God Emperor

Chapter 1323: Make a Pot of Soup

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

Xianji Mountain.

After recovering, five-colored light gushed out of Zhang Ruochen’s body as if his body was made of five-colored godly stones with endless power, which gave him euphoria he’d never felt before.

The sky above Spiritual Mountain seemed to have been affected by the power inside his body, and there formed a five-colored saint cloud.

“Separation of Sky and River.”

Zhang Ruochen ascended and flew up intto the air, performing Luo Water Fist Technique.

Boom!

Deafening thunder sounds blasted, and the phantom of a river emerged, floating in the sky, giving out destructive power, shaking Spiritual Mountain.

Zhang Ruochen retracted holy Qi after landing on the ground again. The color on his skin started to dim and went back to his flesh and blood.

Qing Mo couldn’t be happier. She smiled and said, “Congratulations, my lord. You’ve finally recovered, and soon, you’ll be invincible.”

Zhang Ruochen smiled and nodded. All of a sudden, he felt an excruciating pain everywhere in his body. He started to sweat, and his veins started to show. He couldn’t even stand straight. ????????????????????????????. ᴄ????m

Qing Mo’s smile froze. She immediately rushed to Zhang Ruochen to support him. She asked, “What happened? My lord? Did something happen when you were recovering?”

Zhang Ruochen didn’t know what had happened. The only thing he could feel was the pain from his veins, meridians and saint meridians as if they were about to crack again.

Gu Songzi walked out of the thatched cottage and snorted, “Although your meridians have recovered, they were still just created. They’re fragile like newborn babies. How are they supposed to withstand the shock from blood Qi and saint Qi?”

Gradually, Zhang Ruochen could feel that the pain was getting milder.

Zhang Ruochen was smart enough to know what Gu Songzi was talking about. He asked, “How long do I need to rest before I can fight someone again?”

“With your body constitution, I reckon you only need half a month. You’re a good guy, so I’ll allow you to stay here for the next half a month.”

Gu Songzi left after answering Zhang Ruochen’s question.

Qing Mo stared at Gu Songzi, and she suddenly realized that this eccentric elder wasn’t as cold as he appeared to be.

“Are you feeling better, my lord?” Qing Mo asked, concerned.

“It’s fine. I shouldn’t have rushed it myself.”

Zhang Ruochen smiled, took a deep breath, and the spiritual Qi around him all flew into his body like traces of light, flowing in his meridians and saint meridians.

The pain was only gone after him resting for ten days.

“I’ll bring a savage beast back to make soup for you, my lord.”

Qing Mo climbed up to Spiritual Mountain, performing her body technique, disappearing among layers of white mist.

Gu Songzi had lived here for hundreds of years, so this place must be very safe, which was why Zhang Ruochen wasn’t worried about Qing Mo. He planned to make the best use of this half a month to refine himself so that his cultivation could be improved a step further.

Zhang Ruochen knew for sure that he would attract many enemies if they knew they had shown up in Xianji Mountain. He could only be at an advantage after he got stronger.

Whoosh!

Zhang Ruochen’s mind power entered his lower abdomen. He then had an astounding realization that the sirari of Buddha Emperor was also floating in his lower abdomen above Divine Fire Jingmie, giving out endless golden light. It looked divine.

“I swallowed the sirari of Buddha Emperor. How is it in my lower abdomen?”

Zhang Ruochen put his right hand on his forehead.

Rush!

The sirari of Buddha Emperor flew out of his lower abdomen, went through his martial deity print and fell onto his hand. It was only as large as a peanut, and there were Buddha characters on it.

Zhang Ruochen didn’t expect that he could solve the hidden problem of the sirari of Buddha Emperor by reconstructing his meridians.

“Holy Qi might have brought the sirari into my lower abdomen when the meridians and saint meridians were being constructed.”

Zhang Ruochen laughed as he’d gotten lucky after surviving a terror.

He put the sirari back to his lower abdomen. Sudddenly, it floated above Divine Fire Jingmie again, spinning slowly.

With the power coming from the sirari, Zhang Ruochen’s cultivation was surging quickly even if he wasn’t mobilizing his techniques.

The sirari of Buddha Emperor is indeed priceless. No wonder so many monks want it. I should be able to refine Xuanhuang Qi and enter Xuanhuang realm soon, Zhang Ruochen thought.

After entering the state of saint, it would very difficult for a monk to improve their level.

With the help of the sirari of Buddha Emperor, Zhang Ruochen was able to become an upper-class saint even when his meridians were all crushed.

And now, all his meridians had been reconstructed, and with the help of chaos Qi, Divine Fire Jingmie, and buddha of Buddha Emperor, his cultivation would only be improved at a faster pace.

My mind power should’ve reached mid-level-fifty-three, Zhang Ruochen thought.

Actually, there wasn’t a detailed categorization of mind power.

However, for mind power monks, they had different estimation of mind power. Those whose mind power had just reached level fifty-three were definitely nothing compared to those who had refined for decades at level fifty-three.

To Zhang Ruochen, the power from a mind power monk who had reached level fifty-three could range from Absolute Ground realm to Heaven pass realm.

He divided level fifty-three into four stages: basic stage, middle stage, later stage, and pinnacle stage.

The basic stage and the middle stage corresponded to absolute ground saints.

Later stage and pinnacle stage corresponded to heaven pass saints.

There was no doubt that the Fairy from Earth God Temple and Ying Huo from Immortal Temple had both reached pinnacle level fifty-three.

Besides, they also had great mastery over their mind power and owned impressive valuables, making them much stronger than normal mind power saints who were also at pinnacle level fifty-three. Perhaps only heaven pass blood generals could rival them.

As for mind power saints who were at level fifty-four, they corresponded to true saints and extreme saints.

Chu Siyuan, the leader of Painting Sect, had mind power at pinnacle level fifty-four. If he could improve again, he would reach level fifty-five, becoming a mind power saint king.

However, this step stopped many mind power saints from making a breakthrough.

It only took Zhang Ruochen a couple of days to turn his mind power from basic level fifty-three to middle level fifty-three, which was thrilling to other mind power saints, and all this could be attributed to Buddha Emperor’s sirari.

If Chu Siyuan could get the sirari from Buddha Emperor, he would instantly become a mind power saint king.

And then, Zhang Ruochen pulled out Abyss Ancient Sword, closing his eyes as if the sword integrated with him.

He would never feel this way when he wielded other swords.

Swish!

Zhang Ruochen shook his arm and wielded that giant black sword. He performed mysterious stepping techniques and left a phantom beside the lake.

His body and his lake seemed to have been combined as one.

Zhang Ruochen was fully immersed in wielding his sword. He didn’t even mobilize his holy Qi.

“Sword Technique Tianxin.”

“True-Thunder Fire Sword Technique.”

“Nine-death Sword Technique.”

“Time Sword Technique.”

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Zhang Ruochen performed all the sword techniques he’d tried before, and he could naturally perform every single move. It didn’t matter which sword technique he performed, he did it smoothly and with ease.

Zhang Ruochen only stopped when he smelled the soup coming from afar.

“I’ve already finished level nine of Sword Seven. I only have one level left before completing Sword Seven and becoming a sword saint.”

Zhang Ruochen looked forward to it. After all, every sword warrior wanted to become a sword saint.

Zhang Ruochen was one step away from fulfilling everyone’s dream.

The tenth level of Sword Seven, Sword No Regrets.

“Sword No Regrets is more of a state of life instead of a state of sword.”

Zhang Ruochen frowned as he felt that he couldn’t comprehend the final stage. Was it because he wasn’t experienced enough?

The aroma of the meal only got thicker. He couldn’t focus at all, so he just gave up temporarily.

Nobody knew where Qing Mo got the level-six savage beast to make a huge pot of soup. The soup was glowing with golden light, and there was meat and spiritual medicines inside.

Gu Songsi had rushed out of the thatched cottage a long time ago. His eyes popped while his saliva kept dripping. He asked, “Are you very great at pill way, Ms.Qing Mo?”

“No,” Qing Mo said.

“Impossible. Every spiritual medicine you put in the soup has a different characteristic, yet they’re perfectly mixed, making them much stronger. It’s as good as a saint pill already. Even I have never seen such a combo before.”

Gu Songzi couldn’t help staring at the pot. He licked his lips and said, “Have you finished yet?”

Qing Mo said, “This is the soup I made for my lord, not for you. Why’re you in a rush?”

Gu Songzi had been staying in Xianji Mountain for hundreds of years already, and he had been swallowing blood pills to empower his body. He had never eaten food before.

However, Qing Mo had just cooked a huge pot of soup in front of him, and Qing Mo’s cooking skills made the soup smell like heaven. How could he not be tempted by it?

Gu Songzi said seriously, “Zhang Ruochen has just recovered. He’s not fit for this kind of restoratives. As for me, I’ve starved for hundreds of years, so I’m really weak. I also helped Zhang Ruochen make his meridian-connecting pill, and I can’t even see straight now. I need to be reinvigorated.”

Zhang Ruochen heard the kind of shameless things Gu Songzi said. He couldn’t help smiling and said, “As long as you can tell me about the secrets of Death race, you can share the pot with me for sure.”