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Water Ink Panel: Starting with Bow Technique to Hunt the Sun and Patrol the Skies

A single beam of light could annihilate the world, a single blade of grass could sever the stars. Shen Qing transmigrated to a magnificent universe where immortals and mortals coexisted, becoming a lowly hunter. With the help of the Water Ink Panel, Shen Qing could endure the refinement of Qi-Blood and cultivate a hundred techniques. A technique, after a thousand hammerings, could border on art, and an art, after a hundred refinings, could border on Dao. From the common Bow Technique of rural hunting, to the Sky-Patrolling Sun Shooting Bow Technique; From the Nine Skills, which nourished and trained Qi and Blood, to the undying Six Paths of Reincarnation Technique; From the outward release of strength in Wind Defying Finger, to the Qi that suppressed mountains and rivers with the Eight Desolate Annihilation Seal; From enduring the refinement of Qi-Blood, he embarked on a difficult path of seeking Dao; to commanding the skies, with the divine might as if overseeing a prison, having mastered the balance of the six realms. It was only when Shen Qing looked back that he realized he had unwittingly become the supreme ruler above ten thousand Daos, an unparalleled True Monarch!

Pigeon Chang · Huyền huyễn
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284 Chs

Chapter 32 Evaluating Potential by Feeling the Bones, Excellent Material for Martial Arts

The towering Li Linfeng, with a bear-like back and waist, had already stood up. Nearly one meter ninety in height, he stood a full head above Shen Qing, looking down at him, exerting immense pressure.

Shen Qing even had the illusion that what stood before him was not a person, but a wall.

Li Linfeng asked in a deep voice, "Have you trained before?"

"I've practiced some Nine Skills."

"To what level?"

"I can already feel a warm Qi Sensing in my Dantian."

"Really? Have you nurtured Qi-Blood?"

Li Linfeng's gaze swept over Shen Qing, and suddenly, the corners of his mouth lifted into an intrigued smile, as if suddenly interested.

He clasped his hands into claws, and in a swift motion, like catching wind or grabbing shadows, he gripped Shen Qing's arms, pulling outward.

The action was so quick, as fast as a storm, that Shen Qing couldn't react at all.