I ascended to godhood through the 100-ton King Martial Arts.

Chapter 98 The Fan-wielding Fairy Steps on a Daoist Boy and Leaps to the Ninth Rank of Daoist Soldier

This lucky man was originally a frail person.

After the bloodline exchange, even though it was wrapped in a blood cocoon, one could still see that its form had changed drastically.

Invisibly.

Even through the light barrier of the altar, Li Qingshan vaguely sensed a certain unease.

This unease was not brought to him by the lucky ones.

Rather, it was something special that seemed to resurface from the other person's body, giving him, with his keen senses, a vague feeling of unease and bad luck, and making him subconsciously want to get away.

"The power is ominous, the curse has vanished..."

Li Qingshan gained a deeper understanding of this statement.

This is probably why, even in another world, if you dare to exchange for the [Mountain Carrying] Martial Bone and break the 100,000-jin limit, it will attract misfortune.

The curse is rooted in the blood.

You can't escape just because you want to.

Only by abandoning the identity of a Guixu person and the Guixu martial arts can one avoid the ominous curse.

Thinking about it this way, Li Qingshan's expression became strange.

Others, after condensing martial runes, are unable to enhance their bloodline through means such as offering sacrifices.

He skipped procedures and went straight for the looting.

This feels like someone who illegally entered the country, smuggled themselves into another country, but still retains their original nationality.

Or it's the kind of sophisticated person who wants everything, is free to come and go, cannot be chosen, and is also very good at zero-dollar purchases.

They avoid taking responsibility on both sides, yet try to gain benefits from both.

Li Qingshan is a respectable person.

Thinking about it that way, it's kind of embarrassing.

Amidst divergent thinking.

The blood cocoon in front dispersed.

A long-haired man, over two meters tall, with bulging muscles and a bronze sheen, appeared before them.

The opponent, simply by standing there, exuded an overwhelming sense of power.

As the light shield over the altar disappeared.

Li Qingshan's senses became even clearer.

He sensed a certain fluctuation emanating from the other person and frowned in thought: "Interesting. Even standing still, it feels like the surrounding air is freezing. Is this the rule of force...?"

The lucky guy clenched his fist, feeling an explosive surge of power within him, an overwhelming sense of urgency.

The way he looked at Li Qingshan was somewhat off.

He was truly sincere and willing to die for her before.

Now he has only one thought in mind.

I am probably stronger than those martial arts masters now, so why should I die?

We had so much good food, drinks, and fun before, it was wonderful.

A few days isn't enough!

He now wants to live that kind of life day and night!

Li Qingshan noticed the change in the other person's expression and said calmly, "When your body just underwent its transformation, tell me about your experiences and feelings before and after. After you finish, you can leave."

You can leave once you hear that.

The slight arrogance and malice that had just risen in the lucky ones dissipated again.

Luckily, this person knew what was good for him, otherwise I would have just grabbed him and crushed him to death.

Considering how well I served him before.

The lucky one thought for a moment, then said in a rough voice, "I feel hot all over, and my body feels swollen. Also, I vaguely remember someone saying something ominous to me. Should I confirm the redemption...?"

A hint of malice resurfaced in his eyes: "What ominous sign?"

"That's quite thoughtful..."

Li Qingshan muttered something to himself, then silently looked at the other person.

The other party's body was emanating an ominous aura, and this ominous aura was constantly growing stronger.

Based on perception estimation.

At most half an hour.

That ominous aura will spread to the other person's mind and body, and then something bad will happen.

The ominous process of change became clear.

Li Qingshan didn't want to lose more than he gained.

He made an OK sign and, under the Lucky Guy's puzzled gaze, cautiously flicked his forehead in front of him.

next moment.

A gentle breeze caressed my face.

The lucky guy froze, as if sensing danger, and wanted to say something.

With a bang.

The man who had just been lamenting the lack of heaven and earth seemed to have been crushed by a mountain, turning into a bloody mist that exploded and was then swept and devoured by the devouring power between Li Qingshan's eyebrows.

"This power of the Dharma form is all concentrated in the body; the impact force of eight thousand tons of mass, generated at twice the speed of sound, is all released in an area the size of a finger."

Strictly speaking, it's comparable to a fingertip nuclear bomb.

This power could shatter the spatial barrier of a small world, but it couldn't shake the space on the Guixu side in the slightest.

The world of Guixu is truly astonishing in its strength.

Li Qingshan withdrew his finger, inwardly amazed.

As for that lucky one...

It was something that exploded from just a tiny shockwave; there's not much to say about it.

As the last strand of martial bone merged into his body.

The entire sacrificial tower trembled slightly, as if an instinctive program was activated, and moved Li Qingshan's figure to an extremely dark environment.

A strange feeling arose in Li Qingshan's heart.

In a daze.

He felt his soul rising higher and higher, reaching a place above the clouds.

However, this feeling is more like some kind of fixed illusion.

Because in Li Qingshan's senses, the scene was fragmented and intermittent.

Being hampered by frame rate drops is nothing short of an illusion.

This illusion is quite beautiful, though.

Before your eyes lies a magnificent celestial palace stretching as far as the eye can see, with jade towers and pavilions extending across vast expanses of land. Golden tiles reflect the rosy clouds, jade pillars pierce the sky, celestial mist swirls among them, and spirit birds flit about.

What an ethereal and otherworldly air!

"What are you looking at? Come into the forging hall!"

Accompanied by vulgar sounds.

Li Qingshan felt as if he had been kicked in the butt, and his vision shifted, and he found himself above countless rows of enormous bronze molds.

Within these bronze molds, one can see flesh and bones constantly churning and melting.

The entire process was incredibly bloody.

Ahead stood a burly man whose features were obscured, flipping through a jade scroll: "Taoist soldiers or celestial soldiers?"

Li Qingshan instinctively replied, "Taoist soldier."

The burly man nodded and marked on the jade book: "Number ***...One Daoist soldier, soul in mold, body cast in iron, form forged in fire, spirit solidified by thunder, by imperial decree!"

Li Qingshan's body automatically moved to the empty bronze mold and lay down inside.

next moment.

A cold, supreme voice came:

The primordial righteous energy disperses into yellow spirit.

The Yellow Turbans are in full force, and the mighty warriors are at court.

He wore a golden helmet, a yellow banner, carried a giant pestle on his shoulder, and held a long weapon in his hand.

Born with divine strength, capable of shaking mountains and destroying cities, receiving the decrees of the Three Pure Ones above and the orders of the Xuan Emperor below.

The soul is put into the mold, the iron is poured into the body, the fire chain is shaped, and the thunder solidifies the god.

The Yellow Turban Rebellion has been formed!

After each sentence, molten iron and copper were poured onto Li Qingshan's body, dissolving it.

From Li Qingshan's perspective, his body was screaming in agony, looking quite pitiful.

But he wasn't really aware of anything; he was more like an observer with a God's-eye view.

As the body is replaced by water.

Flames appeared beneath the mold, beginning to refine the body of this Dao soldier.

Rumble!

Thunder roared.

The electric snake darted about.

Within the nascent Dao soldier's body, countless immortal runes emerged, forming a continuous expanse, while the sound of the Great Dao resonated in Li Qingshan's mind.

He could only hear vaguely, as if he were separated by countless rooms.

Only faint traces of the past could be heard.

Finally, it transformed into a golden book, the "Yellow Turban Warriors' Scripture".

The whole process seemed to take a long time.

In fact, from Li Qingshan's third-person perspective, his "bloodline body" was simply thrown into a mold, filled with molten iron and copper, quenched, and then the mold was opened.

It only took a short while.

After the new Daobing was formed.

Li Qingshan's "bloodline body" swelled to about four meters, with broad shoulders and a thick back, distinct muscles, and a brass-like luster all over his body. He flew naked to the side hall.

Two long queues were forming in the side hall.

On one side were Li Qingshan, a Yellow Turban warrior who was at least three meters tall.

Apart from their different faces, they were almost identical in body shape, all completely naked, with faint smoke and golden light still lingering around them, and their muscles still bearing the lingering glow of lightning, like newly cast bronze statues.

On the other side were soldiers of similar height, but with much more proportionate builds.

Those are much more imposing.

The heavenly soldiers and generals come with factory settings.

They were only about two meters tall, yet they all wore gilded helmets, face shields, and silver-scaled armor fitted tightly to their bodies, including shoulder armor...

The breastplate and leg armor are seamlessly connected, and the only exposed feature, the eyes, gleam with a glassy light, give off a solemn and majestic feeling.

Li Qingshan looked at his own figure, which was similar to the Hulk's, and then at the heavenly soldiers and generals in their gleaming white and gold armor, and sighed.

Even the Celestial Court is discriminatory.

The efficiency of this forging hall in producing troops is astonishing.

Li Qingshan had only been queuing for a short while when the line in front of him shortened considerably, and the line behind him grew even longer.

You could also see horses dragging blood-stained, tattered armor into the large furnace of the forging hall.

There was a figure dressed as a Taoist boy, whose face was obscured, covering various materials radiating spiritual light with his meridians, and a small giant dressed as a strongman constantly stirring it.

Amidst countless screams and wails.

The furnace overturned.

Then one by one, the heavenly soldiers and generals who had been reborn from the furnace were fully revived and flew towards them numbly and mechanically, silently queuing up.

Li Qingshan: ...

Okay, he's not envious anymore.

These so-called celestial soldiers and generals of the Celestial Court are simply inhuman; it's too pitiful.

This is probably what the eighteen levels of hell in one's past life were like.

The team moved forward.

Soon it was Li Qingshan's turn.

A fairy was carrying a printing plate, with a Taoist boy sitting beside her.

The other person, whose face was obscured, looked up, glanced at Li Qingshan, and said indifferently, "Number ***, query the law imprint."

The fairy-like figure beside her nodded and held up the seal plate in her hand.

next moment.

The divine light enveloped Li Qingshan's bloodline body, and then he became stuck.

A young Taoist priest standing nearby exclaimed in surprise, "Why isn't this Taoist soldier recorded?"

Isn't this considered being an unregistered resident?

at the same time.

Li Qingshan's consciousness also discovered that he could control his own bloodline body.

It was almost instinctive.

He knew that he could return to Guixu anytime he wanted.

Thinking that I hadn't been branded.

Li Qingshan's copper-plated face broke into a sinister grin.

This bloodline was bought for free, not through sacrifice, so there's no record of it!

Being an unregistered person is great!

He stepped forward and stomped his large foot, over sixty centimeters long, on the Taoist boy's face: "Damn it, I've put up with you beasts for far too long!"

I wondered how the Dao soldiers came to be.

It is said that the soldiers were cast from molten copper and iron.

The key is to look at the appearance of those heavenly soldiers and generals; they are clearly immortal and will suffer this kind of pain repeatedly in the future.

These immortals are nothing but beasts!

The young Taoist let out a miserable scream and tried to struggle, but his short body was mostly covered by Li Qingshan's big feet, and he couldn't move at all.

The fairy beside her trembled and exclaimed in shock, "A mere Dao soldier dares to kill his master?"

"Slay your mother's head!"

Li Qingshan slapped him across the face.

The fairy's face, which was no longer recognizable, became deformed and twisted, and she herself turned into a shooting star, being blasted out of the forging hall.

"That feels so good!"

Seeing that the Daoist soldiers and celestial soldiers around him were all lined up in a numb state, Li Qingshan looked down at the Daoist boy at his feet and asked, "Tell me, how do I get rid of those noisy voices that keep ringing in my ears?"

The young Taoist remained defiant, even unto death: "You fiend, you have seized the bodies of my Celestial Court's Yellow Turban Taoist soldiers and disrupted the order of the Forging Hall. Once the Censorate has ascertained your identity, the Thunder Department will surely blast you to smithereens!"

"So much backbone?"

Li Qingshan swung his spear, which was as long as an elephant, and aimed it at the Taoist boy at his feet.

The young Taoist was shocked and enraged: "I am a direct descendant of the Immortal Official Changsun from the Putian Taoist Temple, how dare you insult me!"

"Tsk, that angry little tone, it really does sound like the second-generation immortal. The illusion is quite realistic..."

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Li Qingshan muttered a few words, and the yellow dragon, still carrying the heat of molten copper, blew in, drenching the Taoist boy at his feet.

The other party was quite angry, and with his mouth wide open, he drank quite a bit of yellow soup in no time.

As she drank, she started crying.

Ultimately, young people are easily embarrassed and cannot withstand insults.

Seeing that he couldn't get any information out of him, Li Qingshan habitually shuddered, and a thought suddenly occurred to him.

next moment.

His consciousness and perception had returned to the sacrificial tower.

The only difference.

At this moment, he was over four meters tall, truly resembling the Yellow Turban Warrior.

I didn't feel anything yet in the illusory fairy court.

They truly returned to the Ruins of Return.

Li Qingshan felt a surge of power coursing through his body, an overwhelming urge to tear everything apart.

My physical body is so strong right now!

Celestial Court.

The Twenty-Nine Heavens, the Forging Hall.

Changsun Qingfeng, utterly dejected, spat out the molten copper from his mouth, and two lines of clear tears slid down his cheeks.

He was a direct descendant of a dignified celestial official.

He was just a junior Taoist disciple in the Forging Hall.

Return to the human world.

Everyone calls him Venerable Qingfeng!

Today, I was actually forced to drink alcohol by that lowly Yellow Turban warrior!

That Taoist priest truly deserved to die!

Changsun Qingfeng clenched his fist: "Shameless Taoist, no matter who you are, I will report you to the Censorate and the Department of Punishments!!!"

After venting.

The things that need to be done still need to be done.

A year in the mortal realm is equivalent to a day in the celestial realm.

Busy.

After the value is set.

Changsun Qingfeng, along with the fairy who had been slapped away by Li Qingshan, boarded a celestial boat and arrived at the Imperial Censorate located on the twenty-ninth heaven.

A complaint.

The old immortal on duty stroked his beard: "Strange, your encounter is true, but there's no record of you two in the Yellow Turban Register..."

The source of the Yellow Turban warriors could not be determined.

Therefore, it was impossible to obtain information about the possessed person through the body of the Yellow Turban Warrior.

The victim has a claim, but the defendant does not.

How can I sue?

Upon hearing this, the two were stunned into silence.

Unable to lock?

Isn't that just being a scoundrel?

"Interesting. Everything that just happened doesn't seem to be just an illusion. This Altar of Heaven is truly amazing."

Li Qingshan inhaled the lingering scent of incense on his body.

Thinking about how he had slapped the fairy into a shooting star and then teased the young Taoist boy who looked quite young, he couldn't help but feel a secret sense of satisfaction.

It seems that the so-called Celestial Court is not entirely populated by immortals.

He heard the boy's exclamation.

No record!

Maybe I can go to Xianting for free shopping in the future.

Li Qingshan's body wriggled, returning to its original size. He then changed into a new set of clothes and hurriedly walked out of the Body Refining Tower.

That annoying brainwashing voice is still there.

Li Qingshan didn't care.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he hurriedly left.

Once they were far away from the sect's headquarters...

Li Qingshan then found a place to get a medical checkup.

The boundless ocean remained unchanged.

His martial arts skills were not affected at all.

The only change was that the previously scattered martial bones had been fused together, and all the messy information was gone. After reading it, only the [Yellow Turban Warrior Bloodline] remained.

[Yellow Turban Warrior Bloodline]: You are a special second-class Dao soldier forged by the Celestial Court, with excellent talent and the potential to become a divine general.

"Otsujo Dohei..."

Li Qingshan was somewhat surprised when he thought of the twelve levels of immortal bones.

There are four grades: A, B, C, and D, each with three levels: upper, middle, and lower.

Level B is equivalent to the ninth level.

This level is quite high.

After all, it took Wang Qitian, the leader of the Iron Legs Sect, more than four hundred years to go from achieving immortal bones to reaching the twelfth level of immortal bones!

He, having just achieved immortality, went straight to the ninth level.

Where can I even begin to reason with this...?

But that seems to be true.

His own body, formed from his own bloodline, was over four meters tall when he emerged, much taller than the three-meter-tall dwarfs around him.

"It seems that what we experienced before wasn't entirely real, but more like a projection of some kind of rule..."

Li Qingshan was amazed.

This bloodline system is leveling up way too fast.

According to his understanding.

This is likely due to his strong willpower, which led to a significant increase in his potential to withstand the forging of immortal bones, allowing him to absorb more energy and resulting in this situation.

"If Wang Qitian knew that I could not only get the immortal bones for free, but also save him hundreds of years of effort, he would be furious."

Li Qingshan suppressed his urge to test his physical combat abilities.

He found a trench and buried himself there, then began to study the "Yellow Turban Warriors' Manual" that he had just acquired.

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