398 Battle Record

The disparity between the disciples of the five great sects and those of the smaller sects was evident. While Wang Gang had nearly met a tragic end, Le Ji’an, known as the Little Cattle King, seemed to have dispatched his adversary with ease. And Xiang Mingfeng from Wuji Mountain had even managed to duel to the death with a visceral prefecture realm expert.

No wonder Xiang Mingfeng had been so confident. They likely had a good understanding of the fighting prowess of disciples from the larger sects.

“Let’s move on,” Le Ji’an suggested, getting up and gesturing to Qin Huai and Fang Huo.

“We should split up,” proposed Qin Huai. “You head left, Brother Fang and I will head right.”

“Sounds good.” Le Ji ‘an nodded, his eyes widening at the sight of the hole in Fang Huo’s chest.

“I was set up by two of them,” Fang Huo explained.

Le Ji ‘an gave a slight nod, not saying more, and quickly darted off towards the left.

“Crap, my reputation is ruined now.” Fang Huo grimaced, leading the way into the distance.

The battle waged on for an entire day and night. With the advantage of numbers, Qin Huai, Fang Huo, and Le Ji’an managed to dominate the entire level-one array.

As night fell, everyone gradually regrouped. Qin Huai and Fang Huo were the first to reach the center of the level-one array, followed by Le Ji’an, Wang Gang, and Xu Tong from the Blue Sea Pavilion.

“The twins didn’t make it,” reported Xu Tong.

The twins had had a run-in with a youthful elder who was in the visceral prefecture realm. In the end, they traded their lives for their opponent’s.

After a while, Xiang Mingfeng staggered over, blood-soaked, holding a severed head in his hand. The outcome was clear.

“Looks like we pulled it off,” Xiang Mingfeng managed to say through blood-spattered lips. It was evident his injuries were severe.

He took the severed arm from Wang Gang’s hand and reattached it to the stump. Blood surged toward the freshly-attached limb, and soon it started oozing out of the wound. The blood seemed to act like glue, sticking the break together.

After that, Xiang Mingfeng’s arm dropped to his side, limp but reconnected. As blood flowed out, his pale skin started to regain some color.

They waited for a while longer, but Gou Jie from the Thousand Divination Tower and Xiong Yujie never showed up.

“They probably didn’t survive,” suggested Fang Huo. “Brother Zhou and I took out some, and the number of old maniacs we’ve run into matches the number of people left.”

There was a moment of shared relief as everyone looked around at each other.

“After this fight, only half of those old lunatics will be left,” noted Fang Huo as he sat down cross-legged on the ground, beginning his recuperation.

“Everyone, take the time to recover. The next battle will come soon,” said Xiang Mingfeng. After speaking, he went to one side to gather his strength and heal his wounds.

As for planning and strategy, they still had plenty of time to discuss. Everyone nodded in agreement. They found a secure spot in the forest and started to recuperate.

Qin Huai was perched on a stubby tree, as wide as five people. He began to channel the divine power book of a thousand creations within him. In the recent battle, he had collected the remains of five fallen enemies, all experts who had managed to cultivate five complete patterns in the bronze realm over the years.

The radiant divine power book of a thousand creations broke down all the lifeforce objects that Qin Huai had laboriously cultivated. He planned to remold them into new blood essences and incorporate them into other blood essence items in his dantian world.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, over a month had gone by.

Qin Huai’s vast blood essence was on the verge of overflowing. His veins bulged and his muscles seemed a tad more robust than usual. Moreover, his poison king technique had advanced to the fifth-level bone pattern realm.

Simultaneously, even his newly acquired wind breath technique had progressed from the great blood refinement to the third-level bone pattern realm.

An unseen ball of wind formed in his dantian world. In this massive world, he moved silently, creating unseen waves and blending in with the bronze earth.

His mythical beast, marked with a triangle, wings, and a snake-like tail, was also growing stronger. The blood wolf, blood tiger, and the ten white dragons had all turned a darker shade. Only the dragon king remained unchanged, staying pure white and spotless.

“I’m very close to having five complete patterns,” Qin Huai whispered. He still had two cultivation techniques left to convert. This was a significant gain that could directly elevate him to the realm of five complete patterns.

Qin Huai activated all the bone patterns in his body, and his body instantly brimmed with power as if it had been recharged. His bones felt as though they had been rejuvenated and strengthened. At the intersection of the two types of bone patterns, the once distinct boundary became increasingly blurred. A mysterious power seemed to be quietly growing in the darkness.

“If I can cultivate all five full patterns in my body, my strength, speed, and the toughness of my bones will probably increase by a level,” Qin Huai suspected.

Most importantly, his understanding of force became clearer. Looking at the grass and trees in front of him, he could faintly see the almost invisible force within them.

“This must be why those with five complete patterns find it easier to understand the secrets of the king’s force,” he mumbled to himself. He sensed something beyond the normal from the aura of countless living beings.

Currently, with only four complete patterns, he could sense all of this. With five full patterns, no wonder they could comprehend the king’s force.

But to connect all the bone patterns in his body, he needed six full patterns. His dragon king force was largely due to luck. If he hadn’t cultivated the qi nurturing technique first and cultivated the unprecedented ten white dragons in the end, he probably wouldn’t have been able to understand the dragon king force.

“This bronze realm is truly profound. Even the power of these plants can be harnessed,” he mused. “What a shame, though. It’s not real, so I can’t comprehend it.”

Qin Huai’s ancient azure illusion scripture had already entered the bone pattern stage, enabling him to see through the fake force in front of him at a glance.

“I wonder, can I sense the legendary emperor’s force?” he thought, going into deep meditation again, contemplating the rumored emperor’s force. He had already cultivated the king’s force, and with five complete patterns, he could potentially comprehend force to a higher level.

Finally, he decided to refine the last two portions into experience points for the wind breath technique.

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