Chapter 131 Gale Blade Technique

In the Eastern Continent, the winds and clouds suddenly ceased.

If the moment Ancestor Cao Lin fell, the Eastern Continent was roiling like boiling water, then the Eastern Continent at this moment was like a deep pool frozen by extreme cold, dead silent to the point of causing panic.

Great Chu Dynasty, Imperial Palace.

The magnificent palace, which was usually filled with singing, dancing, and bowing officials, was now shrouded in a suffocating haze.

Great Chu Emperor Chu Changsheng sat on the dragon throne with a pallid complexion.

The two top-grade Mind-Nourishing Jade Spheres in his hands had already been crushed into powder, but he was completely unaware of it.

Below the steps, eleven special envoys, dusty and terrified, knelt.

"Speak!"

Chu Changsheng slammed the dragon desk, his voice raspy like two rusted iron plates rubbing together. "Are you all mute? I sent you to contact the other eleven Great Dynasties to form a 'Demon-Slaying Alliance' to resist that devil Ye Haocheng! And the result? What did they say?!"

The palace was dead silent, with only the heavy breathing of the envoys.

After a long while, an envoy sent to the "Heavenly Sword Dynasty" tremblingly raised his head, his forehead pressed against the ground, and said with a crying voice, "Yo... Your Majesty, the Heavenly Sword Emperor said... he said..."

"Say what!"

"He said... the Heavenly Sword Ancestor recently caught a cold and needs to go into seclusion for a hundred years to recuperate. The entire dynasty must pray for the Ancestor, and they are too busy... too busy to attend to the affairs of other countries."

"Bullshit!!"

Chu Changsheng was so angry that he swept the memorials off the dragon desk to the ground. "The Heavenly Sword Ancestor is a powerhouse at the Third Heaven of the Martial Venerable Realm; he has long been immune to cold and heat. What kind of cold? This is clearly an excuse! A pretext!!"

He panted heavily, his scarlet gaze sweeping to another envoy sent to the "Great Qian Dynasty". "What about the Great Qian Dynasty? What did the Great Qian Emperor say? He and I are in-laws! Could it be that he would watch me die without helping?"

The envoy shuddered and buried his head lower. "The Great Qian Emperor said... recently, droughts have been frequent within the Great Qian Dynasty, the people are suffering, the national treasury is empty, and they are truly unable to send troops. He also said... he also said that Your Majesty should take care of yourself and not... not bring trouble to the Great Qian Dynasty."

"Take care of myself... what a 'take care of myself'!"

Chu Changsheng laughed in extreme anger, his laughter shrill and desolate. "What a bunch of wind-swaying grass! What a bunch of cowardly old foxes!"

The subsequent reports, without exception, were all rejections.

Some said there were monster riots at the borders, some said there were internal struggles within the royal family, and others even closed their doors and refused to see them, not even accepting the Great Chu Dynasty's official letters.

This is reality.

If Ye Haocheng had only killed an ordinary Martial Venerable, perhaps the various Great Dynasties would have united out of fear that if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold.

But Ye Haocheng killed Ancestor Cao Lin too easily.

One sword!

The brilliance of that sword not only severed Ancestor Cao Lin's head but also severed the last sliver of luck in the hearts of the emperors of the various Great Dynasties.

Who dares to gamble?

Who knows how many of those sword talismans Ye Haocheng still has in his hands?

What if he still has ten or eight more?

Whoever jumps out to be the first bird at this time will be the next Feather God Dynasty!

"Your Majesty, now... what should we do?" the Prime Minister asked tremblingly.

Chu Changsheng leaned back on the dragon throne dejectedly, as if he had aged decades in an instant.

He looked at the empty palace, his eyes full of despair and fear.

The entire Eastern Continent was in silence.

This silence was more terrifying than war.

It meant that the Great Chu Dynasty had been isolated and had become a piece of meat on Ye Haocheng's chopping board, which could be chopped into meat paste by that butcher's knife at any moment.

"Pass down the order..."

Chu Changsheng's voice was so weak it was almost inaudible. "Activate the Great Guardian Array at the highest level. Recall all princes and generals who are outside. Also... starting from today, increase the palace night patrol personnel tenfold. If there is any disturbance, kill without mercy!"

That night, the Great Chu Imperial Palace was brightly lit, and no one slept.

That high and mighty Emperor even hid a sharp blade under his pillow while sleeping, waking up at the slightest sound, like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring.

Barren Sand Sea, Asura Hall Headquarters.

Unlike the panic in the outside world, this place was a scene of solemnity and fanaticism.

The huge black palace complex loomed in the yellow sand, like a lurking ancient giant beast.

With Ye Haocheng's battle that sealed his godhood, the prestige of the Asura Hall reached its peak.

Countless rogue cultivators, outlaws, and even geniuses from small and medium-sized forces frantically flocked to the Barren Sand Sea, just to join the Asura Hall, even if it meant being a sweeping servant.

But Ye Haocheng did not pay attention to these mundane affairs, handing them all over to Jin Daoming and the newly joined Deng Tianlong to handle.

Deep inside the headquarters, in a secret room made of ten-thousand-year obsidian.

Ye Haocheng sat cross-legged, surrounded by spirit-gathering arrays, and the rich spiritual energy almost turned into substantial white mist, swirling around him.

"Hoo..."

He exhaled a breath of stale air, adjusted his state, and then with a thought, summoned the system interface.

[Host: Ye Haocheng] [Cultivation: Peak of the Ninth Level of the Martial King Realm] [luck points: 3,250,000 points] [Cultivation Method: Eight Desolations Invincible Great Carefree Scripture (Third Layer)] [...]

Looking at the luck points as high as over three million, a gleam flashed in Ye Haocheng's eyes.

"Ancestor Cao Lin, this old guy, is indeed a great treasure."

This battle not only eliminated the Feather God Dynasty, this major threat, but also made him rich overnight.

Over three million luck points, in the past, was a number he wouldn't even dare to imagine.

"System, exchange for five high-level item summons and five high-level character summons."

Ye Haocheng did not hesitate and directly issued the order.

To gain a foothold in this cruel cultivation world, relying on external objects (such as sword talismans) is not enough; one's own strength and the foundation of the faction are the fundamentals.

Item summoning can improve personal combat power, and character summoning can enhance the foundation of the Asura Hall.

[Ding! Deducted 3,000,000 luck points, exchange successful!] [Current remaining luck points: 250,000 points.]

Looking at the balance that instantly shrank, although Ye Haocheng felt the pain, he was also full of anticipation.

"Let's try five item summons first to test the waters."

As his thought moved, a huge golden roulette that only he could see appeared before his eyes.

The roulette was divided into six areas: white, green, blue, purple, gold, and red, representing treasures of six grades: Mortal, Spirit, Profound, Earth, Heaven, and Saint.

"Start!"

The roulette spun rapidly, turning into a stream of light.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Profound-grade low-tier medicinal pill, one bottle of Qi Recovery Pills.]

Ye Haocheng's mouth twitched.

Three hundred thousand luck points just for a bottle of Qi Recovery Pills?

This luck is truly something else.

"Again!"

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Profound-grade mid-tier weapon, one Cyan Steel Sword.]

"Trash. Continue!"

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Earth-grade low-tier cultivation method, "Gale Blade Technique".]

Ye Haocheng frowned slightly.

Although Earth-grade cultivation methods are priceless in the outside world and enough to make small sects fight to the death, for him, with the "Eight Desolations Invincible Great Carefree Scripture" as a superior option, this kind of cultivation method can only be used to enrich the Asura Hall's scripture library.

"Fourth time!"

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining: one Millennium Vermilion Fruit.]

Ye Haocheng sighed.

Four draws in a row, although not all trash, they certainly can't be called top-tier.

Did I not check the almanac when I went out today, that my luck is so bad?

"Last time... System, you'd better make me proud!"

Ye Haocheng took a deep breath, staring fixedly at the slowly stopping pointer.

It must be gold! It must be gold!

As if hearing his prayer, the pointer slowly slid past the purple area and finally tremblingly stopped on a small area emitting dazzling golden light!

Buzz—!

The entire system interface instantly erupted with a burst of brilliant golden light, and even Ye Haocheng's sea of consciousness was illuminated.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for a burst of luck! Obtained Heaven-grade top-tier spiritual object—one Golden Dragon Blood Essence!]

"Golden Dragon Blood Essence?!"

Ye Haocheng opened his eyes abruptly, a flash of light in his hand, and a blood ball the size of a fist, crystal clear like a ruby throughout, appeared in his palm.

As soon as this blood ball appeared, the temperature in the secret room soared instantly, as if what he was holding was not blood, but a small sun.

Roar—!

Vaguely, Ye Haocheng seemed to hear a desolate and ancient dragon roar coming from the blood ball.

In the depths of the blood-red liquid, there was actually a miniature Five-Clawed Golden Dragon phantom swimming, exuding an aura of supreme majesty.

"This is... true pure-blooded True Dragon Essence Blood?!"

Ye Haocheng's breathing became rapid.

In this world, the dragon race had long been extinct, leaving only flood dragons, sub-dragons, and the like.

And this blood essence, labeled by the system as "Golden Dragon", is a legendary divine beast!

He quickly checked the item description: [Golden Dragon Blood Essence: Extracted from the heart essence blood of an ancient Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, containing immense life essence and True Dragon laws. Consuming it can shed one's mortal body and exchange bones, reshape the physical body, greatly increase physical strength and blood energy, and has a chance to awaken the "True Dragon Body" or comprehend "Dragon Race Divine Abilities".]

"Good stuff! It's practically tailor-made for me!"

Ye Haocheng was overjoyed.

The "Eight Desolations Invincible Great Carefree Scripture" he practiced was an extremely domineering ancient miraculous technique.

This technique emphasizes "containing the eight desolations in the body, wandering in the Great Void with the mind." Cultivating it to the extreme can make the physical body holy and immune to all laws.

But this technique has a huge threshold, which is the extremely high requirement for physical strength.

Ye Haocheng had been stuck at the peak of the Ninth Level of the Martial King Realm for some time, unable to break through to the Martial Emperor Realm. It was not because his spiritual power was insufficient, but because his physical body could not yet bear the terrifying pressure of the Martial Emperor Realm's "borrowing the momentum of heaven and earth".

If he forced a breakthrough, he would very likely explode and die.

"With this Golden Dragon Blood Essence, my physical weakness will be completely filled, and I will even surpass everyone of the same rank!"

Ye Haocheng's eyes flashed with the flames of ambition.

He glanced at the remaining one million plus luck points. He had originally wanted to continue with character summons, but he changed his mind at this moment.

No matter how strong the summoned characters are, they are ultimately external forces.

Only one's own strength is the eternal truth.

"Break through first! It won't be too late to summon after I step into the Martial Emperor Realm!"

Ye Haocheng temporarily sealed those five character summon opportunities, then adjusted his breathing, letting himself enter an ethereal state.

"Eight Desolations Invincible, Great Carefree Wandering... Today, I will borrow the blood of the True Dragon to forge my Indestructible Golden Body!"

Without any hesitation, Ye Haocheng tilted his head back and swallowed the scorching "Golden Dragon Blood Essence" in one gulp.

Boom!!!

The moment the blood essence entered his throat, it didn't slide down the esophagus but instantly turned into an extremely violent golden torrent, rushing into his limbs and bones.

Pain!

Heart-tearing and lung-splitting pain!

It felt as if he hadn't swallowed essence blood, but billions of red-hot steel needles.

"Ugh ah—!!"

Even though Ye Haocheng's will was as firm as iron, he couldn't help but let out a low roar at this moment.

His skin instantly turned crimson as blood, veins bulging like winding earthworms.

That domineering True Dragon power rampaged inside his body, frantically destroying his meridians, bones, and muscles, and then rebuilding them at an astonishing speed.

Breaking and then establishing!

"Eight Desolations Invincible Great Carefree Scripture, rotate for me!!"

Ye Haocheng held onto a sliver of clarity in his spiritual altar, frantically operating the cultivation technique.

He saw the space behind him slightly twisting, and a vast painting slowly unfolded.

Inside the painting, the eight desolations and six harmonies, mountains and rivers, stars and oceans, all appeared.

A domineering will of "Above and below heaven, I alone am supreme" erupted from his body, attempting to tame the untamable True Dragon power.

Roar—!

The Golden Dragon phantom inside his body let out an unwilling roar and counterattacked frantically.

This was a dual game of will and body.

If he couldn't hold on, Ye Haocheng would be burned to ashes by the True Dragon's blood; if he held on, it would be the carp leaping over the dragon gate, soaring into the sky!

Time passed minute by minute.

The temperature in the secret room had become high enough to melt gold and iron.

Ye Haocheng's clothes had long turned to ashes, revealing his muscular body.

At this moment, his skin was undergoing strange changes.

On his originally fair skin, dense golden patterns began to appear. These patterns intertwined, vaguely resembling the shape of dragon scales.

And deep in his bones, there came bursts of muffled sounds like thunder.

That was the bone marrow producing blood. The new blood was no longer bright red but carried a faint golden glow, heavy as mercury, flowing like a river.

Don't know how long it had been.

Maybe a day, maybe a month.

When the last trace of the violent True Dragon power was completely refined and absorbed by the "Eight Desolations Invincible Great Carefree Scripture".

Crack!

Inside Ye Haocheng's body, there seemed to be a crisp sound of glass breaking.

That was the barrier of the realm, broken!

Boom—!!!

A vast, boundless, ocean-like aura erupted from Ye Haocheng's body, instantly breaking through the barrier of the secret room and soaring straight into the clouds!

At this moment, the entire Barren Sand Sea shook.

The originally clear sky suddenly changed color.

With the Asura Hall headquarters as the center, the spiritual energy within a thousand miles gathered frantically, forming a huge spiritual energy funnel that poured down.

In the center of that funnel, a hundred-zhang-long Golden Dragon phantom circled and roared, exuding a heart-palpitating imperial pressure.

"This... what kind of phenomenon is this?!"

"What terrifying pressure! Could it be that a treasure has been born?"

"No! This aura is coming from the headquarters! It's the Hall Master! The Hall Master has broken through!!"

Jin Daoming, Deng Tianlong, and others who were handling affairs rushed out of the hall, looking up at the phenomenon in the sky, their eyes full of shock.

Jin Daoming was trembling all over because he felt the suppression originating from the depths of his bloodline.

Although he is a Golden Winged Peng, known as a dragon-eater, that is only for flood dragons.

Facing the true pressure of a True Dragon, he still felt a natural fear.

"A Martial King breaking through to a Martial Emperor can actually trigger such a phenomenon of heaven and earth... How terrifying is the Hall Master's foundation?" Deng Tianlong murmured to himself, his awe of Ye Haocheng deepening.

Inside the secret room.

Ye Haocheng slowly opened his eyes.

Swish!

Two golden beams shot out from his eyes, piercing directly through the hard obsidian wall in front of him.

At this time, his appearance had not changed much, but his temperament had undergone earth-shaking changes.

If he was a sharp sword with exposed edges before, then now, he is a towering mountain, a deep ocean.

Under that streamlined musculature, there contained a terrifying explosive power capable of moving mountains and filling seas.

He gently clenched his fist.

Bang!

The air in his palm was directly squeezed and exploded, making a crisp sound.

"Is this... the Martial Emperor Realm?"

Ye Haocheng felt the surging, endless spiritual power in his body, which was ten times thicker than before, and a confident smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

He stood up, his body making a series of crackling sounds, like popping beans.

"First Heaven of the Martial Emperor Realm!"

"But relying on this 'Eight Desolations Dragon Body' tempered by the Golden Dragon Blood Essence, plus the domineering nature of the Great Carefree Scripture, even at the peak of the Martial Emperor Realm, I can kill with one punch!"

"Even for a powerhouse who has just entered the Martial Saint Realm, I have the strength to fight!"

Ye Haocheng took a deep breath, the light in his eyes brighter than the stars in the sky.

"Only now can I truly be considered qualified to place a piece on the chessboard of the Eastern Continent."

"The number one person of the younger generation?"

Ye Haocheng shook his head, chuckled, his tone full of endless arrogance.

"No, my goal has never been the younger generation."

"Those high and mighty old guys, your era... is coming to an end!"

He pushed open the door of the secret room and strode out.

Outside the door, the sun was bright.

And the legend belonging to Ye Haocheng had just begun a new chapter.