Although I survived this battle, Xiaoqing and I both fell below the level of Martial Saint.
No, it cannot be said that we have fallen from the relevant realm. Our realm is still that of a Martial Saint, but our bodies are covered with scars, our blood vessels are withered, our divine power is dried up... and we have been hit by countless terrifying罡气 (powerful energy) from the opponent.
Xiaoqing and I have experienced all the worst situations imaginable.
Under normal circumstances, being alive is already a miracle.
Xiaoqing's condition was much worse than mine. His original dragon ball was broken and one of his dragon horns was cut off. He was able to take me away with just one breath. In fact, after I recovered, he was almost dead.
I don't want him to die like this, and I don't want to die in obscurity. This is too unbecoming of my identity.
Fortunately, I woke up and my condition was not as bad as before. Xuankong Mountain brought me the Taoist supreme recovery manual "Qi Ti Yuan Liu", and Donglin Temple also brought me the most top-notch secret book in Buddhism, the legendary complete version of the I Ching "Xisui Zeng Yan Tu Lu".
I took it with a smile.
In fact, they don’t know my complete condition. If I wake up, I won’t die.
When other people deal with alien energy, they either have to suppress it forcibly and expel it from the body, or they have to refine it in their body. There is no third way.
The strange energy of a martial saint of the same level can kill a person, let alone nine of them in a row like me.
A normal person would have died long ago, and even surviving this battle would be extremely difficult.
Zen Master Kurong and the Martial Saint from Xuankong Mountain were both very sad to see me like this.
I, who originally possessed the strength to be the best in the world, suddenly fell into this situation.
Anyone who knew about this situation would be very sad and uncomfortable.
Well, I'm different.
I myself started out by relying on alien true qi. In the earliest stage of my practice, I was almost killed by the resistance of alien true qi. Now I am just returning to my original state again.
I even have multiple solutions to the existing situation.
By relying on the balanced training of Taoism and Buddhism, the alien energy is gradually dissipated.
There is a fight going on inside my body all the time, and now there are more people joining in the fight, but it’s not a big problem.
As long as I am conscious, I can control it and then dissolve it bit by bit with the same technique as a butcher cutting up an ox.
There is another way, just like the Beiming Magical Art in the novel I once read, which is to transform the strange energy in the body into one's own use.
The sea embraces all rivers; only the tolerant are great.
Thanks to the various strange novels, movies and TV series I read in my previous life, my imagination is still quite broad in this regard. I often have solutions and will not be limited to the dilemma of having no solution at all.
The worst way is to forcibly expel the alien energy from my body.
It’s not that there’s anything wrong with this orthodox method, but in my current state, I don’t have the ability, you know.
But no one in the world has this ability yet.
After all, if I want to forcibly expel the strange energy from my body, I must have someone who can suppress these nine strange energies. The Martial Saint is already the strongest person in the world. Where can I find such a person who can suppress them?
If I didn't have the body of a true dragon and practiced Tiangang Guiyuan and Acala Myoka Sutra, I would have exploded and died long ago. Anyone who can withstand nine kinds of strange energy is considered to be the best in the world.
But I was able to struggle to survive, but Xiaoqing couldn't.
His demon saint body was also excellent, but he didn't have my ability to dissolve alien energy. That day, he and I were the ones who suffered the most damage.
I struggled to survive, and it struggled to take care of me for a while, but after about a year it was completely beyond help and its bloodline withered.
I'm in good condition, but both the official authorities and the North have declared me dead, so just assume I'm dead.
Perhaps in this world, it would be better for me to die than to live.
I don't plan to jump out just yet to prove that I'm still alive. There's no need.
Neither side wants me to be alive. Although more people with lofty ideals hope that I will survive, the strongest figures on both sides want me to die. If I survive, they will still use other conspiracy methods.
Now that I'm seriously injured, revealing my injuries will not inspire confidence, but will make people want to kill me even more.
I was healing silently, leaving no trace.
Even after Donglin Temple and Xuankong Mountain sent me their top healing scriptures, I shook my head and let them find out the extent of my injuries, so that they would also believe that I was really dead.
He was already dead.
In the year 835 of the Great Xia calendar, after eight years of fighting, a peace treaty was signed.
A peace treaty was signed along the Yangtze River, but before I died, the battle line was still pushed up along the Yellow River.
After I died, the authorities kept on promoting the revolution and advancing with great enthusiasm, and then the battle line was pushed all the way to the Yangtze River.
I just watched from the sidelines, it had nothing to do with me anymore.
The 100,000 most elite troops that I carefully trained all died in an accident. Since the royal family themselves don't care about this world, why should I care about it for them and why should I fight to the death like this?
But the Royals thought the advantage was theirs.
I hid my identity and practiced quietly in Kyoto, and then I learned a lot of funny things from the many news in Kyoto.
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