novelapdf Chapter 49 Is it possible to defeat the Golden Body?
Chapter 49 Is it possible to defeat the Golden Body?
The next morning, Chen Lingxi had just finished washing up after drawing half a bucket of water from the well when she heard light footsteps coming from outside the courtyard gate.
Liu Zhu stood outside the threshold, holding nothing in her hand, and only conveyed one sentence: "Miss said that from now on, flower arrangements can be delivered every ten days, instead of every five days."
Chen Lingxi responded and watched Liu Zhu's figure disappear behind the moon gate. In her heart, she couldn't help but praise: This Lin Longyue is indeed a smart person.
She didn't know what had happened between the Crown Prince and him, or why the Crown Prince had let him return; she had no way of knowing.
But she had doubts in her heart. These doubts did not turn into interrogation, nor into excessive enthusiasm. She simply tightened the rope of preferential treatment slightly, neither too loose nor too tight, just right.
She left him room to maneuver without appearing cold-hearted; she neither forced him to reveal his weaknesses nor made him aware that he was still under her watchful eye.
"This Lin Longyue is indeed a remarkable person... but..."
Chen Lingxi's thoughts drifted to another matter.
Major medicine.
That day, during the transformation of Chejue, he was struck by the jade-colored blood and qi storm, breaking his bones. Before he died, he heard a sentence coming from the mountain, which still echoes in his ears.
"Don't damage that powerful medicine."
When Lin Longyue's forehead was cut, the blood smelled sweet, a cool and refreshing fragrance that even made people feel an indescribable craving.
Furthermore, it seems that Princess Yunhe cultivated by absorbing the essence of Lin Longyue.
"Lin Longyue is actually a powerful medicinal ingredient?"
He shook his head, suppressing these thoughts for the time being.
These things are still far off for him, so there's no need to rush.
On this day, he picked flowers, arranged them in vases, and practiced boxing as usual.
As night fell, Chen Lingxi stood before the Maha flower, took a deep breath, inhaling the fragrance of Maha, and used his spiritual energy to envelop these highly poisonous odors, concealing them within his body.
Only then did he push open the door and leave the courtyard, his footsteps extremely light, making only a very faint rustling sound on the bluestone ground, like a raccoon dog walking at night.
The Concealing Edge Technique flowed silently within his body, completely enveloping his aura.
"Go to Yin'an Hospital to find Zhao Yong."
"Since we are 'like-minded', why not make use of Zhao Yong?"
Yin'an Courtyard is located to the west of the Marquis's residence and is the residence of the guest ministers.
Although Chen Lingxi had lived in the Marquis's mansion for a long time, he rarely set foot here.
He walked west along the covered walkway, passing through two moon gates, and then heard the sound of swords.
The sound of the sword was extremely faint, as faint as the wind blowing through the bamboo tips. If he hadn't greatly enhanced his five senses after circulating his Qi to the third floor, he would have had almost no chance to detect it.
He followed the sound and arrived at an open martial arts training ground on the east side of Yin'an Academy.
There are people in the courtyard.
The man stood in the moonlight, tall and slender, dressed in a plain white scholar's robe, with a handsome face.
This man was the handsome middle-aged man who had walked with Wang Kong in the back garden that day, causing Wang Kong's blood and qi to become disordered.
Chen Lingxi later inquired and found out that this person was Zhao Qinglou, a guest elder in Yin'an Courtyard.
At this moment, Zhao Qinglou is wielding a sword.
The sword in his hand was extremely long, with a blade as narrow as a leek leaf. It was entirely silver-white and undecorated, only gleaming with a cold, sharp light under the moonlight.
His swordsmanship was not complicated; in fact, it could be described as extremely simple. It consisted of a thrust, a flick, a swipe, and a slash. Each strike was as slow as an ox pulling a cart, yet the air was torn apart by the blade, creating countless fine lines, like a shattered mirror with spiderweb-like cracks everywhere.
What alarmed Chen Lingxi even more was the aura surrounding Zhao Qinglou.
As he practiced his skills, his qi and blood intertwined with the sword energy, yet they did not interfere with each other, but rather advanced layer by layer.
He was surrounded by golden light.
It seemed to emanate from deep within Zhao Qinglou's bones, making his flesh and blood almost transparent. From afar, he looked like a statue cast in pure gold standing under the moon, shining brightly like the sun.
Chen Lingxi held his breath, watching more closely. He noticed that when Zhao Qinglou practiced his martial arts, his bones emitted a deep, resonant sound like a golden bell.
The sound was extremely deep and resonant, not harsh at all, but rather long and lingering, like a thousand-pound bronze bell struck in an ancient temple, its lingering resonance lasting for a long time.
"Golden Body..." Chen Lingxi murmured to himself.
He had heard Jiang Yuan talk about the power of the Golden Body Realm.
Those with a golden body have bones that have been tempered to the extreme, turning into a pure gold color. Their blood and bone marrow are intertwined, producing the sound of a golden bell.
Such individuals possess immense power in every punch and kick. Ordinary swords and blades are like mere tickles to them. Even the penetrating force of the Silver Bone Realm would be like a mud ox sinking into the sea, failing to stir the slightest ripple.
The Zhao Qinglou before them, with its dazzling golden light and the weight of a golden bell, was far beyond the reach of ordinary golden statues.
Chen Lingxi vaguely felt that this person was very likely to have achieved the Great Perfection of the Golden Body and had mastered the legendary [Purple Grinding Golden Wheel]. Once the Golden Wheel was activated, the golden light around his body would turn into the color of a purple grinding wheel, making him indestructible and even capable of suppressing and killing through air and blood, with unparalleled power.
After the Golden Wheel is perfected, the next step is the Golden Body Perfection [Golden Gang] Realm. At that time, the golden light transforms into Gang, solidifying into a tangible substance, impervious to swords and blades, and unaffected by water and fire. Above that is the legendary Jade Qi Realm.
Chen Lingxi was somewhat lost in thought as she watched.
"What are you doing here?"
Chen Lingxi felt a chill run down her spine. The Concealed Edge Technique suddenly circulated within her body, binding her blood and spiritual energy even more tightly. Then she slowly turned around.
Zhao Yong stood three steps behind him, still wearing that dark green cloak with the collar turned up high, covering half of his face and only revealing a pair of dry, well-like eyes.
Chen Lingxi's heart sank slightly, but his face remained calm. He simply lowered his hands, bowed, and said respectfully, "Steward Zhao."
"Come with me." Zhao Yong turned around.
Chen Lingxi followed, and the two arrived at the East Warm Pavilion.
In the courtyard, Chen Lingxi straightened up, her tone carrying just the right amount of urgency: "Chen Lingxi doesn't know when the Maha Envoy will arrive, and I'm feeling uneasy, so I thought I'd come and ask the steward."
As the spiritual energy stirred slightly, the fragrance of the Maha flower wafted out.
Zhao Yong's gaze lingered on him for a moment, and a faint hint of joy flashed in his dry, well-like eyes.
He squinted and smelled the fragrance of the Maha flower that Chen Lingxi had deliberately released.
"No need to rush." Zhao Yong withdrew his gaze, glanced at the golden figure in the Silver Peace Courtyard with his hands behind his back, and said in a calm tone: "The whereabouts of the Maha Envoy are not something you should ask. When the time comes, he will naturally come to find you."
Chen Lingxi responded softly, standing still as if hesitating about something.
After a few breaths, he suddenly raised his head and said, "Steward Zhao... Chen Lingxi dares to ask if you could give me a decent sword technique?"
Zhao Yong frowned slightly: "Why do you want to practice swordsmanship?"
Chen Lingxi's breathing quickened.
"One day, Chen Lingxi will surely behead his enemy with his sword." His tone was cold: "to avenge the beheading of his parents on the execution ground."
Zhao Yong looked at him and remained silent for a few moments.
"Okay." He said only this one word, then turned and walked deeper into the Silver Peace Courtyard. His dark green cloak fluttered slightly in the night wind and disappeared into the shadows cast by the pillars.
Chen Lingxi remained calm and returned to the servants' quarters.
"Knife skills..." he murmured, the flame in his eyes flickering silently.
The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, someone knocked on the courtyard gate.
Chen Lingxi got up and opened the door. Standing outside was a young servant in blue robes, with fair skin, a humble demeanor, and holding a thin booklet in his hands.
The servant handed over the booklet with both hands, saying only, "I was sent by Steward Zhao," before bowing and leaving.
Chen Lingxi took the booklet and opened the cover.
The title page bears four characters for "ink," written in a vigorous and powerful style.
——【The Slaying Evil Blade Technique】.
He sat down at the table with the booklet in his hands and carefully read through it from beginning to end.
This sword technique isn't particularly advanced, and it can't compare to the ferocity of Qiu Chihu's Zhaojin Sword Technique, but it excels in its solidity and comprehensiveness.
The entire text contains six sword techniques and one hundred and forty-two variations. Each technique is accompanied by a detailed explanation of the methods for transporting qi and blood, precisely illustrating the many details of when qi and blood are attached to the longsword.
When to expel and when to inhale, when to concentrate qi and blood on the blade to increase its sharpness, and when to disperse qi and blood on the back of the blade to neutralize the back shock.
These things may seem ordinary, but they are the experience that countless martial artists have spent most of their lives figuring out. Now they are written down clearly in black and white, saving him from countless detours.
Chen Lingxi thought to himself, "This Zhao Yong... is quite willing to spend money to keep me calm."
He turned to the first move of the sword technique in the booklet and read it word by word, becoming more and more alarmed as he read.
It wasn't the difficulty of the sword technique that startled him, but rather the changes in himself.
"I have only been practicing swordsmanship for half a day, but I have already grasped most of the method of circulating qi and blood in the first sword technique."
Those key points that originally required repeated contemplation and word-by-word analysis, he could now grasp most of after reading them only once, just like an illiterate child who suddenly had an epiphany. Those crooked and messy characters suddenly became orderly and clear in his eyes.
"The Qi circulation technique has greatly improved my comprehension," he thought to himself, before continuing to peruse the remaining sword manuals.
By dusk on the third day, he had thoroughly memorized the entire manual of the Evil-Slaying Blade Technique.
The six sword techniques and one hundred and forty-two variations, the methods of circulating qi and blood in each technique, and the sword movement trajectory in each variation were all clearly imprinted in his mind, as if he had practiced them for many years.
For the rest of his days, he practiced swordsmanship during the day and took elixirs at night, alternating between the two without interruption.
He swallowed the five silver pills one by one. Each one was equally scorching hot as it entered his stomach. The silver marrow and blood surged through his meridians like a tide, repeatedly washing over the marrow cavity deep within his bones.
On the morning of the twenty-third day, when he woke up from his breathing exercises, he suddenly felt a slight itch at the tips of his ten fingers. Looking down, he saw that the bones of his ten fingers were glowing with a faint silver light in the morning light.
The silver light was not dazzling, but rather extremely restrained, like ten fine needles made of pure silver embedded under the skin, warm yet cold.
"Silver bones are partially formed, and silver marrow is initially formed."
He withdrew his finger and took the Golden-Slaying Saber out of his Qiankun Bag, holding it in his hand.
The pale gold patterns on the blade gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the morning glow. He activated his spiritual energy and unleashed the first move of the Extermination of Evil Blade Technique. The azure energy in his dantian and the silver marrow blood in his meridians surged into the blade simultaneously, causing the pale gold patterns on the blade to suddenly light up, with starlight and lightning reflecting each other.
The Evil-Slaying Blade Technique, combined with the Gold-Slaying Treasure Blade, and further enhanced by the Silver Marrow Finger and Dragon's Roar Technique...
"I wonder if my current combat strength is enough to defeat someone who has just entered the Golden Body realm?"