fifth form

Chapter 3154 Refining Enhancement
"I've always used the weak to defeat the strong!"

The new emperor felt that Zhang Xuezhou was mild-mannered and similar to the "peace-seeking" faction in the court.

But Zhang Xuezhou has never been a person who is afraid of trouble. Almost every opponent he has faced since his debut has been stronger than him.

The difficulty of achieving victory against overwhelming odds is extremely high. Leaving aside the difficulties involved, the key issue is that he has no life-or-death conflicts with the lords of holy lands such as Zhu Jiuyin and Daojun.

Simply put, Zhang Xuezhou has no need to antagonize anyone at present, nor does he have enough benefit to warrant provoking conflict.

In the eyes of the new emperor, he undoubtedly appeared somewhat weak.

"A complete mess!"

Having two new mortal enemies, the lords of the Holy Lands, out of nowhere is bad news for Zhang Xuezhou. It will be difficult for him to defeat the strong with the weak.

Donghua in West Kunlun is far from Chang'an City, but cultivators from the three holy lands of the Fiend Kingdom can reach Chang'an City.

Donghua is countered by the Demon-Revealing Mirror, while Daojun is a human cultivator who is not afraid of the Demon-Revealing Mirror; the two situations are completely different.

Zhang Xuezhou did not include Zhu Jiuyin in his calculations of troubles, which is why he was more focused on plotting against Daojun.

Not to mention that Zhu Jiuyin needed to recuperate after being severely injured in the underground palace, the Demon-Revealing Mirror was also something that Zhu Jiuyin, who valued his life, needed to be wary of. The only possibility was that Daojun would come to Chang'an City to take revenge, and it would be very difficult to guard against Daojun or even kill him.

"Boss, how long do we need to stay here?"

At the top of the ancient tree, Zhang Xuezhou forcibly pushed the mallard duck inside, letting it accompany him as he refined the essence of the flying knife.

As long as he wasn't fatally struck by Daojun, Zhang Xuezhou would indeed have a chance to start over.

In this not-so-large space, the green light continuously replenished Zhang Xuezhou's depleted mental energy, allowing him to withstand the stinging pain without worrying about his mental energy being too low.

As the rootless flying knife's essence was continuously refined, Zhang Xuezhou even had the energy to keep thinking about how to deal with Daojun.

"So you're already thinking of going to Chang'an to lie down?"

The mallard's question brought Zhang Xuezhou back to his senses, and he responded with a curt reply.

"I don't want to lie down in Chang'an. I figured you'd be staying a while, so I'll just sleep here for a bit," the mallard exclaimed. "I feel this environment is so peaceful and comfortable. Once I wake up, I'm sure I'll feel great!"

"Oh?"

Zhang Xuezhou exclaimed in surprise.

Dogs will find their own antidote when they are poisoned, and mallards have a similar instinct.

The No. 2 sinkhole has become a sacred place for cultivation in a real sense. Even creatures that do not know how to cultivate may evolve into demons after spending a long time in it.

The mallards were pleasantly surprised by the changes in the No. 2 sinkhole, but not as strongly as they were by the ancient tree canopy.

If it weren't for the fact that mallards are unlikely to come alone, Zhang Xuezhou suspected that they would have come on their own long ago.

"Do you feel it's nice to sleep here?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"I feel good!"

The mallard nodded, then peered tentatively at Zhang Xuezhou.

Sleeping in the canopy of an ancient tree is a good thing, but sleeping for too long and never waking up is a bad thing. This requires Zhang Xuezhou's cooperation to call him awake when the time comes.

The mallard duck grinned foolishly at Zhang Xuezhou, and only when Zhang Xuezhou waved did it happily find a corner to lie down.

As long as one doesn't force oneself to stay awake, falling asleep in the canopy of an ancient tree can happen very quickly.

Zhang Xuezhou looked at the fallen mallard duck spirit and saw that it had fallen into a state of hibernation in the short instant it closed its eyes.

Wisps of green light swirled around the soul, as if weaving a cradle to rest it, bringing a more comfortable feeling.

"An ancient tree? An ancient tree?"

Zhang Xuezhou called out twice, but the ancient tree he could communicate with before did not appear in this space, so he had no choice but to give up. "I'll refine the Dao Lord's flying knife essence first!"

The sharp light of the flying knife that pierced the soul was like a persistent ailment, extremely destructive.

Zhang Xuezhou had only seen similar power when Huang wielded the stone axe to shatter his sea of ​​consciousness. At that time, Donghua absorbed the damage, and his soul was not as strong as it is now, so the difficulty of recovery was far less than it is now.

"I wonder how you developed such skills!"

Although I learned some of it from Lao Tong, and that Dao Jun combined the special properties of the gourd to develop the fearsome throwing knife technique, which others could not replicate due to lack of resources, it is still worth learning how Dao Jun tempered his throwing knives.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that Montespatton's method of nurturing might be similar, but there was a difference in quality.

Killing an opponent doesn't necessarily require reducing them to ashes. Zhang Xuezhou felt that the force of his strike when using the Spirit Wood Staff to shatter his opponent's body was somewhat dispersed. If he could concentrate it, the power he unleashed would definitely be stronger.

He pondered for a moment but couldn't understand, so he gave up the idea.

For Zhang Xuezhou, copying is easy, but it is extremely difficult to reverse-engineer a theory based on the experience gained from an injury. His talent is not yet high enough to reach that level.

He had some research interests, but not many.

Lacking the ability to do so, Zhang Xuezhou decisively refined the essence of the flying knife.

The crimson light vanished from his soul, and the clash and annihilation of their souls finally came to an end.

"Ok?"

Although he didn't know how much time had passed, Zhang Xuezhou still needed to switch places according to the time travel rules to avoid confusion about the time travel.

After everything was over, just as Zhang Xuezhou was about to pull the mallard duck up, he felt that his soul seemed to have undergone some changes.

"The quality of the soul has not changed, but the number it can hold seems to have increased!"

Without a precise container, taking measurements is difficult.

These past few days, Zhang Xuezhou has been busy refining the essence of the flying knives, and his spiritual power has been constantly being consumed and generated. He has not paid attention to the changes in his soul.

As the ancient tree's crown continuously repaired his soul and provided a constant stream of nourishment, Zhang Xuezhou realized that his soul seemed to have grown after undergoing a high-intensity refining process.

What surprised Zhang Xuezhou was, of course, the magnitude of this increase.

However, this improvement has not achieved a qualitative transformation.

"It's a pity that catching Daojun's flying knife is too risky. He didn't use his full strength when he used the flying knife to kill people before, and he shot and killed several people, which is why I got this advantage. If I had gone to catch the flying knife specifically, I probably wouldn't even know how I died!"

The competition in Mayi left Zhang Xuezhou feeling uncertain and anxious.

The downside is that it creates enmity with Daojun, who is known for his vengeful nature and will act swiftly and decisively, making it extremely risky.

The advantage was that the new emperor's control of power was now a foregone conclusion, Zhang Xuezhou and others received significantly improved treatment, and there were no longer any obstacles to using national resources.

The contrast between good and bad made it difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to weigh the gains and losses. If he could withstand Dao Jun's counterattack, everything would have been worthwhile. If he couldn't withstand Dao Jun, whether the new emperor died or Zhang Xuezhou was killed, disaster would be imminent.

His anxieties subsided at this moment, and he began to think that this was not such a bad thing, and that he needed to look forward with a positive outlook.

Daojun's risks are real, but Zhang Xuezhou's current benefits are also real.

Opportunities for fighting with one's soul are very rare, and he clearly benefited from them.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that his soul had already gained more spiritual energy than the eighth level of the Heart Sutra, even though he had not yet progressed to the eighth level. His spirit was only a hair's breadth away from another transformation.

If he could have a similar opportunity to receive another blow from Daojun, Zhang Xuezhou felt that refining it might greatly enhance his mental strength.

"If I can advance one more step, even the Dao Lord would be knocked down if I poked him with this stick!"

Thinking about pushing the transformation of the Spirit Enhancement Chapter again, and comparing it with the damage he had caused to Daojun before, Zhang Xuezhou had a vague feeling in his heart after the comparison.

If the damage inflicted on Daojun could have a devastating impact, then he wouldn't be the one living in fear.