Chapter 125 Two Months Later! Peace? Price?

"But since you have mastered so many of our sect's martial arts, you can be called the Holy Son of the Star-Moon Tower."

The old man whispered.

Turn around!

Walk towards the distance.

"The Star-Moon Tower should be congratulated. The hand extended by Emperor Chu has been cut off. I believe it will be more prosperous in the future."

Ji Lu spoke slowly.

The old man's departing figure paused for a moment, then continued on his way, as if he had not heard Ji Lu's words.

As the Star-Moon Tower team left, the Beast Taming Sect, led by their leader, also headed towards the mountain gate.

Unlike the unwilling disciples of the Star-Moon Pagoda, everyone in the Beast Taming Sect had a happy smile on their face.

The war is about to end for the Beastmaster Sect.

After all, the oath has been spread throughout the world, and no matter how shameless the Star-Moon Tower is, it will not deny it.

Liang Hui, who was the first to return to the sect, sat cross-legged in his own palace, recovering his consumed internal energy.

At the same time, thinking about the gains from this battle, the biggest gain was undoubtedly the experiment with Yin and Water attribute boxing. The efforts of nearly a month were not in vain.

Not only does it give me an additional means of fighting the enemy, but I can also start to perfect the Xuanwu Fist.

The second gain was that through the battle I understood the path Yao Yue wanted to take.

The moon is extremely yin, and the imperial dragon energy is undoubtedly extremely yang.

The fusion and combination of yin and yang is undoubtedly a noble and correct path.

And Yao Yue’s journey on this road can be considered not bad, but it is just not bad.

She was too generous. If she took the extreme yin or extreme yang route alone, she could have made it to the ninth turn of the bright moon relying on herself.

Although it will still fall under the ten turns of the bright moon.

It’s a pity that Liang Hui’s own path of martial arts has already been confirmed, otherwise he might have been able to take the path of Yin and Yang creation.

As for the Taoist priest, his path is very simple and clear, that is, extreme fire and extreme sharpness, nothing else.

Stop the thoughts in your mind and end the summary of this fight.

He stood up, walked slowly to the palace gate, and looked down at the ruined mountains.

There was a smile on his face, and he should have some time to practice in peace from now on.

Since then.

In the early morning, Liang Hui practiced blood refining, using his internal energy to continuously warm the blood in his body and increase his own Qi and blood.

At the same time, the Five Sacred Fists were being perfected.

At noon, practice at the innate level, constantly absorb the breath between heaven and earth, enhance your own magic power, and strengthen the connection with your innate sword.

As for the evening practice, it is still martial arts.

Two months passed in a flash.

Over the past two months, the news of Liang Hui's defeat of the Saint of the Star-Moon Tower and the royal family of Great Chu spread throughout the world.

She is even considered to be a genius who can be compared with the truly top Taoist saints, saint sons, and goddesses.

Relying on such a reputation, the Beastmaster Sect has accepted many talented disciples.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful and the palaces are magnificent.

Liang Hui stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the mountains behind him.

In two months, without the threat of war, the mountain gate has returned to its pre-war state.

However, in the past two months, my own practice has slowed down.

Blood Refining (14.35%)

After four days of practice, the increase was only one percent.

The Taoist priests are even slower: Benming (11.25%).

This progress is only possible after having sufficient resources and repeatedly "entering the dreams" of blood refining and qi meridian warriors, and having a deeper understanding of the blood refining and life realm.

To be honest, Liang Hui can understand such progress.

After all, the higher the level of cultivation, the slower the speed of cultivation, and this cannot be changed.

It only took Liang Hui more than a year to advance beyond blood refining and start blood transfusion. What else was there to be dissatisfied about?

In terms of boxing, he has perfected the Xuanwu Fist and is also creating the White Tiger Fist.

It can be said that the true Five Sacred Fists have already gone more than halfway.

Suddenly, a gentle voice echoed in my ears.

The boy's thoughts were interrupted. "Michiko, come here."

Turn your eyes to the mountain peaks that reach into the clouds not far away.

The next moment, it turned into a stream of light and went towards the mountain.

In the quaint courtyard, Liang Hui opened the door and saw Ji Lu with his back to him.

"Master, what's the matter?"

A direct inquiry.

Ji Lu did not reply immediately. He turned around, took out a yellowed ancient book from his pocket and handed it over.

"This is the earth-attributed tiger fist you need, the 'Loam-Suppressing Tiger Fist'. I searched all over Earth Province and finally found it in a sect that was almost extinct."

"Sorry for the trouble, Master."

A hint of joy flashed in Liang Hui's eyes.

He took the ancient book, feeling its special aura while flipping through the martial arts book.

"The Soil-Suppressing Tiger Fist can only be practiced to the marrow refining level."

"It's a pity that there is no more advanced earth-attributed tiger boxing in the entire Earth Province, otherwise the sect would definitely find it for you."

"For me, that's enough."

The young man smiled, closed the ancient book and put it in his arms.

The White Tiger Fist will be completed.

From the beginning, he had no intention of practicing the ordinary golden-attribute White Tiger Fist.

The Earth Tiger involves the true power of the Five Sacred Fists.

However, what Liang Hui did not expect was that the sect had collected such a remote boxing technique in less than half a month.

I'm afraid more than one Qi channel has been dispatched.

The smile on Ji Lu's face suddenly disappeared, and he slowly walked up to the young man.

"Daozi, Zhou and Chu are going to have peace talks."

"Great Zhou, prepare to send a peace negotiation team to the State of Chu to discuss specific matters."

"It should be something about me, Sect Master, otherwise the sect wouldn't tell me about this."

Liang Hui placed his palm on the hilt of the sword, feeling its roughness, with a calm expression.

Ji Lu nodded.

"Da Chu has specified that you must be part of the peace talks team, and Da Zhou has also agreed to this request."

"What does the sect think?"

The young man's expression became more indifferent, and he lifted his hand from the hilt of the sword and placed it in front of him.

"They just want to negotiate with you in exchange for your head. How can the sect agree to this? Even if the whole sect perishes, it will not do so."

"The whole clan is dead?"

Liang Hui looked at the middle-aged man in front of him seriously. The flowing light clock in his mind trembled slightly, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.

It was not that he was too cautious, but since the State of Zhou had promised the State of Chu, it would definitely give the Beastmaster Sect sufficient rewards in exchange for his life.

Without knowing his specific identity.

On one side, the sect is reviving and the Taoism is flourishing; on the other side, it is being suppressed and defeated.

Regardless of personal feelings, under the most rational circumstances, it is not difficult to make the right decision.

"Promise the court." Liang Hui suddenly spoke, staring at Ji Lu, observing his reaction.

"Why? Daozi, do you not trust the sect?"

"I still think that the sect is ungrateful. Even when the Qingheng Sect drove them out of Qingzhou two hundred years ago, the sect did not abandon a single disciple."

"Not to mention now, they want our sect to give up Daozi. If the sect agrees, then that will truly cut off hope."

Ji Lu replied in a deep voice.

The words were full of honesty.

"Promise them."

Liang Hui repeated it again, but the hand that was extended forward had been put down.

　Sorry! Update is late today.

　　It's already past eight when I get back from work.

　　But at least the update is completed.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)