Nine Nether Dragon Emperor-Chapter 73: Earth-Shattering, Unparalleled Fist Technique!
The Capital, Wang Family.
In the spacious backyard, a young man threw a punch.
The void trembled. Several meters away, the waters of the artificial lake suddenly parted, creating a trench several meters deep.
BOOM!
In the middle of the lake, a rockery exploded into powder!
Nearby, Wang Shijie, the Third Master of the Wang Family, was enjoying wine served by four maids. He stared, dumbfounded, his mouth falling open as wine trickled from the corner of his lips.
It took him a good while before he slapped his thigh, stood up, and exclaimed, "Holy shit, that’s incredible!"
"Quan’er, you’ve already mastered it?" he excitedly asked the young man.
Wang Quan bowed with his fists clasped, filled with excitement and gratitude. "Thank you, Adoptive Father, for obtaining the Invincible Divine Fist for me!"
Earlier, at an auction held by Bi Luo Palace, the Wang Family had spent a whopping 1.5 billion Element Crystals to secure this premier fist technique from the Martial God Temple!
As Wang Shijie downed another mouthful of wine, he waved his large sleeve. "Ha-ha, of course! Of course! It’s been less than two hours, and you’ve already grasped the essence of the fist technique. Your talent is absolutely top-notch! Your father didn’t misjudge you!"
At this point, his tone suddenly shifted. "Quan’er, when do you plan to set off for the Stele Forest?"
Before Wang Quan could reply, Wang Shijie sighed. "Our Wang Family couldn’t afford 1.5 billion Element Crystals on our own. We paid a hefty price to acquire this fist technique."
Wang Quan immediately responded, "I’ll set off right away. Don’t worry, Adoptive Father. With the Invincible Divine Fist mastered, I won’t fear Ning Xuan, even if his swordsmanship defies the heavens!"
Wang Shijie looked at him with a face full of gratification and patted his shoulder. "Quan’er, our Wang Family is counting on you!"
After speaking, he clapped his hands twice.
Four old men appeared in Wang Quan’s line of sight.
Wang Shijie smiled. "They’ll accompany you. Don’t worry, even if Ning Xuan uses his swordsmanship, he will be no match for you! Dad will be waiting for your triumphant return at the mansion!"
"Young Master Wang Quan, please," the four elders said in unison, taking their positions on either side of him.
"Quan’er, come. Your father wishes you a resounding victory. Just don’t blow Ning Xuan’s head clean off. Bring it back for your old man to use as a wine pot!"
As Wang Quan nodded, Wang Shijie’s tone changed again. "Quan’er, if... and I’m just saying if... you find yourself outmatched, don’t clash with him head-on. Provoke him into going to the Pride Hunting Ground. Someone there will take care of him!"
"Understood!"
Wang Quan acknowledged the order, then left with the four elders.
Once they were out of sight, Wang Shijie waved his hand. "Miao Miao, you stay. The rest of you are dismissed."
The three other maids left, leaving only the one who lifted her head—it was none other than Li Simiao.
Wang Shijie was very polite with her. "Miss, isn’t the Pride Hunting Ground only opened once every three years? Will it really open again this year?"
"Don’t ask what you shouldn’t know!"
「An hour earlier, at the Stele Forest.」
"Master, was the meal to your satisfaction?" Ning Xuan asked with a playful smile, his eyes twinkling as he finished cleaning the bowls and chopsticks. He looked at the old man, who was leaning back with an expression of pure contentment.
Despite the old man’s unkempt appearance and extreme capriciousness, he was undoubtedly an expert of the highest caliber. Ning Xuan was in desperate need of top-level Martial Skills, and he was sure that by serving the old man well, he would reap an unexpected harvest.
The old man opened his eyes, looked around, and seeing that the girl wasn’t there, he suddenly grabbed Ning Xuan’s hands and began to rant. "Why didn’t you get here sooner! I was about to puke from eating that girl’s cooking!"
WHOOSH!
A chisel flew from out of nowhere and embedded itself straight into the old man’s head.
Ning Xuan jumped, startled, and was about to help when he saw the old man casually pull the chisel out as if nothing had happened. Blood spurted from the wound.
"Old man, this—"
"It’s nothing, I won’t die. This is all your fault! Why did you have to go and slander Wawa?!"
Ning Xuan was dumbfounded.
Your talent for blatant lies is masterful; it just rolls right off your tongue!
At the same time, Ning Xuan was on high alert. He hadn’t even seen how the chisel had appeared. If his senior sister were to do that to him, he would be finished for sure.
Damn it! This vast Stele Forest is home to only two people, and neither of them is normal.
Never mind anything else, their names alone were capricious enough. The old man was just called Old Man. As for the young girl, she was called Wawa, and to make things weirder, she claimed her surname was Nü! Nü Wawa... the name literally meant ’female doll.’ When Ning Xuan had learned it a while back, he had nearly lost his composure.
"The sight of you annoys me! Get lost!" The old man flicked his sleeve again, and Ning Xuan found himself standing in a different part of the Stele Forest.
The old man’s phantom suddenly appeared before Ning Xuan, holding up four fingers. "Copy the stele in front of you," he commanded. "You have this long. If you can’t do it, I’ll have Wawa beat you to death!" The phantom then vanished.
Ning Xuan fixed his gaze on the stele. His eyes suddenly widened.
On its surface was a figure with its back to the world. Above the firmament, a great hand reached down.
PFFT!
Merely seeing this hand, Ning Xuan felt as though he had been struck by lightning and spat out a mouthful of blood. The terrifying Majestic Pressure crushed down on him, making it hard to breathe and urging him to submit.
A defiant fighting spirit burst from Ning Xuan’s eyes as his Divine Vein and Cultivation Secret activated simultaneously. His spine straightened like a sword as he looked at the stele once more.
The scene on the stone had somehow changed.
A phantom appeared in front of the figure with its back to the world. It threw a punch toward the great hand reaching down from the firmament. It was a fearless, dauntless, and unstoppable advance.
In a daze, Ning Xuan seemed to hear the explosion of the universe itself. The overwhelming heavenly might vanished without a trace.
He shook his head. When he looked at the stele again, there was no great hand, no phantom. There was only the back of a person etched into the stone. It looked completely ordinary, utterly mediocre, and nothing more.
A mighty wave stirred in Ning Xuan’s heart. What he had just seen was definitely not an illusion. This stele contained a world-shattering, unparalleled fist technique!
Ning Xuan was completely ecstatic. Deciding to come to the Stele Forest was absolutely the right choice!
He immediately adjusted his state, closing his eyes and quickly losing himself in meditation. The scene he had witnessed replayed in his mind, over and over. Gradually, the images he could recall became fewer and fewer... until they were all forgotten.
His tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open. Deep within them, a vision of collapsing heavens and exploding stars flashed and then disappeared!
In a room deep within the Stele Forest, the old man was leisurely picking his feet. Suddenly, he shot up on one leg, lost his balance, and fell flat on his face with a thud. Paying the fall no mind, he lifted his head, his eyes wide with astonishment.
Out in the forest, Ning Xuan picked up a nearby chisel and hammer and began to tap away on a smooth, empty stele. With a mind as clear as the Spiritual Platform, he entered a state of complete detachment.
As the back of a figure started to take shape on the stone, five individuals approached the Stele Forest. It was Wang Quan and his group.
The vast Stele Forest was unusually quiet, save for the rhythmic tapping sound echoing from somewhere within. The five of them followed the sound to its source, where they found a young woman chiseling a stone stele. Not far from her, a snow-white puppy lay sprawled on the ground.
When Wang Quan saw her profile, he was momentarily entranced. She was undoubtedly the most ethereal and stunning woman he had ever seen!
WOOF! WOOF!
The barking snapped him out of his stupor. Blushing, Wang Quan bowed with clasped fists, not daring to meet her gaze as he spoke politely, "Miss, my name is Wang Quan. I’m here for a friendly spar with Senior Brother Ning Xuan. Might I ask where he is?"
Wawa didn’t respond, but the puppy, Little White, stood up and trotted off in a certain direction.
Exchanging curious glances, the five of them chose to follow.
