Chapter 887

[Name: Wang Duan (Ling Zhiyuan)]

[Age: 15]

[Cultivation: Martial Apprentice]

[Technique: Xuan Tian Seven Deadly Wheel (Corpse Dog): 45/100]

[Potential: 82]

Wang Dust’s descent into the Cangqing Realm this time was very different from the last time he entered the Misty Mountain Realm.

Although it was also a soul penetration, he had awakened his true soul at the very beginning and quickly received all the memories of his original body.

Putting aside the perilous situation he was facing at the moment, at least it saved a great deal of time and avoided the appearance of an untimely encounter while his consciousness was in chaos.

The external panel was also brought over as before, again in a super simplified version.

Although Ling Zhiyuan didn’t like practicing martial arts, what he had learned was the Ling family’s true secret technique, the Xuan Tian Seven Deadly Wheel.

Taoists say that people have seven pranas, each with its own name: the first prana is the corpse dog, the second prana is the ambush vector, the third prana is the sparrow yin, the fourth prana is the swallowing of thieves, the fifth prana is non-poisonous, the sixth prana is the removal of filth, and the seventh prana is the stinking lungs!

The Seven Deadly Souls in the Xuan Tian Seven Deadly Souls Wheel corresponded to the seven human souls!

Ling Zhiyuan’s martial arts talent is very high, despite his usual aversion to practicing martial arts and his love of laziness, he still entered the first prana, and condensed the Corpse Dog Wheel among the Seven Deadly Fates Wheel of Xuan Tian.

Xuan Tian Seven Deadly Wheel as the Ling family’s secret, its rank is very high, one prana one round seven prana seven rounds, can be cultivated until the highest seventh order of the realm of the Martial Saint.

It was only that the Ling Family’s treasured technique only had the first five rounds, and the last two rounds were said to have been lost a long time ago.

However, cultivating to the fifth round and stepping into the realm of Martial Sage was enough to make one party proud!

So Wang Chuan couldn’t really complain about the poor start, this body’s starting point was very high – it was born in Rome!

Wang Chuan didn’t ignore the “Potential” column at the end of the panel, the number inside was actually as high as 82 points.

And at the end of the Feats column, the “+” sign was clearly visible.

He tried adding 1 point to it.

[Potential-1]

[Feat: Xuan Tian Seven Deadly Wheel (Corpse Dog): 46/100]

This potential point could really increase the experience value of the feat, and since the value was very high, as long as Wang Chen was willing, he could now brush the Xuan Tian Seven Deadly Wheel with the second prana and condense the Fuya Wheel!

Becoming a second rank warrior.

But Wang Chen would never be so reckless, although adding points was great, adding so many at once was going to be a big problem.

He suppressed the impulse in his heart and began his next move.

First of all, Wang dust in Dai Peng’s body searched out two packets of gold wound medicine and a bag of marching pills, as well as some loose silver and copper money.

Marching Pills were not pills, but a kind of dried food made from refined meat and tonic medicines, which was initially the portable rations for army generals, and later also used by countless martial artists as food to fill up their hunger and replenish their qi and blood.

The nutritional content of the marching pill was very high, a baby fist size could basically fill up the stomach, and this stuff could be stored for a long time, so many people would bring a bag with them when they went out.

Dai Peng’s bag of marching pills only two left, has long been hungry Wang Dust do not care about dryness, directly tear and swallow.

After eating a marching pill, the inside of his stomach was warm and full.

Strength was restored by a few points.

And that’s all Wang Dust could find on Dai Peng’s body, the latter’s weapon had already been lost on the way to escape.

Just as Wang Dust was about to bury his body, suddenly his mind moved.

Wang Chen probed his hand and pulled out the short blade that was stuck in Dai Peng’s back.

A bright silver blade instantly came into view!

This short blade was only seven inches long, and the blade was as thin and sharp as a cicada’s wing, which was why Dai Peng was able to hold on and bring Ling Zhiyuan to safety despite being hit by the knife.

Wang Dust held the blade in his palm and waved it around with his trusty hand.

It was a good blade.

He suddenly realized that where the blade was connected to the hilt, two words the size of a grain of rice were engraved.

Broken Soul.

The language and writing of the Cangqing Realm was different from that of the Haotian Realm, but Wang Chen had obtained Ling Zhiyuan’s body and all of his memories, so there was naturally no obstacle in this regard.

Blade of Broken Soul – that’s a good name!

Wang Chen carefully put it away.

Then he found stones in the cave and built a grave for Dai Peng.

The conditions were limited and there wasn’t enough time, so Wang Dust could only do this much.

Finally, when he extinguished the bonfire, he took a burning piece of firewood and left the cave.

The cave wasn’t deep, and after walking a hundred steps or so, he saw the faint bright light of the exit.

Wang Dust quickly exited the cave.

This place was very hidden, surrounded by lofty mountains and lush primitive forests.

Wang Chuan moved a few large stones from the neighborhood, sealed the cave entrance tightly, and pulled some vines and grasses to cover it.

His intuition told him that this place is not suitable to stay for a long time, so he chose a direction to go forward.

Here, the mountains are high and the forest is dense, there is no ready-made road to go, Wang dust all the way through the thorns and thistles, the speed wants to be fast but can’t get up fast.

While hurrying, he paid attention to the various colors of plants growing around him, and from time to time pulled down some grasses and fruits to sniff the pistils.

With great success, Wang Chuan found a kind of grass fruit similar to mace in the dense forest.

After crushing this greenish-blue grass fruit, it would emit a very pungent and stimulating odor.

So Wang Dust searched carefully in the neighborhood and packed a bag full of it with his coat.

Then he crushed it in large handfuls, threw the crumbs around, and applied the juice from his hands to the tree trunk.

Finally, including the coat, Wang Dust tore pieces and threw them.

He acted like this to guard against the enemy’s tracking, it might be a waste of effort, but caution made perfect.

The Ling family had kept a pack of hunting dogs, which Ling Zhiyuan had once taken on hunting trips, knowing how keen these guys’ sense of smell was!

His current strength was too weak, not to mention finding out the truth to avenge Ling Hongyun and Dai Peng, his own safety could not be guaranteed.

And not long after Wang Chen left the cave, about an hour later, a group of people hurriedly appeared in the nearby mountain forest.

Two of the leading martial artists were each holding a hound.

These two long-tailed, thin dogs sniffed back and forth on the ground and suddenly barked furiously in the direction of the cave entrance!

“This way!”

The martial artist who was holding the dogs was instantly energized and immediately let go of the leash in his hand.

The two hounds rushed to the entrance of the cave like an arrow off the string, barking once again.

Soon the vines that hid the cave entrance were ripped apart, the stones that sealed the cave entrance were also removed, a dozen or so martial artists with sharp blades entered the cave, acting swiftly and sensitively with a tacit understanding, obviously extraordinary elite soldiers.

Not long after, Dai Peng’s corpse was dragged out.

“That little brat isn’t here!”

A martial artist said to a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression, “He should have just run away not long ago, and the charcoal inside is still hot.”

The middle-aged man grimaced and waved his hand, “Chase!”

The team then hurriedly set off again, being led by the two hounds as they continued deeper into the mountains and forests.

As a result, after chasing them for a few miles, the two hounds suddenly sneezed frequently and were spinning around in place, tears streaming out of their eyes.

The pursuers also smelled the pungent odor and could not help but look at each other.

The middle-aged man who was obviously the leader slapped his palm on the big tree next to him and said hatefully, “Little bastard!”