Unaware that his registered disciple, Yan Lintong, had been boasting about him, Lu Yun was currently sitting in his room.
On the small table in front of him lay a cloth-wrapped piece of Immortal Flesh. He untied the bundle, revealing a black slab of meat half the size of a meditation cushion.
This portion was a bit larger than what he had gotten from Zhou Daniu and Zhou Lie last time.
Last time, two pieces of Immortal Flesh had taken him from 464 modified value to 5000. How much would this single piece give him?
Lu Yun was filled with anticipation. This time, he didn’t plan on saving any for Jingteng and the others.
Helping them refine the Immortal Flesh yesterday had consumed too much of his Divine Will True Qi, and he had used up a bit more last night.
Less than a third of the Divine Will True Qi in Lu Yun’s body remained. He needed to fully replenish his own reserves first.
Then, he sank his consciousness deep into his mind.
[Extreme Blue Martial Arts Modifier]
Name: Lu Yun
Gender: Male
Realm: Grandmaster of Divine Intent (Mid-stage)
Cultivation Technique: Ten Thousand Valleys Struggle Fist (2nd Floor), Glazed Radiant Body (1st Floor).
Modified Value: 1250
It had increased from 150 modified value to 1250, a total increase of 1100.
Lu Yun stared thoughtfully at the number. Last time, killing Count Thorne had given him exactly 1000 modified value.
This lingering spirit had been worth 100 more modified value than the Count. ’As expected, none of these Warlocks who inherited their arts from the Zulong Dynasty are pushovers.’
Snapping out of his thoughts, Lu Yun ate the entire cushion-sized piece of Immortal Flesh without a second thought.
Before long, the modified value in his mind soared.
[Extreme Blue Martial Arts Modifier]
Name: Lu Yun
Gender: Male
Realm: Grandmaster of Divine Intent (Mid-stage)
Cultivation Technique: Ten Thousand Valleys Struggle Fist (2nd Floor)—Modifiable, Glazed Radiant Body (1st Floor).
Modified Value: 6250
The modified value had jumped from 1250 to 6250, a full 5000 increase—much more than the last two pieces of Immortal Flesh combined.
The increase in modified value was in line with Lu Yun’s estimate. Then, his gaze fell on the line for Glazed Radiant Body.
The space after "1st Floor" was empty; the familiar word "Modifiable" hadn’t appeared.
Lu Yun froze for a moment.
’Holy crap! 6250 modified value isn’t even enough for the Glazed Radiant Body?’
His brow furrowed slightly as he stared at the line of text for a long time.
But on second thought, Lu Yun decided it was only natural.
He suspected that the Glazed Radiant Body was no longer a mere mortal Horizontal Cultivation Technique, but something closer to a celestial cultivation method.
At this rate, Lu Yun wouldn’t even be surprised if he stumbled upon a copy of the *Great Celestial Immortal Technique* one day.
After all, in the era before the Yin Dynasty, it was entirely possible that true Immortals actually existed.
In fact, there was a place that had always been on his mind.
The Overseas Immortal Island.
According to the Celestial Secret Pavilion, it was the only Teleportation Array left behind by the Immortals in this world.
It was said to lead to another world, but the Overseas Immortal Island itself didn’t seem to exist in this one.
He figured only those at the Manifest Saint True Monarch realm, a level above Grandmaster of Divine Intent, would have a chance of finding it.
"Manifest Saint True Monarch..." Lu Yun muttered the four words, a glimmer of longing in his eyes.
Then, he turned his attention to the line for the Ten Thousand Valleys Struggle Fist.
2nd Floor—Modifiable!
"Modify!"
Lu Yun didn’t hesitate. With a single thought, 4000 modified value was instantly consumed!
In an instant, a torrent of new information flooded madly into Lu Yun’s mind, drilling itself into his instincts through endless repetitions, deductions, and demonstrations.
It wasn’t text or mnemonic verses, but the insights from countless fist-shadows, endless variations, and innumerable days and nights of bitter training.
The 3rd Floor of the Ten Thousand Valleys Struggle Fist!
The Martial Dao Will, which had previously manifested as one hundred mountain peaks at its zenith, now instantly exploded into a vista of a thousand competing summits!
In Lu Yun’s mind, when he threw a punch, there was no fist-shadow, no surging Qi—only the magnificent sight of a thousand mountains vying for prominence!
One majestic Divine Mountain after another materialized from the void. Their peaks were sharp as if cast from metal, their ridges stacked ten thousand feet high, all shrouded in ethereal, immortal-like clouds.
The scene was too magnificent for words.
Lu Yun felt a power far beyond what he had before surging through his body. He was now just one step away from the final level, the Ten Thousand Valleys Surge.
And his power as a Mid-stage Grandmaster of Divine Intent, a realm he had only recently broken into, had once again been elevated.
Although he hadn’t yet broken through to the Late-stage Grandmaster of Divine Intent, he could already feel the bottleneck.
Most importantly, the two-thirds of his Divine Will True Qi that he had consumed was not only fully restored but was now much stronger than before.
[Extreme Blue Martial Arts Modifier]
Name: Lu Yun
Gender: Male
Realm: Grandmaster of Divine Intent (Mid-stage)
Cultivation Technique: Ten Thousand Valleys Struggle Fist (3rd Floor), Glazed Radiant Body (1st Floor).
Modified Value: 2250
The villa was exceptionally quiet today. Lu Yun sat on the living room sofa, slowly sipping a cup of tea held in his left hand.
A major incident had befallen the Shen Family. Shen Luofan, the third son of Lu Jingteng’s father-in-law—and Shen Luoying’s third older brother—had died. As a result, Lu Jingteng and his wife had rushed over early to offer their condolences.
Lu Jingjun, his strength greatly increased, hadn’t been idle either. He had taken Lu Yun’s Governor Appointment Letter to the military barracks to put affairs in order.
With Zheng Zhishan, a Grandmaster of Huajin, assisting him, Lu Yun was quite at ease.
His nephew, Lu Jingwu, was in charge of all operations for the Lu Family Trading Company and the three piers. He was probably so busy he was running off his feet, and Lu Yun never saw him.
As for his youngest son, Lu Jingyao, that kid spent all his days passionately toiling away at the Da Xin Publishing House.
From time to time, he would join other aspiring patriots from across the Daxia New Country to critique the state of affairs and stir emotions with their writing.
Lu Yun heard he had recently published a few more scathing articles, tearing into the Military Governors of several northern provinces.
His second daughter-in-law, Li Zhiyu, hadn’t gone out. She was playing in the garden with Lu Yun’s six grandchildren.
With Lu Fu and numerous Lu Family guards accompanying them, they were perfectly safe.
’Everyone is busy. It’s good to be busy,’ Lu Yun thought. ’But right now, I feel like an empty-nester longing for some attention!’
Fortunately, as if heaven knew Lu Yun was bored out of his mind, a servant guarding the Lu Family gate hurried into the villa, bowed, and said, "Great Old Master, Shopkeeper Chen Mo of Huichun Hall has arrived!"
Hearing this, a rare smile appeared on Lu Yun’s face. "Oh? Quickly, invite Brother Chen in!"
Before long, an old man wearing reading glasses and a long gray gown walked in from outside.
Lu Yun had already risen from the sofa and quickly went to greet him. "Brother Chen, what brings a busy man like you to my home?"
Chen Mo looked up at Lu Yun, and his eyes instantly went wide. His jaw dropped so far you could fit an egg in it.
He raised a trembling hand and pointed at Lu Yun, speechless for a long moment. "You... you..."
"Am I seeing things? Or am I about to die and starting to hallucinate?"
"Younger Brother Lu, how have you gotten even younger!"
Chen Mo was sixty-five years old and had practiced medicine his entire life. He had seen plenty of strange and wondrous things.
Logically speaking, Chen Mo was at an age where he should be unfazed by favor or disgrace, where he wouldn’t flinch even if Mount Tai collapsed before him. But right now, he was truly stunned.
Some time ago, Chen Mo had seen the sensational news in the papers, saying Lu Yun was some Grandmaster of Divine Intent, the first in all of Daxia or something.
At the time, he had even said to his son, Chen Haonan, "Your Uncle Lu really has a few tricks up his sleeve, doesn’t he?"
But Chen Mo never in a million years expected that the next time he saw Younger Brother Lu, he would look like this.
He’d been a doctor for decades. Of course, he knew that martial artists could strengthen their bodies and live long lives, but he had never seen one who could reverse their age!
Lu Yun smiled slightly at his reaction. "Brother Chen, why be so surprised? Whatever it is, let’s sit down and talk."
The two sat down on the sofa, and a servant quickly brought in hot tea. For a moment, steam curled up from the cups, filling the air with a delicate fragrance.
Chen Mo took several large gulps of tea before he was finally able to calm his turbulent emotions.
He stared at Lu Yun, looking him up and down, and finally let out a long sigh, his face a mask of regret. "If I’d known this was possible, I would have studied martial arts back then! What was the point of learning all that damn Imperial Physician medicine!"
Chen Mo paused, then added, knowing he wasn’t cut out for martial arts, "Then again, I don’t have your talent, Younger Brother Lu."
Before Lu Yun could respond, Chen Mo put down his teacup and said seriously, "Younger Brother Lu, in seven days, it will be my sixty-sixth birthday."
"As it happens, I’ve heard that the most famous opera troupe from Demon Sea City is arriving in Yun Port City."
"They say that Mr. Mei is a celestial talent—his singing, his movements, his stage presence are all superb. So, I plan to invite them to perform at my home."
"When the time comes, how about you come and liven up the party for me, Younger Brother Lu?"
Chen Mo was a doctor who followed his heart. He never cared about titles like "Grandmaster of Divine Intent" or "Governor of Yun Port City"; he only valued Lu Yun as a person. That was why the two had been old friends for over a decade.
Lu Yun looked at Chen Mo, a sincere smile spreading across his face. "Of course. Since you’ve asked, Brother Chen, I will be there no matter what."
Hearing this, Chen Mo burst out laughing. "HAHAHA! I knew I didn’t misjudge you!"
"Ah, Younger Brother Lu, you’re just as straightforward as ever!"

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