Chapter 106: Flower Fox Marten
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Chapter 106: Flower Fox Marten
Many warriors who reach the Divine Body Realm focus so much on cultivating divine abilities that they forget the fundamental essence of a warrior lies in the body itself. This leads to a situation where their divine abilities grow powerful, but their bodies remain fragile, causing them to stray further from the true path of martial arts.
Ning Xiaochuan also faced this issue. In his haste to rapidly advance his cultivation, his physical strength had not kept pace with his realm. If the trials within the Jian Pavilion could truly strengthen one’s fleshly body, it would be an immense benefit for him.
To test his theory, Ning Xiaochuan sought out another mystic beast. Soon, he encountered a silver centipede in the desert—the Silver Centipede, a Third-grade Mystic Beast, its body laden with deadly poison. Wherever the Silver Centipede crawled, even the sand and mud turned black.
Having already achieved immunity to most poisons, Ning Xiaochuan was unafraid of the Silver Centipede’s Poison Mist. After a fierce struggle, he managed to slay the beast.
"Whoosh—"
As expected, the Silver Centipede’s corpse dissolved into a thick, blood-red mist that surged into Ning Xiaochuan’s body, merging with every part of him. His bones crackled like frying beans, undergoing subtle yet astonishing changes. Fine crimson veins began to form within his skeleton. Though these veins were still sparse, the transformation was nothing short of extraordinary.
In martial arts, there exists a legendary realm known as "Lotus Threads." It is said that even if one’s body is severed in half by a blade, tiny threads would still connect the two halves. As long as these threads remain unbroken, the body can reassemble itself.
Of course, this is merely a myth. Even a Martial Venerable would perish if cut in half, proving that not even they have reached such a realm.
At this moment, Ning Xiaochuan indeed discovered faint threads within his bones. This did not mean he had attained the "Lotus Threads" realm, but rather that he now possessed the potential to one day achieve it—a rare and remarkable aptitude.
Ning Xiaochuan pressed onward through the desert, hunting mystic beasts wherever he could. With only five days allotted, the more beasts he slew, the stronger his fleshly body would become. This was an opportunity too precious to waste.
To Ning Xiaochuan, five days felt far too short—woefully insufficient.
On the first day alone, he slew six mystic beasts—four Third-grade and two Second-grade—all of which transformed into Blood Qi and fused with his body.
However, he also encountered a Fourth-grade Mystic Beast: the Four-winged Eagle. Its combat prowess far surpassed his own, and it pursued him for over 3,200 kilometers, nearly killing him. Only by burrowing into the sand did he narrowly escape with his life.
As night fell, the desert grew bitterly cold, with howling winds and snowflakes drifting from the sky. All mystic beasts retreated into hiding, vanishing without a trace.
Ning Xiaochuan took shelter beneath a rocky mountain, planning to rest for the night before resuming his hunt the next day.
"Boom!"
With a single punch, he struck the stone wall, carving out a crater three meters in diameter and one meter deep—using nothing but the raw strength of his fist, without a trace of Profound Qi.
In the past, the pure strength of his fist would never have reached this level.
Merely staying in the Jian Pavilion for a single day had doubled the power of his punches—something he had never dared to imagine before. The improvement was immense.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Three consecutive punches blasted open a stone cave.
Ning Xiaochuan sat cross-legged inside the cave, took out a cold jade bottle, and poured out a drop of Martial Venerable's blood. He began refining it.
Physical strength was crucial, but so was cultivation realm. Neither could be neglected.
The next day.
Ning Xiaochuan continued his hunt for mystic beasts, valuing his time even more, striving to find more of them.
On the desolate desert, yellow sand swirled as the sounds of battle raged on.
Ning Xiaochuan was locked in combat with a winged serpent as thick as a barrel.
The serpent had wings on its back, allowing it to take flight, nullifying Ning Xiaochuan's aerial advantage.
This battle was unprecedentedly difficult. The serpent's tail lashed against Ning Xiaochuan's back, leaving a gruesome bloody gash and forcing him to spit out a mouthful of dark red blood.
"Hiss—"
The serpent raised its neck, its body standing like a pillar, its crimson forked tongue flicking out as it opened its maw wide, aiming to bite off Ning Xiaochuan's head.
The massive serpent's head loomed over Ning Xiaochuan, exhaling a pungent stench as thick, corrosive droplets dripped from its mouth.
Ning Xiaochuan stood firm in the desert, stretching out both arms to seize the serpent's fangs, forcing its jaws wide open.
"Lightning!"
Countless bolts of lightning erupted from Ning Xiaochuan's body, coursing through his arms and into the serpent's fangs, spreading throughout its entire form.
The serpent writhed madly, its body coiling like a bow, trying to fling Ning Xiaochuan away.
But Ning Xiaochuan's grip on its fangs was unyielding, keeping its maw pried open as he unleashed a thunderous roar directly into its mouth.
"Heavenly Thunder Bell!"
The deafening sound reverberated through the serpent's body, stiffening it entirely and reducing its internal organs to mush.
Under the power of the lightning, the serpent gradually ceased its struggles, collapsing limply into the sand.
"Whoosh—"
The serpent dissolved into a mass of Blood Qi, surging into Ning Xiaochuan's body. A few more fine threads appeared within his bones, further enhancing his physical resilience.
Another mystic beast slain.
Just as Ning Xiaochuan prepared to seek out more mystic beasts, he sensed an overwhelmingly dangerous presence rapidly approaching. His body instinctively dodged to the left.
"Swish!"
A white shadow flashed past his neck. Had he not reacted in time, his head would have already been severed from his body.
The white shadow landed on the ground, turning to face him with a pair of amber eyes.
A Flower Fox Marten, barely half a meter long, its claws and fangs razor-sharp.
Though small in size, it exuded an aura far more menacing than the winged serpent from before.
The Flower Fox Marten was a fourth-rank mystic beast.
The Flower Fox Marten before him had not yet reached adulthood, but its combat prowess surpassed any Third-grade Mystic Beast. Its eyes locked onto Ning Xiaochuan as it licked its claws, ready to attack again at any moment.
Ning Xiaochuan didn’t hesitate and immediately fled.
After his physical body had grown stronger, his speed had nearly doubled, making him as swift as a gust of wind. With a single step, he could cover six to seven meters.
The Flower Fox Marten gave chase, sprouting wings from its back and taking flight three meters above the ground, matching Ning Xiaochuan’s speed effortlessly.
Ning Xiaochuan dared not use the Wings of Rage—this divine ability was not yet perfected, and his flight speed couldn’t compare to that of mystic beasts born with innate flying capabilities. If he unfurled the Wings of Rage, the Flower Fox Marten would catch up instantly and tear his body apart with its claws.
Ning Xiaochuan fled for 400 kilometers, running all the way to the edge of the desert, yet he still couldn’t shake off the Flower Fox Marten.
At the desert’s end stood a cliff, and above it, a glowing portal hovered in the air.
"This must be the end of the First Floor of the Jian Pavilion Pagoda. That portal leads to the second floor."
Seeing hope, Ning Xiaochuan charged straight toward the glowing portal, trying to escape to the second floor of the Jian Pavilion Pagoda. However, instead of passing through, his body was repelled by a force emanating from the portal.
"Damn it!"
"To open this door, a certain level of physical strength must be required. My current strength isn’t enough—I can’t open the gate to the second floor."
As Ning Xiaochuan was flung back, he collided directly with the pursuing Flower Fox Marten.
A cruel glint flashed in the beast’s eyes as it licked its sharp claws and thrust them toward Ning Xiaochuan’s neck.
"Annihilation Sword Wave!"
Ning Xiaochuan pointed a finger, condensing a sword wave at his fingertip. The wave shot out and clashed with one of the Flower Fox Marten’s claws.
"Boom!"
The beast’s claw shattered into a bloody mist, and its body crashed to the ground, glaring fiercely at Ning Xiaochuan.
Landing back on the ground, Ning Xiaochuan stared at the wounded Flower Fox Marten, his fear completely gone. He decided to fight.
"Whoosh—"
As Ning Xiaochuan’s aura surged, water vapor gathered in the sky, unleashing a torrential downpour that covered a 100-meter radius of the desert.
Standing in the rain, Ning Xiaochuan raised a finger toward the sky, and the moisture condensed into a hundred Sword Qi Shadows, swirling around him.
"Ten Thousand Swords Transforming into Rain!"
The hundred Sword Qi Shadows formed a sword formation, enveloping the Flower Fox Marten as all the sword energies surged toward it.
Despite possessing the body of a Fourth-grade Mystic Beast, the sword energies only managed to scratch its fur, failing to inflict serious damage.
However, the sheer number of swords overwhelmed it. By the time it broke free from the formation, its body was riddled with wounds, especially its wings, which were severely injured.
Though these injuries weren’t fatal, they robbed the beast of its ability to fly.
At this moment, Ning Xiaochuan activated the "Wings of Wind Fury," lifting his body off the ground as he unleashed a barrage of Lightning Balls, relentlessly bombarding the Flower Fox Marten.
The Flower Fox Marten could only endure the attacks helplessly, utterly incapable of fighting back.
Realizing it was no match for Ning Xiaochuan, the Flower Fox Marten burrowed into the sand, attempting to escape underground and return for revenge once its injuries healed.
However, the moment its body submerged into the sand, a Lightning Claw seized it and dragged it back out.
Crack! Crack!
One Lightning Ball after another struck its body. After being hit over 300 times, this immature Fourth-grade Mystic Beast finally perished, transforming into a thick mist of Blood Qi that surged into Ning Xiaochuan’s body.
The Blood Qi left behind by the Flower Fox Marten was exceptionally dense, equivalent to the Blood Qi of five Third-grade Mystic Beasts.
Ning Xiaochuan’s physical strength surged dramatically, nearly doubling once again.
"I should now be able to open the gate leading to the Second Floor of the Jian Pavilion Pagoda."
His gaze fixed on the glowing gate suspended above the cliff. Clenching his fists tightly, his eyes filled with determination as he strode forward steadily.
Many warriors who reach the Divine Body Realm focus so much on cultivating divine abilities that they forget the fundamental essence of a warrior lies in the body itself. This leads to a situation where their divine abilities grow powerful, but their bodies remain fragile, causing them to stray further from the true path of martial arts.
Ning Xiaochuan also faced this issue. In his haste to rapidly advance his cultivation, his physical strength had not kept pace with his realm. If the trials within the Jian Pavilion could truly strengthen one’s fleshly body, it would be an immense benefit for him.
To test his theory, Ning Xiaochuan sought out another mystic beast. Soon, he encountered a silver centipede in the desert—the Silver Centipede, a Third-grade Mystic Beast, its body laden with deadly poison. Wherever the Silver Centipede crawled, even the sand and mud turned black.
Having already achieved immunity to most poisons, Ning Xiaochuan was unafraid of the Silver Centipede’s Poison Mist. After a fierce struggle, he managed to slay the beast.
"Whoosh—"
As expected, the Silver Centipede’s corpse dissolved into a thick, blood-red mist that surged into Ning Xiaochuan’s body, merging with every part of him. His bones crackled like frying beans, undergoing subtle yet astonishing changes. Fine crimson veins began to form within his skeleton. Though these veins were still sparse, the transformation was nothing short of extraordinary.
In martial arts, there exists a legendary realm known as "Lotus Threads." It is said that even if one’s body is severed in half by a blade, tiny threads would still connect the two halves. As long as these threads remain unbroken, the body can reassemble itself.
Of course, this is merely a myth. Even a Martial Venerable would perish if cut in half, proving that not even they have reached such a realm.
At this moment, Ning Xiaochuan indeed discovered faint threads within his bones. This did not mean he had attained the "Lotus Threads" realm, but rather that he now possessed the potential to one day achieve it—a rare and remarkable aptitude.
Ning Xiaochuan pressed onward through the desert, hunting mystic beasts wherever he could. With only five days allotted, the more beasts he slew, the stronger his fleshly body would become. This was an opportunity too precious to waste.
To Ning Xiaochuan, five days felt far too short—woefully insufficient.
On the first day alone, he slew six mystic beasts—four Third-grade and two Second-grade—all of which transformed into Blood Qi and fused with his body.
However, he also encountered a Fourth-grade Mystic Beast: the Four-winged Eagle. Its combat prowess far surpassed his own, and it pursued him for over 3,200 kilometers, nearly killing him. Only by burrowing into the sand did he narrowly escape with his life.
As night fell, the desert grew bitterly cold, with howling winds and snowflakes drifting from the sky. All mystic beasts retreated into hiding, vanishing without a trace.
Ning Xiaochuan took shelter beneath a rocky mountain, planning to rest for the night before resuming his hunt the next day.
"Boom!"
With a single punch, he struck the stone wall, carving out a crater three meters in diameter and one meter deep—using nothing but the raw strength of his fist, without a trace of Profound Qi.
In the past, the pure strength of his fist would never have reached this level.
Merely staying in the Jian Pavilion for a single day had doubled the power of his punches—something he had never dared to imagine before. The improvement was immense.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Three consecutive punches blasted open a stone cave.
Ning Xiaochuan sat cross-legged inside the cave, took out a cold jade bottle, and poured out a drop of Martial Venerable's blood. He began refining it.
Physical strength was crucial, but so was cultivation realm. Neither could be neglected.
The next day.
Ning Xiaochuan continued his hunt for mystic beasts, valuing his time even more, striving to find more of them.
On the desolate desert, yellow sand swirled as the sounds of battle raged on.
Ning Xiaochuan was locked in combat with a winged serpent as thick as a barrel.
The serpent had wings on its back, allowing it to take flight, nullifying Ning Xiaochuan's aerial advantage.
This battle was unprecedentedly difficult. The serpent's tail lashed against Ning Xiaochuan's back, leaving a gruesome bloody gash and forcing him to spit out a mouthful of dark red blood.
"Hiss—"
The serpent raised its neck, its body standing like a pillar, its crimson forked tongue flicking out as it opened its maw wide, aiming to bite off Ning Xiaochuan's head.
The massive serpent's head loomed over Ning Xiaochuan, exhaling a pungent stench as thick, corrosive droplets dripped from its mouth.
Ning Xiaochuan stood firm in the desert, stretching out both arms to seize the serpent's fangs, forcing its jaws wide open.
"Lightning!"
Countless bolts of lightning erupted from Ning Xiaochuan's body, coursing through his arms and into the serpent's fangs, spreading throughout its entire form.
The serpent writhed madly, its body coiling like a bow, trying to fling Ning Xiaochuan away.
But Ning Xiaochuan's grip on its fangs was unyielding, keeping its maw pried open as he unleashed a thunderous roar directly into its mouth.
"Heavenly Thunder Bell!"
The deafening sound reverberated through the serpent's body, stiffening it entirely and reducing its internal organs to mush.
Under the power of the lightning, the serpent gradually ceased its struggles, collapsing limply into the sand.
"Whoosh—"
The serpent dissolved into a mass of Blood Qi, surging into Ning Xiaochuan's body. A few more fine threads appeared within his bones, further enhancing his physical resilience.
Another mystic beast slain.
Just as Ning Xiaochuan prepared to seek out more mystic beasts, he sensed an overwhelmingly dangerous presence rapidly approaching. His body instinctively dodged to the left.
"Swish!"
A white shadow flashed past his neck. Had he not reacted in time, his head would have already been severed from his body.
The white shadow landed on the ground, turning to face him with a pair of amber eyes.
A Flower Fox Marten, barely half a meter long, its claws and fangs razor-sharp.
Though small in size, it exuded an aura far more menacing than the winged serpent from before.
The Flower Fox Marten was a fourth-rank mystic beast.
The Flower Fox Marten before him had not yet reached adulthood, but its combat prowess surpassed any Third-grade Mystic Beast. Its eyes locked onto Ning Xiaochuan as it licked its claws, ready to attack again at any moment.
Ning Xiaochuan didn’t hesitate and immediately fled.
After his physical body had grown stronger, his speed had nearly doubled, making him as swift as a gust of wind. With a single step, he could cover six to seven meters.
The Flower Fox Marten gave chase, sprouting wings from its back and taking flight three meters above the ground, matching Ning Xiaochuan’s speed effortlessly.
Ning Xiaochuan dared not use the Wings of Rage—this divine ability was not yet perfected, and his flight speed couldn’t compare to that of mystic beasts born with innate flying capabilities. If he unfurled the Wings of Rage, the Flower Fox Marten would catch up instantly and tear his body apart with its claws.
Ning Xiaochuan fled for 400 kilometers, running all the way to the edge of the desert, yet he still couldn’t shake off the Flower Fox Marten.
At the desert’s end stood a cliff, and above it, a glowing portal hovered in the air.
"This must be the end of the First Floor of the Jian Pavilion Pagoda. That portal leads to the second floor."
Seeing hope, Ning Xiaochuan charged straight toward the glowing portal, trying to escape to the second floor of the Jian Pavilion Pagoda. However, instead of passing through, his body was repelled by a force emanating from the portal.
"Damn it!"
"To open this door, a certain level of physical strength must be required. My current strength isn’t enough—I can’t open the gate to the second floor."
As Ning Xiaochuan was flung back, he collided directly with the pursuing Flower Fox Marten.
A cruel glint flashed in the beast’s eyes as it licked its sharp claws and thrust them toward Ning Xiaochuan’s neck.
"Annihilation Sword Wave!"
Ning Xiaochuan pointed a finger, condensing a sword wave at his fingertip. The wave shot out and clashed with one of the Flower Fox Marten’s claws.
"Boom!"
The beast’s claw shattered into a bloody mist, and its body crashed to the ground, glaring fiercely at Ning Xiaochuan.
Landing back on the ground, Ning Xiaochuan stared at the wounded Flower Fox Marten, his fear completely gone. He decided to fight.
"Whoosh—"
As Ning Xiaochuan’s aura surged, water vapor gathered in the sky, unleashing a torrential downpour that covered a 100-meter radius of the desert.
Standing in the rain, Ning Xiaochuan raised a finger toward the sky, and the moisture condensed into a hundred Sword Qi Shadows, swirling around him.
"Ten Thousand Swords Transforming into Rain!"
The hundred Sword Qi Shadows formed a sword formation, enveloping the Flower Fox Marten as all the sword energies surged toward it.
Despite possessing the body of a Fourth-grade Mystic Beast, the sword energies only managed to scratch its fur, failing to inflict serious damage.
However, the sheer number of swords overwhelmed it. By the time it broke free from the formation, its body was riddled with wounds, especially its wings, which were severely injured.
Though these injuries weren’t fatal, they robbed the beast of its ability to fly.
At this moment, Ning Xiaochuan activated the "Wings of Wind Fury," lifting his body off the ground as he unleashed a barrage of Lightning Balls, relentlessly bombarding the Flower Fox Marten.
The Flower Fox Marten could only endure the attacks helplessly, utterly incapable of fighting back.
Realizing it was no match for Ning Xiaochuan, the Flower Fox Marten burrowed into the sand, attempting to escape underground and return for revenge once its injuries healed.
However, the moment its body submerged into the sand, a Lightning Claw seized it and dragged it back out.
Crack! Crack!
One Lightning Ball after another struck its body. After being hit over 300 times, this immature Fourth-grade Mystic Beast finally perished, transforming into a thick mist of Blood Qi that surged into Ning Xiaochuan’s body.
The Blood Qi left behind by the Flower Fox Marten was exceptionally dense, equivalent to the Blood Qi of five Third-grade Mystic Beasts.
Ning Xiaochuan’s physical strength surged dramatically, nearly doubling once again.
"I should now be able to open the gate leading to the Second Floor of the Jian Pavilion Pagoda."
His gaze fixed on the glowing gate suspended above the cliff. Clenching his fists tightly, his eyes filled with determination as he strode forward steadily.
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