Chapter 925: Farewell to the Buddhist Lion Roar

It took Kai Xin a full forty minutes to complete three full cycles of practicing the “Yijin Jing,” which reminded him of his first experience using a mental technique in the game—yielding great gains and surprising results. The same was true this time. Although his internal energy had already reached 603 points, showing minimal progress in terms of internal cultivation, the requirements for practicing the “Yijin Jing” were extremely strict. Expanding his meridians from 200 points still produced significant effects; within forty minutes, his internal energy increased by over three points. Additionally, his bone strength and arm strength each improved by one point, and his comprehension seemed to have reached a new level as well. The level of the “Yijin Jing” had only reached 5.7, yet his internal energy increased by 3.4, along with improvements in his innate attributes—something unprecedented… If not for the urgent matter of Master Xuan Kong’s “Zhenlong Canju,” Kai Xin might have sought a quiet place to thoroughly practice the “Yijin Jing” and other martial arts, aiming to reach the Liberation Realm within a week!

But… Kai Xin was already eager to acquire “True Dragon in Ten Generations.”
“…”
After bowing respectfully toward the foggy area, Kai Xin left Punishment Peak. A group of Shaolin disciples exchanged glances.
“Was that our senior just now?”
“It seems so.”
“He looks like a completely different person.”
“His eyes are bright, his stride is confident—he truly seems more poised.” By the time they looked again, Kai Xin had disappeared from the chains.
“The gale between the peaks seems to have an effect on the ‘Yijin Jing’ as well.”
On his way away from Punishment Peak, Kai Xin made another astonishing discovery: it seemed that when under attack, the level of the “Yijin Jing” fluctuated slightly. Though the increase was minimal, Kai Xin could clearly sense through internal vision that some movement appeared around his muscles and bones, blocking the gale’s assault—granting the “Yijin Jing” defensive effects usually associated with protective techniques.
“Maybe it can be practiced not only as a mental technique but also as a form of protection… Since the gale isn’t strong enough, I could try it with bandits to see if the speed can be increased…” Lost in thought, Kai Xin descended the mountain eagerly.

By now, a flat and wide path lay ahead of him. All he had to do was follow the experience he had gained in another world.
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A ruined temple on Songshan Mountain.
Just as he had seen before, the strong and muscular Monk Zhi Heng stood at the temple entrance, his brows lowered, his gaze calm as he blocked countless martial arts masters who came seeking him.

In Happy’s joyful eyes, all these people outside the temple were indeed martial arts masters. Almost everyone here was a player who had reached the Liberation Realm, with disciples from various sects—men, women, old and young, a truly diverse crowd. Different from another world. In this martial world that had been operating for five years, most players no longer relied solely on swords and blades; many had found their own paths and even achieved remarkable accomplishments. Men, women, old and young all carried weapons that were similar yet distinct—swords sheathed in scabbards, cunning assassins; massive iron-sawed blades; players who looked ordinary, with their hands tucked in their sleeves, seemingly harmless, yet exuding a faint edge like cold weapons; monks with half-moon shovels; burly men carrying one-legged bronze figures; beautiful women covered in spikes; boys holding celestial umbrellas; and those clearly wearing old woman masks… In short, none of those who could come here were easy to deal with. Happy quietly heightened her vigilance, ignoring the impatient and scornful looks of many, and pushed through the crowd to stand in front of Monk Zhiheng. “Amitabha! Dear donors, no one is allowed to approach while my master is entertaining guests!” This statement was naturally not directed at Happy, but at the few players in the Liberation Realm who had stepped forward to Zhiheng. The five of them, grouped together, seemed to be companions, and they glared at Zhiheng impatiently: “Damn it, what kind of guests is your master entertaining? Will it ever end? Tell him I can break his game strategy.” “I’ve been waiting here for three days already!” “Amitabha.” “Sisong! I told you to calm down—this monk isn’t easy to provoke.” “What, not easy to provoke? He’s just loud!” The burly man holding the one-legged bronze figure looked fierce and arrogant, but his strength was undoubtedly extraordinary. Happy glanced at him from the side. The one-legged bronze figure in his hands was buried deep in the ground—weighing at least three hundred pounds. Such a person’s strength was likely even beyond that of the naturally gifted “Rongsen”. But… Monk Zhiheng’s “Buddha’s Roar” was a pure Shaolin secret technique. In the past, Xie Xun had used it to defeat countless masters, a skill no ordinary person could match. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to hold back so many players in the Liberation Realm alone and maintain order. “Damn it, if it weren’t for those Shaolin secret techniques inside, I wouldn’t be wasting my time here…” “Enough, stop talking.” The five noticed that everyone around them was staring, so they fell silent for a moment. … “Hmph, another group trying to break in and rob everything.”

As happy laughter of disdain rang out around him, it immediately caught happy’s attention. Despite a year and a half having passed, happy quickly understood what was going on. Over the past five years, the Zhenlong Puzzle had remained unsolved, but news of the room filled with secret Shaolin martial arts manuals had already spread far and wide. Many people even speculated that the Zhenlong Puzzle was impossible to solve, so they resorted to forcing their way in to steal the manuals. But… such thoughts were clearly ignorant. Based on happy’s understanding of the “Ten Styles of the True Dragon” and Master Xuan Kong, Master Xuan Kong was at least a legendary figure at the Mythical Realm level. The “Ten Styles of the True Dragon” wielded by such powerful beings in close combat was unmatched by anyone in the martial world. Just one move, “Dragon Seizing Hand,” could easily stop a top-tier legendary expert like Shi Zhi Xuan, unless the player’s strength surpassed his. Not to mention the moves from the Wuwei Realm and Mythical Realm that even happy had never seen! … As he pondered, suddenly a furious roar came from inside. “Bald bastard!” The noise inside the Temple of Martial Arts immediately drew the attention of countless people. Countless eyes focused on the tightly closed doors of the small temple, as well as on Monk Zhi Heng. At that moment, the noise inside seemed to serve as a signal, prompting action from those outside. Suddenly, a dozen or so players rushed forward from the front of the crowd, each breaking through Monk Zhi Heng and charging toward the temple doors. Boom!!! Several people simultaneously used their palm strength from a distance, shattering the temple doors. “Your scriptures are mine now!!” Happy watched closely and heard that voice as a dark figure rushed out of the secret room and appeared in the temple hall, his face filled with ecstasy. Inside and outside working together! A shocking thought flashed through happy’s mind. Roar!!!! Just then, Monk Zhi Heng moved. His monk robes swelled like those of Maitreya, and he exuded an aura of authority even without anger. He opened his mouth wide, and a powerful sound wave split into a dozen visible, oddly shaped air currents. A lion’s roar. To outsiders, it merely felt like a violent shaking of the air, lacking the overwhelming impact it usually had. Yet those visible sound wave currents instilled an intense sense of danger. Sure enough, those who had rushed out to destroy the temple doors were hit simultaneously in mid-air. Although each of them activated their protective barriers at the last moment, everyone felt sorry for them. Sound waves could not be defended against by such barriers; otherwise, how could the Six-Fingered Piano Demon become so famous in the martial world? Bang! Bang bang!!!

A group of players who went to provide support were simultaneously blown away by the Buddha’s roar and fell unconscious. At that moment, Kai Xin seized the opportunity to dash out from the crowd. Before Monk Zhi Heng could become alert, he rushed at the players in the temple hall, shouting angrily, “This is a sacred place of Buddhism! How dare you, a bunch of scoundrels, act recklessly here! Master Zhi Heng, I am a disciple of Master Xuan Zhi. I’ll help you capture this man!” The players behind, intimidated by Monk Zhi Heng’s power, almost jumped up in anger upon hearing Kai Xin’s words… With his constant references to the sacredness of the place and his claim to be a disciple of Master Xuan Zhi, he actually managed to fool Monk Zhi Heng into not attacking him. Seizing the chance, Kai Xin rushed into the temple like an arrow leaving the bow. In the blink of an eye, the player who had come out of the secret room already had the secret manual in hand, waiting for his comrades to come in to assist him. Seeing his own people knocked down by Zhi Heng, another player who had entered, cursing him as a scoundrel, sneered and mercilessly struck him with a palm. The palm was pitch black! A foul wind blew towards Kai Xin, ready to tear him apart in this sacred place. Kai Xin remained calm, slowly spreading his arms, stepping forward, and using his dragon-clawed arms like diamond-like barriers to block the opponent’s desperate grab, then reversing the grip on the opponent’s arm. The opponent was shocked. Before he could react, a golden leg strike hit his chin from an impossible angle. With a cruel crunch of bones, the thief who had stolen the scriptures was kicked into the air, his consciousness fading. “I appreciate your help, young disciple.” As if moved by the wind, Master Xuan Kong’s voice came from beside him, “I heard you say just now that you are a disciple of my younger brother Xuan Zhi. Is that true?” Turning around, Kai Xin saw that Master Xuan Kong had appeared beside him somehow, deliberately or not, blocking the entrance. Kai Xin was surprised. He gained a deeper understanding of Master Xuan Kong’s strength. Just his movement skills were likely beyond even Evil King Shi Zhi Xuan. The chance of that thief escaping Master Xuan Kong’s grasp was zero. “I have been a disciple of my master for eight years. Not long ago, my master rescued me from the mountains and I recuperated in the bamboo forest for a long time. Only today was I granted permission to leave the mountain. Unexpectedly, I saw that the small temple where my uncle lives had been invaded by thieves…” “Hmm, not bad. My younger brother Xuan Zhi is indeed a man of refined character. I saw that you could use ‘Dragon-Claw Hands’ and ‘Vajra Demon-Subduing Legs’ quite well. You truly are a disciple of Shaolin. Thank you for your help just now.”

As Master Xuan Kong spoke, he swept his hand over the player on the ground; the scriptures that had been stolen were now in his grasp. “The Shaolin scriptures must not fall into Old Na’s hands.” He paused for a moment, then fixed his gaze on Happy, who had not moved. “Younger brother Xuan Zhi loved playing games since he was young. I wonder how much the young master has learned. Would you be interested in playing a game with Old Na…”