You said it was a useless body, yet you punched a saint to pieces?

Chapter 41 Sword Nurturing Technique

Wang Dao immediately sat cross-legged, his mind filled with the "Sword Nourishing Technique" method that the Martial Madman had just taught him.

As ancient and obscure runes danced and arranged in his mind, his originally calm expression gradually became solemn, and then transformed into deep shock.

This is hardly some rustic introductory method; it is clearly a peerless secret technique that can seize the very essence of heaven and earth.

As his understanding deepened, Wang Dao seemed to see a furnace forged from flesh and blood, with raging flames inside and a divine sword floating within it.

The domineering nature of this secret technique lies in the perfect balance between plunder and giving back.

He nourished the sword with his own vast and boundless blood and energy, imbuing it with spirit and giving it a soul.

Conversely, this in turn arouses the invincible sharpness and spiritual light within the sword, which washes over and tempers the body like forging iron.

The sword and its body share the same origin, their sharpness is concealed, and they are ever-renewing.

This technique views the physical body as a furnace for a sword, and the sword as a heavy hammer.

Every breath is a tempering of the body, and every flow of qi and blood is a refining and sublimation of the sword.

In the end, man is sword, and sword is man; the body is pure, the sword mind is clear, and the way of the sword is immortal!

But the threshold for this secret technique is so high that it's simply outrageous.

First of all, only the most powerful and unparalleled weapons can be used as one's destiny weapon.

Ordinary weapons simply cannot withstand the infusion of blood and qi like a surging river, and will instantly shatter into dust.

Secondly, those who do not possess an unparalleled physical foundation cannot cultivate this practice.

If the physical body is not strong enough, the moment the sword enters the body, the meridians and bones will be shredded to pieces by the violent sharpness, destroying oneself before harming the enemy.

Wang Dao suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze seemingly flashing like two bolts of cold lightning piercing the void. He looked at Wu Kuangren, his voice filled with barely concealed excitement:

"Master, this sword-nurturing technique..."

"You noticed it too."

Before Wang Dao could finish speaking, Wu Kuangren interrupted him, a meaningful smile curving his lips and his eyes full of approval.

"This sword nurturing technique can also be called weapon nurturing technique."

"It is not limited to swords, knives, spears, clubs, or even a large seal; it can be nurtured in any form."

"But this peerless secret technique has extremely demanding requirements on the physical body."

"If you weren't born with superhuman strength and your physical body wasn't as robust as an ancient ferocious beast, I would never have passed on this technique to you. Giving it to you would only harm you."

After saying this, he picked up the wine jug and took a swig. The pungent liquid rolled down his throat, and the old man exhaled contentedly.

"Only you are qualified to receive this opportunity."

Wang Dao took a deep breath, stood up, and bowed deeply to the Martial Madman. This time, he bowed even lower, and his voice was even more sincere:

"Thank you, Master, for transmitting the Dharma! This disciple will certainly live up to your expectations!"

"Alright, let's not bother with those cheesy formalities between master and disciple."

The Martial Madman waved his hand, and his carefree attitude returned.

"If you can truly achieve the power to dominate all directions with your sword in the future, this old man will have no regrets in this life."

As he spoke, he stretched out his large, fan-like hand and grabbed Wang Dao's shoulder, his rough fingers kneading down Wang Dao's back.

At first, he seemed nonchalant, but as his fingers touched the bone that was as hard as metal, the old man's pupils suddenly contracted, and his expression instantly became incredibly interesting, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

"Good lad, I almost fell for your good-natured act!" The Martial Madman abruptly withdrew his hand, his voice rising an octave involuntarily as he stared intently at Wang Dao. "You've mastered the Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound Technique?"

Faced with such an unparalleled expert, Wang Dao knew that the blood energy within his body, which roared like a dragon and howled like a tiger, could not be hidden at all. Even without deliberately activating it, that boundless life force was as dazzling as a torch in the dark night.

"Master's eyes are truly discerning." Wang Dao grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. "I recently had a lucky breakthrough, not only perfecting the Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound Technique, but also forging a body of golden bones along the way."

"A lucky break? On the way?" The Martial Madman's lips twitched, his beard trembled, and his old face flushed crimson with extreme excitement. Even his voice trembled slightly. "Good! What a lucky break! What a convenient stop!"

He abruptly took a step back, put his hands behind his back, and puffed out his chest: "Come on, attack me with all your might! Don't hold back, let your master see just how hard your golden bones really are!"

Seeing Wang Dao hesitate slightly, Wu Kuangren glared and cursed, "What are you hesitating for! With your meager skills, how could you possibly hurt me? Hurry up!"

"Alright, old man, take this!" Wang Daoxin made up his mind, and his eyes instantly became sharp as knives.

"Hey, you little brat, you were just calling me Master a moment ago, and now you're calling me 'old man'?"

The Martial Madman almost laughed out of anger at this address; his change of expression was faster than flipping through a book.

Before he finished speaking, Wang Dao's blood and qi erupted like a volcano, and crimson light burst forth from every pore of his body.

His spine trembled violently, letting out a loud dragon roar. His right fist clenched tightly, and the true meaning of the "Giant Spirit Carrying Mountain Fist" at the Great Perfection level instantly condensed.

At this moment, Wang Dao seemed to transform into a giant spirit god carrying an ancient divine mountain on his back, his fist as heavy as a mountain, and even the surrounding space seemed to collapse.

"boom!"

Wang Dao unleashed a punch without any fancy moves, only the ultimate release of power.

The ground of the armory, reinforced with multiple arrays, trembled violently, and countless golden runes flickered wildly like a school of startled fish, emitting a buzzing wail.

This punch landed squarely on the Martial Madman's chest.

However, the expected scene of carnage did not occur.

The Martial Madman didn't even lift the hem of his clothes. He neither dodged nor evaded. At the moment the fist was about to hit him, his whole body suddenly burst out with a layer of dazzling golden light, like a golden Buddha, exuding an invincible domineering aura.

Wang Dao felt as if his punch had struck an unshakeable ancient divine mountain. The terrifying recoil force surged through his arm, making his bones creak.

"I've struck gold! I've fucking struck gold!"

The Martial Maniac was roaring wildly in his heart, his eyes shining with a frightening light.

He looked down at the fist pressed against his chest, feeling the still-lingering terrifying force, his voice hoarse but unable to conceal his ecstatic joy:

"Five hundred thousand jin of divine strength! A full five hundred thousand jin! That's five times stronger than ordinary perfect golden bones!"

"Throughout the world, those who can cultivate golden bones at this level are already extremely rare, and those who possess such divine power are unheard of!"

The Martial Madman's burning, almost naked gaze was like two red-hot branding irons, as if he wanted to melt Wang Dao's entire being to see what was going on.

Wang Dao felt a chill run down his spine as he was stared at, his hair standing on end, and a strange coldness shooting straight up his spine to the top of his head.

This old man, when he gets excited, is even more terrifying than a demon.

The Martial Madman seemed to realize that he had lost his composure, so he coughed and suppressed his almost greedy gaze.

He regained his composed demeanor, but his cloudy eyes still gleamed with an unquenchable glint.

"You kid, your cultivation progress is too fast."

The Martial Madman spoke slowly, his tone returning to its usual casualness, but with a hint of solemnity.

"Sometimes, slowing down and taking a break is the way to go in the long run."

"Otherwise, even if one's physical body is strong, if one's mental state cannot keep up, sooner or later a big problem will arise."

But a question arose in his mind:

"Just now he carefully examined Wang Dao's physical body. His bones were like jade, his flesh and blood were like mercury, his meridians were wide and tough, and his foundation was perfectly round and flawless. He was even more perfect than any genius he had ever seen."

"How did this kid do it? His cultivation speed is so astonishing, yet his foundation doesn't feel weak at all. It's unheard of."

Everyone has their own secrets, and Wu Kuangren is well aware of this.

He didn't investigate further; instead, he flicked his wrist, and a stream of light entered Wang Dao's brow.

"This is a method for concealing one's aura that I obtained by chance years ago, called the 'Mysterious Turtle Breath Concealing Technique'," Wu Kuangren said calmly. "Now that you possess golden bones and your blood and qi are soaring to the sky, if you do not conceal them, you will be like a torch in the dark night, attracting countless wolves and tigers."

"Cultivate diligently until you've mastered the 'Mysterious Turtle Breath Concealing Technique,' then you can go out and wander around."

The glint in his eyes sharpened again, and his voice deepened, carrying an undeniable authority: "Otherwise, when disaster strikes, even I cannot protect you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Kuangren waved his sleeve, and an overwhelming force instantly enveloped Wang Dao.

Wang Dao felt a blur before his eyes, and his body was sent flying uncontrollably backward, being thrown out of the armory gate in the blink of an eye.

"Bang!"

The armory doors slammed shut, leaving only a bewildered Wang Dao and a dignified yet slightly snickering voice faintly echoing from within:

"Go then, cultivate diligently, and don't embarrass this old man!"