Cosmic-Level Demon God
Chapter 293: 182: The Relic Left by Marshal Qin, Accepting Celestial Light Empowerment!

Chapter 293: Chapter 182: The Relic Left by Marshal Qin, Accepting Celestial Light Empowerment!

“Old Zhou, see you later!”

In the core area of the Great Rift Valley, Qin Shi waved toward Zhou Yuanchen, who was being taken away by the rescue team.

The latter’s face was bruised and swollen, making incoherent noises. Judging by his mouth movements, it probably wasn’t anything nice.

Having dealt with the biggest rival in this top 100 competition, Qin Shi let out a long breath.

If it weren’t for using the premium customer privilege of the Entropy Sea Bank to freeze Zhou Yuanchen’s account, he would most likely have been unable to defeat him.

The comprehensive enhancement brought by stepping into the Specialized Domain was enough to form an unbreakable barrier of absolute dominance.

“I can finally study the Demon Mountain Breathing Technique in peace.”

The “Furnace” within Qin Shi gradually calmed down, the resonating of the bones putting immense pressure on his mortal flesh and blood.

Even though he had broken the Three Great Limits, he still felt as if his whole body was about to fall apart. Only after Old Zhou left did he stumble and sit down.

“The barrier of the Specialized Domain is too hard to crack.”

Qin Shi closed his eyes, and the Cultivation Furnace rose.

The brilliance of life force entwined like flames, wrapping around every inch of his flesh.

It was as though countless tiny fire snakes were slithering under his skin, traversing through every major tendon.

His pores faintly emitted hot gas, interweaving, resembling a massive furnace emitting a golden-red color.

“The Cultivation Furnace has advanced another layer, making the signs of my body’s skin increasingly evident.”

Qin Shi’s mouth curved into a smile. He felt his blood flow like heavy mercury beads, vaguely forming a chain.

Every time he completed a major circulation, it was as if some living creature was quickly wriggling, causing his muscles to undulate, presenting unparalleled strength and beauty in sync with his breathing rhythm.

“The old martial body truly is extraordinary.”

At some unknown point in time, a man and a woman appeared on the wide flat area at the top of the mountain. They had climbed here from another direction with great difficulty.

The young woman with her long, glossy black braid and tight combat uniform stared at Qin Shi with wide eyes, as if seeing a treasure:

“Ah Ying, look, his skin is like tough, tanned leather, combining strength and flexibility. Blades and swords can’t harm him! Even punches and kicks might not exert half their full force.”

The young woman’s name was Xia Hong, and like Qin Shi, she also belonged to the Old Martial Sect.

However, she and her younger brother Xia Ying were from the Intuitive Flow, which favored battle to fuel more battle, breaking through in the heat of combat.

Not only was this rare in Dongxia, but it was also uncommon in places like Heng Province, where the Martial Arts Path was prevalent.

“Sis, he’s much younger than you, don’t act like a lovesick fool, wanting to eat tender grass,” Xia Ying reminded her.

Zhou Yuanchen, heavily promoted by the Central City Education Department, had broken through to the Specialized Level and was still eliminated by this guy.

Even if they teamed up, they would probably stand no chance.

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

Xia Hong raised her pink fist and pounded her brother Xia Ying’s shoulder with force.

“I just respect traditional customs! How did that make me a lovesick fool?”

Xia Hong and Xia Ying, siblings from the Gu Clan in the mountainous area of Heng Province.

In the early days of the Great Displacement, these rare minority groups were the targets of Dongxia’s unity efforts.

Gu people were inherently free-spirited and lived by following the water. Their women held higher status than men, making their marriage customs rather bold.

If an eligible woman fancied a man, she could present him with a token of affection at the weekly bonfire party. After nightfall, she would wrap him in a blanket and carry him home.

That would be considered marriage.

In Xia Ying’s eyes, his sister Xia Hong was a quintessential battle maniac.

Previously, when they learned under their master, many senior brothers and junior brothers within the sect were interested in Xia Hong.

Every time there was a bonfire party, Xia Hong would randomly give some gifts to any guys she found pleasing to the eye.

Then, at night, she would sneak up on them and start a fight, beating them to a pulp.

The Southern Daoist School disciple who defeated Zhou Yuanchen, with his outstanding looks and strong practical skills, perfectly matched his sister Xia Hong’s standards for a mate. Xia Ying genuinely worried that his sister would rush up to challenge him without a second thought.

“Is he cultivating the Cultivation Furnace of the Southern Daoist School?”

As members of the Old Martial Sect, Xia Hong and Xia Ying knew the limits.

Disturbing someone’s training was a major taboo.

So they did not approach.

“Probably. But the rhythm of his breathing technique is very similar to the Copper Mountain Range’s pulsations, this heavy and dense breath flowing through his flesh.”

Xia Hong’s large eyes, filled with wildness and curiosity, blinked:

“How can his mortal body withstand it? If it were your small frame, your internal organs would already be torn to shreds.”

Xia Ying looked down at his robust body and protested:

“Hey, hey, hey, Sis, you can’t compare like that. He’s a monster who broke through the Specialized Domain barrier, the number one in the top 100 competition. No one in all of Heng Province can match him!”

Xia Hong ignored her brother’s mumblings. Gu Clan people had an innate extraordinary talent; they were close to nature and had keen perceptions.

She extended her palm into the howling strong wind, capturing a trace of the airflow, and brought it to her nose to sniff lightly.

“It’s hot, strong, and full of vibrant life force, truly perfect!”

Xia Ying covered his forehead, feeling his sister’s “infatuation” flaring up again.

The term “infatuation” referred to being easily mesmerized by the opposite sex.

Xia Hong was slightly different; she didn’t care much about the appearance of the opposite sex, only valued whether the vigorous aura emitted by her fellow Martial Arts Path practitioners appeared “appetizing.”

Obviously, the Southern Daoist School disciple’s life force was so vibrant that it made his sister lose herself.

“Calm down, Sis! The Old Martial Sect doesn’t have many who understand pitying the weak. It would be embarrassing if you got beaten up!”

Xia Ying urged.

“It’s been so hard for us to climb up here, we still hope to complete the trial and get into the top five!”

Xia Hong showed regret. If she could have a fierce battle with the Southern Daoist School disciple, experiencing his aura flow and body strength up close…