Chapter 210 - The Dull and Boring Tour of the Secret Realm (2/2)
Hence, dragging along his exhausted and quite injured body, River White Nima found himself a seclude spot and meditated to heal his wounds. He was physically strong and possessed strong regenerative abilities, but though swells were easily removed, broken ribs can’t be mended that quickly.
***
In one of the mountain caves.
The twenty-nine Diamond Sect disciples had kept waiting until the moon appeared, but River White Nima had yet to return.
Some of them were worried.
Some of them were delighted!
“Clearly, Master Nima has defeated—and even injured Jiang He. That’s why he hasn’t reached us, because he has no strength to come to us… Master Nima must have found himself a place to cultivate too, which is why he hasn’t returned!”
“Everyone, the seven days are soon up. Let’s seize the moment and start cultivating.”
The twenty-nine Diamond Sect disciples hence split up and cultivated separately.
***
At the same time, Cheng Dongfeng and the others were cultivating as well.
The five-days of cultivation had greatly improved them, and most importantly, it was easier to grasp the Boundary of Wills in the Secret Realm, and their understanding of martial arts had also hence become even more profound!
Naturally, Chen Jingzhou benefited the most.
He had neither slept nor drank over the last few days as he kept training his swordplay atop a peak. When one looked from the distance at night, they would fine a faint sword light covering the mountaintop.
Even if he was a thousand meters away, Jiang He felt…
Envy.
“Impressive!”
“Chen Jingzhou now grasps around sixty percent of sword will, does he not?”
Chen Jingzhou could hone his sword will by training his swordplay, but he… did not even know how to use a sword. The only thing he had confidence in was the White Foal Crosses the Rift which was a Royal Sword technique, open which he promptly mastered once learnt, making training meaningless.
“Huh…”
Jiang He breathed a sigheven as he sat atop the mountain. After taking out his barbecue rack, cutting out chunks of Blue Drake King meat and making over fifty skewers, he organized a moon-viewing party with himself, taking out his sunflower seeds and rank-nine Origin Fluid as well.
Others notwithstanding, the moon of the Secret Realm was in a league of its own.
The moon here was eternally round and very huge, the latter perhaps because it was too close to the ground or because of spatial refraction.
After he was full of food and drinks, Jiang He found himself a secluded valley, took out a capsule and threw it on the ground…
Bang!
A mansion appeared upon the ground.
Stretching and yawning, Jiang He entered the mansion while complaining, “The days in here are so difficult, and it’s another two more days before the Secret Realm reopens… How am I supposed to pass the time!”
“I’m not going to any Secret Realms anymore!”
***
Bukadaban Peak…. Or Mount Golden Roc, after its renaming by the Golden-Winged Roc.
At the foot of the mountain, Wang Hou, Dong Haichuan and Yang Luchan were sitting together and fishing in front of a lake.
They were not using fishing rods, but fashioning fishing lines out of Yuan Qi to fish with in the water.
The trio’s seating was actually specific too: Wang Hou sat in the middle, while Dong Haichuan sat on Wang Hou’s right and Yang Luchan to Wang Hou’s left.
“By the way, Master Yang, Master Dong… you two had been the most famous grandmaster backs in your heydays, with Master Yang being known as the invincible while Master Dong founded the school of Eight Trigrams.
Reining in his fishing line, Wang Hou smiled as he asked, “I’ve heard that you two had sparred more than once, so I’m very curious… did you, actually? Who won then?”
Dong Haichuan and Yang Luchan both gave Wang Hou a glance, smiled, but said nothing.
But out of the blue, the surface of the lake burst apart—Dong Haichuan and Yang Luchan’s Yuan Qi fishing lines had actually been fighting underwater.
One giant fish after another was sent flying up into the skies, and the two two-hundred-year-old martial art masters moved, catching themselves two fishes.
Smiling as he grilled his fish, Dong Haichuan said, “Elder Luchan had been peerless back then in Jingdu, and with his reputation of being the Invincible Yang, why would I dare to challenge him at the peak of his fame, when I only went there later?”
Though Yang Luchan appeared younger than Dong Haichuan and appeared around thirty, he was still of the Taiji faction and therefore paid more attention to his wellness.
“You’re too kind, Master Dong.” He laughed.
The pair complimented each other, but said nothing about the past.
Clearly…
The two had fought before.
Nonetheless, no martial artists would fight in the open back in those days unless it was a death grudge. For one, they would be embarrassed if they lost, and secondly, they would definitely need a clear winner if it was fought out on a ring. Setting aside the cases where there was a huge difference in abilities between the combatants, fatal strikes and bloodbaths were unavoidable if they were equally matched, and it was certainly easy to tell what would happen if a someone bearing a grudge seizes the opportunity.
Meanwhile, as the trio had their grilled fish, Dong Haichuan suddenly said, “Minister Wang, I heard my disciple mention that Jiang He’s cultivation is not actually that impressive… but after learning that he had cut down four Feral Kings in a single week, I wonder—could you have had a hand in the matter?”
Wang Hou smiled, shaking his head. “I would have simply come up with some excuse if I really wanted to kill me some Feral Emperors. Why go through such lengths?”
“Then that’s simply outstanding!”
Dong Haichuan exclaimed in awe. “And he’s only rank-nine?”
“Even if he relied on outside help, a rank-nine turning the tables against Feral Kings is so frightening.”
Clearly, from the trio’s perspective, Jiang He relied on outside help to slay the Golden-Crowned Black Eagle and the Violet-Crowned Golden Eagle.
Dong Haichuan’s tone changed then as he asked uncertainly, “But despite his genius, you’ve actually agreed to the Golden-Winged Roc’s condition of letting it settle its differences with Jiang He personally. What are you thinking, Wang Hou?”
Wang Hou laughed out loud. “I’m just going along with Jiang He’s idea… Moreover, with us three staying here, could that bird kill the kid even if it wanted to?”
He looked up at the direction of the Tantra Sect then.
Inwardly…
He was actually feeling a little anticipation, but was also rather worried.
Anticipation, because Jiang He was capable of miracles.
As for his worries…
The kid seemed restless, and the Tantra Sect’s bald donkeys were quite prejudiced towards Wang Hou himself, and Jiang He could start trouble after reaching the Tantra Sect.
“I’m overthinking this.”
Withdrawing his gaze, Wang Hou chuckled self-deprecatingly as he changed his mind. “The Tantra Sect possesses profound depth, and not even I would are to push them too far… would Jiang He even dare to go too far at the Diamond Sect?”