Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld

"Indeed, there are some happy events."

Recently, he consumed an elixir made from the Golden Carp, and there were subtle signs of him breaking through to the Realm of No Leakage, firmly establishing himself in the Prefecture City.

It could be said to be a double blessing, naturally making him radiant with joy.

"When did Brother Wen arrive in Zhaonan Prefecture?"

"Just arrived."

Fang Zheng spoke:

"I initially planned to go to Gu’an County to catch up with Young Master Fang, but unexpectedly, there were soldiers stationed there, so I decided to come here instead."

"I happened to hear about Patriarch Linghu’s challenge to the Soaring Dragon Martial Arts Hall, so I came by to visit."

"Gu’an County has indeed been difficult to access lately." Linghu An nodded, gesturing inward:

"As for the challenge..."

"The rumors in the street are not to be believed. I only found an opportunity to spar with Master Han, and I was fortunate not to lose, which is already satisfying."

"Oh!" Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow:

"It’s said that Master Han is reputed to be the best below the Realm of No Leakage in Zhaonan Prefecture. Could it be that Patriarch Linghu is about to advance to No Leakage?"

"Ah!" Linghu An shook his head with a light sigh:

"Leakless True Body, it’s not that easy?"

Though he said that, he couldn’t hide the smile on his face, clearly showing some confidence.

Advancing to No Leakage is not just about drastically enhancing one’s strength; having a leakless body with unperturbed essence also means a prolonged lifespan.

Theoretically speaking.

A Flawless Martial Artist can live to about a hundred and forty or fifty years, until Qi and Blood decline, resulting in sudden death in a short time.

With his Undying True Skill, Linghu An could even withstand battles, as long as he avoids severe injuries, living to a hundred wouldn’t be a problem.

He is currently just over fifty...

If he truly becomes a Flawless Martial Artist, there’s much life left in him.

"Brother Wen, you seem full of vigorous energy, indicating that your cultivation base has also greatly advanced."

Linghu An’s eyes flickered, suggesting:

"Care to spar?"

"Perhaps not." Fang Zheng smiled, waving his hand:

"I can’t compare to Patriarch Linghu."

"Why be modest, Brother Wen?" Linghu An shook his head, suddenly forming a sword with his fingers, thrusting it diagonally:

"Watch out!"

He clasped his index and middle fingers together into a sword technique, it seemed light, yet was extremely sharp, with Sword Intent arriving before the sword fingers did.

Fang Zheng’s body reacted instinctively, the hair on the area pointed by the sword fingers tightened, while he raised his hand, his whole body’s muscles and bones produced a thunderous sound, gathering in his palm.

"Thunder Skill!"

"Muscles and bones resonating!"

Linghu An raised an eyebrow in surprise, realizing that his opponent’s True Force had already penetrated his marrow, establishing a Martial Dao foundation.

Even with some hidden injuries, Power into the Marrow could dissolve them, this being the foundation for advancing to No Leakage.

It was nearly at his fifty when he barely reached this stage.

Moreover.

The Dharma Gate his opponent cultivated was evidently extraordinary, at least stronger than his own legacy, his Palm Force thunder roaring, mildly numbing his sword fingers.

A hint of jealousy flashed through Linghu An’s mind.

"Well done!"

He shouted softly, his body spinning, sword fingers aiming at the back of Fang Zheng’s head, sword Qi from his fingertips extending a ruler’s length, capable of piercing through steel and iron.

If ordinary flesh was pricked by it, it might leave a hole instantly.

Thus.

He had used sixty percent of his potential.

"Hah!"

Fang Zheng’s eyes widened, shouting loudly, the sound of thunder rolled forth, like a thunderclap from the ground, also halting Linghu An’s motion.

Seizing this opportunity, he raised his large hand, carrying the thunder toward the sword fingers.

The Five Thunders Hand power echoed, continuous and unending, hitting out several palms in succession, the thunder growing louder, finally merging into one blow.

"Boom!"

Linghu An’s clothes fluttered, extending his sword fingers forward, splitting apart the thunder, the residual force compelling Fang Zheng to retreat.

"Excellent Swordsmanship!"

Fang Zheng looked at his palm, a red dot conspicuously visible, and exclaimed with surprise:

"Patriarch Linghu’s means are impressive, I am ashamed of my inferiority."

"Brother Wen, you are too modest." Linghu An showed a complex expression:

"Your Dharma Gate is exceptional, and you are much younger than me, your future achievements are limitless, you will surpass me one day."

Heaving a light sigh.

He had just used eighty percent of his strength, yet only slightly gained the upper hand.

To truly win, he would need to wield his Treasure Sword and give it his all; the former Wen Tailai was far from this strong. Despite strengthening significantly from consuming the Golden Carp, he found his improvement not as rapid as his opponent’s.

Thinking of this, a sense of dejection inevitably arose within his heart.

But he wasn’t someone who wallows in gains and losses, instead, possessing a steadfast temperament, he quickly emerged from this dejection, laughing robustly while extending a hand in invitation:

"Come!"

"Let’s speak indoors."

Fang Zheng chuckled softly, nodding.

His Elemental Thunder Skill was closing in on the Realm of Six Thunders, with insights into the wonders of Thunder Sound, his physical power bursting forth, nearly doubling in strength.

His strength was naturally greater than before.

If he achieves the Realm of Six Thunders...

’A top-tier Dharma Gate can indeed allow the weak to defeat the strong; truly I am not deceived. If I can obtain the full legacy, contending with Leakless in the Realm of Six Thunders isn’t a fantasy.’

’Consider Brother Wu from the Joyful Union Sect, who at a young age can toy with seasoned Great Zhou Celestial Martial Artists like a cat with a mouse; I might also achieve that.’

Once inside, the two engaged in an amicable conversation.

Fang Zheng’s visit was mainly to inquire about the situation in Zhaonan Prefecture, subtly probing the status of the Chen Family, for he couldn’t wholly trust the Thousand Mechanisms Pavilion.

The conflict between the Qian and Chen families of the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion was a significant event in Zhaonan Prefecture recently, something Linghu An undoubtedly knew about.

......

Several days later, Fang Zheng was invited to the Feiqiong Tower.

This place was one of the premier restaurants in Zhaonan Prefecture, particularly renowned for the chef’s exquisite fish cooking skills, with crowds flocking there every day.

On the top floor.

"Brother Wen."

Linghu An pushed the door open, gesturing with his hand:

"This is Qi Gandao, the Manor Master of Qi Family Manor outside the city, the Qi Family is known for its martial background, training robust soldiers who are elite forces on the battlefield."

"This is Chu Nan Sheng, the Deputy Master of the Soaring Dragon Martial Arts Hall, Brother to Master Han, his Dragon-Seeking Claw is a renowned skill in Zhaonan Prefecture..."