Achieving physical sainthood starting from Hunyuan Gong

Chapter 77 The Undying Golden Body of Primordial Chaos

Sit cross-legged, settle down, and simulate.

Without ups and downs, without enlightenment or pursuit, all you have to do is refine the last impurities in your blood, bit by bit, until that faint crimson-gold color transforms into true golden blood.

One year, two years, five years, ten years, blood flows through the body, again and again, in endless cycles. When you look at the ceaseless flow of blood within you again, the once barely perceptible pale gold has now faded and transformed into a pure golden color.

The journey of spiritual practice continues.

Four years have passed in a flash, and you finally hear the roar of blood rushing through your veins—like a distant river, like an underground current, deep, powerful, and continuous. You "feel" the flow of every drop of blood, as it surges within you like countless small, crimson-golden snakes, weaving through your meridians and permeating your fascia, bones, and internal organs.

[Seventh Level of Hunyuan Gong: 100% - Great Perfection of Blood Cleansing]

Song Shen's steps never stopped; he continued, taking drugs and pushing his limits.

Of the original ten thousand taels, only a pitiful three thousand taels remained.

You embark on a journey of pushing your limits naturally, without hesitation, driven only by the pursuit and desire for those limits.

[Having made your vow, you are like a stubborn rock, examining your flowing blood drop by drop. You sadly discover that the passion you were born with has long been tainted by the dye vat of this mortal world. Even if you use your strength to cleanse your blood and achieve perfection, you can never rely on this method to achieve truly pure blood, unless you can return to your mother's womb and return to that state untouched by the filth of the world.]

Since you cannot completely cleanse yourself, then abandon the past entirely. You do something terrifying that the world cannot understand—the blade slices through your veins, and you let the crimson-gold blood flow slowly. Every time you reach the brink of life and death, you stop again and continue to cleanse your blood, repeating this cycle countless times.

[The cicadas' song fades into silence, the seasons cycle twelve times, you are emaciated, like a withered tree, you almost destroy yourself, wandering in the gray area between life and death, until you realize that no amount of blood transfusions can help anymore, you open your eyes and see the blood flowing on the ground with wisps of rosy light, like celestial jade, now, the energy contained in a single drop of your blood is a hundred times that of an ordinary martial artist.]

[Come back, my prime. You swallowed the last pill, until pure crimson blood filled your heart. In the blink of an eye, your entire body swelled, your black hair returned to its jet-black color. Now you are stronger than ever before!]

[Breaking Limits - Crimson Gold Blood, Like a Celestial River, Endlessly Regenerating]

……

Song Shen opened his eyes, so comfortable he almost cried out.

The surging energy of blood and qi flowed through the body, seeped out of the skin, and turned into billowing smoke, impacting the beams and pillars.

The force flowed freely throughout his body as if it were free. Song Shen threw a punch casually. There was no protective energy, but the raging waves of air actually slammed a palm print into the iron stake in the distance. The spiraling force caused the surface of the iron stake to show signs of twisting and tearing.

"If I could master this into internal energy, wouldn't I be able to kill people from a distance?"

Song Shen secretly wondered if he might one day be able to master the skill of wielding a forty-meter-long broadsword.

A gentle breeze caressed his face, and now, through the sensitive springs of his muscles and bones, and even the capillaries on his skin, everything was telling him about the people and things remaining within a radius of several feet.

However, what's even stranger is that the mind seems to become more sensitive as a result.

A strange sense is forming, like a cicada sensing the approaching autumn wind.

Song Shen could clearly feel a gaze watching him from outside.

"Are they the same people from the valley last time?"

Song Shen's mind stirred, and he pushed open the door. The moon and stars were few in the sky.

He slowly moved his gaze until it reached the dark corner in the east.

There was nothing there, but Song Shen knew clearly that someone was watching him.

They looked at each other for a moment, then looked away.

A slight ripple in the air told Song Shen that no one was there anymore.

A formidable opponent.

Song Shen became wary and turned back into the house.

"This person must be above the Innate Realm. Does Xinyu City have such a master?"

As his thoughts raced, Song Shen first ruled out one possibility.

These people could not possibly be from the Huang family. Otherwise, their opponents would never have allowed them to slaughter the Huang family's Black Armor Army in the valley last time.

Especially during the brief standoff just now, the other party did not show the slightest hostility, which made Song Shen stop his idea of ​​going over to find out what was going on.

Since he couldn't figure it out, Song Shen decided to put it aside for the time being.

He looked at the Essence Dao Fruit on the panel.

[Essence Dao Fruit: Thirty-eight years and seven months] (From now on, I'll use lowercase. I don't know why I used uppercase before; I must have been out of my mind.)

……

"Is this the end of body tempering?"

Song Shenxin pondered silently, realizing that his body had not yet reached its limit.

Organizing, adjusting

My own reasoning.

Silent all night.

The next day,

When Song Shen arrived at the Cao residence, a servant saw him and stepped forward, saying, "Master Song, when you come to the residence, please go to Miss's place first."

"Okay, thank you."

Song Shen nodded. He had indeed gotten into the habit of saying "thank you," and once it was out, it was too late to take it back.

We arrived at Cao Yu's courtyard.

Strangely enough, although she was a girl, her living quarters were very simply furnished: a stone table and chairs, a clump of green bamboo, a sword-practicing area, and a huge whetstone.

Aside from these, there were only some essential tools.

"You've arrived."

She came out of the house.

Song Shen asked softly, "Senior Sister is looking for me."

"Hmm." Cao Yu looked very serious, as if he had something important to say.

"The guide from the Ziyang Sect should arrive in the next few days. Would you like to come with me to meet him?"

Song Shen was stunned, but Cao Yu showed a hint of panic. "Don't misunderstand. I only wanted to introduce you because I saw your great talent. With your current strength and talent, entering the sect is definitely not a problem. You can even compete for the title of Immortal Seed."

What's the misunderstanding?

Song Shen didn't understand her words, but he didn't dwell on it. Instead, he asked, "What level of power is the Ziyang Sect in the Dayong Dynasty?"

Cao Yu smiled upon hearing this. Song Shen was powerful, but he was completely ignorant of many things he should know.

"A sect with a thousand-year history, wouldn't you say it's impressive?" Cao Yu smiled. "Aside from the true holy lands, the Ziyang Sect ranks among the top sects in Dayong, and in Longzhou, it's second to none."

"Holy Land?"

"That's right. Apart from the destroyed Longyue Temple, there are still three holy sites remaining. One is the Jiuding Palace in the capital, where Ji Wuwang, the current Grandmaster of the Great Yong, is located. The second is the Suwang Pavilion in Qingzhou. The third is the Qinglian Sword Sect, the national sect that protects the country in the north."

Of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, only Buddhism was eradicated?

Song Shen felt as if he was being targeted?

"Grand Master Protector of the Nation, Ji Wuwang? Isn't Ji the surname of the royal family of our Great Yong?"

Cao Yu nodded and said, "That's right. He is the current emperor's great-uncle. The Nine Cauldrons Palace has always been run by the royal family."

A sacred land controlled by the royal family? Isn't that the Iron-Blooded Marquis of the Dragon Guard Manor?

Song Shen secretly grumbled to himself.

"Besides the Nine Cauldrons Palace, which was created by the founding emperor of this dynasty by gathering the strongest martial arts from all over the world, the Longyue Temple, the Qinglian Sect, and the Suwang Pavilion are all extremely profound, with their origins dating back to the Warring States period. Apart from them, there are many other sects with strong foundations. Back then, a highly respected elder in the martial arts world used the ninth-rank official position in the imperial court to evaluate the sects of the Great Yong Dynasty. The Ziyang Sect was ranked in the upper-middle rank, even after the Ziyang Sect had declined somewhat over the past hundred years, its status was extremely extraordinary."

Song Shen nodded repeatedly, he had indeed learned something new.

"After saying so much, do you... want to come with me to the Ziyang Sect? You're almost at the Innate Realm, and there aren't many sects in the martial arts world that can provide Innate Realm martial arts. Even if they could, the conditions would be extremely harsh. The Ziyang Sect, on the other hand, is full of powerful experts and has a very deep foundation, which would greatly benefit your cultivation."

Song Shen's mind raced with thoughts.

The Ziyang Sect is very good.

but……

Song Shen's current strength comes from constantly obtaining Dao Fruits, but those disciples of the Ziyang Sect...

They won't let me cut it...

If you still have to go out to capture demons or wanted criminals, you might as well get promoted in the city patrol bureau, since the city patrol bureau is all about killing people to earn merit.

"Let me think about it some more."

Song Shen did not give an answer immediately.

"All right……"

Cao Yu could hardly contain his disappointment.

"Is there anything else?"

"there is none left……"

Song Shen said goodbye and left. He had to go to work soon and go to the yamen, leaving the Third Miss watching his departing figure with a sense of melancholy.