Dream of the Red Chamber: Starting from Immortal Martial Arts

As Grandmother Jia and others were discussing and deciding on a plan, news spread throughout the entire capital that the eldest son of the fourth generation of the Rongguo Mansion had been attacked and whose fate was unknown. Unnoticed in mid-air, the protective array's energy net began to spread.

At the same time, in the Hall of Mental Cultivation in the Imperial Palace, Emperor Changwu, having just heard Xia Shouzhong's report, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Wow, where did this hothead come from, daring to lay a knife on the eldest son of the man who inherited the title of Wu Xun? Besides, that kid from the Jia family is no pushover, and that old bastard Jia She is even more ruthless."

Xia Shouzhong said with a fawning smile, "Your Majesty, it was the son of Minister Xu, who just arrived in the capital yesterday, who clashed with him. The one who made the move was from a small family in the south who didn't know the rules."

"Now the entire city's civil and military officials know about this, and everyone has sent people there. Commander Jia shouldn't start a massacre..."

As Xia Shouzhong spoke, he gradually lost his confidence, recalling how four years ago, for some unknown reason, Jia Tang had carried out a frenzied massacre of death row inmates, serious criminals, and foreign prisoners in various government offices and prisons in Xianjing.

After that, he went to the Beijing garrison every year to massacre all kinds of bandits and thieves.

This year, he led the Jia family's Tiger Guards and elite soldiers out of the city to suppress bandits and hunt beasts, unleashing a bloodbath throughout the north, displaying extreme brutality and bloodlust.

Emperor Changwu shook his head and chuckled: "Alright, go ahead and make sure that old man's son doesn't die."

"only."

Xia Shouzhong accepted the order and led more than a hundred imperial guards out of the imperial city.

Before long, the net of primordial energy in mid-air stopped spreading and disappeared into nothingness.

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At this moment, the famous Xiangyu Garden was surrounded by officers and soldiers from the East City Military Command, who were blocking its entrance and exit.

There were rows of armored soldiers holding crossbows guarding the courtyard wall from the eaves of the surrounding houses, preventing anyone from climbing over the wall to escape.

Inside the attic, Jia Tang uttered softly:

"five!"

Tiger Guard stepped forward, slightly bent his knees, and bent over as if to charge.

Xu Yuan's eyes twitched, his previous composure vanished, and he hurriedly said, "Jia Tang, do you really dare to slaughter scholars? Aren't you afraid of His Majesty's wrath?"

"Four!"

Tiger Guard half-drawn his sword, and Imperial Censor Sun Che, seeing this, quickly said, "Lord Jia, please calm down, please calm down. It's all a misunderstanding. Let's sit down and talk things over."

"one!"

Tiger Guards stomped their feet and charged out, instantly shattering the ironwood floorboards like a spiderweb. In a flash of cold light, they were all killed one by one, and the two rows of strong servants in front of Xu Yuan and the others were already decapitated, with bright red blood gushing out.

The crowd was so frightened that they stood frozen in place. In that moment of hesitation, more than ten strong servants were beheaded, and in the blink of an eye, half of the servants were dead.

Before he could even process what was happening, Xu Yuan snapped out of it and roared, "Jia Tang, Lord Jia, I admit defeat! I'll give him up! I'll give him up!"

"Jia He, arrest him."

Jia He obeyed and walked towards his opponent, but the opponent was not one to sit idly by and wait for death. A faint veil of blood-red energy instantly appeared on his arms as he brandished his soft sword, aiming straight for Jia He's face, shouting, "Attack!"

At this shout, six more people suddenly sprang out from among the servants in front of Xu Yuan and the others. They all wore robes with hemp clothing underneath, and their hands or legs were covered with blood. They were all at the fifth level of Blood Refinement.

The short sword slid out from his sleeve, and he leaped out with all his might, engaging the tiger guard in a fierce battle.

Unfortunately, all their efforts were in vain. In this confined space, the thieves were directly suppressed and beaten by the Golden Tiger Guards.

Ahead, Jia He's eyes sharpened, and a dense aura of blood enveloped his left hand as he grabbed the soft sword, producing a clanging sound.

With a sudden burst of force, he squeezed hard, and the soft sword shattered with a 'bang'. The broken blade and remnants of the weapon shot out like powerful crossbow bolts, whistling as they cut through the air.

Inside the pavilion, wood chips were flying everywhere, pillars and windows were broken, and the two searched back and forth for a while.

Because Jia He intended to capture the thief alive, he did not use any weapons and held back his strength in his punches and kicks, for fear of accidentally killing the thief.

Just when Zhang Zhixiong was in dire straits, a sigh suddenly came from the third floor of the pavilion, which shone with a blue-green light, and sounded like heavy rain falling.

"raindrop?"

There is a saying among cultivators on the path to immortality: "Rainwater flows and surges against the shore, golden drums resound and thunderclaps fall."

This refers to the strange sounds produced when the blood energy generated by a martial arts cultivator through several blood refinements, transformed into internal energy by the internal organs, flows within the body.

It is divided into four rains, five waters, six waves, seven golds, eight drums, and nine thunderous sounds.

After the primordial energy of heaven and earth was restored, all cultivation methods were obtained from secret realms. According to ancient documents, both the civil and martial arts paths are based on the number nine, but the cultivation methods obtained by various forces before and after entering a certain level are quite different.

The entry-level methods all have nine as the ultimate, while the methods for the five realms of mortal cultivation are basically low to medium level.

High-level refining is extremely rare, belonging to the closely guarded secrets of major clans.

As for the Nine Refinements?

It can be said that the world currently knows nothing about, nor has it ever heard of, any faction possessing a Nine Refinements cultivation method! If it weren't for the fact that multiple factions have obtained documents recording the realms, they might think that the Nine Refinements of Mortal Realm is a fabrication!

Therefore, the stronger one's foundation in mortal cultivation, the greater the gap will be later on.

There is also a song that says, "The body and blood are refined nine times to ascend to the immortal stone; the difference between one refinement and life or death"; this is what it means.

Jia He's relaxed expression vanished; the step with the unusual noise would require some effort.

He put down the person who was within his grasp, and his blood energy instantly enveloped his body. Golden energy slowly spread from his nose and ears. He drew out the first-tier Yuan weapon Xuanjin Blade with his right hand, allowing the golden energy to spread over it.

At the same time, the protective array of Xiangyu Garden was activated, and the green and yellow primordial energy appeared in the pavilion and then disappeared into the surrounding iron and wood walls.

Suddenly, Jia He sniffed lightly, his expression turning somewhat frivolous, and he chuckled, "Burning incense?"

A Taoist priest wearing a Five Sacred Mountains crown and an apricot-colored robe, with his eyes and ears shrouded in a murky blue-green aura, emerged from the third-floor wing, carrying a slender sword, and floated down through the air.

Jia He took a closer look and immediately grinned, "Is this really the heretical Taoist priest from the Fragrance Scent Cult? I could take on three of you at the same level, yet you dare to show your face?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his internal energy surged and jingled, the sound of metal striking metal ringing out incessantly. With a push of his legs, he leaped into the air, his long sword spreading with golden energy, aiming straight for the Taoist's neck.

"The sound of metal striking metal?"

Upon hearing the sound of metal striking metal, the Taoist's expression changed drastically. Without thinking, he swung his sword to block the Xuanjin Blade, but a powerful force struck him, causing him to plummet uncontrollably, crashing through the iron wooden floor of the second floor and landing in the first-floor hall.

Jia Rong, Jia Baoyu, and the others on the outside were stunned by the sight. How could the early stage of the first level of the Incense Path, which was comparable to the first level of martial arts internal energy cultivation, be so weak?

Jia Rong stammered to Niu Chengxian's side and asked in a low voice, "Why are you all so much stronger than the demonic cultivator even though you're at the same level? Why is there such a big difference between Raindrop and Golden Strike?"

Niu Chengxian glanced at Jia Tang, and only replied when he saw that Jia Tang did not react: "Primordial energy contains all things, and secret methods contain countless layers. The secret method of the Fragrance Sect, the 'Respect for Ancestors and Formless Twin True Scripture,' is derived from the idea of ​​the mutual generation of the five elements. For example, this demonic qi is blue with a hint of green, belonging to water that generates wood."

"Because demons only temper their internal organs corresponding to their elemental affinity, the water-generated wood is not without roots or source. After all, they cannot cultivate at all times. The number of times they refine into mortals is low, their martial body is weak, and their total martial blood is insufficient. Their internal organs will be depleted, their martial body will be overdrawn, and their martial blood will be generated."

"Although the Fragrance Sect has rapidly advanced its martial arts realm and gained prominence by relying on this secret method of harvesting faith power, its qi and blood are weak and its combat strength is low, which is just a vicious cycle."

Hou Zunqi shook his head and continued, "The Civil and Martial Paths are divided into three stages after each level, while the Mortal Refinement Realm is divided into three grades: Bronze, Iron, and Gold. This is because the Mortal Refinement Realm is a foundation-building process. Regardless of the quality of the method, as long as there are enough resources, one can break through to the next level."

"However, the amount of methods and resources available leads to different martial bodies and thus different strengths. The first realm, refining the skin of gold, is equivalent to the strength of one cauldron; the second realm, refining the muscles of gold, is equivalent to the strength of two cauldrons; the third realm, refining the tendons of gold, is equivalent to the strength of four cauldrons; and the fourth realm, forging the bones of gold, is equivalent to the strength of one oxen to lift ten cauldrons. In fact, the difference in combat power at this level is not that great. Note that I am referring to the gold level."

"After entering the Nine Refinements of the Body and Blood, each refinement adds the strength of an ox, and the completion of the Nine Refinements totals the strength of a tiger, allowing one to wield a force of 100,000 jin. After that, the internal organs are tempered, and the completion of the Nine Refinements results in a million divine strength."

"The 'Gengjin Breaking Evil and Suppressing Demon Secret Manual' cultivated by the Golden Tiger Guards of your Ningguo Prefecture is practiced by the family generals, who focus on breaking evil and killing, while the Tiger Guards focus on suppressing demons and guarding. Both methods can be refined to a high level, allowing one to condense a golden body and refine golden blood, but it depends on the individual's talent."

"Afterwards, I will use my unique secret method to further refine my internal organs. I can teach those weak and feeble people with inferior methods to use the Fragrance Teaching. Even if it were a piece of trash like you, you could at least take on two of them."

Jia Rong thought for a moment and then asked, "Then why isn't Second Uncle's jade skin and jade bones inside?"

"Your second uncle possesses a naturally gifted golden-jade martial physique, an extraordinary talent beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. Alright, it's time to settle the score."

All that could be seen was the surge of blood and qi at Jia He's Yongquan acupoint on the sole of his foot. In an instant, he descended from mid-air, his long sword held horizontally in front of him. He then pushed forward, and the Taoist barely managed to get up. He hurriedly circulated his qi and blood to strengthen his strength and raised his sword to defend.

After being blocked, Jia He suddenly kicked his opponent in the waist with his right leg. Taking advantage of the opponent's sway, he kicked back with his left leg, bent his right arm and raised his elbow, holding the Xuanjin Blade horizontally on his left shoulder. He then slammed his elbow into the opponent's chest, followed by a round downward chop with his right arm. The long blade, covered in golden energy, broke through the Taoist's protective blood energy, entering through the right shoulder and exiting through the left waist. A slanted blade cut appeared on the Taoist's body, almost splitting him in two.

The Taoist priest let out a miserable cry, ignoring the pain, and used all his muscles to tighten the wound to reduce the bleeding. He aimed his sleeve at the left-hand window and flung out a small, cracked cone.

The awl was dark and dull, with a faint glint of light throughout. After shooting out a grayish ray of light, it shattered and fell to the ground.

The gray light went straight into the window, and in the next instant, the green and yellow energies dissipated from it, turning into specks of light and disappearing.

Seeing this, the Taoist hurriedly leaped forward, smashed the window, and ran out for his life, his heart filled with anger mixed with fear: "Damn it, who in the underworld doesn't set up a battle formation when fighting? A first-level Golden Body and Golden Blood cultivator, fighting with just his blood energy covering his palms, damn it, I've fallen for his trick."

"What a pity for my broken formation Yuan soldiers."