277: Chapter 138 Great Void Ritual Altar (3/3) 277: Chapter 138 Great Void Ritual Altar (3/3) Having spent so much ti together, An Jing and Ruohui, who were both young, had beco quite familiar with each other and could speak freely, even casually joking, “You know, Ruohui, I heard that offspring at the Imperial Court of Da Chen can’t even decide what they eat every day.
If they want sothing tasty, they have to cook it themselves.
Is that true?”
“You’ve definitely been reading too many of those folktales, ssing up your brain with them.”
Ruohui, used to the random rumors An Jing heard from who knows where, countered with his own opinion, “Cooking soup can be a thod to train one’s control over their Inner Breath, preparing porridge is also about timing and patience, and chopping ingredients tests mastery over tools and the quality of ingredients.
Each is the foundation of Martial Skills.”
“As for eating?
The Kitchen God in the Imperial Court is a true Pure Yang Heavenly Lord controlling the way of life and death.
Even my father must address him as teacher!”
“Which ans,” An Jing raised his eyebrow.
“you really don’t get to decide what you eat each day?”
Ruohui suddenly beca anxious and started muttering things like ‘The Heavenly Lord personally ensures our nutritional plan, we should be grateful,’ ‘Martial Arts are more important than food anyway,’ and ‘It’s possible to have an extra al anyway,’ lightening up the atmosphere of the hall with cheerfulness.
“Besides!”
In the end, Ruohui, sowhat resentfully, scoffed, “Cooking Spiritual Objects is usually okay, but those highly confidential thods can’t be shared and must be self-taught.”
“But all you can make is soup, right?” An Jing, having had a sip of the at pie soup Ruohui made, indeed found it delicious but sharp as a whip, pointed out the irregularity.
“And you only ever make at pie soup!
I have never seen you make anything else.”
Feeling exposed, Ruohui’s face turned beet red and he forcefully placed the soup spoon down, “Why don’t you try then!”
“I will then!”
An Jing unhesitatingly took over, skillfully using Thunder Spice Strength to pound the minced at, making a pot of cilantro beef atball soup.
At first, Ruohui was disdainful, but after tasting the soup, he was convinced.
“Darn it, why can you also cook?”
“Innate Wisdom has it.”
“How co your Innate Wisdom has everything?!”
“It even has lots of novels and…
even gas?
My previous life was quite blissful; I just died too early to enjoy it…
I really hope Embracing the Void could have that kind of life as well.”
“…Yes.”
In this period almost free from any disturbance, An Jing stabilized his Grasping Heavenly Mont state.
He was now always able to enter the Heavenly Timing state, accelerating his speed by about two to two and a half tis, and as long as the duration was within five monts, he only needed to catch his breath to be able to maintain it four or five tis.
But once surpassing five monts, the consumption would surge, peaking at nine monts (just over three and a half seconds).
If he didn’t end it by then, An Jing would be left weakened afterward.
An Jing’s limit duration was twelve monts (about four and a half seconds), and a bit more would cause an automatic interruption.
For battles, this was already significantly long, especially since Martial Artists’ combat offense and defense often have to be calculated in instants.
Twelve monts was enough for the current An Jing to deal with four or five back and forth with soone like Lu Jin from Strange Mandate.
But if possible, An Jing hoped the ti when he needed to push Grasping Heavenly to its limits would never co.
Even if he ended right after twelve monts, he remained weakened for three whole hours to recover, experiencing soul-sapping pain, unable to think at full speed.
This was because An Jing had a strong base; if it were an ordinary person, they would probably suffer from headaches for a whole month, unable to concentrate.
Next, An Jing planned to practice Lesser Yang Swordsmanship and ‘Great Self True Form Fist’.
The Lesser Yang Swordsmanship needs no further explanation, it is a prerequisite of the Pupil Fire.
True Self Fist could be developed into “As One Grip.” An Jing didn’t need this Divine Abnormality.
He just wanted to learn a Protective Gang Qi.
The Protective Gang Qi of the Great Self True Form Fist not only could be constructed using various types of Spirit Qi but could also be used to condense Qi Force illusions, possessing a certain long-range attack capability.
As for his ace up the sleeve, An Jing had it planned out.
Once he started making big money with inter-realm trade, he must buy a Great Void Magical Instrunt and then purchase the Armor-Piercing Thunder Pearls from Tianyuan Realm intended for fighting Demon Beasts.
When necessary, he would take out these Thunder Pearls all at once and activate them, throwing them with the speed enhanced by Grasping Heavenly Mont!
In an instant, thunder would fall like rain, and before the enemies could even wonder what had happened, they would be engulfed by the explosions!
“Of course, I also need to find a high-grade Sword Box, though according to Huo Qing, there is no such conveniently usable standard Magic Artifact above military-grade Sword Boxes.
I’ll have to get one custom-made.”
While planning in his mind, An Jing felt that he was about to enter another period of rapid developnt.
Next, he could even consider planning for the chips of Tianyuan Realm…
Recently, due to the Mingguang Dust, he also needed to focus on enhancing his strength.
He was unsure how Huo Qing was doing on Tianyuan’s side.
It was at this mont that Mingguang Dust returned with all the materials for the ritual altar and so good news.
“He Wuchang has been beaten by so badly, he’s already fled to Taiyuan,” he announced.
The returning Mingguang Dust still kept his eyes tightly shut, his grayish-white hair fluttering, embodying a steady and dependable image.
And his words proved his reliability: “For now, Heaven’s Will Cult of Western Mountain won’t be coming to Kanming City anyti soon, they are all contracting.”
“Master is so powerful!”
An Jing’s shout was full of genuine admiration, for being constantly eyed by a Divine Repository was uncomfortable by any ans, but he still had so doubts: “But Master…
your high profile actions, won’t the Divine Generals, the Manifesting True Lords of Heaven’s Will Cult carry out a strike?”
“Martial Arts entails conflict, combat, and challenges,”
Mingguang Dust was probably feeling good from the thrashing he gave, appearing refreshed and in high spirits: “I didn’t kill him, Heaven’s Will Cult probably has to thank for thrashing their Western Patrol Envoy, making him suffer a little, which in return, is supposed to enhance his fortune according to heaven’s will.”
“However,”
he cautioned An Jing, “This applies only to the Heaven’s Will Cult.
They are all madn.
We must be more careful regarding other sects…
Like, this Magic Prohibition in my possession can activate a Divine Skill of Chenyinzi, your grandmaster.”
“If it’s just a matchup for practice, everyone who loses will accept it, but if you plan on severely wounding or killing a cultivator from a Great Sect, better be prepared to face the Manifesting Divine Skills, plus a Manifesting being angrily crossing over the Great Void.”
And An Jing keenly detected an inconsistency in his statent: “What about Uncle Master Suran…”
“That’s why there are spies within the sect, and the enemies are of strange origins and possess strength far beyond the ordinary,”
said Mingguang Dust, slightly shaking his head: “Of course, the most important factor is that the Extre Northern Frost Plains are too far from the sect compared to places around Kanming City, where both the sect and Da Chen can quickly intervene.
Naturally, there would be no danger.”
“Ultimately, if soone is hell-bent on targeting, defense is pointless.
It’s better to act as you wish, letting those plotting against you grasp no opportunities.”
An Jing nodded slightly.
Although he, being destined by the Heavenly Mandate, indeed tended to attract trouble, Mingguang Dust’s Strange Mandate was not much easier to deal with either.
This could be observed from how frequently he intervened in affairs concerning him, the Heavenly Mandate, and You Ruhui, matters internal to the Imperial Court.
It was entirely a dance on the blade, relying entirely on being bold yet ticulous.
It was their master-disciple pair’s Destiny that mutually solved many problems for each other.
In short, after nearly a month of waiting, the Great Void Ritual Altar was finally about to be completed.
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