You said it was a useless body, yet you punched a saint to pieces?

Chapter 33 Let's work our butts off, young man!

The heavy stone door slowly slid down, and Wang Dao sat cross-legged on a futon, the dim light illuminating his ever-changing face.

Ji Mingyue's words were like a lingering affliction, constantly reminding him that the current calm was merely the calm before the storm, and that in the unseen shadows, swords were already clashing.

"The truth?" Wang Dao's lips curled into a cold, hard smile. "Right now, I'm barely qualified to be a pawn, let alone touch the truth behind the chessboard."

In this world, reason lies only on the edge of the sword, and truth lies only within the range of the arrow.

Since this pool is bottomless, then I'll train myself into a powerful dragon that can cross the river and stir up a storm.

Without further hesitation, Wang Dao took out a lustrous jade bottle, uncorked it, and an intense, almost tangible, pungent smell of blood and medicine instantly filled the entire secret room.

It was a pill that was entirely crimson with faint golden patterns swirling around it—the Dragon Blood Overlord Pill!

Tilt your head back and swallow.

"boom!"

The instant the pill entered his stomach, it was as if an ancient, savage dragon had awakened within him, letting out a soul-shaking roar. The extremely violent medicinal power instantly transformed into raging magma, forcefully rushing into his limbs and bones.

"Hiss—! This woman's medicine is really strong!"

Wang Dao gasped, his skin turning a deep, visibly red, like a branding iron – a sign that his vital energy had been pushed to its limit.

Every meridian in his body trembled and expanded under the impact of this violent power, emitting a clanging sound as if it were about to break at any moment.

[Body Cultivation Lv1 Special Effect - Daoist Furnace, activated!]

Just as this power was about to get out of control, it was as if an invisible furnace had been activated within Wang Dao's body.

The violent medicinal power, enough to overwhelm an ordinary cultivator, was forcibly suppressed and purified the moment it touched this furnace, transforming into the purest, surging essence that frantically nourished his golden dragon bones and flesh.

"Not enough! Still not enough! It needs to be released!"

Wang Dao's eyes were bloodshot. He suddenly stood up and grabbed the Longyuan Sword from the sword rack.

The energy within his body, like a bursting dam, desperately needed an outlet, and the sword in his hand was the perfect floodgate.

"Clang!"

The longsword was drawn, its cold light illuminating the entire secret room.

"The Radiant Illusionary Sword, rise!"

Wang Dao took a step forward, but his figure did not move as forcefully and directly as usual; instead, it became strange and elusive.

When he thrust his sword out, there was not a sound of wind breaking in the air; only a dreamlike stream of light flashed and disappeared in the void.

That was a sword strike that was both incredibly fast and incredibly bizarre; wherever the sword light reached, space seemed to shift slightly.

Wang Dao's figure moved swiftly through the secret room, leaving behind a solid and lifelike afterimage with each step he took.

That is the shadow of yesterday, a deception of sight and perception, a spatial manifestation of time difference.

The first sword strike extinguished the candle flame, without disturbing the light or shadow.

The tenth sword strike: the room was filled with Wang Dao's figures, some raising their swords to slash angrily, some dodging to the side, and some thrusting with their swords.

In this cramped, secret room, it seemed as if dozens of kings were simultaneously engaged in a life-or-death struggle with an unseen enemy.

If outsiders were here, they would be horrified, because their eyes would tell them that these were all real people, and every sword aura exuded a deadly chill, making it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake, a mixture of illusion and reality.

"happy!"

Wang Dao let out a low roar, and the medicinal power of the dragon blood within his body was gradually forged into the depths of his bone marrow as he wielded his sword.

The sword in his hand moved faster and faster, and the afterimages that were still visible before were now completely connected into a flowing screen of light.

The great dragon of the spine trembled violently, emitting thunderous roars—the golden bones cheering and transforming.

Again and again.

Each complete swordplay demonstration deepened Wang Dao's understanding of the Flowing Light Illusionary Dust Sword Technique and further refined the power within his body.

After an unknown amount of time, as Wang Dao unleashed his final sword strike, the countless afterimages collapsed like a shattered mirror, coalescing into a single, solitary figure.

[Ding! You have completed a full rehearsal of "Flowing Light and Illusory Dust Sword," your skill has improved, Source Points +1]

[Ding! You have completed a full rehearsal of "Flowing Light and Illusory Dust Sword," your skill has improved, Source Points +1]

Hearing the pleasant notification sound in his mind and feeling the boundless power surging within him like a mighty river, the fighting spirit in Wang Dao's eyes burned brighter and brighter, like oil being poured into a raging fire.

Even if the road ahead is a bottomless abyss, even if there is a monstrous trap behind it, as long as resources are plentiful, as long as this source point is still beating...

He could carve out a path to heaven.

……

Listening to the Wind Pavilion, as its name suggests, is built facing the wind, surrounded by lush bamboo and a babbling brook.

This was a residence specially prepared for her by Princess Zheng Wanqing, exuding elegance and tranquility, quite different from Wang Dao's Qianlong Pavilion, which had a somewhat rugged atmosphere.

"Sister Zheng, that's quite a thoughtful gesture."

Ji Mingyue, dressed in a moonlit white gown with a skirt that flowed like moonlight, arrived at the pavilion, where the maids had already arranged everything in perfect order.

She waved everyone away, walked alone to the window, pushed open the carved wooden window, and let the breeze caress her cheeks, bringing the fragrance of bamboo leaves.

"That old man, Father Emperor, is truly a riddle."

Ji Mingyue parted her red lips slightly and sighed softly.

She recalled that before Ji Wudi set off, he had given her a few seemingly casual words of advice, but his words revealed a deep consideration for the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion.

He did not say it explicitly, but rather pointed out that the Prince's mansion was a melting pot of all sorts of people, and beneath the surface, undercurrents were surging.

Now, combined with her warning to Wang Dao, Ji Mingyue became even more certain that the waters of the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion were indeed unfathomably deep.

"Human hearts are so complicated..." she murmured to herself, her eyes deep and unfathomable, as if they could see through all the ways of the world, yet they also carried a trace of indescribable weariness.

In this world, the most unpredictable thing is always the human heart.

Just as she was deep in thought, there was a soft knock on the door of the attic.

"Your Highness, this servant reports that the eldest son of the Prince of Zhenbei's mansion has come to pay a visit." The maid's voice was clear and melodious, with a hint of respect.

Ji Mingyue raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of barely perceptible irritation flashing across her eyes.

She has always preferred quiet, and her purpose in coming here was more to meet Wang Dao than to get too involved with the people in the Wang residence too early.

Especially Wang Ming, although they had known each other since childhood, he was a very cunning and not a kind person.

However, considering that this was, after all, the Prince of Zhenbei's residence, as a guest, it would be impolite to keep people at arm's length and would easily give others cause for gossip.

"Alright, let him in."

Ji Mingyue sighed softly, concealing all emotions in her eyes, and regained her aloof and noble demeanor.

A moment later, Ji Mingyue walked lightly out of the main hall of Tingfeng Pavilion.

In the courtyard, a tall and upright figure stood with his hands behind his back.

Wang Ming wore a dark blue sword robe, which accentuated his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, giving him a dignified and imposing presence. A gentle smile graced his handsome face, as if a spring breeze were caressing him.

Upon seeing Ji Mingyue appear, Wang Ming's deep eyes instantly lit up with surprise and enthusiasm.

He strode forward, quickly approaching, and bowed with hands clasped in a gesture of elegant humility.

"Your Highness, it's been a long time. It's been almost six years since we last met."

Wang Ming's voice was gentle and warm, carrying just the right amount of intimacy, as if there had never been any distance between them.