Chapter 15

When Zhuang Wudao awoke again, it was already the early morning of the next day. The decaying sword was still tightly held in his arms, as if he were embracing his lover in a passionate embrace. On the scabbard, there were faint traces of saliva from his sleep.

Zhuang Wudao's face turned slightly red, and he carefully wiped it clean with his sleeve, feeling particularly grateful that he was living alone. Otherwise, if his brothers had seen him, they would surely have laughed at him.

"Strange, I feel refreshed and not at all tired—"

In the dream last night, 'Yun'er' explained what a life-bound mystic art was, and then began to demonstrate martial arts for him. The first was the Dragon Subduing Tiger Taming Fist, starting from the Dragon Subduing Strike to the final Dragon Tiger Convergence, all of which were clearly demonstrated and explained in detail.

At that moment, Zhuang Wudao truly felt the gap between them, which was like the difference between a giant and a child, a grandmaster and an apprentice. The same twelve Dragon Subduing Strikes, when performed by 'Yun'er', were a completely different set of fists, incredibly pleasing to the eye, and even more ferocious and terrifying!

At that time, he had only one thought: this set of fists could actually be used in such a way.

Next came the Great Boulder Hand and the Xingyi Six Harmonies. The former was a straightforward, powerful fist style with little variation but immense strength. The latter, on the other hand, was created by imitating the combat movements and abilities of six mythical beasts in the world, with rather ugly postures, but it was also a straightforward and direct fist style, emphasizing the harmony of mind and intention, form and spirit.

According to 'Yun'er', this set of fists was more suitable for battle formations, capable of taking the head of a general amidst thousands of soldiers. There was no way to compare, and Zhuang Wudao could not know how skilled Luo Qingyun was in these two sets of fists.

However, he knew that if he were to fight her now, even at the same level of cultivation, he could not withstand even a single move! The explanation of each fist style was incredibly detailed, breaking down every posture so that he could see it clearly and understand it without any doubt.

Four sets of martial arts, but 'Yun'er' did not explain the Bull Demon Mystic Body in detail. Instead, she taught him several strange postures called the Great Derivation Technique, which could be practiced alongside the Sword Essence Technique, supposedly with better results. Its ability to strengthen the body was far superior to the Tiger Taming Fist, and it was key to mastering the Great Boulder Hand within three months.

These postures were extremely complex, requiring every muscle and bone in the body to be perfectly aligned, with almost strict requirements.

Even with his photographic memory, Zhuang Wudao still spent a whole half day memorizing these postures. Most of the night was spent on this body-strengthening technique, and he only managed to learn a third of the entire 'Great Derivation Technique'. The rest would have to wait for his next dream.

Zhuang Wudao's learning was not just about memorization. He always liked to think, and the greatest regret of his life was the lack of a master to guide him, leaving him to explore on his own.

In his eyes, the sword spirit 'Yun'er' had a level of martial arts expertise that far surpassed any martial arts master! With such an opportunity, Zhuang Wudao naturally took every word 'Yun'er' said to heart, memorizing and trying to verify it with his own martial arts knowledge. After 'Yun'er' taught a set of fists, he would practice it a couple of times to deepen his memory.

As a result, the mental strain was considerable. Zhuang Wudao had already prepared himself to be mentally exhausted after waking up.

However, to his surprise, when he opened his eyes again, he felt no fatigue at all. Although he was not in a state of extreme excitement, the quality of rest from this dream was no less than his usual sleep.

The surprises given by the Light Cloud Sword seemed endless.

Zhuang Wudao had some reservations and vigilance, worrying that the so-called sword spirit in the sword was actually an old demon. It could take advantage of his lack of attention and possess his body to be reborn. Such stories were not uncommon in the myths and legends of Yuecheng.

Therefore, Zhuang Wudao was always cautious, never fully trusting 'Yun'er', and always on guard against the day of possession. Living at the bottom of Yuecheng, mixing in the market, made him instinctively suspicious of everything.

However, now, he knew nothing about 'Yun'er's origin and abilities. Even if he wanted to be cautious, he did not know where to start.

After last night's dream, such thoughts became even fainter. At least the sword spirit 'Yun'er' was genuinely teaching him martial arts. If it was just for possession or had other intentions, it would not need to do so.

"Whatever! I don't care. Even if it is possession, I'll just have to accept it!"

Among the various techniques 'Yun'er' taught him, the only ones that seemed suspicious were the Sword Essence Technique and the Great Derivation Technique.

The path to ascension had been laid out by the sword spirit 'Yun'er'. He could not give up just because of the fear of possession, which was still just a matter of imagination.

At this moment, Zhuang Wudao's heart was completely filled with the sentiment of 'hearing the truth in the morning and dying in the evening'.

Two days and two nights, two consecutive dreams. The sword spirit in the Light Cloud Sword had opened a door for him. Just by crossing it, he would enter the colorful world he had dreamed of for over a decade.

Just to experience it, even death would be acceptable—

Perhaps because he was too focused in the dream, Zhuang Wudao was still somewhat dazed after waking up. His mind was filled with the image of Yun'er.

—The twelve Dragon Subduing Strikes, Dragon Subduing Tiger Taming, Great Boulder Hand, Xingyi Six Harmonies, and the Great Derivation Technique. They were like a carousel in his mind, moving back and forth.

His hands moved involuntarily, constantly mimicking the movements. Every time he gained something, he felt incredibly happy, even dancing with joy. Especially the twelve Dragon Subduing Strikes, which he already had a foundation in. As he recalled them, he found them increasingly profound, and 'Yun'er' had elevated this set of fists to a divine level.

Zhuang Wudao was so engrossed that he did not even realize how he completed his morning routine. He moved instinctively, following his usual actions, while his mind was still immersed in the three sets of fists 'Yun'er' taught him yesterday.

He vaguely noticed that the small courtyard they used as a base was much busier than usual, with several unfamiliar faces and a few slightly familiar ones.

Zhuang Wudao did not pay attention. At this moment, whether they were familiar or strangers, it made no difference to him, and he could not be distracted at all.

Until a loud, angry voice sounded in his ear: "Qin Feng, your great expert Zhuang seems to look down on us! What does this mean? Is he not taking us brothers seriously? The deputy hall master hasn't even been appointed, and he already has such a big attitude?"

Zhuang Wudao frowned, his mind returning from the near-obsessive state. He then saw a mountain-like figure blocking his path. A head at least three feet taller than his own, looking down at him with an unfriendly expression, full of anger.

Qin Feng was standing nearby, his face full of headache and embarrassment.

"Are you, Wang Wu?"

With just one glance, Zhuang Wudao recognized the man. The other's physical characteristics were too unique to forget.

Wang Wu, the meat mountain, lived up to his name. Nine feet tall, as fat as a mountain. His exact weight was unknown, but his body width required four ordinary people standing side by side to match.

He was also a bully on Yuhuan Street. A Bone Marrow Realm martial artist with six or seven brothers, he monopolized the pork business on the street. Relying on his unmatched weight, he practiced the Mountain Shaking Hammer and the Shadow Piercing Hand, making him untouchable. He was the only person on the entire street who could face a direct confrontation.

When Zhuang Wudao first entered the Bone Marrow Realm a year and a half ago, he tried to get involved in the pork business and had several encounters with this guy, but he suffered significant losses. Only with the help of many people could he barely escape from this person.

His Dragon Subduing Strikes, though powerful, could not even scratch this man's fatty body.

In terms of countering Dragon Subduing Tiger Taming, it was even more effective than Shi Hu's 'Golden Armor Mystic Gang'.

His gaze swept over the few people in front of him, and Zhuang Wudao's eyes were still dazed. He realized that the Bone Marrow Realm martial artists gathered in this small courtyard were not just 'Meat Mountain' Wang Wu. There were two others who were familiar faces from Yuhuan Street.

Finally, when Zhuang Wudao's gaze settled on Qin Feng, he suddenly understood. The latter then smiled bitterly: "I invited Brother Wang and the others here today to discuss important matters. Remember, I mentioned this to you last night?"

Zhuang Wudao carefully recalled and found that it was indeed true. However, at that time, he was eager to enter the dream and meet the sword spirit Yun'er, so he did not pay much attention.

However, with their strength of over twenty people, it was indeed a challenge to take over the entire Yuhuan Street.

If Qin Feng wanted to establish a name, merging with these small forces on Yuhuan Street was the best choice. They knew each other well and had some connections.

Qin Feng continued: "Brother Wang greeted you just now, but you completely ignored him. So Brother Wang got angry and said you were looking down on him."

Zhuang Wudao was taken aback and then felt embarrassed. He knew he was wrong today and sincerely bowed deeply to Wang Wu: "Brother Wang, I was deeply engrossed in something just now, and it was not intentional. I was wrong today, and I apologize to you!"

Wang Wu, however, snorted coldly: "I don't think you were wrong, but you deliberately wanted to show me off! I heard your cultivation has improved a lot recently? It's been a year since we last fought, so I don't know how your fist skills are now. Do you have the qualifications to be above me, Wang Wu?"

He then directly extended his fleshy giant hand towards Zhuang Wudao. Despite his obesity, his hand moved like a shadow, so fast that it left no room for reaction.

Zhuang Wudao was unprepared, but his body instinctively took a slide step to the left. With the Dragon Walking Tiger Stepping, he easily avoided Wang Wu's giant hand.

Wang Wu was surprised and his eyes flashed with astonishment. He then changed his palm to a fist, swinging it like a heavy hammer.

Zhuang Wudao, without hesitation, stepped forward and skillfully entered Wang Wu's embrace. Then he punched Wang Wu's chest with both fists.

Shocking Dragon!

The powerful force sent Zhuang Wudao reeling back three steps, his mouth tasting sweet. However, he heard a loud bang and saw Wang Wu flying three yards away, completely collapsing a courtyard wall.