High Martial: I Can Copy All Root Bones!

’The effects of the Buddha Heart Pill are simply outrageous.’

’I wonder what it’s made from?’

’After I finish these, I should ask Xuansha for more. I wonder if he has any left?’

As Lu Changfeng pondered, he brewed a pot of tea to soothe his weary mind.

He also summoned Hei Niu, telling him to bring over the four-hundred-jin pig iron saber that had been prepared in advance. He would use it to begin training in the Fourth Layer of the Fengtian Forging Body Saber Skill.

While he was resting, Lu Changfeng opened the Cultivation Technique he had received from Xuansha.

It was a complete Cultivation Technique, spanning from Blood Forging and Tendon Transformation all the way to Bone Refining.

It was called the Demon Buddha Skill.

From Lu Changfeng’s perspective, its quality was top-tier. As expected of a Cultivation Technique from the Saint Demon Sect.

However, it was different from what he had guessed. It wasn’t that this technique and the Seven Fengtian Techniques had a distant connection; they had no connection whatsoever.

The Blood Forging Technique portion only went up to the Seventh Layer.

The Tendon Transformation Skill initially opened forty-nine meridians.

This was a far cry from the eighty-one initial meridians recorded in the Seven Fengtian Techniques.

’On the surface, the Cultivation Technique seems to have no connection to the Seven Fengtian Techniques.’

’But the Saint Demon Sect has nine great Demon Sects, as well as the Sect Leader’s own legacy. It’s possible that only the Dark Buddha Demon Sect’s Cultivation Technique is different.’

Lu Changfeng put away the Demon Buddha Skill.

After his mind had relaxed a little, he took another Buddha Heart Pill and resumed his intensive training.

Ever since he had broken through to the Blood Forging Seventh Layer, it had been a long time since he’d felt the thrill of rapidly increasing his strength through cultivation.

The Martial Artists he encountered now were of a higher and higher caliber, and Lu Changfeng was eager to complete the Blood Forging Ninth Layer so he could step into the Tendon Transformation Realm in one go.

With his foundation, he would probably be among the strongest of the Tendon Transformation Martial Artists the moment he stepped into the Tendon Transformation Realm.

By then, he would be much safer in the Martial Arts Realm.

...

「Jiangzhou East Suburb」

An old temple had recently been renovated, and a new one now stood in its place.

The temple was named the "Killing Temple." The name was so murderous that no worshipers dared to come and pray.

Thus, the entrance to the Killing Temple was desolate, with barely any incense smoke.

Just then, a figure flitted through the Killing Temple.

It was the abbot, Master Xuansha, walking into the temple while carrying a person in his hand.

In Xuansha’s grip, a middle-aged Martial Artist was being choked, desperate gurgling sounds escaping his lips.

A temple disciple opened the main gate, chanting "Amitabha Buddha" to welcome the abbot back.

Carrying the middle-aged Martial Artist in one hand, Xuansha strode directly to an Alchemy Room within the temple.

Inside the Alchemy Room, temple disciples had already stoked a furnace, which now burned red-hot.

Xuansha directed a disciple to add various medicinal herbs and Exotic Beast Meat to the furnace.

’Amitabha Buddha.’

’It seems the Saint Master has also run into trouble at the Blood Forging Ninth Heaven.’

’As a member of the Dark Buddha Demon Sect, it is my duty to pave the way for the Saint Master.’

’As the saying goes... if I do not enter Hell, who will?’

A look of terror filled the eyes of the middle-aged Martial Artist in Xuansha’s grasp.

He was a Darts Master who had been out on a trip today, and somehow, he had inexplicably fallen into the hands of this creepy monk.

The monk’s strength was too terrifying. He, a dignified Grand Martial Artist, had been captured, his meridians sealed, and his limbs crippled before he could even put up a fight.

"Do not be afraid, Benefactor. You should rejoice. You will be able to enter the Saint Master’s body, become his nourishment, and witness the rise of the Holy Sect alongside him..."

Xuansha lifted the Darts Master high into the air.

As the medicinal liquid in the Pill Furnace began to boil, he suddenly plunged his hand into the Darts Master’s chest.

The heart’s blood from the Darts Master’s chest shot accurately into the Pill Furnace, mixing with the concoction. Xuansha then ripped the still-beating heart from the Grand Martial Artist’s chest and tossed it into the furnace.

The Darts Master’s life force faded. Xuansha released his grip, and the corpse fell slowly to the floor.

Other temple disciples came to clean up the body, carrying it to the back garden for burial.

"Amitabha Buddha. All of you, refine these Buddha Heart Pills well. They are for the Saint Master’s use."

The temple disciples, who were also disciples of the Dark Buddha Demon Sect, all nodded and respectfully agreed.

’One Grand Martial Artist can only be used to refine a single Buddha Heart Pill.’

’This is too slow. It might not be enough to keep up with the Saint Master’s consumption.’

’Perhaps... I should capture some Bone Refining Martial Sect experts...’ Xuansha circulated his energy, evaporating the fresh blood from his hands, and his figure slowly faded into the depths of the temple.

The temple’s new vermilion paint seemed, for some reason, a little redder.

...

On the eve of Zhao Xingtian’s wedding.

Lu Changfeng consumed three Buddha Heart Pills in one go, and his progress in the Blood Forging Seventh Layer surged forward.

The feeling of such a significant boost in progress was truly exhilarating.

He rested for a few hours that night.

The next morning, Lu Changfeng rose, full of energy, and sat waiting in the main hall with Chunzhu, both dressed in fine attire.

One was the Young Sect Leader of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, the other was the Saintess of the Taihong Association; both were extraordinary figures.

The major newspapers in Jiangzhou Prefecture City had already publicized the wedding extensively.

Logically, the area outside Changle Martial Arts Hall should have been bustling with people.

However, the Taihong Association had made arrangements in advance.

Several hundred of their disciples formed a perimeter, blocking the road and forcing onlookers to watch from a distance.

As one of the Ten Great Sects of Jiangnan Prefecture—and one whose disciples were mostly unhinged—no one was willing to offend the Taihong Association over such a trivial matter.

When the time came, Hong Xiangxiang, the Saintess of the Taihong Association, arrived punctually at the training grounds of Changle Martial Arts Hall, clad in a tight-fitting red outfit and riding a large white horse.

Lu Changfeng and the others went out to greet her. Zhao Xingtian followed among them with an indifferent expression, also dressed in red for the occasion.

"Xingtian, come with me!" Hong Xiangxiang called out from horseback, extending a hand to Zhao Xingtian.

The surrounding disciples began to cheer and jeer. Zhao Xingtian’s expression turned ugly, but he was at least giving Lu Changfeng face and didn’t make a scene.

Zhao Xingtian ignored Hong Xiangxiang’s hand. Instead, he circulated his energy, floated gracefully into the air, and landed steadily on the horse’s back behind her.

Hong Xiangxiang glanced back at him and smiled, unconcerned.

"Well then, Brother-in-Law Lu, I’m taking Xingtian home now!"

"We’ll meet again later at Luoshui Restaurant!"

Lu Changfeng smiled, nodded, and waved them off. "Go on! Congratulations on your marriage!"

Hong Xiangxiang giggled, tugged on the reins, and galloped away with Zhao Xingtian, followed by the Taihong Association disciples in their black robes.

He watched the wedding procession depart.

With a grand wave of his hand, Lu Changfeng ordered the disciples to start the feast.

Several tables had been prepared at the Martial Arts Hall for today.

...

Night fell quickly.

Luoshui Restaurant had been completely booked by the Taihong Association for the day.

The restaurant was filled from top to bottom with Taihong Association disciples.

On the restaurant’s highest level, the fifth floor, elites of the Jiangzhou Prefecture Martial Arts Realm were seated at their tables.

Zhao Xingtian and Hong Xiangxiang sat at the center table, flanked by Lu Changfeng, the Taihong Association’s High Priest, and other high-ranking members of the association.

Zhao Xingtian’s spirits were still low, and he sat listlessly to the side. Still, this was a mess of his own making, and for it to end like this was already a good outcome.

Hong Xiangxiang, on the other hand, was all smiles, looking utterly joyous.

After three rounds of drinks.

The High Priest took a box from his robes.

"Now that you are married, it is time this was given to you."