Berserk God of War
Chapter 587: New Cultivation Method, New Combat Skills

Chapter 587: Chapter 587: New Cultivation Method, New Combat Skills

The white-clad youth approached, twirling his folded fan as he came and then sizing up Ning Jingjing from head to toe. He slowly bowed his fists and said, "Miss, it was my subordinates who have offended you just now. I beseech your forgiveness for any offense we have committed."

A glint flashed in the eyes of the surrounding crowd. This youth in white seemed to have some brains, aware that the person opposite was not to be trifled with.

Such a talented individual must surely hail from a formidable place.

Ning Jingjing sneered coldly and asked expressionlessly in return, "Now, do you still require us to vacate our seats?"

The youth in white hastily smiled and said, "I wouldn’t dare. I just wonder if I could befriend the miss. I am Zeng Yuanxi from Wang Hun City."

Although he uttered the words "I am," the white-clad youth puffed out his chest, exuding an air that you should know who I am.

Hiss...

And some people around had already sucked in a breath of cold air.

Because the City Lord of Wang Hun City was also surnamed Zeng, and the white-clad Zeng Yuanxi was equally renowned—he was none other than the Young City Lord of Wang Hun City.

Ning Jingjing frowned, knowing from the reactions of the people around her that Zeng Yuanxi was no insignificant figure. She subconsciously looked towards Sikong Jing.

What followed would either be an eruption or a temporary hush.

"We’re rather reclusive and do not relish making friends," Sikong Jing, catching Ning Jingjing’s gaze, said indifferently.

The next instant, a middle-aged man in plain clothes burst forth, glaring hatefully at Sikong Jing and said, "Young Master Zeng wishes to befriend this lady. What are you, daring to interject?"

Sikong Jing was dressed in ordinary and even somewhat peculiar black clothing, made of extremely poor material, which made him seem all the more ordinary after restraining his sharpness, and his face was covered with a scruffy, unkempt beard.

Compared to the resplendent Ning Jingjing, he simply did not meet the eye. Sitting together, they even seemed somewhat out of place.

Even when Zeng Yuanxi had first spoken, he had directly ignored Sikong Jing.

However, at this moment, Ning Jingjing suddenly said, "Young Master, Xiao Jing also does not like making friends."

Upon her words, the whole scene suddenly quieted down.

Could it be that the woman at the peak of the Xuanhai Realm in red was actually the subordinate or guard of this completely unremarkable youth?

It didn’t seem likely at all.

And Sikong Jing was also stunned, nearly spitting out the fine wine in his mouth.

Ning Jingjing had actually referred to herself as Xiao Jing, which was a far cry from her previous authoritative demeanor as a general.

"Mmm, waiter, another cup for Xiao Jing," Sikong Jing eventually muttered, stifling the odd feeling in his heart and calling out to the waiter at Yingyue Building in the distance.

Ning Jingjing’s wine cup had just been smashed...

At this moment, Zeng Yuanxi was still staring hard at Sikong Jing, finding it difficult to accept that Ning Jingjing was merely Sikong Jing’s subordinate. His fists clenched tightly, but eventually, he turned to Sikong Jing and asked, "May I ask where the two of you hail from?"

He really couldn’t figure out Sikong Jing’s identity, so he decided to ask first before anything else.

"Soul Penetration Mountain," Sikong Jing said simply, and then paid him no further attention.

Zeng Yuanxi’s mouth hung open. What was this ’Soul Penetration Mountain’? Were there any formidable powers within Soul Penetration Mountain?

In the end, Zeng Yuanxi still waved his hand first to have his followers step back and walked towards a spot several tables away from Sikong Jing, where a group of burly men was drinking and watching the show.

Seeing Zeng Yuanxi’s gaze, the men stood up without a peep, promptly giving up their seats.

All notions of Jianghu people standing their ground had been forgotten by them.

After all, Zeng Yuanxi was the son of Wang Hun City’s City Lord, a status sufficient to intimidate many.

After they sat down, Zeng Yuanxi asked in a low voice, "Uncle Lu, what is the meaning of Soul Penetration Mountain Range?"

Uncle Lu’s brows furrowed deeply. "I’m afraid that man in black was deceiving us; their identity must not be simple," he said.

He couldn’t think of any forces within the Soul Penetration Mountain Range.

However, right at that moment, someone from a neighboring table quietly approached them and said, "Young City Lord, there are indeed a few tribes within the Soul Penetration Mountain Range. I think the attire of those two people looks very much like that of the tribesmen."

"Tribes?"

All of a sudden, Zeng Yuanxi had an epiphany; there indeed seemed to be several tribes within the Soul Penetration Mountain Range.

However, Uncle Lu said with a frown, "Those tribes are all Wild Barbarians. How could such a talented individual possibly emerge from them?"

Obviously, Uncle Lu felt that, with Ning Jingjing’s strength, she couldn’t possibly be from the tribes.

Yet, the Jianghu person who had come closer replied, "Lord Lu, you are mistaken."

"Although the tribes are barbaric and backward, they fight against demon beasts all year round and have their own heritage. Occasionally, one or two remarkable individuals will emerge. And did you notice the red-clothed woman just now?"

"The moment she threw the cup, it was accompanied by a strong Beast Power, as if it came from a fierce beast in the mountains."

With these words, Uncle Lu recalled the feeling from the brief encounter just now, which was indeed a very strong Beast Power.

At this, a gleam of light flashed in Zeng Yuanxi’s eyes. "So, you’re saying these two don’t have any significant background?"

The Jianghu person chuckled, "I am merely speculating; I cannot be one hundred percent certain."

With that, he took his leave.

Zeng Yuanxi’s eyes glinted coldly as he stared in the direction of Sikong Jing and Ning Jingjing and said to Uncle Lu, "If they truly are people from the tribes, I must have that red-clothed woman."

As the son of the City Lord, he naturally wanted to possess such a talented beauty.

Whether she becomes a guard or a concubine, having her would provide an immense sense of security.

On the other side, Ning Jingjing, having received a new cup of wine, frowned and asked, "Boss, I still feel that the ’Black Burning Lion Wings Technique’ isn’t flowing smoothly when I exert force. It’s been really frustrating me lately."

The reason Ning Jingjing appeared like a fierce beast at the moment of action was because of the new cultivation method she was practicing.

This Cultivation Technique was, of course, tailor-made by Sikong Jing for the Dark Wing Camp, integrating the demonic power meridians of the Dark Winged Dragon Eagle and the Heavenly Fire Lion.

Among them, the meridian of the Heavenly Fire Lion naturally came from the mount of Ji Tingyue from the Xingluo Main Academy.

Since infiltrating the War Soul Dynasty, he naturally could not let the signature strength of the Dark Wing Camp show, otherwise, it would invite trouble.

And because the ’Black Burning Lion Wings Technique’ integrated the fully developed Dark Winged Dragon Eagle, its grade had reached the terrifying Lower-level Universe Grade, which is why Ning Jingjing and the others in the Dark Wing Camp often had issues with their cultivation.

Hearing her words, Sikong Jing sighed and said, "It seems I need to find time to modify this cultivation method, even if it means lowering the grade to make the practice smoother for all of you."

Cultivating Techniques for humans is different from that for demon beasts, and are much more difficult to create than Combat Skills.

But when Sikong Jing said this, Ning Jingjing was stunned, her mouth agape as she asked, "The ’Black Burning Lion Wings Technique,’ did you create it?"

Blinking, Sikong Jing nodded and replied, "Yes, did I not mention it before?"

All at once, Ning Jingjing was bewildered. When had he mentioned it?

A month ago, upon entering the Soul Penetration Mountain Range, Sikong Jing had given them this cultivation method, followed by a hellish period of tough training until they recently began to rest, leaving her no time to ask.

Moreover, a Lower-level Universe Grade Cultivation Technique—was that something a normal person could create?

Ning Jingjing had always thought that such a technique was obtained by Sikong Jing through some extraordinary encounter or brought to him by a human-shaped monster.

Suddenly, Ning Jingjing asked again, "Then the ’Lion Wing Dragon Spear’... did you also invent that?"

Also a month ago, Sikong Jing had taught them new combat skills: the ’Lion Wing Dragon Spear’.