The Road Ahead, Supreme Visualization Method

Chapter 92 The Road Ahead, the Supreme Visualization Method (4k)

His heart pounded wildly in his chest like a drum. In Li Xijun's mind, the "Red Heart" hung high like the sun, allowing him to maintain his calm thoughts.

"I see."

After saying that, he ignored Yu Xiangyang, who was in tears, and quickly pushed open the door and stepped inside. The strong smell of blood and herbs mixed with the smell of death hit him.

The skylight in the room was half-open, making the light somewhat dim. Only an oil lamp was lit, dispelling the darkness in one corner and illuminating the burly figure sitting on the large armchair, as well as the bundle beside him.

It was Zhang Fuhu.

However, the figure sitting before him now was completely different from the Zhang Wusheng in Li Xijun's memory, who was like a mountain and like the blazing sun.

His martial arts attire was practically a tattered rag soaked in dark red blood, barely hanging on his battered body.

Almost no part of his exposed skin was intact; it was covered with deep, bone-revealing sword marks and flowed with a ghostly green poison called Iron Hide Poison.

The most shocking sight was his chest—a strangely shaped longsword, seemingly transparent and empty, was deeply embedded in his left chest near his heart, with only a small section of the hilt exposed.

The cloth around the sword was completely soaked and congealed with thick, black blood.

Yet the sword still exuded a terrifying sword intent that flickered and elusive, neither real nor illusory, capable of annihilating the soul.

At this moment, Zhang Fuhu no longer possessed the powerful blood and physique he once had. His face was deathly pale, his lips were dry and cracked, and his once surging blood and qi, like a deep ocean, had now withered and depleted, as weak as the oil lamp beside him.

Even though his body was so badly damaged and he was on the verge of death, the aura of a martial saint at the pinnacle of this world was still extremely strong, like the sun at its zenith.

He still tried his best to straighten his spine, his head slightly raised, like a sick tiger sitting there, as if he could suddenly strike and kill at any moment until he died completely.

Until Li Xijun appeared in his already dark and blurry vision.

His aura, which seemed to be constantly on guard against everything around him, ready to pounce and kill at any moment, finally began to waver.

Those cloudy eyes, which had become somewhat indistinct, finally showed a faint glimmer of light and very slowly focused on the face of the person in front of them.

"ha...........

Having clearly seen the face of the disciple who had come to him, he seemed to want to let out his usual loud laughter.

But the moment his lips moved, this usually simplest action aggravated all his wounds, causing his already weak breath to catch in his throat. His chest heaved violently, and he could only utter a sound.

He looked at Li Xijun, who rushed up to him with red eyes, his gaze filled with complex emotions—gratification, entrustment, and unfulfilled regret.

But deeper within, there surged an indescribable, almost contented tranquility.

Then, after a series of muffled and labored, broken, and unintelligible sounds,

Five faint yet exceptionally clear words, tinged with the stench of blood, were forced out from between his teeth with his last ounce of strength:

"No—.—.Contemplation—method.—·

These five words exploded in Li Xijun's mind like a thunderclap!

He stared at the blood-stained bundle the other was guarding.

He instantly understood exactly what was wrong with Zhang Fuhu's behavior that day.

But he never expected that the other party, a dignified Martial Saint, would risk his life and cultivation for his own future in the Refining Spirit realm, and that very night, he went alone to kill a True Person in the Nascent Soul realm!

This left Li Xijun's mind blank and at a loss.

Seeing his disciple's expression, Zhang Fuhu, not wanting the other to feel guilty, seemed to have a final moment of clarity before death. His throat bobbed, and he said with difficulty:

Go check it out for me...

"...The road ahead..."

After he finished speaking, his stubbornly straight spine finally lost its last support and suddenly slumped down, his head leaning weakly back against the chair.

The glimmer in his eyes, like a faint flame, was slowly fading away.

Upon witnessing this scene, Li Xijun was already in tears, her heart churning with countless emotions.

But it was precisely this overwhelming state of various emotions that allowed him to instinctively calm down quickly.

"Crying is the most useless thing to do... There might still be hope in this situation."

His pure heart shone like the sun high in the sky, and all the emotions that affected his judgment and composure were burned away and melted away.

Li Xijun's mind raced, and in an instant, something occurred to him. He suddenly shouted to the outside:

"Yu Xiangyang! Guard the door and don't let anyone in!"

next moment,

His figure disappeared.

The moment I returned to the villa,

Li Xijun then dialed Lisa's number directly.

Fortunately, the other party answered the call very quickly.

"hope-kun? Is something wrong so late?" Lisa asked, puzzled.

"Teacher Lisa, I have an urgent matter and need to advance the resource allowance from the [Inner Tube] and [Artistic Conception] stages to exchange for a [Heart of Life]!"

Li Xijun stated his opinion without any hesitation.

As the strongest genius of this generation in the Qingquan Chunhui Hall under the "Ten Years to Cultivate People" training program,

From the virtual space of the Nine-Story Demon Tower to the physical strength when absorbing spiritual energy later on.

Having already demonstrated enough talent, he was capable of persuading the other party to change the rules and make concessions in this matter.

Given the kindness and closeness this female principal has shown me recently, I'm sure I'll reciprocate...

"Can!"

After hearing the tone in Li Xijun's voice when she said those words

The martial artist opposite him, who was at the Great Vajra realm, keenly recognized this opportunity.

This was absolutely the moment when this genius was most desperate and needed help the most!

This is also the best opportunity to offer timely help and win over the other party!

Lisa didn't even bother to ask Li Xijun the reason, and immediately said decisively:

"No need for formalities, I'll just go and retrieve a Heart of Life and deliver it to you."

While speaking,

Above the Qingquan Chunhui Palace, streaks of light flashed rapidly, almost as soon as the other party's words entered Li Xijun's ears from the call.

There was a knock on the door of his room.

When Li Xijun quickly opened the door, only a special protective box containing the Heart of Life and a huge bucket filled with absolutely pure spiritual spring water appeared before him.

"The Heart of Life, the accompanying dissolving solution, and the bath tub are all prepared."

"Contact me if anything happens."

After saying that, the other party hung up the phone without any hesitation.

This decisiveness, action, and the swift, decisive manner allowed Li Xijun to glimpse the true nature of a martial artist capable of advancing to the Vajra Realm.

But he didn't have time to think too much at this moment. He used his mental power to take these things back to his room, raised the security system to the highest level, and then flashed back to the back room of Dasheng.

At this moment, Zhang Fuhu's life was almost completely gone, but he still had a last pulse.

Having reviewed the usage process of the "Heart of Life," Li Xijun first used a dissolving solution to dissolve the Heart of Life, which looked like a small piece of green stone, into a solution that could be measured in a test tube.

He then immersed Zhang Fuhu in a bucket of water, first adding a drop of emerald green life essence.

Upon seeing the emerald green color instantly absorbed by the other person's body, and all their previous injuries beginning to heal at an astonishing rate,

He finally breathed a sigh of relief and took another drop to add.

The Heart of Life, which is extremely precious in the main world, is used only by those who have reached the Transcendent Realm, allowing their bodies to evolve into extraordinary beings through spiritual energy.

Although Zhang Fuhu was a martial saint, he had only refined the human body's qi and blood to the extreme, and still could not compare with extraordinary life forms.

Before seeing the effects, Li Xijun was unsure whether the other party could absorb it, or whether recklessly using it all would cause the other party to be unable to withstand it and explode directly.

"Tick-tock!"

Then, he casually pulled out the void sword and tossed it aside.

When Li Xijun dripped in the third drop of life essence, completely repairing Zhang Fuhu's chest injury, the emerald green color in the water was not completely absorbed and began to disperse and blend into the water.

This allowed Li Xijun to release his mental energy to scan the other party's body. After seeing that the other party's body had been completely repaired, was full of vitality, and even had several decades more of lifespan, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"He was saved, but he can't absorb anything anymore... The body of a Blood Transformation Martial Saint still can't compare to that of a Transcendent Martial Artist."

"However... there was no reaction whatsoever."

After investigating for a while longer, they found Zhang Fuhu and returned.

But there was still no movement, not even a deep sleep, but rather a state like that of a living dead.

Li Xijun's gaze fell on the other side, on the ethereal longsword that emanated an aura of shifting reality and illusion, causing him to feel a stinging pain when his spiritual power swept over it.

The Wusheng Daoist Temple's methods for attacking and destroying the soul... and this magical artifact capable of harming the soul...

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"I don't know the extent of Master's soul damage..."

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Li Xijun frowned, but then Yu Xiangyang's voice suddenly came from outside.

"Grand Secretary Li!"

"Your Excellency, you cannot go in. My junior brother said that no one is allowed to enter!"

Although he was extremely shocked by Li Boyan's appearance, Yu Xiangyang, whose arm was bandaged, still stepped forward to stop him.

"Senior brother...please quickly invite Lord Boyan in."

Li Xijun was worried about what to do about Zhang Fuhu's mental state when she quickly opened the door.

He saw Li Boyan, dressed in his usual scholar's robe, holding a jade bottle, his brows furrowed, looking at the honest and straightforward Yu Xiangyang.

"Lord Boyan, please come in quickly..."

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He led Li Boyan to the water bucket.

"Master's physical injuries have healed, but his soul has been injured. We don't know how to treat it. Please ask Boyan Gong for help."

These words made Yu Xiangyang, who was standing at the door, widen his eyes in disbelief.

But then he turned around warily, looked around, quickly closed the door from the outside, and continued to stand guard.

When Li Boyan also saw the emerald green color in the water with his spiritual power, his expression changed, and he finally lost his usual composure, exclaiming in surprise:

"There are still such treasures in the world, brimming with vitality, capable of reviving the dead and restoring flesh to bones..."

"You were able to use this item to save the commander... You and your master are truly kindred spirits."

His words carried a hint of sighing and emotion, and he pointed a finger at Zhang Fuhu's ancestral aperture between his eyebrows.

After a moment, Li Boyan shook his head slightly: "With a damaged soul and no rare and precious materials to nourish it, I'm afraid he'll be a living dead for the rest of his life."

"This item is a treasure that saved my master's physical body. Can you exchange it for a treasure that nourishes his soul? I'm willing to go to the imperial court or any of the three major sects. If that's not possible, I can offer more money!"

Li Xijun took out the remaining test tube of the invaluable life essence.

However, Li Boyan shook his head and smiled bitterly again: "This kind of treasure that nourishes the soul has not appeared for over a thousand years."

Li Xijun fell silent, his mind replaying the image of that small bottle of Celestial Soul Dew that appeared in the contract he signed with the school.

"Lord Boyan, would it be possible to obtain rare and precious materials to enhance the soul?"

"This treasure's effects far surpass those of the treasures I mentioned that can nourish the soul. Legend has it that the First Emperor of the First Immortal Dynasty obtained a bottle of flower dew condensed from the essence of the Nine Nether Rejuvenating Flower. After consuming it, his cultivation greatly improved. Even without the power of a true dragon, his divine soul was able to forcefully kill Confucian lightning tribulation cultivators, almost causing the Confucian orthodoxy to be wiped out back then."

"If we could have such a treasure that enhances the soul, even a single drop would be enough to restore Yuan Rong to health."

"It's a pity..." Li Boyan shook his head. This kind of treasure, which hasn't appeared in thousands of years, is probably truly gone from this world. Li Xijun nodded slightly, already having made up his mind.

He ranked first six times in six months, cleared the nine-story Demon Tower, and mastered the most basic sword intent.

These three basic conditions came to mind one by one.

After settling Zhang Fuhu, who at least had his life saved, into his bedroom...

With the news that "the master is out of danger and has passed the gates of hell," and with Li Boyan stepping in to oversee things, the anxious and somber atmosphere at the Killing Body Martial Arts School was calmed down.

This made many outsiders who had harbored wicked intentions because Zhang Fuhu was about to die give up their schemes.

Meng Qifeng led a few disciples to reorganize the situation, while the remaining disciples either went home or continued their training, bringing the martial arts school back to normal.

After seeing that everything was taken care of,

Li Xijun sat alone in the back room, sitting upright in a grand chair just like Zhang Fuhu had before.

He looked at the Void Sword and the blood-stained bundle on the table with a complicated expression.

"Take a deep breath and regain your composure. Li Xijun then briefly senses the longsword."

Preliminary assessment suggests that this elusive and soulless longsword is likely a top-grade magic weapon, falling between the highest, middle, and lowest grades.

If it can be refined with enough incense and faith, it might become a spiritual treasure that all the major sects and schools of the three religions crave.

However, his current level of spiritual cultivation is insufficient to refine this sword.

To fully utilize this treasure, one must at least achieve mastery of embryonic breathing, and to truly control it freely, one must wait until becoming a true person who has left the body.

"Take it back and find a safe place to store it for now. The low-grade magic weapon, the Shadowless Sword, is still more than enough for our needs."

Li Xijun put it aside and opened the bundle.

Among them was a silver page and a painting.

He looked at the silver pages and felt a sense of familiarity, subconsciously recalling the brass pages that Li Boyan had given him before.

Especially when Li Xijun looked over, he felt an extremely pure killing intent, which turned into a tiger's roar and rushed straight into his soul, causing his expression to change drastically. He immediately activated his self-light.

"That's it! This feeling is exactly the same as when I watched 'The Seven Killing Styles of the Lifeless Sword' before!"