My cultivation method shines upon all heavens.

"The effect of the Thousand-Eyed Bone... is still too strong."

His brows furrowed, his heart filled with helplessness:

"I have tried my best to control the dosage and adjusted the amount of Jade Dragon Ginseng, but the medicinal power is still so strong."

After a short while, his brows gradually relaxed.

Under this intense shock of extremes, the three great skills and two great talents within his body spontaneously began to operate.

The sounds of toads croaking, tigers roaring, bears howling, dragons howling, and cows mooing echoed one after another within his body.

The bone marrow fluid surged and churned amidst the tremors, and the cracks in the bones were slowly healing at a visible rate.

"good……"

A glint of light appeared in his eyes. "Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva, you are truly a kind person. Let's wipe the slate clean of our grievances."

He was overjoyed to feel his injuries healing rapidly.

I originally thought recovery was a long way off, but at this rate, I'm afraid I'll be back to my peak condition in just one month.

Just then, a series of footsteps approached from afar.

Fan Wu, with a cigarette dangling from his lips and a bitter expression on his face, lifted the curtain and walked in.

The embers in the pipe flickered, and wisps of white smoke escaped from the corners of his mouth.

He plopped down on the wooden stool next to Lu Ming, the chair leg making a soft thud as it hit the ground.

"Lu Ming, are you alright?"

Lu Ming smiled slightly and stretched his still slightly stiff arms:

"Fifth Uncle, do I look like something's wrong? But you, they didn't do anything to you, did they?"

Fan Wu looked him up and down and saw that although his face was still a little pale, it had regained a rosy hue, so he knew that he had worried too much.

He exhaled a long smoke ring and said with a wry smile:

"Me? Deserting in the face of battle? Do you think I'll be alright?"

He paused, a hint of relief in his voice, as if he had just escaped death:

"But thankfully you were there. They probably spared my life because of my relationship with you."

"It seems like there's absolutely no chance of me being promoted to squad leader in the future."

Despite saying that, there was no trace of regret in his tone; instead, there was a hint of relief.

Lu Ming knew his lazy nature, so he just smiled and didn't reply.

Fan Wu took two more puffs of his cigarette, his expression gradually becoming serious:

"However, now that the Guardian Commander is dead, the position of Centurion in the Tiger Patrol Battalion is vacant, and the Tiger Guard is likely to undergo major changes. You'd better try to secure the position of Centurion."

He turned his head, his gaze fixed intently on Lu Ming:

"In the past, you certainly wouldn't have been qualified. But these are extraordinary times, and extraordinary measures will inevitably be taken."

"Once you have the rank of centurion, you will have the opportunity to use it as a springboard to enter the Yinshan Guard in the prefectural city and gain access to a wider world."

Lu Ming raised an eyebrow, then suddenly smiled:

"These things can't be rushed or forced. If something really good were to happen, how could it possibly fall into our laps?"

He looked up at the outside and said meaningfully, "We'll just wait."

Fan Wu's expression froze for a moment, then he let out a bitter laugh.

Yes, easy battles and easy credits, how could they possibly get a chance?

Whatever falls into their laps means they have to risk their lives.

Even this qualification to risk one's life depends on whether the higher-ups decide whether to grant this "grace".

He took two hard puffs from his pipe, and in the hazy smoke, the nascent passion vanished instantly.

He sighed deeply and said weakly, "Indeed, it's better to just lie there and eke out a living."

After chatting for a while, he got up to take his leave.

Before leaving, Lu Ming noticed that his face was still pale, so he handed him a bottle of Crimson Scale Wine and told him to take good care of himself.

Fan Wu didn't refuse, took it and tucked it into his waistband, then swayed as he went out the door.

After seeing Fan Wu off, Lu Ming turned and went back into the house.

The moment his foot stepped over the threshold, all the muscles in his body tensed up suddenly.

"Who?"

He suddenly turned to the window and shouted.

"Huh—"

A soft laugh, tinged with surprise, came from outside the window:

"How could someone at the Bone Forging Realm be able to sense my presence?"

A figure slowly emerged from the shadows by the window, fanning himself with a feather fan. His moon-white robes stood out conspicuously in the dim light.

Then, the other person flashed and silently sat on the bed in the room, looking at him with a smile.

"Young Master Lian?"

Lu Ming narrowed his eyes, looking at Lian Feng who had come uninvited in front of him, his mind racing.

What is the purpose of this visit by the prodigy of the Heavenly Mystery Sect?

Were you just passing by? Or did you come specifically for me?

"No need to think about it, I came here specifically for you."

Lian Feng looked at him with a smile, slowly waving her feather fan in front of her chest:

"Although I don't know how you killed Chimu, I've never been one to pry into things. I've come here simply to make friends with you."

In fact, he was not initially sure who had killed the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva.

But after secretly investigating over the past three days, he discovered that of the five hundred people who died that day, only Lu Ming returned alive.

The rest of the pieces he had placed, including the acting commander Shi Lei, all perished.

He knew then that the one who killed Qianmu must be this young man in front of him.

As for whether it's luck?

If one could kill this top-tier demon by sheer luck, why would the great teacher, the most virtuous man of our time, need to painstakingly seal it away for sixty years?

Facing Lian Feng's burning gaze, Lu Ming leaned against the medicine shelf beside him, crossed his arms, and spoke in a neutral tone:

"What Thousand Eyes? Young Master Lian, I have no idea what you're talking about. Also, what brings you here?"

Upon hearing this, Lian Feng's smile deepened.

He wasn't in a hurry; he simply shifted to a more comfortable sitting position.

"Don't admit it? That's fine. But don't you want to resolve your own problems?"

He paused, his gaze becoming deep and unfathomable:

"Martial arts have always emphasized sticking to one path to the end. Those of you who piece things together from scratch... the final result will invariably be your bodies exploding and you dying."

He made a startling statement.

He then smiled and looked at Lu Ming, quietly waiting for the other party to turn pale with shock and then ask him for help.

That will be the time for him to bestow favors and establish trust.

However, Lu Ming merely narrowed his eyes slightly and then showed no further reaction.

"Huh—"

Lian Feng's smile froze slightly, and he muttered to himself, "This reaction is not right."

But he reacted quickly, and after a moment's thought, he guessed the reason, and couldn't help but purse his lips:

"Judging from your expression, you already knew? I guess... the powerful figures in the county obviously wouldn't tell you;"

"Given Liu Zhiyuan's personality, you'd be lucky to get this information from him; it would be extremely difficult, and even then, it's impossible..."

He raised his head, his gaze fixed on Lu Ming: "It was Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva who told you... right?"

Lu Ming lowered his eyes slightly, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke:

"I only gleaned some information by chance from ancient texts. For more details, please enlighten me, young hero Lian."

He glossed over the matter.

But this was the first time he had encountered someone willing to take the initiative to speak up and clarify that different paths in martial arts lead to different ends.

Based on this alone, he felt that there was a possibility of cooperation between the people in front of him.

Lian Feng was overjoyed.

He had come for this very purpose, so he naturally wouldn't refuse. He immediately began to speak eloquently, waving his feather fan:

"In that case, I will explain it to you."

"The seven realms of martial arts are collectively known as 'Transformation from Mortal State.' Shedding the mortal body, one builds a precious raft."

"Only those martial arts that have mastered the seven realms of martial arts have the opportunity to build a low-grade treasure raft, which we call the 'spiritual body'."

"The chance of building a spiritual body with a low-grade spiritual scripture is less than 30%, with a mid-grade scripture it's 50%, and with a high-grade it's 70%."

"Although it's not high, the treasure raft has finally been completed, and there is a slight possibility of transcending the mortal realm."

Lu Ming listened attentively, absorbing the knowledge with great eagerness.

Seeing this, Lian Feng's smile widened, and he continued:

"Above the Spiritual Scripture lies the Earthly Scripture. Earthly Scripture-level martial arts already have the potential to awaken talent."

"talent?"

Lu Ming suddenly looked up.

Although he had awakened two supreme talents, he still had only a superficial understanding of the concept of "talent".

With a teacher readily available, he naturally wouldn't let the opportunity slip by.

Lian Feng glanced at him and nodded:

"Talent is the cultivation method discovered by the ancient sages through observing the forms of demons and sensing the way of heaven and earth."

"By tempering the skin, tendons, flesh, bones, marrow, blood, and filth to their limits, one has the chance to develop talent. Some also call it the 'Treasure Raft Characteristic'."

His tone became more solemn: "Talent is the beginning of humanity seizing the creation of heaven and earth and defying fate."

"It was the birth of talent that led to the creation of the treasure raft, which in turn catalyzed the brilliant path of human cultivation."

A slight smile played on his lips, and starlight suddenly emanated from his body.

A layer of dreamlike blue gauze emerged from her body, like the night sky being shattered and draped over her.

"Just like my Starlight Armor, it is a superior talent condensed from the skin tempering realm at its limit."

"It not only possesses defensive capabilities, but it can also assist the disciples of my Heavenly Mystery Sect in their divination and cultivation. It is quite renowned even within the Great Zhao territory."

In fact, he had already tried his best to be modest.

Although the Starlight Robe's characteristics and its compatibility with the Heavenly Mystery Sect's techniques were only rated as superior, it was widely recognized as comparable to the supreme crown-rank talent, and it was renowned throughout the Great Zhao Dynasty.

Every disciple who can cultivate the Starlight Treasure Robe is a prodigy of the Heavenly Mystery Sect.

Lu Ming was quite surprised to see the starlight-like veil flowing around the other person.

Aside from the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva, this was the first time he had personally witnessed someone else's talent.

Lian Feng tilted his head slightly, a hint of smugness in his eyes:

"A low-grade Earth Book has the potential to awaken a mid-grade talent within the Seven Realms, and to coordinate several low-grade talents to condense a low-grade treasure raft, which we call a 'treasure body'."

"A mid-grade Earth Book has the potential to awaken a high-grade talent, and to coordinate lower-grade talents to condense a mid-grade treasure raft, the 'Dharmakaya'."

"With a superior-grade Earth Book, one has the chance to awaken unparalleled talent and condense a superior-grade treasure raft, the 'True Body'."

Upon hearing this, Lu Ming frowned slightly.

He recalled his own experience of cultivating unparalleled talent from a low-grade earth-based book and couldn't help but ask:

"Is it possible for a low-grade Earth Book to condense a high-grade talent, or even... a supreme talent?"

Lian Feng was taken aback upon hearing this, then burst into laughter.

But as he laughed, his expression froze, and finally he slowly nodded:

"There really is. Among the ancient sages, there was a natural Dao seed who pushed the martial arts of a single realm to its limit, thereby advancing to a low-grade Earth Book and awakening unparalleled talent."

Lu Ming's heart stirred.

Is the limit of martial arts in a single realm limited to low-grade earth-level books?

He couldn't help but think of Xu Lingxian from the Supreme Great World, and the "Green Ox Transformation" that the other party had deduced.

"However, if a single realm is too amazing, it will be difficult for it to integrate with other realms."

Lian Feng abruptly changed the subject, his expression becoming complex:

"In fact, some sages have even deduced the 'Seven Supreme Paths' in an attempt to solve this problem."

"However, supreme talent is also known as crown talent, representing the pinnacle of a realm. How could it possibly coexist equally with other crown talents?"

"In the end, countless geniuses were buried, and none of those who tried to use the Seven Supreme Paths to glimpse beyond the mortal realm met a good end."

Lu Ming's face was grim; he had truly died before even getting started.

Did he not previously have the idea of ​​building a raft with the Seven Supreme Paths?

Now, however, he has been doused with a bucket of cold water, leaving him feeling utterly disheartened.

How could he accomplish what countless sages of the human race could not?