You said it was a useless body, yet you punched a saint to pieces?

Chapter 51 Departure

Inside Tingfeng Pavilion, Wang Dao sat cross-legged and took out a jade bottle.

As the cork was pulled out, a wave of scorching heat rushed out, and the golden-red liquid inside resembled flowing magma, radiating a chillingly high temperature.

"Fire Yang Spirit Liquid..."

Wang Dao looked at the precious medicine in his hand, his lips twitching slightly. This rare fire-attribute spiritual liquid, coupled with the extremely obscure "Burning Heaven Crimson Fist," was clearly a package that the old man, the Martial Madman, had prepared specifically for him.

"That old man is indeed a cunning and shrewd old fox; he had planned everything all along."

Wang Dao cursed under his breath, then composed himself and began to study the boxing manual.

If the "Giant Spirit Carrying Mountain Fist" is a majestic, immovable ancient divine mountain, emphasizing the word "suppression," then the "Burning Heaven Crimson Blaze Fist" is a world-destroying torrent of fire that ravages the heavens and earth, emphasizing the word "explosive."

My fist is like the sun, burning away all the wilderness; its majestic power is unstoppable!

Its core principle is to mimic the collapse and explosion of the Great Sun's core, compressing the intense and domineering blood and energy within the body to an extreme degree, and then detonating it completely the moment it touches the enemy, generating devastating power.

Once they make a move, it's a fight to the death!

Thanks to his terrifying talent, which was close to the limit of genius, Wang Dao only needed to read through the boxing manual once to deduce countless trajectories of blood and qi circulation in his mind. Those obscure key points were as transparent as transparent in his eyes.

"Gulp."

Wang Dao tilted his head back and swallowed the magma-like Fire Yang Spirit Liquid in one gulp.

"boom!"

A violent surge of heat exploded in his abdomen, rushing wildly along his meridians, as if to burn away his internal organs.

Wang Dao dared not be negligent. He suddenly sprang up, assumed a boxing stance, and began to practice this domineering boxing technique.

In an instant, the temperature inside the Listening Wind Pavilion rose sharply.

Wang Dao's entire body was radiating crimson light from every pore, as if he had transformed into a fiery deity walking among mortals.

Golden-red flames danced wildly around him, a strange phenomenon caused by the intense friction between his blood and the medicinal power of the spiritual liquid.

He constantly contemplated the terrifying scene of the sun burning the sky in his spiritual world, gradually integrating the fist intent, which was powerful enough to burn mountains and boil seas, into his very bones.

With a single punch, the air distorted, as if even the void itself was being burned through by the extreme heat.

This bottle of Fire Yang Spirit Liquid has amazing medicinal power, enough to support him for hundreds of training sessions.

For the next five days, Wang Dao completely immersed himself in frenzied cultivation.

Five days later, at dawn.

Wang Dao slowly finished his practice, and the lingering flames around his body receded like a tide, being resealed back into his body.

He opened his eyes, and deep within his pupils seemed to be two golden flames burning quietly.

"Hard work pays off, and we've finally achieved some success."

Wang Dao felt the destructive power within his body that could erupt at any moment, and his eyes were filled with joy.

With his genius-level comprehension and top-tier resources like the Fire Yang Spirit Liquid, he mastered a powerful fist technique to a minor level in just five days. If word got out, this speed would be enough to terrify a whole host of so-called geniuses.

He casually opened the panel.

[Source Point]: 72

"Hundreds of punches over five days, yet only ten were deemed valid?"

Looking at the source points that had only increased by ten, Wang Dao sighed helplessly. The system's criteria for judging focus and perfection were ridiculously harsh.

Making money is harder than climbing to heaven.

Wang Dao casually picked up the Longyuan Sword from the table, stored it inside his body to nurture it, and cast his gaze toward the vast distant mountains outside the window, a chilling glint flashing in his eyes.

"However, although this amount of source points is not much, it is enough. Next, it's time to venture into the Ten Thousand Mountains."

After changing into a set of sleek black martial arts clothes that allowed for easy movement, Wang Dao pushed open the door and stepped out, ready to set off immediately.

Outside the pavilion, a maid had been waiting for some time. Upon seeing Wang Dao emerge, she immediately bowed in greeting.

"Seventh Young Master, the Princess Consort requests your presence at the Wutong Courtyard after you emerge from seclusion."

Wang Dao was slightly surprised, as his mother usually kept to herself and rarely took the initiative to see him.

"Did the princess say what it was about?"

"I dare not presume to know what the Princess is thinking," the maid said, bowing her head respectfully.

Wang Dao nodded, asked no more questions, and walked straight towards the Wutong Courtyard.

The courtyard was filled with the fragrance of flowers. Zheng Wanqing, dressed in an elegant moon-white casual dress, was carefully pruning a blooming peony with a small pair of gold scissors.

She wore no makeup, her jet-black hair was simply tied up with a wooden hairpin, and sunlight filtered through the leaves, illuminating her and giving her a gentle and serene air.

"Getting ready to go to the Ten Thousand Mountains?"

Before Wang Dao could get close, Zheng Wanqing put down the golden scissors, turned around, and her gentle gaze fell on him.

Wang Dao nodded and said frankly, "I also want to try my luck and see what it's like there."

"Staying in the comfort of the Prince's mansion all the time, lacking the tempering of life and death, his progress in martial arts has become somewhat sluggish."

Zheng Wanqing smiled sweetly, and in that instant, it seemed as if all the flowers in the courtyard had lost their color, and only her breathtaking smile remained in the world.

"You can't just rush over empty-handed."

With a wave of her hand, several exquisite jade bottles flew to Wang Dao's front, along with a jade talisman engraved with ancient sword patterns.

"These contain healing and restorative elixirs; use them sparingly."

"This sword talisman was given to me by Old Man Wu yesterday. He said he forgot to give it to you. It contains a wisp of his sword intent, which can save your life in a critical moment."

Looking at the gentle and refined woman before him, and feeling her unspoken care, Wang Dao felt a warmth in his heart and was about to say something.

"Alright, whatever you want to say, we'll talk about it when you get back safely." Zheng Wanqing directly dismissed him, her tone light but firm. "Be careful on the road, there are quite a few people watching you."

Wang Dao put the items into his robes, bowed deeply to Zheng Wanqing, and turned to leave.

After walking a few steps out of the Wutong Courtyard, I bumped into Wang Long at the corner of the garden.

Wang Long, dressed in a magnificent purple python robe, noticed Wang Dao's sharp attire and a fleeting, almost imperceptible, glint of something else flashed in his eyes before he put on a fake smile.

"Seventh Brother, are you going out?"

Adhering to the principle of not hitting a smiling face, Wang Dao also forced a smile: "It's too stuffy in the mansion, let's go out for a walk and get some fresh air."

"Oh? Then you have to be careful. It's not peaceful outside, it's very dangerous," Wang Long said, pretending to give a warning.

Wang Dao's heart stirred slightly. Wang Long, this weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken, was definitely up to no good.

But he remained outwardly calm, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, and said, "Thank you for your concern, Third Brother. I understand."

After saying that, he brushed past Wang Long and walked straight toward the gate of the Prince's Mansion.

Wang Long slowly turned around, watching Wang Dao's receding figure. The fake smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a sinister and fierce look.

At the very moment that Wang Dao's figure completely disappeared outside the gates of the royal palace, in countless dark corners of the vast royal city, figures that had been lying in wait for a long time quietly moved.

Sunlight streamed down at the armory gate, where the Martial Madman lay sprawled out.

His eyes were closed, and there was even a suspicious glint of moisture at the corner of his mouth. With his steady breathing, he made a soft snoring sound, just like a farmer taking a break in the afternoon.

Just then, the murderous intent that surged from the Wutong Courtyard caused the Martial Madman on the recliner to stop snoring.

He slightly raised the corners of his mouth, tilted his head, and faced the direction of the Wutong Courtyard, as if he could see through the layers of courtyard walls and see that beautiful figure filled with murderous intent.

"Tsk."

A soft click escaped his lips, tinged with a hint of mockery.

"This princess... after all these years, she still has the same temper, exploding at the slightest provocation."

He slowly opened one eye, and there was no trace of sleepiness in that eye, only a clear understanding of everything and a smile that seemed to enjoy watching the drama unfold.

"I didn't expect her to care so much about that kid."

Wu Kuangren muttered to himself, stretched, sat up, grabbed a jug of cheap wine from the stone table next to him, tilted his head back and took a big gulp, the spicy liquid flowing down his rugged chin.

"What a tragedy! I'd really like to see who subdues whom."

He shook his head, his mocking smile deepening.

"Fine, this saves this old man from having to take action."

The Martial Madman grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

After saying that, he casually tossed the wine pot aside, lay back down on the bamboo chair, crossed his legs and put them on the stone table, changing to a more comfortable position.