Dominating Martial King
Chapter 237 - 237 193 Ninth Refinement of Extreme Essence Purple Gold Body_2

237: Chapter 193: Ninth Refinement of Extreme Essence Purple Gold Body_2 237: Chapter 193: Ninth Refinement of Extreme Essence Purple Gold Body_2 Indeed, he remembered that in his previous life, his last conscious moment was within the “Divine Emperor” game.

In the battle for supremacy among the Cloud Realm’s Seven Emperors, he stood alone with his sword against a horde of heroes, but in the final moment, his body suddenly jolted as if struck by electricity, and he lost all consciousness.

When he awoke again, he found himself in a new body and the world before his eyes was no longer the familiar one.

So at this moment, was he in the game or was he truly in an era 13,000 years ago?

His head spinning once more, Zong Shou simply let go of everything and stopped thinking.

In this carriage, with nothing better to do, Zong Shou took out a Green Steel Sword about three feet long, and began to practice his swordsmanship in the reasonably spacious carriage.

His footwork advanced, retreated, and shifted as he coordinated with his body movements, making the sword light flicker within the modest confines of the carriage.

Just as in his past life, each sword form, each step was accurate to a hair’s breadth and could almost be called perfect.

However, after just practicing this basic swordsmanship for half a moment, Zong Shou was already gasping for air, his entire body drenched in cold sweat.

The sword light and his figure also unavoidably became slightly distorted.

It was only through his innate, unyielding belief that he forced himself to continue without collapsing to the ground.

Not until the very last bit of strength in his body was completely depleted did Zong Shou finally stop the sword light and sat on the bed, panting heavily.

When his extreme concentration finally scattered, he immediately felt the bones throughout his body, his limbs, his internal organs, every part aching as if scorched by flames.

This was not merely out of boredom, but from a simple feeling of unease.

Both this world and his own current circumstances filled him with a sense of crisis and urgency, driving him to gain some strength, or at the very least, something to preserve his life with.

In his previous life, for the sake of that game, he had cultivated and studied the basics of being a martial artist to the master level.

In the entire Cloud Realm, there were no more than a thousand people with such accomplishments.

He had a firm grasp of sword principles and variations.

What he needed to do now was to engrave them into this body’s muscle memory, to become second nature.

But this body of his was just too frail.

Mere ordinary practice could only sustain him for the span of a cup of tea, and his physical stamina was even less than half that of an average person.

What was more frustrating was that he couldn’t cultivate the Basic Internal Skill at all.

It wasn’t that Zong Shou’s body was truly weak.

In terms of strength, flexibility, and agility, he was even above the average person.

Even his root bone and Five Elements Spirit Root could be considered prodigious.

It was just his physical stamina that was bafflingly weak.

However, after groping around for the past seven days, Zong Shou had some clues.

It was probably due to the bloodline he was born with.

Being a Half-demon and part Human Fox, that was the reason for his handsome face and his frail constitution.

And if his expectations were not wrong, whether it was his father’s clan or his mother’s clan, both were likely to be of extraordinary origin.

“The traits of the Human Clan bloodline are still unclear, but this demon clan bloodline is obviously that of a Seven-tailed Heavenly Fox.

In the whole Cloud Realm, there are probably no more than a hundred with this bloodline!

If one side were dominant over the other, it would be one thing, but they are at a stalemate.

In this Cloud Realm, no matter what era, almost everyone practices martial arts, even a minor underage youth can often open up a meridian.

An inconspicuous commoner can also possess not ordinary martial arts.

In a body like mine, without a trace of inner strength, weaker than a chicken, it is exceedingly rare—”

Lying on the soft bed, the thoughts that Zong Shou had been forcibly suppressing in his mind once again came to him in waves.

In his thoughts, he almost subconsciously recalled that mysterious Demon Language from deep in his memory.

The Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique he remembered, along with a set of Indeterminate Killing Fist and a Fish and Dragon Cloud Transformation, were all Martial Arts Techniques that could be considered Absolute Skills.

The words ‘Indeterminate Spirit Emperor’ seemed familiar to Zong Shou, yet he couldn’t recall where he had heard them.

“Top-level Absolute Skills, unexpectedly coupled with a set of Fist Technique and movement technique.

With two high-order bloodlines, this identity is not of an ordinary person; I’m afraid it’s truly a descendant of a Cloud Realm noble.

Could it be this Zong Shou is a noble son?

From the Zong family name?

Born to that already annihilated Heavenly Fox Clan?

This name too, somehow, feels vaguely familiar.

Right, and those two servants—”

Recalling the two people who had traveled with him these past seven days, who were now temporarily away, Zong Shou couldn’t help feeling dizzy again.

Given the extraordinariness of those two, the height of ‘his’ own status was probably far beyond his imagination.

Furthermore, the thought of the world from the game becoming reality, and him actually being in the midst of it, made Zong Shou feel it was all the more incredible.

While he was troubled with a headache, from outside the carriage suddenly came a whooshing sound.

Zong Shou raised his eyebrows and turned to look out the window.

He saw a woman in colorful skirts swiftly approaching.

Although she was on foot, her speed in bounding forth was even faster than the sixteen unicornered horses.

In her delicate hands, she was also holding the corpse of a huge beast!

Seeing Zong Shou looking out from inside the carriage, the woman immediately raised her head and sweetly smiled.

Her features were exquisite, her eyes and brows like a painting, and behind both ears, there were a pair of extremely cute white cat ears.

It was Su Chuxue, one of the two servants who were with him when he had awakened in this world.

Following her was a towering to Great Han.

He was the coachman of the carriage, named Yiin Yang, standing nine Ji tall, his muscles as knotted as steel, seemingly forged from iron.