Water elemental became a god, ultimately becoming the master of heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers

Chapter 141 Pluck a Martial God

As dawn broke, the darkness of night was dispelled.

Chen Shunan sat cross-legged in the rice warehouse, slowly opened his eyes, his gaze gleaming. He shrugged his shoulders, and as if sensing something, a faint layer of grime washed down from the pores of his body.

Thanks to the effects of Ran Yi'an's divine water, Chen Shun'an's cultivation and energy recovery are now extremely efficient.

Even though I had been busy all day yesterday, practiced all night, and eliminated the treacherous tongue-wielders, I only managed to get a short nap at dawn.

But I still didn't feel tired at all; on the contrary, I felt energetic and clear-headed.

Since throwing Cheng Bin into the water dungeon, Chen Shunan has been calmly pushing a cart to deliver water these past two days, methodically digesting the gentian.

Even the matter of taking time to visit the martial artist who had contemplated the Xuan Snake's Metamorphosis Diagram, and to investigate whether the snake demon that had revealed the cultivation manual was a wild beast or a living person in disguise, has been temporarily put on hold.

Chen Shunan is extremely adept at knowing when to back down from a challenge and when to give up in a timely manner.

He was terrified that if he investigated further, he would randomly unlock the truth behind the deaths, such as "accidentally falling into the water," "committing suicide by being shot in the back," "sacrificing himself accidentally," or "missing."

Even more terrifying death processes await them, such as "crushing bones and destroying the soul," "dispersing body and soul," and "being unable to be reborn."

There's nothing wrong with burying your head in the sand.

Perhaps due to the repeated changes in his qualifications, the development of his "tiger tendons and leopard veins" and the opening of his "mud pills," Chen Shunan's drug resistance has also greatly increased.

Even for a true master, one can only take a maximum of four Azure Dragon Galls a month, and must wait several days before taking the next one.

Even so, there are side effects such as nausea and vomiting.

But Chen Shunan was lively and energetic, eating one every day without fail, with a good appetite and sound sleep.

The tongue-twisting thief is gradually being cut down; it is estimated that one-third of the work has been completed.

There seemed to be no bottlenecks or mental requirements for Chen Shunan. The only thing hindering his cultivation progress was resources and powerful medicines.

Suddenly, Chen Shunan's entire body trembled rapidly with an extremely subtle force, and a series of soft, crackling sounds, like popping beans, emanated from within his body.

Chen Shunan felt a surge of hot blood rushing up to his face and head.

His hair, which was originally slightly gray at the temples, turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, and transformed into a head of thick, shiny black hair.

It has a smooth, flowing sheen, is very flexible, and has no split ends or dandruff.

Chen Shunan reached out in disbelief and grabbed, only to find that each strand of hair was exceptionally tough. Even with his strength, he couldn't pull off even half a strand!

"Reverse my black hair, retain my youth, am I going to turn back the clock?"

Chen Shunan looked shocked, and his figure suddenly appeared in the open space of the courtyard like a ghost.

He leaned over the abandoned water tank, his hands pressed against it, and took a look.

The shimmering water illuminated an unremarkable, weathered face, etched with wrinkles and the marks of time.

Only his hair was black, like the finest silk.

It formed a stark and eerie contrast with that old face.

Seeing this, Chen Shunan felt a little relieved.

Hair is the tip of blood.

Even true masters, when they break through to the next realm, are mostly old, and because they are usually too busy to take care of their bodies, they all have more or less gray hair.

Now, Chen Shunan, having gradually cut off the tongue of the thief, is actually able to reverse his innate nature, return to his original state, and regrow a head of black hair.

Chen Shunan even estimated that no weapon, no matter how sharp, could easily cut through iron. He estimated that even the most powerful weapon would have difficulty severing his hair.

If one were to take their own hair, it would be an excellent material for crafting weapons such as whisks and whips.

And the meaning represented by this black hair is even more extraordinary.

This proves that Chen Shunan has already touched the edge of having all three elements of essence, energy, and spirit, and achieving a perfectly rounded body!

This level of mastery is also known as the Martial Arts Grandmaster!

By refining and unifying the three elements of strength, jade tree, and true intention, one can attain a martial arts deity, possessing a perfectly round body, all the orifices open, and various means to turn the rotten into the miraculous.

It cannot be killed by poison, drowned by water, or burned by fire; it is almost inhuman and can be called a god in the mortal world... It is known as the God of Martial Arts!

Chen Shunan could foresee that he would likely undergo a series of processes to return to his original nature, such as losing teeth and getting new ones, undergoing a complete transformation, and shedding old skin and impurities.

At the same time, he could clearly sense the vast and powerful life force within his body, far surpassing anything he had ever felt before, surging quietly.

The lifespan of a true master is actually not much different from that of an ordinary person.

Even those who die peacefully in their sleep and live to be a hundred years old are few and far between, due to frequent battles, overdrawing their potential, and shaking their foundations.

Only martial arts grandmasters, who can attain the status of a martial arts deity, can live for three hundred years.

If one learns some secret techniques for prolonging life, cultivates a pure and desireless mind, and lives in seclusion in ancient temples and Taoist monasteries, one could live for several more decades.

Now, Chen Shunan estimates that he will live to be around 130 or 140 years old.

"I've lived this long, I could outlive everyone else!"

Chen Shunan was overjoyed and even thought of another way to defeat the enemy.

"only……"

Looking at his striking black hair, Chen Shunan felt somewhat helpless.

"I wonder how good Wan Niang's hair dyeing skills are?"

……

"Hey, Wan Niang, why did you leave those fish-eye bubbles? They look creepy."

"Brother, these fish-eye bubbles are a good thing. Burning them to ash can treat sores and carbuncles. If used in conjunction with other medicines, they can also replenish essence and blood, reduce swelling and relieve pain... Didn't you say you wanted to dye your hair white? This is also one of the ingredients!"

The sun was setting; it was dusk.

The Chen family home, under the pine and cypress trees.

Wan Niang's eyes were practically shining as she curiously walked to Chen Shun'an's side, gently stroking his silky black hair, clicking her tongue in amazement.

"Brother, I didn't know that practicing martial arts could have such effects. Why don't you teach me? If my hair turns white someday, don't look down on me."

"I've already told you, your brother is a top-notch master, the kind who is invincible in Wuqing County. If you want to reach my level, you only have a 20% chance."

"A 20% chance means an 80% chance of failure? And you call yourself a top expert? Why don't you just say you're a martial saint or a martial god?" Wan Niang glared at Chen Shun'an, clearly not believing him.

In Wan Niang's eyes, Zhao Guangxi, the owner of a humble, watery place, was already a high-ranking figure.

The one who could be invincible in Wuqing County was someone even greater and more powerful than Zhao Guangxi.

Wan Niang was long past the age of infatuation and eating flatbread.

I just think Chen Shunan is bragging.

She stopped dwelling on the matter, deftly placing several pairs of fresh fish-eye bubbles into the wood ash to slowly smoke them, and then said...

"By the way, I made about ten bottles of 'sore-relieving ointment' using fish-eye bubbles. I gave them to Li Meizi and the others to try before, and they all said that the medicine was very effective. I took it to the street and sold it, and I made more than a hundred coins!"

At this point, Wan Niang's tone was cheerful and slightly smug, her neck held high as if waiting for something.

"As expected of Wan Niang, you have such skill and wisdom. When I retire someday, I'll be able to live off you..."

Chen Shunan understood Wan Niang's meaning and promptly provided her with emotional support.

Chen Shunan looked at Wan Niang with a hint of regret.

Wan Niang has no aptitude for martial arts. Even if Chen Shun'an spares no effort to pave the way for her, it will be extremely difficult for her to break through to the second-rate realm without a stroke of luck.

Instead, they have to endure the hardship of grinding down their qi and blood and strengthening their muscles and bones.

It's better to just be an ordinary person, living a peaceful and joyful life.

However, with the nourishment of sweet water and the conditioning of her body, Wan Niang should be able to live a long and healthy life until her death.

That's enough...

"No, I wield the True Spirit Treasure Edict, and sooner or later I will rule over mountains and rivers and the four seas, bestowing titles upon gods. How could I suffer the pain of birth, old age, sickness, death, and the loss of loved ones? Those who follow me will all become gods!"

Chen Shunan thought about it again and a surge of heroic spirit rose in his heart.

A moment later, a pottery jar was simmering on a small red clay stove.

The liquid in the jar was bubbling away, emitting a peculiar aroma that blended the bitterness of herbs with a faint metallic scent.

Wan Niang chopped up the smoked fish eyes and put them into the liquid, which then turned a strange, eerie dark green.

Chen Shunan frowned as he watched.

"Then I'll begin, sir."

"let's start."

Chen Shunan sat on a small stool, holding the "Sanming Tonghui".

Wan Niang carefully combed his ink-black hair with a rhinoceros horn comb, then took a soft brush, dipped it in the lubricant that had been cooled to a warm temperature, and began to apply the ointment strand by strand, starting from his temples, with utmost patience.

The medicine touched the hair without causing a burning sensation, only a cool feeling.

Wan Niang then took a hot towel and wrapped it around her head to help the medicine penetrate.

As time passed, Chen Shunan's mind became absorbed in the book in his hands.

Wuqing County has been quite turbulent recently.

Externally, demons and monsters frequently appear; internally, there is that inhuman Zhao Guanghui, who is stirring up evil and heretical practices.

Only in this small space, with its pine trees, fish tank, daily necessities, and the company of a beautiful woman, could Chen Shunan experience a rare peace and tranquility.

"Alright, buddy, take a look."

Half an hour later, Wan Niang gently patted Chen Shun'an's shoulder, and Chen Shun'an seemed to wake up from a dream.

Chen Shunan put down his book and took a look.

Then he saw that his black hair, after being carefully rinsed with soapberry water boiled with Polygonum multiflorum, had miraculously lost its luster and turned into a dull gray-white color, almost like that of autumn frost.

It's almost the same as the previous gray hair.

Seeing this, Chen Shunan felt relieved.

Thank goodness, I almost lost my status as an old man and couldn't rely on my age to act superior.

"This medicinal solution will be effective for one month after one application. If it is not applied again after this period, the hair will gradually return to its original black color."

Wan Niang didn't quite understand why Chen Shunan would dye his perfectly black hair white again.

But she already knew how to win Chen Shunan's favor without revealing her feelings.

When it's time to speak, speak up.

Speak less when you shouldn't.

……

At night, everything is silent.

As Chen Shunan lay in bed, a faint prayer suddenly rang in his ears.

Unlike the usual murmurs, this prayer had a clear direction and a call to action.

Chen Shunan's heart stirred, and his consciousness left his body, appearing in the Divine Palace.

"By the Supreme One and the Mysterious Underworld, I, Hong Junxian, have something to report..."

"Please convey to the deity Chen that Zhao Guanghui intends to harm him."

"Moreover, Zhao Guanghui has a wicked method of conjuring up spirits from corpses and summoning Dingjia warriors, which seems to involve using the corpses of martial artists as sacrifices."

Chen Shunan walked through the long corridor and sat cross-legged on the throne.

In that instant, Chen Shunan seemed to have abandoned his humanity, his eyes turning icy cold, as if nothing had changed.

He followed the sound of prayer and cast his gaze down upon the mortal realm.

His gaze descended, piercing through layers of dark clouds and vast landscapes, landing precisely on Guanghui Money House, in a quiet room of an elegant residence.

Hong Junxian sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, seemingly lost in some kind of meditation.

(End of this chapter)