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Chapter 776 - 776 Start of the 406 Arduous Cultivation (4000) _1

Chapter 776: Start of the 406 Arduous Cultivation (4000) _1 Chapter 776: Start of the 406 Arduous Cultivation (4000) _1 One, two, three… seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, red acupuncture points around Casio lit up one by one, flashing like brilliant stars. At the same time, purple acupuncture points also lit up. If all these points were connected into a 3D image, it would resemble a scene of a giant bird and a star python vying for supremacy. The Blood Vulture spread its iron feathers, and the Sonic Snake opened its tusks wide.

They seemed to be adversaries, but there was an unmistakable sense of understanding and response between them.

Casio swung his left hand in the air, and the surface of his palm unleashed a series of explosive shockwaves, sounding like firecrackers exploding. His right hand clenched into a fist, and from the gaps between his five fingers spilled a crimson light. A screeching sound filled the air.

As if something invisible was being decomposed and gnawed away.

He exhaled a long breath, feeling the flow of force within his body.

Three more acupuncture points were needed to reach the third stage of Southern Dipper power.

At this point, Casio and Feng Liusi had embarked on completely different paths. Casio was fighting to nurture his fights, actively stimulating the ferocity of the Southern Dipper Fist.

He planned to use a large number of wraiths, each with the strength of a fighter, to feed enough refined Southern Dipper power and build it to a significantly high level. This method differed from Feng Liusi’s decades of accumulation and training—it was more adventurous.

Of course, it was worth it. Casio didn’t have that much time to accumulate.

And he was in the perfect position to do so.

There were numerous wraiths in the Wailing Valley that Casio could choose to single-handedly fight.

The resurrection altar in the Shelter Tower could save his life.

Casio was practicing two methods of the Southern Dipper Fist, each one balancing the other. This balance prevented him from indulging in the ferocity of one method and falling into deviation.

With the right time, place, and people, this place was his combat training ground.

If Feng Liusi knew about such a good training ground, he would surely envy Casio. Blood Fist was combative and well-known for challenging many masters. Unfortunately, the circle of fighters was too small and the people too few. Moreover, they often couldn’t go all out during sparring; these high-level matches could only end in life and death. This indirectly limited Feng Liusi from advancing further in the Southern Dipper Fist during the peaceful years. Only in chaotic times could a practitioner of the Southern Dipper Fist soar and make rapid progress.

The world of disasters that Casio found himself in now was undoubtedly a chaos within chaos, a brutal place of survival of the fittest. His training in this place was as natural to the Southern Dipper Fist as returning home.

Only through blood and flesh could the skeleton of the Southern Dipper Fist be forged. The stronger the will to fight, the stronger the refinement. Casio could feel that after each significant battle, the Southern Dipper state of both Southern Dipper Fists would become incredibly active, inspiring an endless flow of thoughts.

At these times, breaking through the acupuncture points and creating moves often came with doubled effectiveness.

He opened his eyes, his energy having dissipated by now. As Casio had defeated a wraith head-on, some residual battle experience was naturally absorbed. Although no significant benefits were apparent, small gains would accumulate to yield substantial results one day.

Click, click, click…

Casio walked towards the opened cave.

The space inside was enough for five or six people and wasn’t cramped. In a corner, a dark green piece of jade the size of a thumb had grown on the cliff. Inside the jade, a big tuft of cottony green light radiated into the mountain, looking like a plant’s root system.

He reached out and broke off the jade.

According to the tasks given by the Ghost Man, this Soul Jade nurtured in the Wailing Valley had the effect of nourishing one’s energy. Casio grabbed the stone with his right hand, which immediately produced a stream of energy that touched the jade’s surface.

Suddenly, the dark green substance inside the stone was drawn out.

Casio stopped after only absorbing a small portion.

He furrowed his brows slightly. The effect was not as good as expected. The biggest drawback was the poor quality. Those dark green substances became impurities after being absorbed into the energy, reducing its effectiveness. While the size of the energy had increased, its purity and refinement had been compromised. Casio glanced around him.

But he was neither disappointed nor discouraged.

Because there must be differences in the quality of Soul Jades, just like stronger wraiths could occupy better caves, the Soul Jades incubated in those caves must be purer. Casio slowly walked out.

As he did so, he nonchalantly tossed the Soul Jade to the Ghost Man walking towards him.

“Try its effect,” Casio said.

The Ghost Man nodded and absorbed it using his own energy. In an instant, his eyes lit up with joy: “Excellent resource, this is quite rare…”

Casio let him savor the effect, while he continued on deeper into the valley.

About a hundred meters away, he shattered another cave with a punch.

An old man inside was immediately startled awake, opening his greyish white eyes. His legs split and stabbed into the ground like blades.

With his arms held high, he twisted his wrists and slightly lifted his palms. He looked like a giant mantis in human form, with his gaze fixed on Casio.

Boom!

The ground shook, dust raised. The old man had somehow appeared behind him, his arms bent and swinging down hard. It was like two large curved knives, and dark green energy spewed from his back.

At a glance, he looked like a dark green mantis with wing sheaths.

Swish!

Two hand knives chopped down on Casio’s neck and shoulders, sending him flying. He performed a low roll and punched the ground, leaving a narrow trail of over ten meters before finally steadying himself.