Immortals Step into Heaven

Zheng Yuan's figure was like a sculpture, with only the faintly flickering blood-red light enveloping his entire body.

Ten days later, the cave was completely silent. Zheng Yuan sat quietly on the stone bed, his eyes closed, his expression serene. After ten days, Zheng Yuan had refined the Blood Spirit Flower.

At this moment, Zheng Yuan slowly opened his eyes, a bright blood-red light flashing in them. He felt the changes in his body after refining the Blood Spirit Flower, and a surge of joy surged in his heart.

The refinement of the Blood Spirit Flower further strengthened his body, making it even stronger. The Beast Blood Body Forging Technique also successfully broke through to the third level of perfection.

Standing up, Zheng Yuan stretched his muscles and felt full of strength.

Zheng Yuan’s physical defense is so strong now that even a top-grade magic weapon cannot easily break through it.

A strong curiosity surged in Zheng Yuan's heart. He was eager to know what level of strength he had reached after practicing and refining the Blood Spirit Flower Beast Blood Body Tempering Technique for a period of time and breaking through the third level of perfection.

Thinking about it, Zheng Yuan couldn't help but think of the black-scaled python. The black-scaled python was very powerful, and it was a good opportunity to test his own strength.

With two and a half months left before his cave residence expired, Zheng Yuan carefully considered his upcoming schedule. He had already made up his mind: he planned to practice the Thirteen North Sea Sticks technique to better master his now-enhanced physical strength.

Zheng Yuan knew that if he couldn't fully control his newly gained physical strength, he wouldn't be able to unleash his full potential in battle. The Thirteen Sticks of the North Sea, a powerful stick technique, would not only strengthen his body but also help him better understand the application of his strength.

Pulling out a long staff, a top-grade magical weapon, from his storage bag, Zheng Yuan recalled the techniques and mental skills of the Thirteen North Sea Staffs. He began practicing the key points of each movement, the momentum and power of swinging the staff. Within the cave, Zheng Yuan wielded the staff with nimble dexterity, sending six shadows swirling and surging with unstoppable force.

Zheng Yuan decided that during these two and a half months, he must diligently practice the Thirteen Sticks of the North Sea so that he could control his strength freely.

Two and a half months passed in a flash. During this time, Zheng Yuan devoted himself to the practice of the Thirteen Sticks of the North Sea. Now, he had a much better control over his physical strength.

Zheng Yuan slowly stood up and began to pack his things. He put his belongings into his storage bag and glanced at the cave that had been with him for three months.

After finishing his work, Zheng Yuan went to the cave's steward's office. He went before the steward, respectfully explained his purpose, returned the cave's token, and left the cave. Zheng Yuan turned and left.

Zheng Yuan left Yunshan Market and headed towards the Monster Mountain Range. However, at this moment, three people suddenly jumped out from behind and blocked his way.

The leader had a face full of flesh and his eyes revealed greed. He said viciously, "You kid have reached 90% of your Qi training level and have enough spirit stones to rent a cave. It seems that you are very wealthy!"

Bring the storage bag!

The other two also had fierce looks on their faces, staring at Zheng Yuan with murderous intent, as if they would pounce on him immediately if he disobeyed.

Zheng Yuan looked at the three people in front of him with a cold expression, his eyes sweeping over them one by one. These three people were all above the tenth level of Qi training, two of them were at the twelfth level, and the other was also at the tenth level.

However, Zheng Yuan did not feel the slightest bit of fear in his heart, but instead a sneer emerged in his heart.

These three people thought that they could do whatever they wanted because of their high cultivation level, but they didn't know that Zheng Yuan was not someone to be trifled with. Although the other party had the advantage in cultivation level, Zheng Yuan's strength had greatly improved after practicing the Thirteen Sticks of the North Sea for a while.

Zheng Yuan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful smile, and said coldly: "Really? You want to rob me, and I just want to rob you too.

When the leading cultivator heard Zheng Yuan's words, he was stunned at first, then burst into arrogant laughter, and said sarcastically, "You are a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining, but you are so arrogant. You really don't know how to live or die!"

His eyes were full of contempt, as if he was looking at a clown who overestimated his own abilities.

The two Qi training level 12 cultivators also laughed, their eyes filled with amusement as they looked at Zheng Yuan. In their opinion, a Qi training level 9 cultivator who dared to rob three of them who were Qi training level 10 and above was truly ignorant.

Zheng Yuan stopped talking to them. He quickly pulled out a top-grade magical staff from his storage bag. The staff vibrated, emitting a buzzing sound. Then, without hesitation, Zheng Yuan unleashed the Thirteen North Sea Staffs, charging towards the three men like lightning.

The long stick danced in his hand, and each swing carried great power and fierce momentum.

When the three men saw Zheng Yuan launch an attack so decisively, they were slightly surprised at first. They obviously did not expect that this cultivator at the ninth level of Qi training would be so courageous. They quickly reacted.

The leading monk's expression darkened, and a top-grade flying sword suddenly appeared in his hand. The sword gleamed with a cold light, emitting powerful spiritual energy fluctuations. With a flick of his wrist, the flying sword stabbed towards Zheng Yuan like lightning.

Not to be outdone, a frail monk pulled out a blood-red long sword, a top-grade magical weapon. The sword glowed with blood, as if imbued with an endless murderous aura. He swung the sword with a furious force, slashing at Zheng Yuan.

Another monk took out a top-grade iron hook. It glowed darkly and looked eerie. He swung it hard, and it whistled towards Zheng Yuan like a venomous snake.

At once, three different top-grade magical weapons attacked Zheng Yuan with great power.

Zheng Yuan watched the three monks attack him, but remained calm. He dodged the leading monk's flying sword with a swift movement.

The flying sword brushed past his body, creating a sharp gust of wind. Immediately afterwards, Zheng Yuan swung his long staff violently, colliding fiercely with the frail monk's blood-red long sword.

"Dang!" A loud bang pushed the frail monk back several feet. At the same time, the iron hook whistled towards him.

Zheng Yuan dodged to the side and the iron hook flew past him, leaving a deep mark on the ground.

The leading monk once again controlled the flying sword, stabbing at Zheng Yuan from different angles. Zheng Yuan dodged the flying sword while fighting with the other two.

His figure moved swiftly across the battlefield, like a ghost. The frail monk's blood-red sword repeatedly slashed at Zheng Yuan, its light flashing and menacing. Meanwhile, the monk holding the hook waited for an opportunity, searching for Zheng Yuan's weakness.

Zheng Yuan, seizing the perfect opportunity, shot out, instantly reaching the frail monk. He swung his long staff, instantly sending out six shadows, each imbued with immense power.