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Chapter 270 Xuan You Ning Lu

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At the top of the tower.

That terrifying mass of blood and energy was still boiling and churning, appearing to the naked eye like a faint cloud of blood mist.

As a result, today was supposed to be a cloudy day, with a thin layer of dark clouds blocking the sun.

At this moment, as the churning blood and qi continued to expand, it eventually affected the area of ​​the sky atop the tower.

A pillar of pure qi and blood stretched straight to the sky, completely dispelling the dark clouds at the top of the tower and revealing bright sunlight.

Just then, a beam of sunlight fell on the Martial Arts Pagoda, as if it were plated with a layer of golden light.

This strange phenomenon lasted for a few breaths.

at this time.

All the instructors and guards inside and outside the martial arts hall were alarmed and ran out to check.

Everyone present was a martial artist; even those who had never eaten pork had at least seen pigs run.

There are records of this in the Wujing Pagoda.

Breakthrough to the level of Grandmaster of Golden Marrow, one's Qi and blood become like a pillar, and in an instant, pure Yang Qi can pierce the sky.

Kong, having followed Master Fu Liunian for over a decade, had developed feelings for him as a former subordinate, and was now in tears.

"Master Fu is finally about to break through... He'll break through at eighty-one years old. According to the Martial Scripture Tower, he's probably the first and last person in our Shun Dynasty to do so."

Well, to put it simply, Fu Liunian's breakthrough in age is the most significant.

If you're in a good mood, you can praise him for his perseverance and late-blooming success.

If you listen with resentment, it will seem as if you are mocking him for being the most worthless person.

No wonder Meng's friend raided his home because of his talkative nature.

Meng, the guard, glanced at Fu Hongying from the side and, fearing that his friend had upset Fu's family, quickly tried to smooth things over.

"Master Fu is still vigorous despite his old age, and his great talent has matured late in life. He will surely have good fortune in the future and will continue to break through his current realm."

That was a brilliant remark.

Once a Grandmaster of Golden Marrow breaks through to the next realm, they become a Martial Saint who protects the nation.

This person has already reached the pinnacle of martial arts in the country.

The seven kingdoms of Dongzhou—Shun, Chen, Wei, Zheng, Yue, Han, and Yan—each boasted figures at the very top of the pyramid.

The instructors who gathered around the tower were also filled with emotion.

"Old Fu's hard work has finally paid off; he's seen the light at the end of the tunnel."

"It must have been tough for him. I've been at the Martial Arts Academy for twenty years and have only seen Master Fu no more than three times. He's always in seclusion."

"After twenty years of arduous training, I finally broke through and became a Grandmaster."

"Oh dear, according to the rules of the dynasty, Elder Fu will probably be promoted and returned to the capital soon, won't he?"

"Yes, that's right. The Golden Marrow Grandmasters of my Martial Arts Hall lineage will enter the Martial Scripture Tower and be granted royal secret medicines to focus on cultivation in hopes of breaking through to the Martial Saint level."

"Old Fu won't be able to stay here for much longer."

Meng, the guard, was very quick-witted. Fearing that the others might say something inappropriate in front of Fu Hongying, he hurriedly introduced Fu Hongying to them.

Everyone fell silent for a few moments, then changed their tune and began to enthusiastically flatter Fu Liunian, as if afraid of not being friendly enough.

Fu Hongying had tears in her eyes.

As far back as she can remember, she could only see her great-grandfather once or twice a year; he was a very kind old man.

Only after I grew up did I realize that my great-grandfather had become obsessed with the threshold of becoming a Grandmaster, and he spent almost all his time in seclusion and ascetic practice.

I can occasionally recall the look of disappointment and sorrow on my great-grandfather's face as he looked at my father and uncles.

Her great-grandfather also held her hand.

"Hongying, it seems that the future of the Fu family and the Wu family will depend on you."

"I will try my best to live for a few more decades. If I really have no hope of breaking through to the next level, I will switch to cultivating the wood-type health preservation techniques."

"You must practice martial arts diligently. If your great-grandfather couldn't achieve it, you should continue practicing. I refuse to believe that my Fu family can't produce a grandmaster."

The words of the past still echoed in her ears, which motivated Fu Hongying to practice martial arts diligently, partly to live up to her great-grandfather's expectations.

Now things are much better; the great-grandfather no longer needs to rely on his descendants.

He himself became a grandmaster, and his life's wish was fulfilled.

She was initially quite moved, feeling a mix of emotions, and wanted to cry, but a group of sycophants interrupted all her complicated feelings.

Fu Hongying could only force a stiff, fake smile to cope, and later she simply ran behind Yang Silang and looked up to study the situation at the top of the tower.

Now, let's talk about the top of the tower.

The wisp of qi and blood began to fall back, disappearing and finally being absorbed into the secret chamber at the top of the tower.

next interest.

A long howl came from the top of the tower.

Its sound was like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, and everyone felt a buzzing and vibrating sound in their ears.

The sound drifted on and on, seemingly from an unknown distance.

Inside the martial arts hall, in the stables, the horses were startled and neighed loudly.

With a flick of his wrist, Yang Silang shook the flying thunderstone inlaid in the silver chain, and Shi Xuangu tightly concealed her soul within the magic weapon.

"How terrifying! My mother actually spent decades with such a horrible old man."

"They ate, lived, and slept together, how did she put up with it...?"

"Huh..." Shi Xuangu suddenly seemed a little confused. "Wait a minute."

"A man and a woman, living, eating, and sleeping together for decades."

"Hiss..." Shi Xuangu gasped, "Could this old man be my father?"

Let's not even talk about Shi Xuangu's wild thoughts.

At the top of the tower.

The window, which had been sealed shut for years, shattered completely with a loud crash.

Grandpa Fu Liunian's figure appeared at the window.

"Twenty years of dedicated practice to cultivating true nature."

Eighty-one years to break through the Xuan Shu.

"With a burst of energy, one can pierce through the clouds..."

Fu Liunian suddenly got stuck; clearly, even writing doggerel wasn't so easy.

Yang Silang laughed heartily at the foot of the tower and continued.

"Today, I sing the praises of the Grandmaster!"

He pulled Fu Hongying out from behind him.

"Brother Fu, today is a day of double celebration! Look who's here!"

Fu Liunian looked down and saw his great-granddaughter. His face lit up with joy, and he jumped from the top of the tower.

This tower is over ten zhang tall.

It is thin at the top and thick at the bottom.

Fu Liunian only needed to lightly touch the railings a few times, and with just a few leaps, he landed gently on the ground.

"Great-grandfather..." Fu Hongying greeted her ancestor with joy and stepped forward.

"My dear great-grandson..." Fu Liunian was also very happy.

People around him rushed over to congratulate Fu Liunian on his breakthrough to become a Grandmaster of Golden Marrow. A group of people surrounded him to offer their congratulations.

Fu Liunian is usually a man of few words and a cold expression, but today he was smiling very heartily.

Guard Meng started a commotion, saying that they had to have a good drink to celebrate.

Fu Liunian naturally had no reason to refuse, and generously waved his hand to indicate that he would pay the bill today, and everyone should drink until they were drunk.

He was escorted by the crowd as he walked toward the restaurant. Yang Silang and Fu Hongying ran into each other and naturally had to go too.

This banquet lasted until the wee hours of the morning.

In the middle of the event, even General Hei and the Prefect of Yidu Prefecture personally came to the scene. The Governor was unable to attend due to official business, so he sent his trusted confidants to participate.

Martial artists come in large numbers, but the difficulty increases exponentially with each rank advancement.

There are Grandmasters of Golden Marrow in Yidu Prefecture, but they are distributed among various families, and no one knows exactly how many there are.

On the surface, Fu Laoyang is the only martial artist in the government who has made a breakthrough in recent years.

In addition, there are two retired grandmasters who are too old to fight for long and can only maintain their peak strength to strike to protect themselves.

Therefore, it is reasonable that it is valued.

The confidant revealed that the governor wanted Grandmaster Fu to stay in Jiangdong Province.

Yang Silang guessed that this might be related to the current turbulent situation, as having a grandmaster in charge could reassure people.

These high-ranking government officials arrived briefly and left shortly afterward, each bringing generous gifts, needless to say.

At night.

Fu Liunian got completely drunk, and Yang Silang got completely drunk.

The former was overjoyed that his decades-long dream had come true, while the latter was simply because Fu Liunian couldn't drink anymore and was dragged over by the old man to take the blame.

We're all martial artists; everyone knows the trick of turning internal energy into wine, it's not something you can really pull off.

Yang Silang felt dizzy and lightheaded.

Fortunately, Fu Hongying hadn't been drinking. She helped her master onto Daqing's back and they returned home together.

As for the old man, a bunch of his colleagues escorted him back to Wujing Tower, so they didn't need to worry about it.

They were admitted to the hospital.

Fu Hongying helped Yang Silang carefully knock on the door of the main bedroom.

Hu Jiaoniang frowned and opened the door.

"Master's wife..." Fu Hongying stuck out her tongue, "Master is drunk."

She briefly explained what had happened.

Hu Jiaoniang nodded.

"Help him in..."

"To the bed..."

When Fu Hongying saw that her master's wife did not offer any help, she suddenly realized what was going on.

It must be because the master's wife couldn't stand the smell of alcohol on him.

She carefully placed Yang Silang on the bed, put his legs up on it, and then took off his shoes.

"Master's wife, should I ask the kitchen to prepare some hangover soup?"

Hu Jiaoniang waved her hand and said, "I have my own arrangements. You may leave now."

Fu Hongying nodded hurriedly, carefully left, and didn't forget to close the door.

She had only taken a couple of steps outside.

I heard a thud, like something heavy falling to the ground, from inside the house.

Huh?

Did the master roll off the bed?

"That can't be, my master's wife is watching. I must have misheard," she said, quickly leaving.

inside the house.

Hu Jiaoniang raised her foot to kick.

To everyone's surprise, Yang Silang himself rolled away first to dodge.

"You're quite clever..."

"It stinks..." she muttered under her breath, frowning, and waved her hand to extinguish the candles in the room.

midnight.

Inside the pitch-black room.

Yang Silang opened his eyes, his mind still foggy. Outside, the moonlight shone through the window paper like water, casting a hazy white mist over the room.

Looking at the familiar furnishings, he knew he was back in the bedroom, but the perspective was a bit strange. How did he end up under the bed?

Oh dear, I really shouldn't drink too much.

Wait, why does the room smell of familiar perfume?

"To ward off misfortune."

He immediately used his supernatural powers, and the remaining drunkenness in his body vanished instantly. He sat up and looked up.

Hu Jiaoniang was sitting cross-legged in the east corner, holding a spirit stone in each hand, absorbing the moonlight between heaven and earth.

On the wall behind him, five phantom images of fox tails were swaying.

A ball of light shone from between its eyebrows, and within it, one could vaguely see a snow-white fox with an elegant demeanor coiled up.

In addition, a ball of white light also appeared on Hu Jiaoniang's abdomen, which could be clearly seen even through her clothes. The ball seemed to be covered with a faint white light.

Sudden.

Hu Jiaoniang raised her head, her long neck as beautiful as a swan's, and her red lips parted slightly.

The precious pearl in her abdomen rose up her body, faintly reflecting her internal organs.

call……

The white bead swirled in the air, its radiance subdued, surrounded by a layer of yellow liquid mist that emitted a faint, pleasant fragrance.

Yang Silang only took one sniff and felt light all over, his blood and energy were invigorating, and his soul was shaken, as if his soul power had increased slightly.

Looking at the bead again, it slowly rotated in the air, absorbing the moonlight, and its light flickered with the rhythm of Hu Jiaoniang's breathing.

Yang Silang suddenly understood.

This bead is Hu Jiaoniang's demon core, containing the immense demonic power she cultivated through arduous practice.

As for the outer layer of pale yellow liquid mist that emits a sweet smell.

Yang Silang remembered that Mo Xinlian had mentioned it before.

Hu Jiaoniang and Emperor Yongchang were not actually husband and wife, nor were they Daoist partners; rather, they were cultivation partners.

Emperor Yongchang provided Hu Jiaoniang with access to the resources of the Shun Dynasty's royal family precisely for this purpose.

This yellow liquid mist swirling around the demon core is the second innate divine power of the Nine-Tailed Fox clan.

Its name is Xuan You Ning Lu.

Legend has it that this miraculous substance can grant mortals immortality instantly upon consumption.

Mo Xinlian said.

Emperor Yongchang brought Hu Jiaoniang into the palace under the title of Princess Gaoguo precisely because of this item.

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