I Grind to Martial Saint

Han Yuan had mentioned the Source Seed because he knew it was the root cause of all this trouble.

Without the Source Seed, the Evil Demon Seed would never have appeared.

Upon hearing this, Monk Xu Hai fell silent for a moment before he couldn’t help but say, ”The Profound Celestial Alliance once brought back a small piece of Source Seed Shredded Meat from the Immortal Sect.”

”In the long years since, that small piece of Source Seed Shredded Meat was divided into many parts for research...”

”But according to the records I’ve consulted... there is currently only one research finding: this Source Seed Flesh is alive... and filled with a terrifying, corrupting power... Beyond that, there’s no other information.”

Hearing this, Han Yuan asked softly, ”In that case... where would the Immortal Sect be now?”

Monk Xu Hai replied in a low voice, ”On an island in the White Mist Sea... but as for its exact location, no one knows...”

’White Mist Sea...’ Han Yuan’s eyes narrowed.

”That’s right... Our world has four continents. The White Mist Sea is in the central region, separating and isolating all four of them...”

”The White Mist Sea holds endless dangers. Very few who venture into the white mist to explore ever return.”

Monk Xu Hai said softly.

”I see.”

Han Yuan silently committed the name White Mist Sea to memory.

”By the way, Abbot Xu Hai.”

”Wei Xiongtian mentioned before he died that he left a Martial Arts Secret Manual with you?”

Han Yuan asked.

”That’s right. The Nine Mountains Heart Guarding True Skill is indeed in my keeping.”

”It is good to pass it into Donor Han’s hands now, so that it will not be lost to obscurity.”

Xu Hai nodded.

He led Han Yuan back to the Great Vajra Temple.

He would have someone send Wei Xiongtian’s ashes back to the Celestial Net Department, where proper arrangements would be made.

As for the Nine Mountains Heart Guarding True Skill, it too was handed over to Han Yuan.

As dusk was falling, Han Yuan decided to stay at the Great Vajra Temple for one more night and leave the mountain the next day.

...

Inside a clean and simple meditation room.

The lamplight was but a small, flickering flame.

Han Yuan was studying the Nine Mountains Heart Guarding True Skill. As he continually flipped through the pages of the Secret Manual, his expression gradually grew serious.

After he had finished reading the entire Nine Mountains Heart Guarding True Skill, a look of ecstatic joy appeared in his eyes.

”I’ve really struck gold this time.”

”This Nine Mountains Heart Guarding Palace is truly incredible... It not only involves Body Refinement, but also refines the Heart Spirit.”

”According to this book’s introduction, Wei Xiongtian had likely only cultivated to the Fifth Layer.”

Han Yuan muttered to himself.

The so-called Nine Mountains Heart Guarding Skill had nine layers, and each layer was represented by a mountain.

From lowest to highest, they were: Iron Mountain, Copper Mountain, Black Mountain, Gang Mountain, Ba Mountain, Sha Mountain, Ancient Mountain, Divine Mountain, and Holy Mountain.

Each of these layers possessed different characteristics.

Upon reaching the Fifth Layer, Ba Mountain, one could comprehend a special Secret Technique: Overlord Body.

When Wei Xiongtian fought Han Yuan, this was the exact Secret Technique he used.

This Overlord Body could instantly increase the body’s defensive capabilities dozens of times over and grant immunity to all control effects.

Of course, it only lasted for a single instant.

If Han Yuan hadn’t activated the Second Stage of the Demon Whale Transformation, he might not have been able to break through his opponent’s Overlord Body.

In addition to emphasizing Body Refinement, this Cultivation Technique also tempered the Heart Spirit.

To complete the Cultivation, one had to visualize the form of each great mountain.

Han Yuan had only skimmed through it just now; he planned to study it in detail.

Meanwhile, the Orange Cat was already sprawled on the table, fast asleep and snoring softly, a trail of drool leaking from its mouth.

...

At this moment, at the mountain gate of the Great Vajra Temple.

Huaisan and another junior martial brother were on guard duty.

The two of them stood before the mountain gate, diligently watching their surroundings without a hint of laziness.

”Senior Brother Huaisan, did you hear?”

”That Donor Han went into the Demon Suppression Tower today and brought out the Demon Blade.”

The junior brother said.

”I heard about it too.”

”I never thought Donor Han would be so strong that he could even subdue the Demon Blade.”

Huaisan nodded.

Although the Demon Suppression Tower was a forbidden area within the Great Vajra Temple, they still knew a little about what was suppressed inside.

”Indeed... Seeing how young Donor Han is, he will definitely break through to the Divine Sea Realm in the future.”

The junior brother said with a hint of envy.

Han Yuan didn’t look much older than him.

Yet Han Yuan was already an Innate Grandmaster, while he himself was still in the Inner Qi Realm.

The gap was truly immense.

”It’s fine. We just need to maintain a peaceful mind.”

Huaisan said softly.

”You’re right.”

”My composure is still lacking!”

The junior brother realized his own shortcoming.

JINGLE JINGLE JINGLE~~

Just as they were talking, they suddenly heard a crisp, metallic clinking sound.

In the silent mountain forest, the sound instantly reached Huaisan’s ears.

He looked ahead.

He saw a monk dressed in tattered black robes, wearing a Conical Hat that obscured his features, holding a Zen Staff as he slowly approached.

The metallic clinking was the sound of the metal rings on the monk’s Zen Staff continuously striking one another.

”May I ask who you are?”

Seeing the other party’s attire, a flicker of vigilance crossed Huaisan’s eyes.

Even though the person was a monk, his appearance was far too strange.

Moreover, the man’s aura made Huaisan feel extremely uncomfortable.

”This humble monk... is Faceless.”

The strange monk came before Huaisan, his voice exceptionally hoarse.

’Faceless...’ Huaisan’s brows furrowed deeply.

He discreetly gestured to the junior brother behind him, signaling for him to go report to the Mountain Patrol Institute.

The junior brother’s heart jumped when he saw his senior brother’s gesture.

But he could only grit his teeth and, following Huaisan’s instructions, turn and leave.

The Faceless Monk paid the young monk no mind, simply standing motionless where he was, Zen Staff in hand.