Immortality Begins with Breathing Exercises-Chapter 433 - 172: Buddhist Golden Body (Part 3)

This may be related to the Nine Nether Sect and Ancient Demon joining forces from the south.

The pressure from external enemies left Great Wei unable to spare more energy to stop the Buddhist sect’s intrusion.

"When the sky falls, there are taller people to hold it up; it’s not my concern yet."

"I just need to focus on practicing martial arts and quietly increasing my strength."

Lin Zheyu said to himself.

He watched for a while, then stopped paying attention, sitting cross-legged to continue recovering.

The result of the battle was clear; that monk’s strength was terrifying, and the martial artist on the second arena had no chance of winning.

Sure enough.

Not long after, the bald man, seemingly having had enough fun, stepped forward with his right foot, instantly crossing over three meters to appear in front of Gong Shengbin.

"Oh no!"

Gong Shengbin exclaimed in his mind, his body’s Qi Blood forcefully erupting as he quickly retreated.

Boom—

Before he could retreat, the bald monk’s palm lightly tapped his chest, sending a horrifying force his way.

Cracking sounds echoed from Gong Shengbin’s chest, and he was knocked off the arena like a ragdoll.

"On the second arena, Puxuan wins." The referee announced.

Gong Shengbin fell off the arena, his expression extremely sour.

He was only a step away from earning the title of a hundred consecutive victories, but who would have thought a terrifyingly strong monk would suddenly appear?

"Amitabha."

"I, the humble monk Puxuan, am ready to accept challenges from all the talented martial artists of Wuling City again."

Puxuan put his palms together in a Buddhist gesture and smiled as he spoke.

"What the hell, lost just like that?"

"Where did this monk come from, being so strong!"

"Damn, this monk’s unfair, using a Buddhist skill and stopping Mr. Gong Shengbin just before he could win the reward!"

There was a commotion below the arena.

Puxuan maintained his smile, seeing no one coming to challenge him, he sat cross-legged on the arena and began meditating.

"Is this Puxuan practicing the Buddhist Golden Body?"

"Among the Bone Marrow Refining Realm, martial artists who can break the Buddhist Golden Body are rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns."

A man standing beside Mr. Yang under the sixth arena said indifferently.

He was an elder over two meters tall, with wrinkles on his face, about the same age as Mr. Yang.

However, his physique was extremely robust, muscles bulging, broad shoulders, and thick waist, like a humanoid beast. "The Buddhist sect came prepared this time."

"I’ve already notified those geniuses in the Bone Marrow Refining Realm to come, hoping to defeat Puxuan, otherwise it might bleed badly this time."

Mr. Yang said in a relaxed tone, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

At his age, he cared little for many things, and there were others to worry about this matter, not him.

"Let’s not talk about it."

"Old Yang, you weren’t honest this time, I clearly asked you to find a potential disciple for me, yet you made your move first?"

The robust man glared with his huge eyes, looking displeased.

The man’s name was Niu Qinghe, from the Bull Demon Sect.

He was the ’silly bull’ Mr. Yang previously mentioned.

Originally, Mr. Yang saw Lin Zheyu practicing the Tyrannical True Intent and planned to introduce him to Niu Qinghe, to join the Bull Demon Sect.

But as time went on, he became more amazed, feeling Lin Zheyu’s potential was astonishing, he decided to invite Lin Zheyu to the Infinite Sect instead.

"What’s dishonest about it?"

"I’m still helping you find one, isn’t Yao Tianyu not good enough, didn’t I introduce him to you?" Mr. Yang laughed.

"Hmph, can Yao Tianyu compare with Zhao Hao?"

"Moreover, Zhao Hao’s Tyrannical True Intent is clearly derived from the Wild Bull Fist, sharing the same origin with our Bull Demon Sect, more suitable for learning our sect’s techniques."

Niu Qinghe argued.

Although Yao Tianyu’s martial talent isn’t monstrous, he is considered a good genius.

It’s a pity he didn’t practice the Tyrannical True Intent.

The Tyrannical True Intent requires high mental composure, whether Yao Tianyu can succeed in practicing it is uncertain.

Even if he can’t, the Bull Demon Sect has other true skills for Yao Tianyu to practice.

Initially, when he saw Yao Tianyu, Niu Qinghe was quite satisfied.

But that satisfaction only lasted until this morning.

This afternoon, when he came to see old Yang, sensing the highly refined tyrannical fists on Lin Zheyu, Niu Qinghe’s eyes lit up with excitement.

But Mr. Yang poured cold water on him, informing Niu Qinghe that Zhao Hao had already been valued by the Infinite Sect and accepted as a true disciple.

"The Infinite Sect is a big house with numerous resources, a single Tyrannical True Intent skill, putting some effort, can still be acquired."

"Besides, Zhao Hao only encountered Wild Bull Fist earlier, how do you know he isn’t more compatible with other true intents than Tyrannical True Intent?"

Mr. Yang took a sip of wine, and said leisurely.

"Hmph, I don’t care."

"Either you bring Zhao Hao back to me, or find me another martial artist practicing Tyrannical True Intent." Niu Qinghe grunted.

Time passed slowly.

The sun set in the west, with a golden yellow light casting over the arena.

Lin Zheyu continued practicing Wild Bull Fist as usual.

After defeating Luo Dinglong, no one came to challenge, enjoying the leisure.

As long as he persists till tomorrow morning, he would achieve the title of a hundred unbeaten matches and receive the Great Power Vajra Fist technique.

Lin Zheyu was extremely curious about Buddhist skills.

He wondered if the cultivation methods of the Buddhist sect were of the same origin as Great Wei’s Martial Dao system.

Soon, the challenge time ended.

Lin Zheyu leapt down from the arena.

"Congratulations Mr. Zhao, just endure until tomorrow morning, and you’ll receive the reward." Lee Wensi came over first, smiling as she spoke.

She was genuinely happy for Lin Zheyu.

"Congratulations Mr. Zhao."

"Mr. Zhao, impressive!"

"Mr. Zhao..."

Lee Mengxi and others approached, congratulating him with smiles.

"It’s not that easy, not only are there martial artists who haven’t made a move yet, but that Puxuan on the second arena alone isn’t easy to deal with."

Lin Zheyu said with a smile.

He had observed a bit earlier and gained some understanding of Puxuan’s strength.

Firstly, his defense was extremely startling, facing Gong Shengbin’s attacks without dodging, relying on his robust physique to withstand unscathed.

Secondly, Puxuan’s power was terrifying; a light palm strike broke Gong Shengbin’s ribs, sending him flying off the arena.

Finally, what worried Lin Zheyu the most.

In Puxuan’s final move, he revealed a lightweight skill, moving very quickly, almost matching Lin Zheyu’s speed without utilizing the Qi and Blood Burst Skill or golden Qi Blood.

He was using Qi Blood that had transformed eleven times, along with a perfect lightweight skill, achieving such incredible speed.

Over the past three days, Lin Zheyu had managed another Qi Blood transformation, reaching the level of eleven transformations.

He was very curious about what skill Puxuan had practiced to achieve such speed.

At the same time, Lin Zheyu was also a bit worried, the speed Puxuan showed might not be his limit.

"I’m sure you can do it!"

"Mr. Zhao will definitely defeat that monk!"

Lee Mengqi said, genuinely pleased.

"Even I’m not sure, where does your confidence come from?" Lin Zheyu couldn’t help but chuckle.

"Tonight, I’m treating everyone to celebrate Mr. Zhao’s upcoming victory of a hundred unbeaten matches at the Great Power Vajra Fist!"

everyone goes to Fenyang Tower and doesn’t come out until they’re drunk, how about it?"

Xu Zifan approached jokingly and said.

"Indeed, drink ’till we’re satisfied!"

"Mr. Zhao is indeed awesome!"

"Congratulations Mr. Zhao..."

Xu Zifan and Xiong Yonghao also laughed and joined in the invitation.

"Excuse me for interrupting."

"Mr. Zhao, Mr. Yang requests your presence."

At this point, a man in Infinite Sect attire approached, speaking respectfully.

"Alright, please lead the way."

"You all go ahead, I’ll join you after meeting with Mr. Yang."

Lin Zheyu left with him, while the others headed to Fenyang Tower.

Upon seeing him off, Lee Mengxi couldn’t help but feel a bit emotional.

In just a few days, Zhao Hao’s image in his heart had undergone a dramatic transformation.

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