Zhou Zhao had just begun to breathe for a moment when he could clearly feel a faint heat in his meridians and dantian. There was a faint flow of qi circulating.
According to the records of the Purple Cloud Secret Manual, it was written that the talented and stupid could only feel the airflow for a month, and even the talented and intelligent would need five days. But Zhou Zhao had only just settled down to cultivate for a moment when he actually sensed it.
"So I've surpassed the ranks of geniuses and reached the level of a monster?”
Zhou Zhao tried to cultivate again and was sure that it was not his senses that were wrong, but that he was indeed rapidly entering the basics. The speed could be said to be shocking.
Perhaps he had a monstrous talent in cultivation, or because his body had activated his special ability, his potential had been greatly developed, and his cultivation speed was so shocking.
Zhou Zhao guessed that the latter was more likely.
Thinking up to this point, Zhou Zhao finally started cultivating again with a peace of mind. Zhou Zhao was sitting cross-legged on the ground, the bonfire in front of him still burning. His breathing was long and short, getting farther and farther away, and his expression was even more indifferent and otherworldly.
Unknowingly, several hours had passed in the blink of an eye. Zhou Zhao only felt that his entire body was slightly hot, and the airflow circulating in his meridians was already very strong and clear. Zhou Zhao felt that the bones in his entire body seemed to have loosened a little, and the thin shackles had been wiped away.
"Phew!"
Accompanied by Zhou Zhao's soft cry, a faint gray-white aura rushed out of his mouth like a sharp sword. After rushing out a few feet, it instantly collapsed and disappeared in the air.
Zhou Zhao stood up and found that his entire body seemed to have lost a few pounds, and a relaxed and comfortable feeling arose spontaneously. Zhou Zhao took out his long sword and waved it, discovering that his strength had also increased quite a bit. At the same time, his spirit was also a bit more vigorous and active than before.
" It's really effective. The strengthening of the body can also nourish the Esper Ability…"
With a thought, Zhou Zhao began to move the broken bricks, tiles, and pillars around him. Zhou Zhao found that his psychokinesis had increased significantly. He could now move about four kilograms of things, and the effective attack range had changed from the original ten meters to the current fifteen meters.
"However, my cultivation speed is too fast. In just a few hours, I've already reached the second level of the Violet Cloud Divine Art. It seems that I'm not far from the third level of the Qi Surge.”
Zhou Zhao could not help but secretly click his tongue for himself. According to the records of the Purple Glow Divine Art manual, even if one was extremely talented, it would take three to four years to cultivate to the third level. But on Zhou Zhao, these patterns had already completely disappeared.
To be able to reach the third level of the divine art in a day, even the Daoist who created the Violet Cloud Divine Art would not dare to think about it.
"Alright, let's take this opportunity to clean up this place!”
At this moment, the corpses of the Qingcheng Monastery's many people were still displayed everywhere in the hall. Zhou Zhao still had to stay here for two days, so he naturally could not let these corpses remain here.
After Zhou Zhao ate and drank to his heart's content, he began to throw the corpses of the Qingcheng Monastery's disciples into the forest dozens of meters away from the main hall. Fortunately, he had cultivated the inner force heart technique and had a lot of strength. Otherwise, he would probably be really tired.
Moreover, when he threw it away, Zhou Zhao also conveniently searched the corpse and obtained dozens of taels of silver. The other banknotes were useless to Zhou Zhao, so he threw them away.
Other than the dozens of taels of silver, Zhou Zhao's greatest harvest was Yu Canghai's treasured sword, a treasured sword called the Pine Wind Sword. The sword was sharp and cold. It was a killing weapon, many times better than the ordinary sword that Zhou Zhao casually took in the Taoist temple.
Zhou Zhao was overjoyed and immediately used his psychokinesis to command the Pine Wind Sword to perform the Evil-warding Sword Technique. The entire hall was filled with a cold and sharp light and a murderous aura. The sword technique was strange and varied, making one's scalp go numb.
The power of Zhou Zhao's killing methods increased by 30%. The strange angle of the Evil Repelling Sword Technique, coupled with the sword control, was a perfect match. The effect far exceeded that of a real person using the sword. After all, humans were limited. However, with the help of the sword control, the sword could be attacked at 365 degrees without any blind spots.
By the time Zhou Zhao stopped practicing his sword, the sunset had already covered the horizon, dazzling and dazzling. In the blink of an eye, it was already evening.
"I wonder if anyone will come over tonight!”
Zhou Zhao had gone out to hunt a wild chicken, and after cleaning it by the mountain stream, he began to leisurely roast it while thinking.
However, after Zhou Zhao finished eating, the surroundings had already calmed down. Zhou Zhao no longer paid attention and simply began to cultivate.
The next morning, Zhou Zhao had already cultivated to the third layer of the Purple Cloud Divine Art. Qi filled his entire body, and his body was light and strong, beginning to advance to the fourth layer.
Today, there were still no outsiders to disturb him. Zhou Zhao cultivated and ate very regularly.
In the early morning of the third day, Zhou Zhao had already successfully advanced to the fourth level of the Purple Glow Divine Art. When he circulated his true qi, there were strands of purple qi that pervaded his face. His body was as light as a swallow, and he leaped more than ten feet away. As he moved, he drew his sword and practiced. The cold light was terrifying and the killing intent was dense.
Now, even if Zhou Zhao didn't use his special ability, he could still be considered a small expert in the pugilistic world. At least, he could slightly surpass the so-called Four Prodigies of Qingcheng.
"In a few more hours, we should be back!”
Zhou Zhao was wearing a loose Taoist robe, and the Pine Wind Sword hung at his waist. He gently jumped onto the eaves of the temple and lay lazily under the sun. His deep eyes were slightly narrowed, and he felt warm all over.
"Giddyup!"
"Quick, this is it!"
"Surround, surround this place. No matter who is inside, no one can leave!”
……
Just as Zhou Zhao was basking in the sun, dozens of horses suddenly appeared on the distant mountain path. Dozens of burly men in tight clothing rode over, the rumbling of hooves resounding in the surroundings, startling a flock of birds.
What was going on?
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