Chapter 337: Chapter 222: Who Is the Overseas Fierce Dragon, Fourteen Seats _3

Bai Qi unceremoniously asked for two cups, their taste rather sweet and soft.

He drank only half a cup, seeing Bai Ming relishing it, he let Ah Di have it.

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Returning to his resting quarters, after bathing and changing clothes, it was almost 1:00 AM.

The maid had already lit a censer of incense earlier, with the smoke curling up, making one feel intoxicated and relaxed.

The room also provided hot tea to quench thirst and snacks to fill the belly, even the bedding was made of the light and warm Fire Silkworm Silk.

"This is the essence of a wealthy family."

Bai Qi marveled once again at the luxurious lifestyle of these rich men, evident in the details of their clothing, food, housing, and transportation, rather than mere grand displays.

He took off his outer robe, exhaled deeply, sat on the bed, and began to close his eyes to rejuvenate.

Under the pressure from over a hundred practitioners on the main street, the "River Dragon Subdues the Yellow Springs Sutra" became even more refined, with the vast mind-sea raising the Sumeru Spirit Mountain, able to suppress endless distractions.

At the center of his brows, lively and bright thoughts gathered into a cluster, like a curled-up embryo, gradually becoming real from the void.

Every time he circulated his Qi Blood, the rich essence that surged from his body rose like tidal waves, all rushing towards his forehead.

Repeating this process a hundred times, that cluster of "embryo" faintly grew a bit larger.

"The growth is promising."

Bai Qi felt quite satisfied, people say it takes ten months for an embryo to develop, but with the speed at which his thought was forming, it likely had been nearly two months.

With a bit more careful nurturing, he should be able to outline eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and limbs.

Afterward, when observing inwardly, it wouldn’t just appear as a crude stick figure.

"Could it be that I am a one-in-ten-thousand Daoist prodigy? Otherwise, why is my path in Daoism far smoother than martial arts?"

Bai Qi pondered, then quickly collected his thoughts, suppressing them in the vast mind-sea’s Sumeru Spirit Mountain.

He took a deep breath, rubbed the dragon-shaped jade pendant on his right hand, using the Human Soul Pearl to aid his training, inhaling and exhaling while circulating his Qi Blood.

The ink seal slightly flickered, and the originally reflected Five Grand Captures techniques, refined under Master’s guidance, were completely new.

They transformed respectively into "Wrath of the Ming King," "Yin-Yang Hammer," "Rising Dragon Dao," and "Celestial Man Soar."

Currently, what Bai Qi could master was only the "Wrath of the Ming King," evolved from the Arhat Hand.

An angry-looking Great Arhat wielding a Vajra Pestle slowly took shape in his mind.

As long as he merged with it spiritually, he could emit a tangible solid golden light, enough to withstand lethal moves.

Simultaneously, his Qi Blood could increase by about thirty percent, making his punches and kicks more powerful.

"This is the wonder of a true-skill-level killer move, no wonder it requires the Third Skin Refining Barrier to comprehend true skills."

Bai Qi’s thoughts turned, about to subdue that Great Arhat holding the Vajra Pestle to capture a trace of divine intent.

Boom!

As a result, his body shook violently, as if struck by a giant hammer, causing a loud "crash" in his Qi Blood.

In an instant, as if a power of ten thousand tons suddenly pressed down on him, even with a physique strong enough for a tenfold blood change, it felt overwhelming.

"Indeed, no matter how hard the outer shell is, eventually, it’s just external, not internal."

Bai Qi halted his training posture, raising his hand to press against his slightly aching organs:

"Previously, using the Second-Training Body to activate the divine seed ’Nine Oxen and Two Tigers,’ or performing the Ten Dragons and Ten Elephants Prison-Suppression Skill, such violent impacts seemed to drain my strength, the root cause being the lack of refinement of the internal organs.

Uncle Dao once said, my body my spirit, my temple my dwelling.

If the temple is not large enough, it cannot house a true Buddha.

Only when the organs are complete, can they support true skills."

As this understanding emerged, the ink seal concealed in his mind flickered, revealing clear text.

[Skill: Wrath of the Ming King]

[Progress: 1/800]

[Effect: Body like Vajra, vanquishing external paths]

"I’ve done it again!"

Seeing the true skill-level killer move "Wrath of the Ming King" reflected, Bai Qi felt immensely satisfied.

With the addition of this skill, his foundational strength increased by about a half margin more.

Even if ambushed by a Four Cultivation Grandmaster, he could rely on the effect of "body like Vajra" to withstand it temporarily.

"There are still three killer moves remaining, very much worth anticipating."

Bai Qi skimmed over "Yin-Yang Hammer," "Rising Dragon Dao," and "Celestial Man Soar."

Each formed a secret glyph the size of a fighting pitch, each swirling on the ink seal.

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Once confirming there were no more instructions from the two young masters of the Bai family, Housekeeper Gui instructed the guards, maidservants, and other servants to do their duties well, promising severe punishment for anyone who neglected their responsibilities.

"These two are honored guests invited by the Seventh Young Master! You had better serve them as if they were your own fathers; as long as no faults can be found after, there will be heavy rewards!

But if anyone hears any gossip, treats them like country bumpkins from poor and remote places, showing disdainful attitudes... I, He Gui, will skin them!"

Unlike his respectful demeanor towards Bai Qi, Housekeeper Gui’s tone was now very severe, almost sinister.

He squinted his eyes into a line, scanning over each servant passing in and out of the rear courtyard, attending to daily life needs.

Frightened, everyone trembled, all bowed their heads, not daring to make a sound.

As an old hand in the Jianghu, Housekeeper Gui was well aware that many things often get spoiled by minor characters, and one cannot expect everyone to have brains.

Especially in this Jiuque Platform Villa, harboring many pretty maids bought from the brokerage.

Many young girls who excel in chess, calligraphy, painting, and music look down on others with pride, all their minds set on currying favor with the Seventh Young Master, not considering anyone else.

Therefore, Housekeeper Gui emphasized firmly to prevent them from offending Bai Qi and Bai Ming in any way.

Having climbed up from a lowly background, he knew acutely that after impoverished families achieve success, they care greatly about their past origins.

After thoroughly ensuring no oversights, Housekeeper Gui took a lantern and left Jiuque Platform, quietly driving back to the He Family.

The curfew in Yihai County City was lenient, especially when Thirteen Hongs had travel papers issued by a Daoist Temple, so they didn’t fear inspection.