Cosmic Demon

Chapter 278 Little Qin's Pride, War Horn

Qi Wuxiang?
Qin Shi opened his eyes wide. How did the other party enter his sea of ​​consciousness?
That statue kept growing taller, like a divine embryo frantically absorbing spiritual energy.

The black-haired youth grinned and said:

"I've been fighting with that treacherous and despicable man, He Lanchan, for so long."

He's a well-known powerful psychic, so it's reasonable for me to know some countermeasures, right?

Qin Shi felt a chill run down his spine. If He Lanchan gave people the feeling of a cold, proud, towering mountain that reached the sky, majestic and imposing, it was breathtaking.

So, this four-time champion, whose life was perfect and seemed to have been born for the path of martial arts, was like a being at the top of the food chain, exuding a powerful sense of oppression.

Although Qi Wuxiang did not show any hostility or malice, Qin Shi still felt a chilling shiver from the depths of his soul.

"He Lan Chan's path is destined to fail. Although humans are a powerful race, their individual talents are not outstanding."

Even with secret techniques to limit the seven physical limitations, and the nourishment of rare cosmic treasures, one's physical vitality and spiritual essence cannot break through to the 'god level.'

Qi Wuxiang seemed quite satisfied, his eyes revealing appreciation:

Even if you unlock all seven limits and manifest your divine power, you can at most obtain combat strength close to that of a martial god.

Kid, your body is perfect, practically a top-notch work of art, almost comparable to mine.

Qin Shi's lips twitched.

The original Ten Heroes, two of their leaders, how come they are both like this?
So all that praise you gave me just stemmed from your own self-admiration?
"Master He has treated me well."

Qin Shi scratched his head, seemingly innocent, and said:
"He personally taught me the 'Void Meditation Method' to help me achieve the perfection of my sacred embryo. Although you, Boss Qi, are at the forefront of the martial arts path and can rival peerless talents like Yan Haishan and Ning Yuanhai, my eldest sister taught me since I was a child... that one must have backbone!"

Qi Wuxiang raised his thick black eyebrows. This kid's shameless face was exactly the same as He Lanzhan's.

He sat cross-legged, looking down at him:

"Sure, He Lanchan and I are the same in that respect. As long as you can handle it, feel free to come and learn!"

Qin Shi was quite tempted. This was Qi Wuxiang, the undisputed number one among the first generation of the Ten Outstanding Talents, the son of Dongxia who amazed an entire era.

His legacy is a "treasure" worthy of being exhibited in the Imperial Palace Museum!
"If you can't learn it..."

Qin Shi asked cautiously.

He recalled Lao He's boundless void field, which, when unfolded, almost filled and burst his head.

If it weren't for the excellent indoor locations and the assistance of Super Little He, the outcome would have been very worrying.

"I can't learn it."

Qi Wuxiang raised an eyebrow:
"It's nothing, it just shortens your lifespan by a few years."

Good guy!
Qin Shi's lips twitched. Learning from Lao He's methods would be a waste of brainpower; learning from your methods would be a waste of life.

Neither of these two leaders of the original Ten Heroes was easy to deal with.

No wonder no one in later generations has been able to carry on his mantle.

"I'm still young, I should be able to handle it."

Qin Shi pondered that compared to being guided by Qi Wuxiang, losing a few years of his lifespan was worthwhile.

With the speed at which he develops his vitality, breaking through to the first stage of the professional level and entering the Heavenly Gate Grandmaster realm is a certainty, and living to two hundred years old is not a problem at all.

Affordable!

"To correct you, it means that one failure can damage two to three years of life."

Qi Wuxiang raised a finger and said with a mocking smile.

Is Lao Qi really going all in?

Qin Shi had a headache.

"Like you, I follow the seven limits of the physical body. This old martial arts secret path has been polished to perfection."

But even if all the stringent conditions are met, one is still one step away from becoming a God of War, unless one bows down to the support of a god.

So I was thinking, could I add some more features to make it even better?

Qi Wuxiang rested his hands on his knees, sitting cross-legged on top of the Holy Embryo. Although he smiled, his eyes were indifferent and calm, without any ripples.

"After the Seven Great Limits, I conceived of the Three Gates of the Divine Gate, but it was only a prototype. Speaking of which, you are from a later era. Did I become a Martial God? Did I successfully traverse this path?"

Qi Wuxiang then asked curiously.

But before Qin Shi could answer, he shook his head and said:
"It probably failed, otherwise you should call me 'Qi Wushen' when you see me."

What about He Lanchan? Did he succeed?

Qin Shi shook his head. Old He died young, leaving behind only a legend.

"That's fine."

Qi Wuxiang seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, in a great mood.

One's own failure is certainly painful, but the success of one's opponent is even more painful.

"So? Kid, are you going to learn?"

Qi Wuxiang looked down, his eyes devoid of any emotion:

“Follow my path, and in the future you will not be at a disadvantage against any Holy Blood Earl, True Ancestor Descendant, Dragonman, War Clan, or any other powerful race that is so blessed with natural advantages that it would have been called ‘gods and demons’ in ancient times.”

Qin Shi hesitated for only a moment before readily accepting.

He felt that since he had chosen the numerical path, he should see it through to the end.

Lao He's "Void Meditation Method" encompasses countless images, refines the spirit and spirituality, and is a direct path to the realm of the divine.

However, it requires exceptional talent and comprehension, and even a hard-working individual like He Lanchan couldn't reach the finish line completely.

"He has some courage, but not much."

Qi Wuxiang commented.

"My legacy is called 'The One and Only Way Through the Ages'... Kid, what's with that expression?"

Qin Shi tensed his expression and tried to suppress his thoughts, but Qi Wuxiang still noticed.

"If I were to become a Martial God, it should be called 'The One and Only Way Through the Ages.' One must have ambition. How can you become invincible if you don't even have the heart to be invincible?"
"Kid, learn slowly!" Qi Wuxiang said matter-of-factly, then leaned forward, as if merging with the ever-growing holy embryo, transforming into a majestic god-demon.

Boom!

The sea of ​​consciousness was violently shaken!
Qin Shi's vision was completely obstructed, and the divine embryo of the god-demon was instantly shattered, like a meteorite exploding from the sky, with thousands of streams of fire trailing behind.

"Is Lao Qi's 'The Only Way Through the Ages' actually attacking himself?"

Qin Shi was stunned. After the Holy Embryo was shattered, thousands of streams of fire fell to the ground and condensed into tall figures with different auras.

Upon closer inspection, they were all reflections of myself!

"As General Qin once said, 'Fighting against Heaven is endlessly joyful, fighting against God is endlessly joyful.'"

My level of understanding isn't that high, so I only fight against myself.

Qi Wuxiang's voice echoed like rolling thunder.

"If you can surpass ten of yourself, you can step into the first level."

If you can trample a hundred versions of yourself under your feet, it means you are getting stronger every minute.

When even a thousand of you can't shake you, then you've succeeded.

You will experience the wonderful sensation of growing stronger with every breath.

Qin Shi seems to be an employee who has been given a pie in the sky by his boss, like someone who has taken a super tonic, his spirit and body are radiant, as bright as the sun.

"I can easily defeat myself!"

……

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"Why didn't you mention that the Yellow Springs Training Camp has a remnant crystal of the Star Cup?"

Song Xing rushed to the infirmary and grabbed Fu Lei, who was wrapped up like a dumpling.

"You even recommended afterimage crystals to Xiao Qin! That stuff is contraband! Do you even know what contraband means?!"

Fu Lei grimaced in pain, but could only let Song Xing "ravage" him.

"Isn't black medicine also a prohibited item? Yet the Yellow Springs Training Camp distributes it as a reward."

Having finally broken free from Song Xing, Fu Lei shrugged and said:
"Hey Lao Song, got a cigarette? Want one?"

Song Xing wished he could strangle this guy. He was a "new recruit" handpicked by the city lord. If something went wrong, could the two of them bear the responsibility?

"Don't worry, Lao Song."

Fu Lei wasn't worried at all, and said with a smile:

"You don't still not understand who Xiao Qin is even now?"

Song Xing was stunned.

"Geniuses don't grow out of the ground, nor are they born out of thin air."

At his age, Xiao Qin was able to fight against a professional-level fighter, penetrate deep into the polluted area, and break through the lair of the human-faced spiders... His combat strength is even stronger than mine, definitely at the blazing sun level.

Do you think Hengzhou Central City has become so blind as to throw a promising young talent, capable of competing with students from the four top national universities, onto the front lines as a waste?

Every question Fu Lei uttered made Song Xing's head buzz.

Is Xiao Qin the blazing sun?
It seems that Hengzhou's rising star currently only has one young prodigy?
Even if Song Xing, who was far away in Baiyang Fortress City, was not well-informed, he would not be so ignorant as to overlook Qin Shi's great reputation.

This young prodigy is a key figure in the publicity campaign of Hengzhou Central City.

From within the system to private television stations, everyone reported on the relevant events.

"Is Qin Shi from the Qin Dynasty?"

Song Xing asked slowly, as if he was just realizing what was happening.

"Otherwise what? In the entire Hengzhou, can you find another Jiaoyang?"

Fu Lei's craving for cigarettes kicked in, so he could only pull out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket and chew away.

"How could the central city bear to part with it?"

Song Xing didn't understand.

The criteria for being rated as "Sun-level" are very stringent.

Even top students who get into the four major national universities may not be able to cross the threshold.

In remote administrative regions like Hengzhou, it is difficult to consistently produce top-tier geniuses over a ten-year cycle.

Only top-tier cities like Beijing and Haizhou can boast clusters of blazing sunshine.

"The Governor-General has a far-sighted view. Hengzhou is located on the frontier and close to the outer defense line, making it most vulnerable to the impact of war."

Fu Lei chewed his gum, reminiscing about the mental relief that nicotine brought.

"The theme of civilization is always expansion. Even though the new generation of Dongxia has already joined the ranks of the great powers, the pace of the great expedition will never stop."

Even if there are controversies and discussions, the strategy will be finalized once the Ninth Prince and the next generation of successors complete the handover.

Whether it's the blazing sun or the seeds of stars, sooner or later they will face the clash of civilizations, the rivalry of great powers, and the game on a larger scale.

When I was in military academy, Commander Han Qingyu said something like this: "Countless suns have shone throughout history, like carp crossing a river, but how many have grown into celestial bodies that illuminate the Milky Way?"

Old Song, you need to understand that genius is just a ticket to the finish line; the road ahead is long.

Song Xing nodded silently. It was clear from this thousand-year-old military academy strategy course that exploration and expeditions remained the main theme of the newly established Dongxia.

Despite the many dissenting voices that argue that humanity, after countless years of struggle and slaughter, should choose to rest and recuperate, returning to a pastoral era.

However, unless the nine commanders jointly decide to cancel the Great Expedition, no one will openly raise any objections even if the council holds a full vote.

To some extent, as some so-called "progressives" have said, even if the emperor is overthrown, the Ninth Marshal has already become the de facto monarch of the newly established Eastern Xia.

"The war horns have been sounded long ago, Old Song. It's just that the echoes haven't reached us yet."

Fu Lei sighed. During his recovery, he had seriously considered whether the governor's decision to launch the Great Expansion Movement and choose to advance on both the eastern and western fronts was driven by a longer-term strategic vision.

Do they sense the approaching war, and know that the brief peace of Hengzhou's rising star is about to be shattered?
(End of this chapter)