Chapter 1565: Chapter 38: First-grade Grandmaster, Black Flood Dragon King, Chen Canghai!

Now, Qi and Spirit are rapidly transforming into Essence, which causes his Qi Blood Power to surge dramatically.

Inside his body, it seems as if a tsunami is erupting, with continuous roaring sounds.

Then, he took a stance corresponding to the Vajra Immortal Body.

Instantly, his whole body glowed red, resembling a furnace, radiating astonishing heat.

[Vajra Immortal Body Experience Value +2]

[Vajra Immortal Body Experience Value +2]

[Vajra Immortal Body Experience Value +2]

[...]

A series of prompts swiftly appeared before him.

Unlike before, each prompt now came with doubled Experience Value based on the original, yet the frequency remained unchanged.

"Just as I suspected, efficiency has doubled!" Seeing the continuous series of prompts ahead, he felt exhilarated.

This only lasted for a brief moment.

He then stopped the motion.

Whew—

He exhaled a long breath of impure energy from his abdomen and looked at the panel.

[Skill]: Vajra Immortal Body (Five times limit-breaking 1013/60000) (Traits: Dragon Elephant Power (Deep Purple), Leakless Body (Deep Blue), Eighteen Golden Body (Light Purple), Golden Body (Light Gold))

Even though the time was short, under extreme efficiency, the accumulation of experience value successfully reached a thousand points.

"With the current efficiency calculations, it won’t take as long now. As quick as seven days, at most ten days, I can achieve a breakthrough in the Vajra Immortal Body!"

Thinking this, he felt thoroughly motivated.

With seven to ten days of dedication, he could elevate his strength to another level.

"If aided by external means, perhaps the efficiency could rise even higher!" he pondered, then looked towards the direction of the front courtyard gate.

He stopped the practice actions because Jing Wuming had arrived, and his aura seemed unstable.

...

Front courtyard gate.

Jing Wuming stepped forward, mounted the stairs, tidied his outfit, and raised his hand intending to knock on the door.

Bang—

Just as he raised his right hand.

The door trembled slightly and then slowly opened.

Through the newly opened crack, he saw Jiang Ning’s face, calm as water.

At this moment, Jiang Ning’s demeanor was as usual, his aura long and steady, showing no signs of a cursed force penetrating deep into his organs.

"Marquis!" Jing Wuming bowed in greeting.

"What happened?" Jiang Ning looked at Jing Wuming and asked.

At this moment, Jing Wuming’s shoulders were stained with blood, his complexion pale, lips purple, aura extremely weak.

In the dim dusk, Jing Wuming’s right cheek bore a new scar, deep enough to reveal bone, seemingly inflicted by some sinister martial arts, the edges displaying an unnatural blue-black color.

If he didn’t know Jing Wuming’s true strength, an ordinary person would hardly recognize this man as the once famed Drunken Yama, known as Carefree Marquis, Jing Wuming.

"Marquis!" Jing Wuming knelt on one knee, his voice hoarse: "I failed, the old monster from Chaosheng Pavilion, who disappeared for thirty years, wasn’t dead but is still alive."

"The old monster from Chaosheng Pavilion?" Jiang Ning expressed doubt.

Upon hearing, Jing Wuming detected Jiang Ning’s puzzled tone, and then said, "The Black Flood Dragon King."

"The Black Flood Dragon King?" Jiang Ning stood at the doorway, his gaze falling on the wound on Jing Wuming’s shoulder.

The wound’s edges showed a strange blue-black color, as if something alive was writhing under the skin.

"What a domineering poison skill!" he thought inwardly, then withdrew his gaze: "Indeed, the world is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, not so simple! I hadn’t heard of the Black Flood Dragon King before!"

Then, Jiang Ning turned and walked into the courtyard.

"Come inside and clarify!"

"Yes, Marquis!" Jing Wuming responded, then stood up and followed Jiang Ning inside.

Jiang Ning led Jing Wuming to sit at a stone stool in the courtyard, while he remained standing with his hands behind his back, taller than Jing Wuming by more than half a body.

In the hazy twilight, his figure appeared even more blurred.

"Tell me the origin of the Black Flood Dragon King!" Jiang Ning said.

Jing Wuming took a deep breath, suppressing the slight trembling of his flesh due to the invasive poison power, then spoke solemnly.

"The Black Flood Dragon King, originally named Chen Canghai. He emerged from Chaosheng Pavilion as the twenty-third generation direct disciple, becoming a renowned First Grade Unity Realm Grandmaster along the Southeast coast sixty years ago."

"His cultivation technique, Black Dragon Swallowing Whale Skill, is extremely domineering, capable of manipulating heaven and earth’s water vapor for personal use, striking like raging tides crashing against the shore, causing awe-inspiring impact, and included sinister poison skills."

"Thirty years ago, he duelled with the Red Flame King Xiao Lie on a secluded island in the East Sea, competing for clues of an Ancient Grotto Heaven."

Jing Wuming paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

"That battle lasted three days and nights, with the Red Flame King Xiao Lie narrowly winning by half a move."

"The world believed Chen Canghai perished in the East Sea, not appearing for thirty years."

"But yesterday I saw Black Flood Dragon King Chen Canghai and realized, after that battle, his Essence, Qi, and Spirit became severely unbalanced, his Mixed Element Domain collapsed, his cultivation forcibly fell from the Unity Realm to the Second Grade Great Grandmaster Realm."

"These years, he must have been hiding within the Chaosheng Pavilion, intending to return to First Grade."

"Unexpectedly, I led forces to eradicate Chaosheng Pavilion, forcing this recluse for thirty years to emerge."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning nodded, understanding the sequence of events.

Falling from the Unity Realm to the Second Grade Great Grandmaster, as they say, a dead camel is still larger than a horse.

It’s peculiar that Jing Wuming could win.

Losing was expected.

Moreover, that Black Flood Dragon King secluded for thirty years, even if his strength hasn’t returned to First Grade, his injuries should be healed long ago, his realm stabilized, unmatched by Second Grade Grandmasters.

"How was the exchange between you and him?" Jiang Ning asked.

Jing Wuming said: "Exchanged ten moves, got three ribs broken, then he tapped my shoulder, the poison invaded, and I had no power to resist!"

"If it weren’t for him fearing the Marquis, I might have died yesterday at Chaosheng Pavilion!"

Speaking of this matter, Jing Wuming felt palpitations.

Being caught in such a whirlpool, he realized his martial arts, once thought to dominate the world, repeatedly encountered setbacks within the territory.

Moreover, those who defeated him were not even of First Grade.

"Let me see the wound on your shoulder!" Jiang Ning said.

Hearing this, Jing Wuming tore open his collar to reveal the shoulder wound.

That blue-black color had spread to the collarbone and chest, beneath the skin, like tiny snakes of black energy moving, coagulating Qi-Blood, causing muscle necrosis wherever it passed.

Clearly, even the terrifying regenerative ability of a Second Grade Great Grandmaster couldn’t repair such an injury.

Jiang Ning placed his hand on Jing Wuming’s shoulder.

Immediately felt that the power seemed alive, rampaging within Jing Wuming’s body like a flood dragon.

If not for Jing Wuming’s Qi-Blood firmly suppressing it, the poison power would have spread, likely causing a heart attack.

"Marquis!" Jing Wuming hesitated to speak.

"Speak directly." Jiang Ning opened his mouth.

"The Black Flood Dragon King Chen Canghai let me leave, and wants me to tell the Marquis to meet him at Chaosheng Pavilion!" Jing Wuming said.

"Even if he didn’t say, I’d still meet this former Peak of First Grade Martial Arts." Jiang Ning said.

"What about the Marquis’s health?" Jing Wuming tentatively asked.

"No need to worry. With the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures and elixirs from Cross Immortal Gate, I’m much better than before, fighting a few more battles won’t be difficult!" Jiang Ning said.

"Congratulations, Marquis!" Jing Wuming immediately offered congratulations, displaying joy.

Jiang Ning cast him a sideways glance.

Not believing Jing Wuming’s sincere congratulations for him.

He did not think his imposing aura would make others spontaneously bow.

The current reason why Jing Wuming was subject to his command was because his life was being controlled by Jiang Ning.

Including those Martial Arts Strongmen from Cross Immortal Gate who surrendered were likewise.

Fearing his power, they chose to bow.

"You step back first, stabilize the injury, and tomorrow, consolidate the surrendered personnel from Cross Immortal Gate outside the city, then accompany me to Chaosheng Pavilion."

Upon hearing, Jing Wuming lowered his head.

"Yes, Marquis!"

Later, Jing Wuming bowed and retreated.

Jiang Ning retracted his gaze, focusing on one side of the courtyard.

Several wooden boxes neatly arranged.

The boxes contained books and collections from Cross Immortal Gate.

"I’ll read them tomorrow!" He decided.

Then lifted his hand and waved.

The mansion door followed Jing Wuming’s footsteps, closed with a clatter, with the latch falling into place.

After closing the door, he headed towards the dining area. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Because Ji Mingyue had already prepared dinner and was waiting for him.

Just now, she hadn’t called him because Jing Wuming was there reporting to him.