C10 Medicine Sect

"Not bad, not bad. My current body should be at the same level as it was in my previous life."

Calming himself down, Ling Jian withdrew his joy. The third sky of the martial path was still far from enough for him. Following that, he began to practice the "Shaolin Godly Fist" that he needed every day.

The explosive power of the Shaolin Godly Fist, as well as its destructive power, were all extremely shocking. If he didn't make a move, then there was absolutely no reason for him to leave empty-handed.

Shaolin was a martial arts sect under the heavens.

Shaolin, in his previous life, was able to gain the respect of the people of this world because this fierce power was fused with the vast and profound buddhist arts into one.

This fist technique was powered by the great dragon, the human spine. It gathered the strength of the muscles and bones in the entire body, erupting with a strong and fierce destructive power.

All of the bones, muscles, and meridians were connected to the entire body through this dragon-shaped spine, gathering power.

Although Ling Jian was only at the level of the Third Sky of Martial Arts, through this set of vast and profound Shaolin Godly Fist, even an expert of the Fourth Sky of Martial Arts would have to suffer a loss. If an expert of the Fifth Sky of Martial Arts was careless, he would suffer a lot of internal injuries.

This boxing style had been passed down for thousands of years in the Shaolin Temple. It was powerful and domineering. With a single punch, almost all of its organs and tissues would explode. Its power was unstoppable.

Of course, this was the advantage of the Shaolin Divine Fist, as well as its disadvantage. In terms of the change in style and flexibility, it fell into the lower tier.

In terms of agility and flexibility, the Shaolin Divine Fist fell under Wu Dang's Ethereal Palm. Fortunately, Ling Jian had obtained the Ethereal Palm manual left behind by Elder Wu Dang after he passed away in meditation during his previous life.

This way, it would be both flexible and rigid. It would definitely greatly enhance his combat prowess in all directions.

Therefore, this kind of fist technique would only cause damage to the opponent if Ling Jian did not make a move, not giving the opponent any time to catch his breath.

Right now, Ling Jian had only practiced it to the Small Success Realm, and had even mastered two of the muscles from his arms to his back, but even so, it was already extremely beneficial for him. Moreover, if he practiced it to the Great Perfection Stage of the third level, he would instantly be able to unleash nine times the strength of his body.

In his previous life, even in the Shaolin Temple, the only people who could practice this fist technique to the Great Perfection Stage were the four great monks of the Shaolin Temple.

In his previous life, Ling Jian had relied on this set of fists and his wisdom to be able to compete with the senior elders of Shaolin.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Ling Jian was in his room as he walked in a rhythmic pace, moving slowly. The spine of the large dragon on his body was swaying from head to tail, emitting a loud crackling sound. It was as if it was a huge dragon that was hiding in his body, about to come to life.

At the start, Ling Jian's movement was not very fast, and his punches were very slow, but as time passed, his movements and punches became faster, and his punches became heavier. The muscles, bones, and skin all over his body were twisted into a single line. Wherever it passed by, the air would explode and crackle with extremely destructive force. It was as if a human-shaped dragon was wreaking havoc in the air.

At the end, Ling Jian's body had already turned into an afterimage.

"Bam!"

All of a sudden, Ling Jian fiercely smashed onto the floor paved with profound stones, and then, he fiercely jumped up and stopped his cultivation. When he looked down again, the seemingly indestructible, steel-like floor had actually been blasted into a ten meter deep ravine, which was shocking to behold.

If this punch were to land on a human body, it would definitely shatter all the bones in one's body. Even if an elephant was in front of him, Ling Jian would still be able to kill it.

From this, one could tell how powerful the Godly Shaolin Fist was.

After practicing the Shaolin Godly Fist for a while, when the sun rose, Ling Jian finally walked out of his room. Breathing in the fresh air outside the window, he felt an indescribable sense of comfort and explosiveness in his body.

He knew that this was the result of the increase in vital energy and blood brought about by the Shaolin Divine Fist.

With regards to the other palm techniques, Ling Jian was not in a hurry to use them. The Ethereal Palm was a martial art, and the requirements for the human body were much stricter. Even though Ling Jian felt that his physical fitness was still decent, he still hoped to be able to unleash as much as 10% to 2% of the Ethereal Palm's power.

This set of Ethereal Palm was based on the premise that softness countered toughness. To put it bluntly, it required a very strong physical quality and a very strong ability to withstand blows. Only by doing so could this set of Ethereal Palm be able to display its full power.

That is to say, the Ethereal Palm is built on the foundation of the Shaolin Divine Fist, and can only be practiced after one has built their own foundation.

In the Qing-Yun Sect, the basics of self cultivation were nothing more than medicinal baths to temper one's body, locking rocks to refine one's power, and punching techniques to refine the skin.

These three types of methods were too monotonous. Moreover, the so-called medicinal bath tempering method had a rather slow efficiency.

The only things that could improve one's physical fitness in a short period of time were medicinal pills, Bone Ablutionary Dan Beads, Body Refinement Dan Beads, and other mysterious medicinal pills. These medicinal pills were not available in the Qing-Yun Sect, and he wondered if the so-called Medicine Sect had such a body tempering pill.

Thinking of this, Ling Jian decided to head over to the Medicine Sect to take a look.

In any case, there were still several days until the elders' meeting. If he didn't break through in this period of time and raise his strength, then when the time came and the situation couldn't be reversed, he would only have to cry.

With this thought, Ling Jian walked out of the mountains of the Qing-Yun Sect.

The materials to refine the Bone Ablutionary Dan, he had long since prepared them. At that time, as long as he refined the Bone Ablutionary Dan in the Medicine Sect, he would be able to make his body even more powerful. Who knows, he might even be able to break through to the Fifth Heavenly Layer of the Martial Dao in one fell swoop.

In the Qing-Yun Sect, he did not want to encounter another incident like what You Chen did before. If he was interrupted midway, he would lose everything, and if he lost too much of his strength, even his own body would suffer a backlash. If he was in a serious condition, it would result in death.

In his memories, Ling Jian knew that the Medicine Sect was a very convenient place, and could also be said to be a sect. For alchemists who needed to refine pills, it was still very superior, as long as they paid a portion of the tax for successfully refining pills, they would be able to safely leave.

For an alchemist who had successfully refined a pill, this was a type of advantage, a type of free benefit.

However, for the alchemists who had failed in their refining, it was very bad. Not only did they have to pay for the usage of the refining equipment, but they also had to pay for the occupation of the refining rooms. They also had to pay for the various degrees of damage to the refining rooms and the instruments after failure.

One had to say, the conditions for this kind of refinement were quite deceitful. Such rules dispelled too many people who tried to fish in troubled waters.

Often, those who were able to enter the Medicine Sect to refine a medicinal pill were all, without exception, alchemists of a certain level.

According to the memories of this body, not long after, Ling Jian arrived in front of a huge building with a magnificent exterior.

"Is this the Medicine Sect?" "It doesn't look like a sect at all. It's a little small, but it's barely enough."

In this world, the number of alchemists was quite small, and their existences were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns. Although the Medicine Sect was a place where alchemists were supposed to refine medicine, in reality, there were very few alchemists within the sect. Their Sect Leader was also an expert with a ten layer of martial arts, not an alchemist.

In this world, only those with the cultivation of the Tenth Heaven would be able to change their sect into a "sect", and only those with the status of a sect head would dare to change their sect into a "sect". The sect world had clear rules, and the previous Qing-Yun Sect had to change its name because Ling Tian, Ling Jian's father, was an expert of the Tenth Heaven, but now that Ling Tian was no longer in existence and the Great Elder was only at the Ninth Heaven, his cultivation of the Young Sect Master was not even at the Sixth Heavenly Layer.

Or perhaps, the Cyan Cloud Sect.

"I wonder how Third Uncle and Fifth Elder's cultivations are right now. If he can break through to the Tenth Heaven, then the reputation of the Qing-Yun Sect would be perfectly justified."

Otherwise, the sect would never dare to name themselves sect, without a Tenth Heaven realm warrior holding down the fort.

After entering the Medicine Sect, Ling Jian had thrown all of these troublesome matters to the back of his mind. The smooth and glossy black profound stone floor, empty walls, and majestic and extraordinary steps; it had to be said that after entering, Ling Jian's understanding of the Medicine Sect had immediately and subtly changed.

Such decorations were not any weaker than the decorations within the Qing-Yun Sect.

When Ling Jian came out, he was not wearing a robe from the Qing-Yun Sect, and was even purposely wearing a white robe, purposely causing his hair to be done in an unusual way. The moment he walked in, a few female attendants behind the counter of the Medicine Sect immediately saw Ling Jian, they first glanced at Ling Jian, then at the clothes Ling Jian was wearing, and their faces immediately filled with disappointment.

How could such a young man be an alchemist?

In their hearts, alchemists were the kind of elderly people.