Chapter 184 The Birth of the Martial Saint

Under the night.

The white light of King Yu's pearl looked very soft, with strands of strange power emanating from it.

The Sword Demon sensed some special fluctuations in it, and his heart was shocked. He immediately understood that the fluctuations he felt some time ago were not fake. It was probably from this. He became more and more expectant and let down his guard.

Ning Qi controlled some of the power of heaven and earth to gather together.

In an instant.

The Yu Wang Pearl shone brightly, and wisps of strange spirituality were drawn out from it. They were unstable, as if they were about to collapse and would be annihilated in the next second.

Ning Qi did not hesitate at all. He immediately wrapped it with the power of heaven and earth that had been prepared for a long time, and it rotated and resonated at a special frequency.

Just a few breaths.

The original power of heaven and earth and that wisp of strange spirituality all disappeared, replaced by a new power.

“This is spiritual energy!”

Ning Qi looked amazed.

Even though this was not the first time that spiritual energy was synthesized, it still felt incredible when I saw it again. This power had much more vitality than the power of heaven and earth, as if all things in the world were born from it. The strength of the power might not be too different, but the power of heaven and earth without inspiration lacked many changes. To some extent, it was "lifeless", and its upper limit had been blocked.

This is especially true for the Sword Demon who sensed the emergence of spiritual energy.

His body was trembling slightly, that was excitement. Ning Qi had already told him the steps in advance, but at this moment, sensing the existence of spiritual energy, he still had the urge to burst into tears. The path he had been pursuing for so long had begun to take shape.

"Fellow Daomo, prepare to absorb the spiritual energy. If there is anything wrong, expel it immediately. There must not be any hesitation!"

Ning Qi's voice was very serious.

This is like crossing the river by feeling the stones.

He had always been afraid of the fate of the giant ape he had seen in Yuan Tiansheng's bloodline. Although the Sword Demon had taken the risk now, he still needed to be extremely careful. Therefore, he only condensed a very tiny amount of spiritual energy at a time, so that if there were any terrible consequences, he would be able to control them.

The sword demon was passionate:

"Fellow Daoist Tianjian, just do what you want!"

After saying that.

He had already begun to practice the secret method that Ning Qi had taught him before, with the three flowers gathering at the top of his head to form a special shape. Ning Qi no longer hesitated, took a deep breath, and controlled the synthesized spiritual energy to flow into it.

The Sword Demon instinctively growled, excitement in his voice.

Although this spiritual energy is small, it is qualitatively different from the power of heaven and earth. After I started to refine it, I immediately noticed the difference.

Ning Qi's eyes glowed with golden light as he focused on observing the trajectory of this ray of spiritual energy and analyzing the many changes.

In his observation.

The spiritual energy passed through the 'Three Flower Funnel' and seemed to filter out some impurities, and then entered the Sword Demon's body very smoothly, with no obstructions all the way, much smoother than the previous time when it absorbed the power of heaven and earth.

He kept many of the changes in mind, and at the same time countless inspirations continued to surge.

Practice makes perfect.

Ten thousand deductions are not as good as one practice. Many of Ning Qi’s previous ideas are constantly sublimating.

"Although the effect of the three-flower filtration has been optimized several times, it is still not very good. Maybe we can add a few more?"

“After the spiritual energy entered the body, it seemed to be in a strange entanglement with the physical body. Perhaps this is the direction of promotion after becoming a Martial Saint? Judging from the changes in Dao Mo Daoyou’s physical body, it seems that the reaction of the five internal organs is the strongest!”

Ning Qi suddenly realized.

"Three flowers gather at the top of the head, and five energies converge at the origin."

"The three flowers are cultivated in the Heavenly Man Realm, so could it be that the five qi are cultivated in the Martial Saint Realm? And the five qi may correspond to the five internal organs?"

He observed carefully and gained even more than he had imagined.

However, this time the purpose was not to break through the Martial Saint realm, but to see the reaction of the spiritual energy after being refined and integrated into the physical body.

soon.

The spiritual energy was transformed into a strange spiritual power under the tempering. This was a method deduced by Ning Qi by referring to the power of Yu Wangzhu. It was also very effective. As the new powerful force appeared in his body, the Sword Demon was stunned. He only felt that the essence of this power was extremely terrifying, and a strong desire rose in his heart.

Fortunately, he did not forget Ning Qi's previous instructions.

Calming his mind, the Sword Demon began to control this trace of spiritual power to spread throughout his body. Ning Qi's golden pupil operated to the extreme, preparing to observe whether the five internal organs were the best place to store spiritual power. Another place he deduced was the Dantian, but this experiment allowed him to see the differences between the five internal organs.

But just then.

Something strange happened.

Ning Qi vaguely sensed that a trace of strange power rushed out from the spiritual energy and also entered into the body of the Sword Demon. The Sword Demon, who was originally in excellent condition, suddenly shook violently. He widened his eyes, and the hideousness and pain in his pupils were visible to the naked eye.

“Huh!!”

A low growl like that of a wild beast was heard.

Just like a piece of jade that suddenly lost its luster, the Sword Demon's already old face was instantly covered with wrinkles, looking incredibly old. His hair was as dull as dead leaves, and his pupils were becoming cloudy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ning Qi felt a chill down his spine, and the tragic end of the silver giant ape almost immediately appeared in his mind.

"Fellow Daomo, quickly use the secret method of reverse luck!"

Ning Qi shouted urgently, and at the same time controlled the spiritual power in the Yu Wangzhu to rush into the body of the Sword Demon to help him flush out the spiritual power that had previously been integrated into his body.

The Sword Demon was awakened from his slumber by the loud shout, and he gritted his teeth and used the secret method to reverse the situation.

With the assistance of Ning Qi.

The trace of spiritual power that had originally been integrated into the body was suddenly squeezed out.

Ning Qi also once again sensed that the obscure strange power from before suddenly dissipated, as if it had never existed. At the same time, the Sword Demon's condition finally recovered a lot. His pupils returned to their original dark state, and the vitality of his body was reversing.

In the back mountain.

It was silent.

The only sound left was the Sword Demon's heavy breathing.

There was obvious horror in his dark pupils. Even though he had prepared himself mentally for death, he still felt suffocated when faced with such an unknown and terrifying thing.

If Ning Qi hadn't had various plans in place, I'm afraid he would have ended up in a miserable situation.

"What... is that? What... is in the spiritual energy?" the hoarse voice of the Sword Demon sounded.

He looked up at Ning Qi, eager for an answer.

But Ning Qi's eyes were also full of solemnity.

He shook his head slowly.

Everything is unknown.

The only thing that can be confirmed now is that there is indeed something harmful in the spiritual energy. His perception is definitely not wrong. This is the source of everything. Ning Qi took a deep breath and said:

"How do you feel now?"

The Sword Demon looked inward and tried his best to sense it. After a moment, he said in a deep voice:

"My life span has shortened a bit, and my vitality has also weakened a lot."

He was still in shock. If Ning Qi had not helped him reverse the secret technique at the last moment, he would have died.

Ning Qi nodded slightly:

"It seems that... the harmful substances in the spiritual energy will greatly reduce a person's life span. If they are absorbed into the body, I'm afraid that if things go wrong, the life span will be exhausted and die!"

The sword demon was silent, his voice was a little difficult:

"In this case, doesn't it mean that becoming a Martial Saint is a dead end? If you don't absorb spiritual energy, you can't reach the Martial Saint realm. And if you absorb spiritual energy, your life span will be exhausted. There is no way it will work!"

He was a little desperate, but then his eyes suddenly lit up:

"No! If that's the case, how did those ancient saints advance to the highest level? There must be a way!"

Ning Qi fell into deep thought, with many thoughts constantly coming to his mind.

After a moment, he said:

"There are several possibilities. Either the ancient saints have already mastered the method of removing this harmful substance and filtered it out before absorbing the spiritual energy. In that case, there will be no problem."

"Or, the Martial Saints have temporarily suppressed the backlash of this harmful thing. After they reach the Martial Saint realm, their life span will increase, and they can forcibly resist the backlash of this harmful thing."

“I prefer the latter.”

Ning Qi's eyes were somewhat disturbed.

From his previous conversation with Taoist Baishan, he had already understood some things, and now it was confirmed.

If the ancient saints had found a solution, perhaps the world would not be what it is now.

The Sword Demon suddenly fell silent.

Doesn't this mean that the ancient saints were just resisting?

Ning Qi smiled and comforted:

"You don't have to be discouraged, fellow Daoist. This time I have not gained nothing. At least, I have discovered the existence of this poisonous substance. Just because the ancient saints couldn't do it doesn't mean I can't do it."

His words were calm, but full of strong confidence.

This time, it is not just that there is no gain, it can be said that the gain is huge!

For Ning Qi.

The difficulty is not the problem, but the inability to find the goal.

Now that he has been able to capture the track of the poisonous substance, he just needs to try a few more times and slowly find a way to remove it. He is very confident in this.

The Sword Demon was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed.

He always subconsciously forgets what a monster the person in front of him is. No matter how powerful the ancient saints are, they have only practiced for more years. But if it comes to talent and understanding, it is probably impossible for them to be as terrifying as the person in front of him.

"Okay! I will fully cooperate with you if you have any ideas!" The Sword Demon stood up straight, and his raised right arm was like a sword.

Ning Qi just waved his hand and smiled:

"My friend, the most urgent thing now is to take care of your body. Since this poisonous substance will consume your lifespan and vitality, I must also prepare some longevity substances and secret techniques first."

What a coincidence.

Thanks to Qin Yun's previous experience, the Zhenwu sect has been working hard to collect longevity treasures and has made some gains. Ning Qi has also been thinking about the creation of a longevity secret technique in his spare time, and now the foundation has been laid.

The Sword Demon also nodded.

He used to be dismissive of things that could prolong life. After all, he was already at the peak of his celestial being. There was no point in living in this world if he couldn't find a way forward. But now, since there was hope, he would not reject it.

The two stood side by side in the night sky, exchanging their experiences in refining spiritual energy.

The spiritual light in Ning Qi's mind became more and more intense.

There are many ideas being born.

Time passes.

Ning Qi conducted another experiment with the Sword Demon after he recovered to his peak condition. This time, he was prepared and could sense the poisonous substances in the spiritual energy more clearly. Not only that, but after being on guard, the backlash against the Sword Demon was less.

This made him excited.

The direction is right, and the next step is to keep working hard.

Ning Qi only needs to experiment a few more times and slowly grasp the essence of this poisonous substance and its form of existence in the spiritual energy, then he will definitely be able to deduce the secret technique to filter it out.

And that's besides the point.

There are additional benefits.

That is, Ning Qi's control over spiritual power is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, which invisibly allows Ning Qi to further improve his strength. At this rate of progress, it won't be long before even Taoist Bai Shan will not be his opponent.

In this way, at least before his spiritual power is revived, Ning Qi will still be the strongest one.

As for after his spiritual energy is revived, if Ning Qi wants to maintain his usual top combat power, he has to increase his foundation during this period of time and strive to soar to the sky after his spiritual energy is revived, and he is working hard for it now.

Everyone in Zhenwu Mountain encouraged themselves secretly.

At this time, everyone in the world was paying attention to Liangzhou.

The Barbarian King led the barbarian army to invade Liangzhou and made harsh remarks.

But the Great Yanwu Saint has not appeared yet.

Everyone was thinking that if they hadn't been afraid of the slight possibility of the Great Yan Martial Saint appearing, Liangzhou would have fallen long ago. But even so, the patience of the Barbarian King was decreasing day by day, and it might not be long before the Great Yan territory would be completely torn apart.

Countless people are watching.

This is a signal.

If the Great Yan Dynasty really reveals the fact of its weakness, I am afraid that it will be faced with jackals one after another. Many people already know that the great era is coming, and they are not willing to become stepping stones for others. They want to do something big in the coming great era.

…

Yanzhou.

The imperial capital is peaceful.

The anxious atmosphere has spread to this prosperous place, and even the wealthy people have learned about the defeat at the northern border.

Expedited secret letters kept arriving.

The noble ministers were sweating profusely.

The emperor of the time was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

Some people hoped that General Yanwu could personally lead his army to resist the Northern Barbarians, but no consensus was reached. Many people felt that even General Yanwu could not defeat the revived Barbarian King, and the only hope lay in the Great Saint Yanwu.

Deep inside the palace.

Temple of the Martial Saint.

Rows of figures were kneeling on the ground. If outsiders saw it, they would surely be horrified.

It was because all of these people were at the top of Great Yan. The Great Yan Emperor, General Yanwu, and the oldest elders of the royal family were all kneeling on the ground.

"Ancestor, Dayan is in danger!"

"Please, ancestor, save me, Dayan!"

Sad cries rang out in the ancestral temple, and those who heard them burst into tears. The pressure from the Barbarian King had left everyone helpless. Although Dayan had a strong foundation, no one could resist the Barbarian King. The army suffered huge losses every day, and if this continued, sooner or later they would become remnants under the iron hoofs of the Northern Barbarians.

They have sent people to Zhenxuan Mountain for help, but they were told that Zhenxuan Master had already gone down the mountain to travel, and there was nothing they could do.

If the Great Yanwu Saint never appears again.

I'm afraid that the fall of Dayan is not far away!

"Ancestor, if you hear the calls of the unfilial descendants, please come out and save Dayan!" The Emperor of Dayan prostrated himself and shouted.

Everyone calls out instinctively.

But an old voice made everyone stunned:

"Li Yanwu, come in."

After everyone was stunned, they became excited and ecstatic.

"The ancestors have responded!"

This voice came from the Great Yan Wu Saint.

Then, the gate that had been tightly closed deep in the ancestral temple suddenly opened, and it was pitch black, like an unknown giant beast that swallowed everything.

Everyone looked at General Yanwu.

General Yanwu took a deep breath, slowly stood up, and then walked towards the cave entrance. When his figure disappeared into the darkness and the door was closed, the sound of heavy branches made everyone tremble in their hearts and their eyes flickered slightly.

After Li Yanwu went deep into the darkness, light gradually appeared before his eyes.

He moved forward with mixed emotions.

soon.

The scene before my eyes gradually became clear.

It was not as mysterious as imagined. There was only a simple stone bed with an old man sitting cross-legged on it. He was about to die. The old man raised his head slightly, and his voice was full of vicissitudes and death:

“You’re here.”

Looking at the old man whose face was somewhat similar to his own, Li Yanwu's heart trembled and he lowered his head quickly:

"Li Yanwu, meet the ancestor."

The old man nodded slowly, his eyes like bright lights in the darkness, as if all the light around him came from these pupils.

He asked, "Are you ready?"

Li Yanwu's body trembled, he stammered, thousands of thoughts turned in his mind, but in the end he nodded vigorously:

"Li Yanwu is willing to give everything for Dayan!"

The old man's eyes dimmed a little:

"You're a good kid, and so is your father."

"I once promised your father that if I used his body, I would not use yours. But now my body has problems and I have to break my promise."

Li Yanwu suddenly looked up and stared at the familiar face. This face had appeared in his dreams countless times, but it was always out of reach.

He took a deep breath:

"Grandfather, I understand. If you need my body, then come."

The old man sighed and stretched out his right hand, which was as dry as firewood, to brush Li Yanwu's head:

"Tell me what you want to do."

Li Yanwu's eyes lit up:

"Grandfather, I only hope that you can make Da Yan last forever!"

The old man smiled:

"good."

Li Yanwu approached slowly, paused for a moment, and said softly:

"Grandfather, I have a small request."

"Go ahead."

"Can I... hug my father?" His voice trembled slightly.

The old man sighed softly, said nothing, and slowly stretched out his hands.

Li Yanwu closed his eyes and hugged her tightly.

He seemed to recall everything from his childhood, his father taking him to pack horses in the yard, and practicing martial arts with him... Then those images suddenly shattered, a hand reached out silently, and Li Yanwu's consciousness slowly fell into darkness, with only sporadic mumblings ringing out:

"Father... I, I'm here to accompany you..."

There was a sound of something moving and tearing in the darkness.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Then everything stopped.

Outside the Martial Saint Temple, all the important figures were anxious. They vaguely knew why Li Yanwu was called in, but they didn't know whether it would go smoothly or not.

finally.

The heavy sound of branches rang out again.

Everyone looked over instinctively and saw a familiar figure stepping out.

Li Yanwu.

But everyone was shocked. They knew that the man looked like Li Yanwu, but he was definitely not Li Yanwu.

"Greetings, ancestor!" Everyone lowered their eyes, not daring to look directly at him.

I saw the eyes that looked down upon the world looking around, and the powerful voice full of oppression:

"From now on, I am the Great Yanwu Saint, Li Yanwu!"

(End of this chapter)