Chapter 388: The Scabby-Headed Monk! The Court of Judicial Review Official! Wenhua Temple! Master Xingyin! A Demon in Disguise!
Li Yanchu returned to Qingyun Temple.
With Lady Yun now helping out at the Taiping Inn, business had grown even more prosperous with guests coming and going, laughter and chatter filling the halls. And yet, amidst that bustle, Qingyun Temple remained a place of rare tranquility, a haven of stillness set right in the heart of the city’s noise.
Back at the temple, Li Yanchu resumed his martial cultivation, training in both fist and saber. By now, the three martial arts manuals he had practiced were all mastered to their highest level. He was preparing to enhance them once more with merit points.
At his current level, his martial attainments were far beyond that of common martial brutes; “body cultivator” was a more fitting title than mere “warrior.”
To enhance all three martial manuals required a total of six thousand merit points. The Six Yang Saber Art condensed from three forms into one single form, now called Rage-Cleaving a Thousand Armies. In Li Yanchu’s eyes, that meant every strike was a critical hit, and each slash struck harder than the one before it.
The Primordial Chaos Technique elevated his qi shield to an even greater level, each new layer added another shield of astral qi. At its peak, his entire body would be encased in it.
Moreover, it could absorb part of an enemy’s attack and convert it into more astral qi, meaning that if an opponent failed to break through it in one blow, they would only make his defense stronger.
The Divine Astral Hands evolved into three core offensive forms: Crushing, Cleaving, and Cannon. The Crushing Fist shot out like an arrow, the Cleaving Fist fell like an axe, and the Cannon Fist, well, its name spoke for itself, roaring with the power of thunderous artillery.
Each of the three martial arts contained methods for tempering the skin, muscles, bones, blood, and organs. After fully mastering them, his physical body was thoroughly refined, and he became a living weapon of flesh and spirit.
With the Bodhi Pills from Jinguang Temple replenishing his blood and vitality, which was far more potent than any tonic, Li Yanchu’s cultivation advanced like a tiger gaining wings.
Around three or four in the afternoon, Head Constable Wang from the Wei City yamen hurried over, breathless. “Daoist Master Li Yanchu! We’ve got news!”
Li Yanchu stopped his practice and looked at him calmly. “What have you found?”