He pulled the bow string, the Earth Qi of the seventy-two peaks of Taishi Mountain seed like spirits under his control, transforming into arrows one by one. As he drew the bowstring, the sound was like a shout from a million common folk in unison:
"Shoot!"
The light of the arrow streaked across the sky like lightning, slicing through the clouds, revealing a clear sky stretching for a thousand miles.
The wolf hair in Xu Qing’s hand seed to be infused with life, suddenly bursting with dazzling green light. That light was like a sharp blade, slicing through the surrounding air, carrying a mysterious and powerful force.
Where the pen stroke landed, the peaks of Taishi Mountain seed to feel the summons of so mighty power and began to tremble violently. Massive rocks rolled down the mountains, dust soared, as if the entire world was trembling under this stroke.
The Blood Bodhi Tree also awoke like a giant beast, its thick roots madly breaking through the earth, swiftly entwining in mid-air to form a giant ten-zhang-sized sheet of paper.
The juice of the Blood Bodhi Tree gushed out, turning into a thick ink, slowly diffusing across the paper to reveal the three large characters "Serving Cattle".
The mont these three characters appeared, King Lin felt a montary blur, as if pulled by an invisible force into an entirely new world.
There, he clearly saw the silhouette of an old farr bent at the waist plowing the fields. Although the farr’s spine was hunched, there was a tenacious and unyielding strength about him, every movent fluid and natural. King Lin focused his gaze, greatly astonished, noticing that the posture of the hunched back unexpectedly aligned with the Fist Intent of the Bull Demon Strong Fist.
"Brother, the Martial Saint is also a ’Saint,’ the Fist Intent of the Bull Demon Strong Fist should be at a higher level." Xu Qing’s voice softly rang out, breaking the brief silence.
As he spoke, he wielded the brush, with the ink splashing. The words under his pen seed to gain life, transforming into tens of thousands of phantom oxen, galloping and roaring in mid-air.
"Brother may possess the might of a demon bull trampling the ground, but he should also have the compassion of a child leading an ox."
The Dusk Drum, stolen not long ago from the Snowfield Living Buddha, sounded, complenting Xu Qing’s words, resonating in King Lin’s ears like a great bell, each word like a key unlocking the long-sealed door in his heart.
The Bull Demon True Qi within King Lin suddenly erupted like a barrel of gunpowder ignited, fiercely boiling over.
On his spine, slowly erged a vivid tattoo of a farr raising a whip, lifelike as if it would co alive in the next second.
The tip of the whip slightly trembled, remarkably harmonizing with the remaining bowstring of the Heaven Shaking Bow.
The resonant sound grew louder, as if a grand symphony was playing, heralding the prelude to King Lin’s breakthrough.
The Blood Bodhi Tree, sensing the changes within King Lin, suddenly blossod and fruited.
Every fruit was like a mirror, reflecting different figures: there were tenants carrying hoes, with simple smiles on their faces; craftsn gripping hamrs, muscles taut; and little scholars holding scrolls, a thirst for knowledge in their eyes.
Seeing these fruits, King Lin suddenly had an epiphany.
His Bull Demon Boxing stance abruptly transford; when executing a punch, it was like an old farr bending to plant rice seedlings, the movents steady and powerful, imbued with respect for the land and love of life; as he finished, it was like a child leading an ox, seamlessly blending flexibility and wisdom.
The Dragon Qi of the Taishi Mountain earth veins seed summoned by him, spontaneously converging into strings.
When he used his Fist Intent to pluck these strings, they emitted the ancient lody of "Jirang Song".
"Rise with the sun, rest with the setting sun. Drink from wells, eat from fields. What power does the emperor have over !"
The lodious tune echoed through the mountains, as if narrating an ancient tale.
At this mont, the red-haired Yan Kong suddenly manifested from the tree trunk, a perpetually unruly smile on his face, holding a string of Bodhi Seeds. He gave them a hard throw, shouting loudly, "Catch!"
Nurous Bodhi Seeds drew beautiful arcs in the air, taking root upon landing. Each seed transford into a phantom of an ard commoner, their expressions resolute, as if fighting to protect sothing.
Looking at these phantoms, King Lin felt an inexplicable surge of emotion flooding his heart.
As he swung his fist, everywhere, farrs wielded hoes, their movents sturdy and forceful, transforming into "Mountain Splitting Style"; blacksmiths swung hamrs, mighty and imposing, forming "Shaking Mountain Skill"; playful children with nimble steps, subtly integrating "Spirit Rhinoceros Step."
At this mont, the Martial Saint barrier of the Bull Demon Strong Fist seed as fragile as paper, collapsing utterly.
True Qi gushed from every pore of King Lin’s body.
"It turns out being a Martial Saint isn’t about using fists to dominate the mountains and rivers..."
King Lin suddenly muttered to himself, a newfound clarity in his eyes.
"It’s about protection!"
With that, he slowly rose, a twelve-zhang Dharma Form manifesting behind him.
The left half was a blue-faced fanged Bull Demon, radiating trendous power, as if able to tear through any obstacle; the right half was a farr bending to plant rice seedlings, exuding a plain and simple atmosphere, yet full of endless resilience.
The Blood Bodhi Tree, as if responding to the Dharma Form, suddenly bore rice ears.
The Dusk Drum continued to sound, accompanied by the seeming chorus of ten thousand farrs chanting the "Jirang Song" in the mountains, the sound orderly and resounding, as if a hymn celebrating life.
The song startled countless fireflies into flight; they danced in the air, gathering into a brilliant light, illuminating the wolf hair that Xu Qing retracted with a smile.
The verdant branches of the Blood Bodhi Tree, without warning, suddenly moved of their own accord.
Each branch danced wildly like an agile snake in the air, producing a rustling sound, as if voicing so mysterious language.
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