Chapter 6: Waterfall Cultivation

  Shen Wu Jin's face revealed a sly smile: "Meng Qiu, you really are bold, last time you actually dared to refuse Brother Qiao, today I'll teach you a lesson, first beat you into a dead dog, and then take you to see Brother Qiao, let's see what you have to say." Meng Qiu had long been waiting for this moment, his eyebrows raised slightly, revealing a cold smile. It just so happened that he had recently made rapid progress, wanting to find someone to test his skills and gain combat experience, but unfortunately, there was no suitable opponent. Unexpectedly, Shen Wu Jin, this dog leg, came knocking on his door himself.

  "Is that so? You want to beat me to death?" Meng Qiu looked at his opponent with a hint of a smile, and this attitude made Shen Wuji pause for a moment.

  Shen Wuji originally thought that he would suddenly rush over and scare Meng Qiu to death, not saying kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, but also having to flee in a hurry. Who knew that Meng Qiu was calm as usual, which made him feel that his face was somewhat unacceptable, so he shouted: "Good boy, you're really capable of enduring, giving face doesn't want face, I'll hit!"

  As they spoke, he suddenly charged forward, taking several steps to appear in front of Meng Qiu. With a few feet between them, he threw out a punch, the fist wind howling, bursting forth with a violent start, and from the very beginning, he used the Tiger Overlord Fist.

  Meng Qiu's eyes flashed with a sharp glint, staring at this astonishingly powerful fist without flinching or dodging, standing firm in place.

  "Haha, Meng's been scared silly!" Sheng Wuji secretly laughed to himself, his hands moving even more viciously. His fist locked onto Meng Qiu's chest, this punch was sure to break Meng Qiu's breastbone, and he wouldn't be able to recover for half a year: "Meng, don't blame me, sparing your life today is already my mercy."

  Just as Shen Wuji's fist was about to hit, Meng Qiu suddenly moved, his figure fluttering like a ghost, and he was blown away by the fist wind, dodging sideways.

  "What!" Shen Wuji exclaimed, and suddenly felt a flash in front of his eyes, Meng Qiu had disappeared. Then before he could even think about what was happening, a fierce gust of wind attacked him from behind, and when he turned around to look, it was actually Meng Qiu who had struck, with the exact same move as before.

  "Not good!" Shěn Wújìn thought to himself, unable to understand how Mèng Qiū had mastered the Tiger Overlord Fist. In the midst of chaos, he raised his hand to defend himself, and in an instant, the two fists clashed, producing a thunderous sound. With a loud crash, the outcome was decided. Mèng Qiū stood still on the ground, while Shěn Wújìn let out a cry of surprise, clutching his wrist, stumbling backward four steps, his wrist twisted outward, and it was actually shattered.

  Shen Wu Jin's face turned deathly pale, cold sweat beading on his forehead, his eyes wide with shock and incredulity: "How is this possible? Meng something-or-other was clearly a useless waste, how could he have such strength? I must be seeing ghosts."

  And this also shocked everyone, Shen Wuji was originally a figure in the middle and upper ranks of the Black Clothes Sect, just now he made a move, everyone was waiting to see the show, who knew that Meng Qiu would break his wrist with one move, this is too unbelievable, completely unreasonable.

  Only Meng Qiu stood on the spot, with a smile that was not quite a smile on his face: "Shen Wuji, how is it? Didn't you want to beat me to death?"

  "Y...". Shen Wu Jin's face was beet red with anger, his teeth clenched tightly, but he didn't dare to retort again. Meng Qiu's display of strength earlier had left him in awe, and he had no idea what kind of extraordinary encounter Meng Qiu had experienced, but one thing was certain - he was absolutely no match for him. If he continued to be stubborn, he would only end up suffering more.

  "You're finished, Meng! You little beast, just you wait and see! Brother Qiao has already cultivated the Dark Spirit and advanced to a Purple Robe Disciple. Now that you're being arrogant, I'll report back to Brother Qiao and have you die without a burial site!" Shen Wuji secretly made up his mind, his lips tightly pursed, his eyes full of resentment, fiercely staring at Meng Qiu.

  "Is there nothing more to say?" Meng Qiu hummed, not even looking at Shen Wuji, and with a flash of her figure, she rushed into the forest, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

  The mountain forest was dense and difficult to navigate, but Meng Qiu had just won a battle against Shen Wuji, which made him exhilarated and his speed increased again, reaching an unprecedented level. In one breath, he flew swiftly for dozens of miles, until he stopped in front of a waterfall, where he slightly adjusted his true energy.

  "It seems that the Tiger Overlord Fist and the Dragonfly Step are indeed the best combination, Shen Wuji's skills are still above mine, but unfortunately his footwork and fist techniques are not as good as mine. The Tiger Overlord Fist has only reached the third level, and when it comes to actual combat, not only can't win, but also lose in one move, and my wrist was broken by him. However, I have not yet reached my limit, the speed of the Dragonfly Step still has room for improvement, and there is also the Ten Dragons Ten Elephants Skill, which should be improved as soon as possible, to see if it can help me reach a higher level with the Jade Symbol." Meng Qiu thought silently in his heart, quickly putting Shen Wuji behind him, then leaped forward, jumping down to the bottom of the waterfall.

  This is the place where Meng Qiu has been practicing for the past few days, a waterfall with a height of tens of meters, rushing down, roaring loudly, like a giant hammer pounding a mortar, creating a huge impact force under the waterfall. Meng Qiu chose to cultivate here, precisely to borrow the power of the waterfall, to stimulate his own potential, and thoroughly grasp the essence of the Ten Dragons Ten Elephants Technique.

  As soon as he plunged into the water, he immediately felt a tremendous force coming at him. Fortunately, this was not his first time, and he immediately sank his breath to his dantian, fixed his feet on the bottom of the river, then rotated his true energy, and from within his body, a faint dragon's roar and elephant's trumpet sounded out, resisting the enormous power generated by nature under the waterfall.

  In this case, Meng Qiu's True Qi consumption accelerated extremely fast with the Ten Dragons and Ten Elephants Technique, but its circulation speed also surpassed normal levels, causing his entire body's meridians, flesh, bones, and skin to produce slight tremors, a sign that his body had reached its limits. However, Meng Qiu remained still in meditation, silently enduring, using all his might to maintain it, exerting every trick in the book to counter the waterfall's impact.

  It was unknown how long it took, but Meng Qiu's consciousness had become unclear. In the chaotic water below, he abandoned all distracting thoughts and only focused on operating the Ten Dragon Ten Elephant Technique until his true energy was exhausted and his internal breath could no longer be maintained, before finally jumping out of the water.

  At this moment, Meng Qiu's whole body was tense with blood vessels bulging, his face was deathly pale, and he was panting heavily, but his eyes were still full of energy.

  After resting on the shore for a while, he jumped into the water again, repeating this process three times. As the sky was about to darken, he returned to Yun Tou Shan, but as soon as he entered Yun Tou Shan, he met a group of people in front of Xuan Jing Lou. These people were all black-clothed demon disciples, but Meng Qiu didn't recognize them. There were many disciples in Yun Tou Shan, and not knowing each other was nothing unusual.

  Meng Qiu had originally intended to walk over, but suddenly heard one of them exclaim excitedly: "Is what Shixiong said true? Was the Iron Corpse Taoist of Er Long Shan really beaten into a cripple?"

  Meng Qiu was taken aback and stopped in his tracks. The person mentioned, Tie Shi Dao Ren, was a well-known loose cultivator in the Zhe Dong region. In addition to the five major evil sects, there were many loose cultivators in Zhe Dong who practiced alone and passed down their own traditions. Tie Shi Dao Ren was one of them, cultivating the Iron Corpse Seven Killings Qi, with formidable strength and impressive abilities.

  "Not bad, I just got reliable news that Tie Shi Dao person was killed by a disciple of Lian Shi Zong, the person seems to be called Han Li, using Lian Shi Ba Fa, manipulating twelve corpse demons, and in just an instant, took away Tie Shi Dao person's arm, with an arrogant and extremely cruel attitude."

  "Impossible! Tie Shi Dao Ren is a master of the Condensed Corpse stage, with overwhelming strength, not to be underestimated. How could he lose to Han Li in the later stages of the Dark Spirit?"

  "Brother Chen, you think it's impossible, but Han Li of the Corpse Refining Sect has actually done it. This matter is not a secret, it's already been spread around, how can it be fake? However, to say that Han Li was able to win, he also took advantage of his twelve Purple Coffin Corpse Devils, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to easily defeat the Iron Corpse Daoist."

  Meng Qiu watched these people walk by, and his heart slightly stirred, thinking of Han Li.

  Han Li is a rising star in the Quanzhen Sect, and has only been practicing for three or four years. He has made rapid progress, astonishing everyone, and has even cultivated twelve purple corpse demons. With them under his control, he can fly through the skies and traverse the earth, and his combat strength is almost on par with that of Shi Wujing, the eldest senior brother of the Quanzhen Sect.

  Meng Qiu was so concerned about this news because three years ago, when he had just arrived at Yun Tou Mountain, he had met Han Li. Han Li was brought by an elder of the Corpse Refining Sect and was also a newcomer, with a round head and brain. At that time, the elder of the Corpse Refining Sect had said that Han Li was a genius and would definitely make a big splash. Unexpectedly, just three short years later, it had already come true, skipping levels to challenge, shocking everyone with one move.

  "Han Li! I wonder when I can stand shoulder to shoulder with him?" Meng Qiu thought involuntarily, his eyes flashing with a sharp glint, his strengthened conviction becoming even more unshakeable.