I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 102 Master Fushu, are you healed?

Chen Zhian, the incarnation of the Lord of Baiyu Capital, shone with light and sat high on the throne in the Kaiyang Palace.

The southern flowing scene illuminated the entire Baiyujing, and the Kaiyangque was above the southern flowing scene. At this time, the bronze gate of this palace, which looked extremely ancient, was wide open.

Chen Zhian looked down at the purple dragon below, feeling a little surprised.

At this time, the giant dragon's divine aura fell into the Kunlun Marsh. Part of its body was covered by Kunlun's spiritual energy, but the huge and majestic appearance of this real dragon could still be seen.

Especially the dragon horn, which was crystal clear and sparkling with purple light, and had many mysterious lines on it, as if it contained the truth of time and seemed to hide the secrets between heaven and earth.

There really are dragons in this world.

Chen Zhian had already asked Xu Xiyue when he was in Sunan Prefecture.

At that time, Xu Xiyue told him that there were dragons on Mount Qixia, and there were even more than one.

He was always curious, but he didn't expect that this time when he extradited a newcomer to Baiyujing, he actually extradited a real dragon.

only……

This dragon doesn't seem to be in good condition.

Under the cover of Kunlun's spiritual energy, the dragon's divine incarnation was looming, its scales had not even condensed, its eyes were extremely dull, and its breath was quite rapid.

It looked like he was seriously injured.

Now he has managed to save his life in Baiyujing.

Fu Tingjun was also looking up at Nan Liujing, at Kaiyang Que, and at the existence in the ancient palace that was emitting golden light.

In Fu Tingjun's life of more than 200 years, he had never seen such a person.

The figure on the throne had an aura as deep as the ocean, and it seemed as if the entire strange White Jade Capital rose and fell with his breathing.

Countless strange auras were born from his breath.

Even this strange swamp, the sun in the sky, the distant mountains, and the many pavilions all exist because of this man.

Fu Tingjun suddenly felt dazed, and memories flashed in his mind.

"I'm already dead... If Lord Wu Lei takes action, there's no way I can survive."

The Lord of Five Thunders is one of the strongest in the world. He once engraved words on the ninth stele. His cultivation is mysterious and unfathomable, and he is extremely powerful.

If we talk about who in the world can defeat the Lord of Five Thunders, it can only be the peerless warrior Gong Longxiu, who has the most unrivaled spirit in the world, who once whipped up the Sleeping Dragon and rode on it, waved his sword and rebuked the Lord of Five Thunders!

Apart from this, no one in the world dares to assert that they can defeat the Five Thunder Lords.

When he was on the verge of death, he clearly realized that his body had disintegrated, his Fufeng dragon horn had died, the inscriptions on it had disappeared, and the Fufeng dragon bloodline had completely dissipated into the sky since then.

Along with his own divine essence, divine appearance, and divine soul, they have completely dissipated.

Until... the last trace of divine essence is left.

Fu Tingjun came back to his senses immediately. He sensed the divine energy and found that the real dragon incarnation now was transformed from that divine energy!
"So, I am still alive? The Lord of Baiyujing took my divine essence and I am living in Baiyujing?"

When Fu Tingjun thought of this, his heart was shocked.

The Lord of Baiyujing in front of him could actually take away his remaining divine energy silently in the thunder wielded by the Five Thunder Lords!

Thinking of this, Fu Tingjun became even more surprised.

He kept searching his mind for the memories carried in the endless Fufeng bloodline, and carefully recalled the names on the nine steles.

But he could never remember that there was such a mysterious place in the world, called Baiyujing.

There is another unparalleled figure in the world, named Lord Baiyujing.

As Fu Tingjun was thinking, the surrounding spiritual energy swept in, fell into his mind, and turned into a grand voice.

Layer upon layer of strange sounds combined into the clanging sound of bells and tripods, which was extremely strange.

But Fu Tingjun was able to miraculously understand the meaning of this clanging sound!
"Since I have to stay in Baiyujing, what can I do for Baiyujing?"

Fu Tingjun lowered his head and suddenly felt grateful to this peerless figure.

Even though his physical body was gone, even though only a trace of his spiritual essence remained.

But as long as we are alive, there is hope of reuniting with our bodies.

As long as you are alive, there is hope for revenge.

As long as he is alive, his Fufeng Dragon bloodline will not be cut off.

"But how should we stay in Baiyujing?"

Fu Tingjun thought carefully, lowered his head and gritted his teeth and said: "Master Baiyujing... I am from the dragon Fufeng lineage. I was born with many dragon inheritances in my mind. I am born proficient in many dragon magical powers. I am willing to dedicate all of these dragon magical powers to... Baiyujing."

"Dragon-type magical power? Can humans practice it?" Chen Zhian was wrapped in Nan Liujing's brilliance, with a worried look on his face: "This sounds like something similar to blood inheritance. Humans shouldn't be able to practice it, right?"

He thought so in his mind, but was not in a hurry to ask.

In the world, except for the Taoist supernatural powers bestowed by the Tiger Cub Monument, which are not restricted by realm, anyone can practice it below the innate level.

However, other magical powers that are circulated throughout the world require one to wait until one has reached the innate level of cultivation before they can be practiced.

He was still one level of rough jade away from reaching the level of innate cultivation, so he was not in a hurry.

Fu Tingjun gritted his teeth and poured out his greatest value, but he saw that the Lord of Baiyujing on the throne was indifferent. He thought for a while and lowered his head and said, "In the ruins of Fufeng Hailong Palace, I hid a sword, which is a famous weapon handed down from generation to generation. It ranks twelfth in the sword line of the Yushuo Ancient Monument. It is a real sword and hides many treasures. I am willing to give it all to Lord Baiyujing."

The twelfth of the ancient sword monument?
Chen Zhian was suddenly overjoyed.

Famous weapons handed down from generation to generation...are even more precious than swords that have been forged a hundred thousand times.

The Thunder and Fire Sword of Xu Yuchan, the contemporary Shenxiao Zhenren, is ranked ninth in the sword market.

And this Xu Yuchan was a man of great fortune, one of the strongest men in the world.

This shows how precious a sword is that can be listed on an ancient stele and even ranked among the top swords.

only?

"Where is this Fufeng Sea? I wonder if it is far from Xuantianjing."

Chen Zhian remained calm and decided to investigate the location of Fufenghai after leaving Baiyujing.

Even with his current strength, it might be a bit difficult for him to go to a place like the Dragon Palace Ruins, but he can try it after a few years.

If he could really get such a treasure... Chen Zhian couldn't help but feel excited.

He was extremely excited.

Seeing that Lord Baiyujing had no reaction, Fu Tingjun shook the huge dragon head.

"Such a person, who can be compared with the Five Thunder Lords and even owns such a mysterious place...how could he be tempted by a famous weapon handed down from generation to generation?"

He smiled bitterly in his heart...

However, his most profound foundation lies in these two places, but it still seems that it is not enough to impress the Lord of Baiyu Capital.

He couldn't help but let out a long sigh in his heart.

If he cannot stay in Baiyujing, his divine energy will surely dissipate, and there will be no more Fufeng dragons in the world.

So he struggled for a while, and with the idea of giving it a try, he said: "I am a member of the Fufeng Dragon genus, born with the power of controlling wind, thunder, and fire, and the Fufeng Lihuo is bred in my dragon eyes, so I have been studying alchemy for generations.

I am quite proficient in the art of alchemy and I have inherited many methods of gathering fire... Lord Baiyujing, after I recover from my injuries, I am willing to..."

Fu Tingjun hadn't finished speaking yet.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of bells and tripods, and then the figure of the Lord of Baiyujing disappeared without a trace in the Kaiyang Palace on the Nanliujing.

At the same time, an incarnation of divine energy condensed not far from him.

It was a young man, looking up at him in a daze, with some amazement in his eyes. "The Lord of Baiyujing... asked me to teach him the art of Danhuo!"

"So I can stay in Baiyujing to cultivate my divine essence?"

Fu Tingjun reacted and was somewhat overjoyed.

He looked down at the boy who seemed extremely small in his eyes. His long dragon whiskers were like two extremely long clouds, floating in the air.

"What should I call you?" Fu Tingjun opened and closed his dragon mouth, and a strong wind seemed to blow in Baiyujing.

Chen Zhian's eyes were still filled with amazement, and he looked up and said, "You can call me Chang'an Guest."

His amazement was not fake.

Sitting on the throne in the Kaiyang Palace of Nanliu Jing, he was quite far away from the real dragon and was not that shocked.

But now that I'm under the body of a real dragon, I feel that this dragon is probably as big as a mountain, with endless ups and downs, which is daunting.

"Chang'an guest..." The real dragon whispered and considered, and finally said: "Call me Fu Tingjun."

"There is no more Fufeng dragon in the world. I would like to reveal my real name." He thought to himself.

Chen Zhian saluted him, and the real dragon thought about it, then lowered its head and nodded towards Chen Zhian.

"I will teach you the art of alchemy."

"The so-called alchemy is nothing more than two parts. The first is the [Mysterious Fire], and the second is the method of [Controlling Fire into Seals]."

"Do you know what [Xuanhuo] is?"

Chen Zhian nodded. The so-called mysterious fire is different from ordinary flames.

When he was refining the Cicada Shell Pill, it was recorded in the White Jade Cicada Shell Chapter that the best way to refine this pill was to use Glazed Fire, which was made by burning the tortoise shell of the monster Glazed Turtle.

Chen Zhian told what he knew.

Fu Tingjun hesitated for a moment, but said, "Using the tortoise shell of the Glazed Turtle to burn it...it can indeed be considered as Xuan Fire, but it can only be considered the lowest grade, and it cannot be called a good one."

When he said this, he looked at Chen Zhian with his dragon eyes and asked, "I don't know... Mr.'s cultivation level?"

"I have already cultivated to the realm of divine essence." Chen Zhian answered frankly.

Fu Tingjun's breath suddenly stagnated: "Is it only the Divine Essence Realm?"

Chen Zhian seemed a little unconvinced, and emphasized: "It is the realm of divine essence, but he has already cultivated the eleventh divine essence."

"To cultivate the eleventh divine essence is also a divine essence realm." Fu Tingjun hesitated and said, "With such a weak cultivation, the higher-grade mysterious fire and the method of controlling fire into seals... are temporarily out of your reach."

The dragon shook its head, as if it was recalling the Xuanhuo method that was suitable for the Chang'an guest in front of it.

It was not until more than ten breaths had passed that Fu Tingjun looked at Chen Zhian again, and his tone became more relaxed.

"I once visited a real person in Zhenjian Mountain. I saw a mysterious fire method on the real person's dusty bookshelf. It is just right for you, sir. It is called [Mysterious Pearl Fire]."

"As for the method of controlling fire into the seal, I have a method here [Cloud Chamber Seventh Level Explanation] that I got from Zhu Yunzhong, a master of alchemy in the sea. It is quite extraordinary. If you can practice it to the seventh level, you can even refine a first-grade heavenly pill."

Fu Tingjun taught patiently, and Chen Zhian asked questions humbly, and finally he memorized the "Sevenfold Explanation of the Cloud Chamber" and carefully wrote down the method of refining the Mysterious Pearl Fire.

"But refining the mysterious fire doesn't seem to be easy." Chen Zhian thought so in his heart, stood up and saluted to Fu Tingjun, and was about to go to Kaiyang Palace to study "The Seven Levels of Yunshi".

Fu Tingjun asked Chen Zhian why he wanted to go to Kaiyangque.

Chen Zhian answered carefully, mentioning the actual purple qi and yellow court.

Fu Tingjun was immediately surprised: "It's so mysterious... It's a pity that I am seriously injured now. I am afraid that I can't control even this ray of divine energy. I can't transform into another form, nor can I fly to the Kaiyang Palace on the clouds.

Wait until I recover a little, then take a closer look at the Purple Qi and Yellow Court in the Kaiyang Palace."

Chen Zhian stepped into the Kaiyang Palace and sat cross-legged. Many profound meanings of "The Seven Levels of Explanation of the Cloud Chamber" emerged in his mind.

He stretched out his hand, and the purple energy on his hand turned into a ball of flame burning brightly.

Chen Zhian practiced the Yunshi Alchemy Method, trying to control the fire. The flame flickered, sometimes strong, sometimes weak.

He frowned.

"This Cloud Chamber Seven-Layer Alchemy Method is not as easy to practice as those mysterious skills and wonderful methods. It still requires practice to gain true knowledge."

Then the purple air in his hand went out, and he memorized the secrets of the alchemy and the method of entering the seal, and then disappeared in the Kaiyang Palace.

The map of Jade Capital in the sky slowly closed in Chen Zhian’s mind.

"This is an unexpected surprise."

A smile appeared on his face. As early as when he was refining the Chan Tuo Pill, he envied those alchemy masters...

If one were to find a profession that is most respected in this world, it would probably be the alchemist. Especially the alchemist who can control the mysterious fire and seal the elixir at will is even more valuable.

Even those aristocratic families and mysterious sects have to be respectful when facing a great alchemist. After all, when it comes to spiritual practice, elixirs are of paramount importance and are indispensable.

Even those geniuses, who are from aristocratic families and have a physique and talent that is one in a hundred thousand, cannot live without elixirs.

The better your physique and talent, the more you need elixirs to stimulate your body's potential. And since your physique is a foundation, you don't need to worry about excessive elixir poison.

"The most urgent task now is to gather all the materials for refining the Mysterious Pearl Fire."

He stood up and walked out of the yard.

It was already afternoon and the sun had not yet set, the sunlight filtered through the mottled leaves, casting fine shadows.

Several crape myrtles are in full bloom by the roadside, their pink petals dancing in the wind and falling in a riot of colour.

Chen Zhian looked at a winding stream gurgling between the roadside rocks. The clear water reflected the green bamboo on the shore and the ancient bridge not far away.

He suddenly felt as if he was in another world.

After secluding himself for more than ten days, Chen Zhian cultivated the eleventh divine essence, which brought him one step closer to his goal.

There are only three months left until the Tiger Cub Monument is updated!
The same is true for that wedding date.

"First go to Xirenju to ask about the materials needed for Xuanzhu Lihuo, and then make plans."

Chen Zhian was thinking about this in his mind until he reached East City.

On the street in the distance, someone was riding a horse.

The man was dressed in gorgeous clothes and had a face as beautiful as jade, but there was a bit of ferocity in his eyes as he stared at Chen Zhian from afar.

It was Li Fushu who was seriously injured by Chen Zhian.

Chen Zhian looked up and suddenly smiled: "Are you healed?"

He opened his mouth to ask, but Li Fushu suddenly shook his head: "There are too many rules in Xuantianjing."

"It is precisely because I attach too much importance to rules that you have the opportunity to take advantage of me."

At this point, he leaned forward on his horse and looked down at Chen Zhian: "Last time, someone helped you, but he hid himself and didn't dare to show up."

"But today, does he still dare to come?"

When he said this, Chen Zhian looked up and saw Si Hougui and two men in their thirties or forties on the second floor of a restaurant facing the street, looking down at Chen Zhian with cold eyes.

Chen Zhian looked at Li Fushu again: "Since you brought people here, why are you letting them drink tea upstairs..."

"Master Fushu, do you want to fight me in a duel?"

Li Fushu dismounted in the street, and it seemed that he really no longer cared about the rules of Xuantianjing.

Chen Zhian grinned and asked again, "Are you healed?"

ps: Yesterday's monthly ticket was added

(End of this chapter)