible, heavy pressure and the booming of qi and blood in the room subsided instantly once the power of that drop of [Celestial Soul Dew] was completely absorbed.

In this silence.

Li Xijun's gaze remained almost fixed on the bed.

Suddenly,

Zhang Fuhu's eyelids, which had been tightly closed for who knows how long, suddenly trembled, and then, without any warning, his eyes suddenly opened!

At this moment, the old man was like a big cat that had suddenly woken up. He sprang up from the bed in an instant, his eyes flashing like the pupils of a tiger, filled with instinctive killing intent and a terrifying aura.

But then, with his powerful control over his physical body and mind, he instantly realized something. His aura rapidly subsided, as if he had returned to his usual self as the old man at the martial arts school. He relaxed and sat back down on the bed.

When his soul was damaged, memories of various sounds from the outside world surfaced in his mind.

Especially after realizing that his physical body and soul had both returned to their peak condition...

Zhang Fuhu's gaze slowly shifted, finally settling on Li Xijun, who was anxiously watching him from the bedside.

That fierce, domineering light, which had just been unleashed and was as ferocious as a tiger,

It instantly transformed into a complex emotion that was difficult to describe:

There was relief, there was relief, there was the weariness of having experienced life and death.

There was an even stronger sense of emotion, almost to the point of tears.

Even a martial artist like him knew very well how precious that drop of treasure that could heal and strengthen his soul was.

If this were to get out, even the Manifestation Saint True Lord would probably have his head smashed over.

But Li Xijun actually used it on him, a living dead man.

From a purely dark psychological perspective, this old man who had brought back the supreme concept of enlightenment was actually of no value to Li Xijun now.

But that's exactly what they did.

For a moment, Mr. Zhang's feelings were extremely complicated, and when he spoke, he was choked up and trembling without even realizing it.

"hope Jun, you...you..."

"Master, it's good that you're awake. Don't worry about anything else."

Seeing Zhang Fuhu's attitude, Li Xijun put away the remaining [Heavenly Immortal Soul Dew] and chuckled as usual.

This martial saint, who had once traveled the world and crawled out of piles of corpses in the great battles between the East and the West, took a deep breath, suppressed all the emotions in his heart, and then returned to normal.

At the same time, he quickly noticed the changes in Li Xijun.

As a martial arts master who had recovered to his peak condition, Zhang Fuhu suddenly realized that when he tried to probe Li Xijun's qi and blood realm,

He felt a sense of unease, as if there were thorns in his back, causing the hairs on his body to stand on end involuntarily.

Especially since his fist intent had just recovered and even improved, it was sending out a frantic urge for him to run away.

"hope Jun, what realm are you at now? Could it be that you've already achieved the Perfection of Blood Transformation and Refined Spirit Breathing?"

"Thanks to my master's secret manual and the help of the seniors of the Beijing National Martial Arts Masters Association, I am now a martial arts saint of fist intent, and I have also achieved the stage of leaving the body in the path of refining spirit."

"hiss"

Zhang Fuhu couldn't help but gasp.

He looked intently at Li Xijun, as if trying to memorize his apprentice's appearance at that moment; his eyes were filled with pride and emotion.

"Your talent is indeed as amazing as ever."

(End of this chapter)