Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 226 - 81: True Energy Realm (6)

Upon first entering the Martial Master Realm, one will experience a surge in power, a period of rapid increase that slows down after reaching a certain point.

Once the foundation is stabilized, one can further attempt to break through to higher realms.

True Qi is formless and intangible, circulating within the body, refining the flesh it passes through, and strengthening Divine Thought, praised for its boundless utility.

Both are the product of the combination of Essence, Qi, and Spirit. The reason why what a Martial Artist cultivates is called True Qi and what a Mage cultivates is called Mana is due to their different focuses.

True Qi leans more towards refining the body.

Mana leans more towards strengthening Divine Thought.

"Heh..."

An incantation softly spoke, Fang Zheng silently operated Elemental Thunder Skill.

True Qi circulates naturally once born, but without attributes. Once Elemental Thunder Skill is operated, however...

The True Qi within the body transforms into a plasma-like substance.

As Fang Zheng moves his fists and feet, a Supreme Yang Power accompanies, erupting unmatched Giant Power with every gesture.

Even without comprehending Martial Dao Will, this Power of Thunder still poses a devastating threat to Underworld Soul Ghosts.

When striking with the saber,

faint electric sparks appear.

If striking with full force, the wood's severed surface appears blackened, as if struck by lightning.

"Just advanced, strength increased by about thirty percent compared to Three Blood Perfection, speed by twenty percent, primarily with clearer mastery over Power."

Fang Zheng paused his actions, contemplating:

"If True Qi is infused, the explosive power is even stronger!"

"I'm now just entering the Martial Master Realm, with much room for improvement. Once stabilized, I will certainly become even more formidable."

"Hmm..."

"Elemental Thunder Skill is excellent for refining the body. Purely in terms of strength, I'm not much worse than a Minor Cycle Martial Artist."

"Unfortunately, the True Qi is too sparse, lacking appropriate Martial Arts Techniques, falling short compared to other Martial Artists in this aspect."

"And then there's..."

"Magic!"

Eyes narrowed, Fang Zheng reached for a Spirit Talisman, softly chanting:

"...Encounter the curse and perish; Six Spirits, protect by my side, slay the evil and dispel demons, form with Spiritual Light."

"By the order of The Three Pristine Ones!"

Protective Mantra of the Six Spirits!

This spell belongs to the superior spells of Pure Yang Palace, only performed by High Tier Warlocks, whose cultivation base shows its grandeur.

Even Mages,

often use this talisman against evil.

Previously,

he could barely cast it with the help of a Magic Altar.

But now,

without the power of the Magic Altar beneath him, he could easily activate it, seeming scarcely weaker than when in Zhang Mingrui's hands.

"Good!"

Fang Zheng's eyes brightened, taking out another Spirit Talisman.

This time, he merely squinted his eyes and vigorously twisted a single hand.

"Puff!"

The Spirit Talisman ignited without fire.

Fire-Igniting Talisman!

A Low Tier Spirit Talisman, with power barely exceeding a lighter, yet the fact it needs no incantation to activate speaks volumes.

"Hmm..."

Fang Zheng pondered:

"If things don't go well in the future, I could use this trick to impress, a single hand igniting a talisman, truly a Daoist oneself!"

"Zhang Mingrui wasn't wrong, True Qi can act as Mana, though it consumes excessively, its power not much surpassing that of a High Tier Warlock, but it does ease reliance on Magic Altar and reduce spell recitation time, not worth the loss."

"Next..."

"Time to go out and see!"

Leaping out of the secret chamber.

Unknowingly, rain intensified, thunder booming across the sky, lightning flashing, all earthly matters awed under this boundless majesty.

Fang Zheng looked up.

Elemental Thunder Skill silently circulating within.

"Boom!"

Thunder roared.

Simultaneously, the speed of Elemental Thunder Skill within him surged, almost doubling compared to when there was no thunder.

"Indeed!"

"The Power of Thunder aids Elemental Thunder Skill cultivation."

"Rumor has it, the location of Ancient Thunder Department, named Celestial Thunder Mountain, thunders year-round, likely also for cultivation convenience."

Fang Zheng silently calculated:

"However, thunder is ultimately untouchable. If one could come into contact with the Power of Thunder, cultivation speed would undoubtedly be faster."

"Using a generator to assist in cultivating, adjusted to a suitable voltage, is twice as fast compared to under thunder."

"In a short time, I could cultivate a single power of lightning."

"Hmm?"

Brows raised, he glanced outside the courtyard:

"Someone here?"

He darted out of the courtyard, eyes piercing the night, narrowed upon seeing the figure:

"Shen Ji!"

Recall,

when refugees rioted in the city, it was Shen Ji who rallied the neighbors to protect safety with the patrol of many guards.

Yet,

this person's heart was untrue, secretly colluding with Beggar Gang, plotting to seize others' fortunes.

"Wasn't he missing?"

Fang Zheng rubbed his chin:

"Why are you here?"

Seeing Shen Ji tidying his cloak and walking into the shadows, Fang Zheng pondered and then disappeared without a trace.

Shen Ji, cautiously weaving through the streets, finally reached an inconspicuous courtyard.

Pushed the door to enter.

"Who's there?"

Yin Fang's voice sounded.

"It's me." Shen Ji bowed, coming to the inner courtyard door, responding quietly:

"Altar Master, I went to Fang Mansion. The place where Fang Zheng lived was occupied by a group of officers and soldiers. He now resides in the back courtyard with his family."

"Fang Zheng..." Yin Fang began:

"Has he just entered Three Blood?"

"Yes." Shen Ji nodded, pondering, then added:

"That's the word, though there are many rumors about him, true and false, beyond Shen's understanding, so he might be hiding his strength."

"Interesting."

Yin Fang pushed open the door, eyes gleaming:

"In my view, he certainly isn't merely entering Three Blood."

"Oh?" Shen Ji looked up:

"Why?"

"If he just entered Three Blood, how could he have killed Jiao Gu and the others; if he just entered Three Blood, how dare he follow you here?" Yin Fang shifted his gaze, peering into the darkness:

"Don't you agree, Young Master Fang?"

"Clap!"

"Clap, clap!"

Fang Zheng lightly applauded, stepping out from the darkness:

"Elder Yin, your insight is impressive."

"Fang Zheng!" Shen Ji's eyes widened:

"You..."

"Puff!"

Before he could finish, a lightning-like saber flash suddenly appeared, his form momentarily frozen, a crack quietly emerging in the center of his forehead, slowly extending to both sides, splitting him like a fine line through flesh.

Two halves of his corpse fell, one left, one right.

"Good!"

Yin Fang's eyebrows rose slightly, clapping lightly:

"Excellent Saber Technique!"

"Not only are you not merely at Three Blood's threshold, you're not even a Three Blood Martial Artist, but have already become a Martial Artist with True Qi. This time, I've truly misjudged."

"Well said." Fang Zheng sheathed his saber, expression indifferent.

"What a pity!"

Yin Fang's face darkened:

"Had you chosen to hide your cultivation or struck unexpectedly, you might have caught me off guard. Now you seek your own doom."

"If I guessed correctly, you just recently achieved True Qi, didn't you?"

"Indeed!" Fang Zheng nodded:

"As I said, Elder Yin's insight is remarkable, and truly it is."

"Such audacity!"

Yin Fang's eyes widened, shouting angrily:

"You've just entered the Martial Master Realm, and you dare to storm in, thinking your cultivation matches today's weather to belittle me?"

"Courting death!"

Before his words finished, his figure suddenly darted forward.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out.

Fang Zheng held guns in both hands, firing simultaneously.

"Bang!"

"Bang, bang!"

"Bang!"

A magazine of bullets frenetically discharged, pouring towards Yin Fang within ten feet. Even a Martial Artist couldn't evade all from the front.

His figure involuntarily stiffened.

"Swoosh!"

Fang Zheng cast aside the guns and charged forward with his saber.

One saber strike, a thunderous chop.

A head rolled to the ground.

"Heh..." Fang Zheng sneered:

"A Martial Artist, nothing extraordinary indeed."