Volume Three: The Tenfold Daoist Intent Chapter 85: The Effect

This place is a paradise for martial artists. The group quickly left their original spot and found a safe location to rest and recuperate.

Wang Kun and his companions suffered various injuries, not too severe but not insignificant either. After distributing the Enlightenment Pills, everyone entered a state of seclusion, except for him, who remained outside.

This time, the pills he refined worked astonishingly well, their effect increased by twenty percent.

Wang Kun, Shao Bing, Yang Cong, Zhang Kuang, Leng Qianyou, and Wang Qian each received two pills, while he still had thirty Enlightenment Pills left in his hand.

Such a bounty was previously unimaginable.

Moreover, during this pill refinement, he gained insight into the fire aspect of the Five Elements.

Now, within the Five Elements, only the Dao of Earth, Metal, and Wood remained. He had already comprehended five types of Dao.

The air was thick with various kinds of Dao energy, and they opened their hearts, which helped Qin Yang to comprehend these Dao.

He was deeply moved; opening one's heart like this was extremely risky. Ordinary people would never dare, for the slightest misstep could result in failure to advance or comprehend anything.

All around were birdsong and blooming flowers, no trace of winter’s chill or vast frozen lands—only vibrant life.

He closed his eyes slightly, emptied his mind, and earnestly felt the presence of Dao, immersing himself in this world full of spirit and vitality.

It was as if he were in an ocean of Dao, with its presence everywhere.

Like reaching out gently, he could touch it all.

But he refrained, knowing these were others’ insights, not his own—he could only use them as reference.

There are three thousand paths.

Take the Dao of Water, for example: some comprehend its gentleness, others its fearlessness, and some its turbulence.

Practitioners differ, so their insights naturally vary.

These Dao energies could only be borrowed as inspiration, not as personal combat power.

Images echoed through his mind—he saw the origin of humanity, the great explosion of the world, each scene profoundly shaking his soul.

He realized these were but his master’s memories. If ever given the chance, he must visit that place himself.

All things have roots; with roots, one can trace origins. If he failed to find them, it was merely because fate had not yet smiled upon him.

Thunder struck deadwood, snapping it; years later, new buds emerged—deadwood revived in spring.

Fierce flames burned, boiling seas and roasting meat with extraordinary might.

Hurricane winds swept for miles, taking all with them, displaying terrifying power.

In times of chaos, slaughter was met with slaughter, but behind it all lay endless seas of blood; along the way, the sky was filled with white bones.

Waves surged, destroying everything, but water could still flow into fields, nourishing all things.

As time passed, he comprehended more and more, delighting him greatly, for he managed to elevate all five of his Dao insights to the second realm under these conditions.

Dao has nine realms, each one vastly separated from the next.

Now, he was confident he could instantly defeat a Heavenly King-level opponent. His mind surged, considering whether he should prepare an impressive trump card for his next battle, so he wouldn't end up so battered and dusty.

For a trump card, he must choose the most powerful martial technique.

He became interested in a particular technique, though it required a considerable number of weapons to use.

Yet the technique was formidable and came as a set. He instantly settled on this method, though he'd need Leng Qianyou and the others to assist with its execution.

Now, hiding here, he was nearly impossible to find. Unless some ancient monsters of the martial world acted, or formidable experts among the Profound Realm intervened, no ordinary person could pose a threat. He could dispatch as many as came.

By the tenth day, the Dao energy around them grew denser, and even the spiritual energy in the weather swept through several times, giving Qin Yang a great advantage as he absorbed it endlessly, compressing it into his skin and cells, filling his body with strength.

The first to emerge from seclusion surprised Qin Yang—it was Zhang Kuang.

His Dao energy was entirely concealed, making it impossible to gauge his depth, though his power was not hidden, likely due to just breaking through and not yet adapting.

He had entered the initial stage of the Profound Realm.

Seeing Zhang Kuang, Qin Yang drew a sharp breath. So this was the might of a great power—either they didn't break through, or if they did, they skipped the Entry Realm entirely and leapt straight to the Profound Realm.

Now, the Heavenly Martial Sect gained another top-notch expert.

Wang Kun and the others finished their cultivation, filled with joy, their strength now reaching the peak of the Entry Realm.

If they continued to study diligently, reaching the Profound Realm was not impossible. Yang Cong’s strength was slightly weaker, barely stepping into the Entry Realm's peak—after all, he was older. Wang Kun and Shao Bing still had a chance for higher levels, but Yang Cong had none.

Even so, Yang Cong was thoroughly content.

Previously, advancing in martial arts was nothing but a distant dream. Without Qin Yang, they would still be muddling along in the mid-levels of the martial world. Now, they had become experts overnight, and their strength was far from low—what more could they ask for?

Everyone looked at Leng Qianyou, noticing she had not yet awakened.

At that moment, Wang Qian awoke as well, his strength also stepping into the initial stage of the Profound Realm.

His face was beaming with joy.

A buzzing sound filled the air.

Beside Leng Qianyou, a fierce aura flared, so intense that everyone instinctively stepped back.

She had finally entered the Profound Realm.

But when they saw the Dao energy flickering around her, their eyes widened in disbelief.

Comparisons were odious—she had comprehended five types of Dao, which was terrifying.

Comprehending one type allows continued cultivation; two types mark a genius; three, a super genius; four, a prodigy bordering on the monstrous.

Now, encountering Leng Qianyou, who had mastered five types, how could they describe her?

A monster among monsters.

Everyone looked at Qin Yang, discovering his strength had not increased at all; his aura was hidden, impossible to read.

There was a hint of speechlessness on their faces. Zhang Kuang laughed and said, “Qin Yang, you didn’t take the Enlightenment Pills?”

He shook his head. “I gained much from refining pills this time, so I’m not in a hurry.”

Well, that was a first—someone not in a rush to comprehend Dao after such gains. Strange things happen every day, but this year was especially full of them.

Wang Qian looked at Leng Qianyou, excited by her five types of Dao, one of which was a major Dao. Even their sect leader had only comprehended four.

Truly, like father, like daughter.

Qin Yang smiled at them. “Alright, since everyone has advanced, I have something I need your help with.”

He took out a sketch, upon which was drawn a knife.

Everyone was puzzled, unsure what it meant.

He chuckled. “I need to cultivate a certain technique, which requires seven identical knives. Does anyone have recommendations?”

Wang Qian looked at Leng Qianyou, his face full of shock—seven identical knives? What kind of technique needed such?

Leng Qianyou stared at Qin Yang. “Our Demonic Sect has seven identical knives. Consider it a gift from me.”

“How about that?”

Wang Qian was instantly anxious upon hearing this—those were the sect leader’s treasures, and now they were being given away.

But since the young lady had spoken, he couldn’t object; besides, having gained benefits himself, he was even more inclined toward Qin Yang.

In his heart, he mused that if the sect leader knew the young lady’s situation, he would likely agree as well.