Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree-Chapter 98 - 90 The Best Whetstone

As the young man brushed past, Ji Jingqiu composed himself and walked into the sparring room.

A shabby figure sat cross-legged in the middle of the training field.

His hair was fluffy and disheveled, his face bore an unkempt beard, apparently untrimmed for days, and his white martial arts uniform was stained. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and forehead were deep, making him look like a middle-aged man overwhelmed by life.

This scene was deeply moving.

Such a man, who looked no different from a vagrant, was actually a martial arts prodigy who had the potential to challenge the Arrogant Sun thirty-one years ago!

The only thing that deeply impressed Ji Jingqiu were Zhuang Butong's eyes, which, despite being in a desperate situation, remained as calm as still water.

"Do you need something?"

Zhuang Butong's voice was deep and slightly hoarse. When he spoke, each word seemed imbued with power, striking directly at the heart.

This unprecedented strange sensation was as if the Spirit Secret Skill was blended into his voice, with the Power of the Spirit spreading along with the sound.

Ji Jingqiu said, "Isn't this a sparring room? I came to find a sparring partner."

Zhuang Butong remained silent for a moment, then slowly stood up.

He was not particularly tall, but he was well-proportioned and muscular, nodding, "It's possible. But I must declare upfront, if you spar with me, you might face trouble afterwards."

"From whom?"

"Not sure."

Ji Jingqiu frowned; was this uncertainty because Zhuang Butong also didn't know who the potential enemy was, or because there were too many enemies to determine which one might seek him out?

His gaze swept over the corner of the training field.

The training field was quite dilapidated, with peeling paint on the walls, dust and trash in the corners barely worth mentioning, and the floor was even more disastrous with uneven pits, cracks, and numerous footprints indicating an inability to afford maintenance fees.

Training here without being familiar with the terrain could easily lead to missteps.

The air was also filled with a damp and moldy smell.

The only thing kept intact was the weapon rack in the corner.

"Let's use swords," Ji Jingqiu suddenly felt inspired.

Zhuang Butong walked to the corner, picked up two blades, and tossed one to Ji Jingqiu.

Ji Jingqiu caught it; the blade was similar in style to the Tang Heng Blade from his previous life, straight and firm, seemingly mixed with special materials, not very long but weighing over ten pounds, which felt substantial in his grip.

Still, Ji Jingqiu felt the blade was too short.

"You attack first, or should I?" Zhuang Butong was straightforward.

"You first," Ji Jingqiu pondered.

"Alright, here I come."

As the words fell, a 'clang' and a flash of cold light swept past.

A streak of bright blade light flashed before Ji Jingqiu's eyes, accompanied by the shrill sound of the blade.

When Zhuang Butong drew his blade from its sheath and grabbed the hilt, it seemed as though he became a different person, transforming as if reborn, his sharp intent locked firmly onto Ji Jingqiu.

In that moment, standing before Ji Jingqiu was not the unkempt, disheveled man, but a swordsman steeped in the art for many years.

Ji Jingqiu felt a solemnity in his heart; that instant made him sense a chilling illusion, as if his blood and qi were suppressed momentarily.

This was somewhat incomprehensible to him.

Merely the sight of the blade light and the sound of unsheathing were enough to give him a chilling illusion?

Zhuang Butong seemed to possess some sort of strange power, which Ji Jingqiu had never felt before, yet found oddly familiar.

In the next moment.

Zhuang Butong strode forward sharply, thrusting the blade directly.

A standard vertical slash.

Ji Jingqiu raised his blade to block; the opponent's strength was not great, but his power was very ingenious, nearly dislodging Ji Jingqiu's blade with the first strike.

A numbing sensation traveled from the blade to his palm.

Zhuang Butong did not continue the attack, but stepped back, sheathed his blade, and said plainly:

"You've come to the wrong place, I only spar here, I don't teach."

Ji Jingqiu, however, was exhilarated.

From the first strike, he had felt an immense pressure!

This was the opponent he had been seeking!

In the quiet thirty-one years, besides searching for the path to the Sixth Limit, the rest of the time was not wasted but was devoted to Martial Arts, reaching a very high level in Combat Skill.

This was what he lacked.

And actual combat, sparring, was the fastest way to improve!

He had found the perfect whetstone for himself!

Hearing Zhuang Butong's dismissal, Ji Jingqiu glanced around the training environment.

As a fellow martial artist, he could immediately discern the essence of the other, tentatively suggesting a price:

"Name a price. How about one hundred thousand?"

Zhuang Butong remained silent; Ji Jingqiu's keen gaze caught a momentary movement in the man's Adam's apple, confidently continuing:

"Add another hundred thousand. Others probably don't pay much for your sparring, right? Otherwise, your training ground wouldn't be in such a shabby state."

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Zhuang Butong was silent for a long time, then emphasized, "I remind you again, coming here will bring you trouble."

"Will there be martial artists from the Divine Travel Realm looking for trouble with me?"

"No, this is the Four Guardian Stars, the nurturing ground for Martial Arts Seeds, that kind of thing is not allowed."

"Then will there be martial artists who have already forged a Superior Cultivation Body looking for trouble with me?"

"Heh."

The laugh was simple.

Any martial artist who has formed a Superior Cultivation Body would be a core member wherever they are, and certainly wouldn't stoop to becoming a mere enforcer.

Ji Jingqiu raised his blade, slowly stating, "I have broken through All Five Limits as a Heavenly Person, and with my unique physique, I am comparable to those with Innate Martial Bone. As long as it's not someone who has forged a Superior Cultivation Body, they are just a whetstone to me. I've come to the Four Guardian Stars to encounter my peers and identify any shortcomings."