Supreme Dragon Martial Soul
Chapter 483 - 159 Going to Wuyan City! Untouchable!

Chapter 483: Chapter 159 Going to Wuyan City! Untouchable!

Outside the northern gate of Qishan City.

"Grandfather, Father, you can stop here."

Luo Cheng halted his steps and turned to speak to Luo Mingshan and Luo Hong.

Luo Mingshan nodded, his tone heavy with earnestness: "Cheng’er, no matter what others say, your grandfather is proud of you. Don’t burden yourself too much—out there, value your life above all else."

"Grandfather, don’t worry. I’ll take good care of myself."

Luo Cheng gave a faint smile, thought for a moment, and said, "I might be away for some time this trip. If anything happens, you can ride the Golden Lion Beast to the Xuanyuan Sect to find me. Or you can look for my friend, Pavilion Master Luo Yao, at Lingyun Pavilion in Linjiang City."

Earlier, he had already handed over the Jade Token that controlled the Golden Lion Beast, along with instructions on its use, to the two of them.

Luo Hong said, "Focus on your cultivation; don’t worry about us."

Luo Mingshan took out the Jade Token: "Cheng’er, take one of the Golden Lion Beasts with you! It’s a four-star pinnacle Demon Beast with incredible combat strength—it will be a great help to you."

Luo Cheng shook his head: "With my current strength, riding the Golden Lion Beast as a mount is too conspicuous and could bring unnecessary trouble. The Black Cloud Mountain Range is unstable right now, and I’d feel more at ease having them stay and guard the family."

Luo Cheng had already informed them about the Blood Nether Sect and advised the family disciples not to train in the Black Cloud Mountain Range for the time being.

"Alright, Father, Grandfather! I’m leaving now. Take care of yourselves."

Leaving behind these words, Luo Cheng’s figure soared into the sky, streaking toward the brilliant sunset and rapidly disappearing from Luo Mingshan and Luo Hong’s sight.

Luo Mingshan’s eyes glistened with moisture. He sighed deeply and said:

"The fledgling hawk has spread its wings... Hong’er, in your lifetime, your biggest mistake was meeting Ji Lingyue of the Ji Family. But your best decision was having a son like Cheng’er."

Luo Hong stared in silence for a long time in the direction where Luo Cheng had vanished.

Running Horse Plain.

The Running Horse Plain at night was always desolate. In the ink-black darkness, terrifying beastly howls echoed from unknown directions.

Behind a massive boulder, Luo Cheng sat cross-legged, eyes closed in meditation, recovering his Essence Energy.

Qishan City was in the southwest of the Great Yue Dynasty, while Wuyan City lay to the southeast. Between them was half the Great Yue Dynasty, requiring a journey across the entirety of the Running Horse Plain.

After rushing for a whole day, the Essence Energy in Luo Cheng’s body had become chaotic and uneven.

Adding to this was the countless Demon Beasts in the Running Horse Plain, posed with many unknown dangers.

He decided to rest for the night and continue his journey during the day.

Two hours passed.

Luo Cheng’s essence, energy, and spirit finally returned to their peak state. He opened his eyes and muttered to himself:

"The Sun Family has developed for so many years. Aside from Sun Yingyang, there must be other powerful figures. There are still over ten days until I reach Wuyan City. In this time, I must enhance my combat strength as much as possible to be prepared!"

With this thought, Luo Cheng began considering his next stage of training.

After the rapid advancement of recent times, both his cultivation and Sword Intent were difficult to break through in the short term.

"In that case, I’ll train in martial arts techniques! If I can elevate the realms of my Heavenly Cauldron Fist and Heavenly Fall Sword Technique, it should be enough to take my overall strength to the next level!"

Having made up his mind, Luo Cheng stood, preparing to begin his training.

Whoosh!

The night wind howled, whipping the grasses of the plain into a frenzy. Hidden within the wind were faint, subtle noises, almost imperceptible.

Luo Cheng’s eyes narrowed, and a fierce, blade-like Sword Intent burst out from him, sweeping across the surroundings!

The next moment.

Howl!

Several mournful cries cut through the air as over a dozen hulking shadows turned and fled in the distance, their fur bristling in terror.

Luo Cheng chuckled faintly, refraining from striking.

These low-level Demon Beasts weren’t worth the effort.

Adopting a martial stance, Luo Cheng began his training.

After exiting the Washing Body Pond, his physical strength had greatly increased, and the Heavenly Cauldron Fist had already shown signs of breaking through. Now, in deep cultivation, these signs became even more apparent.

Ten days passed.

Luo Cheng successfully mastered the third form of the Heavenly Cauldron Fist.

Buzz!

With a clench of his fist, an overwhelming surge of Essence Energy erupted from Luo Cheng’s body, projecting the phantom images of five towering mountains.

"Five Mountains Condensing Cauldron!"

Boom!

As Luo Cheng unleashed a punch, the five mountain phantoms rapidly contracted inward, transforming into a tri-legged cauldron of heaven and earth, tearing through the void as it blasted forward.

Boom!

A small hill a hundred steps away couldn’t withstand the immense power. The mountainside roared with an earth-shattering crack, and half of the hill exploded, the air rippling like water.

"Such destructive power! Combined with the strength of my physique, its power will be even greater—enough to kill an ordinary Sixth Level Awakening Vein Realm expert with one punch!"

After being refined in the Washing Body Pond, Luo Cheng’s physical strength had reached an astonishing four to five million pounds. Paired with the Heavenly Cauldron Fist, its power could only be described as terrifying.

"Let’s test the sword technique!"

Luo Cheng drew the Thunder Hidden Sword, Sword Intent surging from him as he slashed it downward in a single motion.

Crack!

A perfectly concentrated sword light roared forth, like a dazzling star falling from the heavens, slamming into the hill.

Crack!

The entire hill was neatly split in half, the cut smooth and precise, radiating sharpness.

The immense Sword Intent even pressed the hill three-tenths lower!

"Good! The fifth form of the Heavenly Fall Sword Technique has reached Great Success!"

Luo Cheng’s voice was filled with delight.

Initially, he had aimed to train the fifth form, Star Sinking, to Minor Success. After all, each form of the Heavenly Fall Sword Technique was stronger—and exponentially harder—than the last.

The fifth form, Star Sinking, was comparable to a five-star pinnacle sword technique and wasn’t easy to master.

Unexpectedly, it progressed smoothly, coming together naturally!

In just ten days, he had cultivated it to the Great Success Realm!

"Could it be because my Sword Intent has greatly advanced and my foundation is solid?"

Luo Cheng realized the key.

The advancement of Sword Intent wasn’t just about increasing attack power—it influenced every aspect of a swordsman’s abilities.

Otherwise, Sword Intent wouldn’t be a force that swordsmen dreamed of attaining.

"Excellent! With my current strength, I should be able to rival a mid-stage Seventh Level Awakening Vein Realm expert!"

Luo Cheng muttered to himself.

Nonetheless, this was just his estimation.

The truth would only be revealed in a battle against a true Seventh Level Awakening Vein Realm expert.

"Sun Yingyang, I hope you’ve already broken through to the Seventh Level. Don’t disappoint me!"

Heart assured, Luo Cheng sneered coldly and sped off toward the southeast at full speed.

Three days later, Luo Cheng arrived at a small town.

Luoyan Town!

It was an out-of-the-way settlement near Wuyan City, merely over two hundred miles away from the city itself.

Luo Cheng wasn’t sure of Wuyan City’s exact location. Upon seeing the town, he decided to ask for directions and gather information about the Sun Family while he was at it.

Avoiding unnecessary commotion, Luo Cheng landed outside the town and walked in on foot.

The town was small. Luo Cheng casually chose a roadside tea stall and took a seat.

The stall’s owner was an elderly man with gray hair, time having etched deep lines onto his face. He was meticulously polishing the shiny tables and chairs. Spotting Luo Cheng, he greeted warmly:

"Young master, what would you like to have?"

"A pot of tea and some snacks, please."

"Alright, coming right up!"

Before long, a girl of seven or eight, dressed in a floral dress, brought over a pot of tea and a plate of pastries. Her bright, curious eyes lit up when she saw the Thunder Hidden Sword at Luo Cheng’s waist.

"Xiaoyun, come back here quickly. Don’t bother the guest while he’s having tea."

The elderly man hurriedly pulled the girl away and apologized to Luo Cheng:

"She listens to too many storytellers and keeps dreaming of becoming a roaming swordsman when she grows up. Please don’t laugh at her."

Luo Cheng smiled and said, "That’s a good thing."

The old man shook his head with a bitter smile: "For people like us, dreaming about that is too far-fetched. Just being able to fill our stomachs is hard enough."

Luo Cheng fell silent.

Even the most basic body-strengthening and blood-enhancing salve cost at least a hundred taels. He had struggled to afford it back then, let alone ordinary people.

If one’s blood energy was too weak, they wouldn’t even be able to awaken their Martial Soul.

"The saying ’wealth is the foundation of martial arts’ is no exaggeration."

After taking a sip of tea, Luo Cheng asked, "Elder, how do I get to Wuyan City?"

"Head south for about another two hundred miles, and you’ll reach it."

Luo Cheng nodded and took out a silver ingot, intending to settle the bill and leave.

Just then, the street suddenly began to quake violently.

A group of horseback riders charged through at full speed.

The streets of the small town were already narrow. The galloping riders instantly threw the entire street into chaos, with people fleeing in panic.

The tea stall was right by the street and immediately suffered the brunt. Several tables were knocked over by the panicked crowd, spilling Luo Cheng’s tea and snacks onto the ground.

The little girl called Xiaoyun was pushed over and fell onto the street, crying loudly in fear.

"Xiaoyun!"

The old man was horrified and rushed toward her.

"Out of the way!"

The riders showed no sign of slowing. The leader, a brooding young man in fine robes, coldly shouted and swung his whip at the grandfather and granddaughter.

Luo Cheng frowned and waved his hand, pulling the two to safety at the side.

Crack!

The whip struck the ground, leaving a white mark. The finely dressed young man let out a soft "Huh," assuming he had missed, and rode on without stopping.

Luo Cheng’s frown deepened as he asked, "Elder, who are these people, behaving so arrogantly?"

Still shaken, the old man hesitated, then fearfully replied:

"Hush! They are from the Sun Family! There are immortals in their household! People like us mortals can’t afford to provoke them!"