Dominating Martial King
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323: Chapter 213 Unreliable (Please Subscribe)_3 323: Chapter 213 Unreliable (Please Subscribe)_3 Chu Yunyun shook her head with an indifferent expression, “Magic Rune isn’t difficult; the key lies in condensing the True Talismans later on, which I’m still far from achieving.”

In the past, she needed to hunt and transport valuables, thinking of every possible way to make money, which left her with very little time for cultivation.

But now, although Chu Xisheng took away those more than ninety thousand Demon Silver, he had already purchased all the materials needed for her to advance to Eighth Rank.

With money and leisure at her disposal, her progress in Magic cultivation naturally became swift.

A few Sixth and Seventh Rank Magics posed no difficulty to her.

Moreover—

Chu Yunyun cast a sidelong glance at Lu Luanti before taking a gentle sip of her tea.

Chu Xisheng’s cultivation grew day by day, gaining power and influence; however, his enemies also increased in number and strength.

Though both she and Lu Luanti possessed formidable combat abilities, it was inconvenient to reveal them.

Chu Yunyun thought to herself that she must quickly improve her Magic cultivation and not always rely on her Martial Arts skills to solve problems.

Otherwise, it would inevitably cause them trouble sooner or later, even risking exposure of their identities.

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Ten days later, on the Shenxiu River.

On an official ship traveling through He’an County, Chu Xisheng was also striving to enhance his strength.

He was sparring with Ji Qianqian, honing his Sword Skill.

In reality, Chu Xisheng could simulate various experts in his dreams to study Sword Skills and improve his combat abilities.

In his Martial Arts Treasure Vault, he even had a ‘Terrain Card’ which could simulate various types of terrains.

However, Chu Xisheng never abandoned real combat practice in the actual world.

Real life and dreams were, after all, somewhat different, and Chu Xisheng needed to find the feeling of using a sword.

Ji Qianqian was a suitable opponent.

Ji Qianqian’s combat power was higher than his but not by much.

Her archery was formidable, yet her Sword Skill was slightly inferior, barely reaching the level of a lower Sixth Grade.

This woman practiced ‘Five Tigers Breaking Gate Saber,’ a Sword Skill popular among the West Mountain Hunters, characterized by its immense power, heavy strikes, speed, and ferocity, with grand sweeping motions.

Hunters pursued a single fatal strike, giving their prey no chance of escape.

Ji Qianqian had strength surpassing many men and when she utilized this Sword Skill, it was as fierce as a tiger and as forceful as a thunderclap.

Chu Xisheng had to evade her blade; otherwise, confronting her head-on would result in him being battered and stumbling back in a sorry state.

Yet, what surprised Chu Xisheng the most was Ji Qianqian’s imaginative and unorthodox Sword Skill when she wielded her blade, far surpassing the rigid opponents in his dreams.

Their swords illuminated the entire front deck of the official ship.

Ji Qianqian held nothing back, her relentless blade pursuing Chu Xisheng and forcing him to dodge in all directions.

Chu Xisheng barely managed to withstand four hundred strikes before extending his hand, “Stop!

That’s enough for today.”

If they continued, he would have had to kneel.

Besides, they needed to protect the Zuo Family and everyone with them and could not afford to deplete too much energy and stamina.

Ji Qianqian showed a hint of regret as she stopped; practicing the sword with Chu Xisheng was the happiest part of her day.

She sheathed her sword and said with a tone of ‘admiration,’ “Today, Hall Master has improved somewhat in stamina, enduring twelve more strikes than yesterday.

Are you close to reaching the Fourth Level of that Cross Training technique?

You’re progressing so fast.

It won’t be long before your Sword Skill can match a lower Sixth Grade.”

This man’s Sword Speed was extremely fast, surpassing the vast majority of higher Seventh Rank experts in the world.

Even for Ji Qianqian, a former Super Genius, when she was at the upper Seventh Rank, her Sword Speed was only on par with Chu Xisheng.

What he lacked was strength, True Yuan, and the robustness of his bones and flesh.

Martial Cultivators below the Sixth Grade could overwhelm Chu Xisheng with sheer strength, provided their hand speed wasn’t too slow.

And now, Chu Xisheng, with the aid of Cross Training in Domineering Body, was developing an increasingly strong and resilient skeletal structure.

Ji Qianqian felt gratified; it was best for Chu Xisheng to cultivate the ‘Nine Refinements of Extreme Essence Purple Gold Body’ to higher levels.

He was a talent but didn’t quite follow orders.

Just as Cao Xuan said, a bridle was needed to harness him for the Police Pool of Blood.

Unaware of Ji Qianqian’s malicious intentions, Chu Xisheng shook his head unconvinced, “It’s a pity it’s so costly.

The money it takes to reach the Fourth Level could be used for a secret medicine that would promote me to upper Seventh Rank.

I’ll train up to the Fifth Level at most and then stop, it’s too troublesome!”

Ji Qianqian thought to herself, how could that be acceptable?

She almost blurted out that she would pay for it.

Having recently slain a Seventh Rank on the river and teamed up with Sikong Xin to kill an Inner Palace expert, Ji Qianqian had acquired six Magic Artifacts that could sell for ten thousand Demon Silver, enough to buy Chu Xisheng six ‘Four-Transformation Golden Body Pills.’

But then she immediately thought she must be out of her mind.

Why would she spend her money to support Chu Xisheng’s cultivation?

Moreover, if she were to speak out, unless Chu Xisheng was foolish, he would surely suspect her identity and even realize there was something amiss with the ‘Nine Refinements of Extreme Essence Purple Gold Body.’

After practicing with the sword, Chu Xisheng headed towards the rear deck.

Zuo Qingyun was there, wielding a long whip with many barbs, lashing at Hundred Households Zhang Ming.

The Police Pool of Blood Captain, still tied to the mast after ten days of being battered by wind and rain, was now ragged and dirty.

His body was covered in whip marks and many black clots of blood.

With each strike from Zuo Qingyun’s whip, these healing wounds would reopen, bleeding freshly once again.

Chu Xisheng watched impassively for a moment then shook his head slightly and walked over to a low table in the distance, where he sat down cross-legged.