pertwk Chapter 27 The First Beauty of the Great Zhou Dynasty
Chapter 27 The First Beauty of the Great Zhou Dynasty
On the top floor of Qianlong Pavilion, Wang Dao gazed into the distance, leaning against the railing. He naturally saw the brief confrontation between Wang Ming and Wang Qingyue at the end of the corridor.
Wang Ming's handsome face initially carried a hint of disdainful arrogance, but he then forcibly concealed all his sharpness in front of Wang Qingyue.
Wang Dao had expected Wang Ming to storm into the Hidden Dragon Pavilion in a rage, or at least give him a hard time, but to his surprise, after a conversation, Wang Ming turned and left.
Although he couldn't hear their conversation clearly, Wang Dao knew perfectly well that Wang Qingyue must have stood up for him.
Otherwise, given Wang Ming's arrogant and condescending nature, he would never give up so easily.
"In the end, it's still too weak..."
Wang Dao murmured softly, his voice tinged with self-mockery.
It's not a pleasant feeling to be protected like that.
He thought of Zheng Wanqing's eyes, which held complex emotions, and then of Wang Qingyue, who had just left. A strong, resentful flame surged within him.
He must be powerful enough that no one can be arrogant or domineering in his presence.
Wang Dao withdrew his gaze, turned around and returned to the secret room, where he took stock of the few cultivation resources he had.
Besides the Wood Rejuvenating Pill and the Thousand-Year Blood Ginseng that he had previously obtained from the Human Emperor, there was also the Dragon Blood Grass that caused Wang Long so much heartache.
Dragon Blood Grass is entirely crimson, like blood jade, with fine golden patterns along the edges of its leaves. Faint dragon-shaped shadows can be seen moving among the leaves, exuding a majestic and ancient aura.
This precious medicine is extremely beneficial for tempering dragon bones, and is more than a hundred times more powerful than the essence blood of ordinary ferocious beasts.
Anything that can be associated with dragons is a rare treasure of the world. The way Wang Long looked back then, as if he wanted to devour him alive, shows how precious the Dragon Blood Grass is.
The thousand-year-old blood ginseng is even more substantial, with a body resembling an infant, and dense roots that coil like a dragon, exuding a rich life essence.
When Emperor Lao Deng made his move, he was indeed quite generous. This was a truly precious medicinal herb, enough to allow him to break through to a higher realm.
He took out the dragon blood grass. The grass felt slightly cool to the touch, yet it carried a surging vitality.
Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Dao swallowed it whole.
The medicinal power exploded within his body instantly, and streams of pure energy surged into his limbs and bones, heading straight for his spine.
He immediately began practicing the Giant Spirit Mountain-Carrying Fist and the Flowing Light Illusionary Dust Sword, the fist wind howling and the sword shadow like a rainbow.
With each punch and each swing of his sword, he was tempered by the power of the dragon blood herbs, and his spine emitted a series of deep rumbles, as if a giant dragon was awakening within him.
He wanted to reach the Dragon Spine Extreme Realm as quickly as possible, transforming his entire skeleton into golden dragon bones to bear even greater power.
He will then focus on martial arts techniques, no longer relying on external aids, but instead exploring deeper levels of power within himself.
Inside the secret chamber, the wind howled from fists, and sword shadows flickered.
Wang Dao was shirtless, sweat dripping down his bulging muscles and pooling on the ground.
He tirelessly practiced the Giant Spirit Mountain-Bearing Fist and the Flowing Light Illusionary Dust Sword. Each punch was accompanied by the deep thunderous sound of the great dragon on the spine, and each swing of the sword brought forth a chilling light.
"When this Giant Spirit Mountain-Carrying Fist reaches its peak, it's like a stubborn old rock. No matter how much I grind it, it's hard to make any progress." Wang Dao put down his fist and stood up, slightly out of breath, his brows furrowed. "On the other hand, this Flowing Light Illusionary Dust Sword, from its rawness to its smoothness, this feeling of gradually gaining control is truly addictive."
This visible progress gave him more motivation during his tedious training.
For the next ten days, Wang Dao became a tireless machine, devoting all his time to swordsmanship, except for necessary breathing exercises.
Finally, as the last sword light drew a perfect arc in the air, the information on the panel quietly changed.
The Flowing Light Illusionary Dust Sword has progressed from the Lesser Completion stage to the Greater Completion stage!
At the same time, the source point, which represented the hope of breaking through, jumped back to a full 100 points.
"One hundred Origin Points are enough for me to make another breakthrough."
A glint of light flashed in Wang Dao's eyes, but he did not choose to immediately add points to break through his realm. Instead, he turned his gaze to the thousand-year-old blood ginseng in his storage ring, which was emitting a rich medicinal fragrance.
"I originally intended to keep it for emergencies, but now it seems I have no choice but to use it."
"Thanks, Old Deng, the Emperor!"
Wang Dao smirked, grabbed the thousand-year-old blood ginseng, and swallowed it in a few bites.
"boom!"
It was as if a live volcano was erupting inside his body, and the terrifyingly powerful medicinal force of the thousand-year-old blood ginseng exploded instantly.
Wang Dao's body shuddered violently, his skin instantly turning as red as a branding iron. The Daoist furnace within his body operated wildly, forcibly suppressing and refining this violent energy, transforming it into surging essence that washed over his limbs and bones like a river bursting its banks, supporting him in undergoing even more intense physical tempering.
"Awesome! That's right, only this kind of tearing pain can forge the strongest physique!"
Wang Dao let out a low roar and threw himself back into frantic cultivation.
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Just as Wang Dao was sweating profusely in the secret chamber, the Zhenbei Royal City outside was also witnessing an unprecedented grand occasion.
As a formidable city guarding the northern frontier, Zhenbei Wangcheng was originally a center where merchants gathered and various forces converged.
Meanwhile, as news of the secret treasure spread like wildfire, the giant city became even more crowded.
Flying boats from sects and caravans from noble families poured in from all over the world, and the streets and alleys were filled with martial artists with swords and swords and cultivators with profound auras.
Despite the turbulent times and the diverse mix of people, the city maintained a delicate order.
Because this is the territory of the Prince of Zhenbei, that prince of a different surname who guards the border and is decisive in killing, is the absolute ruler here.
Under his authority, even a regional overlord had to sheathe his claws and behave himself.
On this day, the once bustling main street in front of the Prince's Mansion suddenly fell silent for a moment.
A luxurious carriage, pulled by six magnificent spirit beasts, slowly approached and finally came to a steady stop in front of the two enormous stone lions of the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion.
The palanquin was adorned with golden tassels, and the carriage was carved with intricate and ancient dark gold bird totems, exuding an aura of unapproachable nobility.
The carriage curtain was lifted, and a slender hand reached out, followed by a stunningly beautiful figure.
Ji Mingyue was dressed in a moon-white palace gown, the hem of which trailed on the ground, and as she walked, it seemed as if moonlight was flowing around her.
She raised her head, her eyes, like cold stars, silently gazing at the majestic and solemn gate of the royal palace before her.
"Is this the Prince Zhenbei's Mansion...?"
Ji Mingyue was filled with mixed feelings, including the pride and scrutiny of being the eldest princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty, as well as a complex emotion that she herself could not quite explain.
She took a deep breath to calm herself, and, surrounded by maids, gracefully walked into the gate of the palace.
Only after her figure disappeared behind the door did the once quiet street seem to erupt in chaos.
"My God! Who is that? She's breathtakingly beautiful!"
"Are you blind? Didn't you see that's the royal carriage? That's Princess Ji Mingyue of the Great Zhou Dynasty!"
"Is this the legendary number one beauty of the Great Zhou Dynasty? Seeing her today, I can confirm her reputation is well-deserved! Her aura is like that of a goddess from the heavens, making me feel utterly inadequate!"
"The Eldest Princess actually came to the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion in person? This is going to be interesting! Is it for that good-for-nothing heir? Or for something else?"
The crowd buzzed with discussion, countless eyes fixed on the tightly closed gates of the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion. Everyone sensed that with the arrival of this princess, the situation in Zhenbei Prince's City was likely to become even more turbulent.