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"Friend, please leave the Azure Peak Sword!" A voice floated over like a song from afar.
Jiang Han, however, did not even glance at it. With a wave of his right hand, he reached out and enveloped the Qingfeng Dao Sword, forcibly drawing it into his grasp and suppressing it with a torrent of true essence.
"Congratulations to the host for completing the special check-in. Reward: Heavenly-level advanced Cultivation Method 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill,' with an innate proficiency of 80%."
Jiang Han felt a surge of joy; he hadn't expected the system to reward him with this martial art! If he remembered correctly, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill was the supreme protective skill of Vajrayana, divided into thirteen layers, each layer claimed to increase one's strength by one dragon and one elephant.
How terrifying would that be? If mastered completely, it could be said to possess the strength to move mountains and rivers—this was no exaggeration. However, this martial art was similar to typical Buddhist Sect techniques, emphasizing gradual progress; haste would lead to failure.
Among the High Monks of Vajrayana, those who managed to reach the seventh or eighth layer before their lifespan ended were considered exceptionally talented. If one became impatient and rushed through the training, it would be easy to fall into madness.
Legend has it that hundreds of years ago, a High Monk from Vajrayana practiced the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill to the ninth layer. He continued to push himself vigorously and, upon reaching the tenth layer, was suddenly beset by inner demons. Unable to control himself, he went on a wild rampage for seven days and nights before ultimately dying from severing his own meridians!
Golden tadpole-like characters nourished Jiang Han's soul like sweet dew, allowing him to grasp the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill almost instantaneously.
The Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill was easy to learn but difficult to master. The first layer was quite simple; even a dull-witted martial artist could master it with one or two years of diligent practice after obtaining the Cultivation Method.
The second layer was twice as profound as the first and required three to four years of effort. The third layer deepened again by another factor of two, needing seven to eight years. This time requirement increased exponentially; as one progressed further, making any significant advancement became increasingly difficult.
Theoretically, as long as a person can live for two or three thousand years, they will inevitably reach the thirteenth level! However, isn't that nonsense?
"There is a Nether Spirit Master in Chu, who experiences five hundred years as spring and five hundred years as autumn; in ancient times, there was a Great Chuan who experienced eight thousand years as spring and eight thousand years as autumn."
But unfortunately, in the Zongwu World, there are very few recorded individuals who have lived beyond five hundred years. As for those legendary figures like the Supreme Dao Ancestor, the Creator of the Dao, the Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha, and Bodhidharma, no one today can verify that they have already passed away.
Aside from a few individuals who sealed themselves with their origins, there has been no news of any transcendent beings living beyond five hundred years. However, this is not definitive. At least in the past century, if it weren't for Jiang Han breaking through to the Fusion realm, many people at the bottom of the martial world would likely consider Martial Arts Grandmaster Realm to be the pinnacle of martial arts. For ordinary martial artists, not to mention Martial Arts Grandmaster, even reaching the Innate Realm is an unattainable dream.
As Jiang Han's Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill reached perfection, his entire being radiated with brilliance, his hair shone brilliantly, exuding an air of unapproachable majesty. His golden pupils coldly gazed at the approaching figures like a Buddha. Around him, golden dragons soared into the sky while giant elephants stomped on the ground; the overwhelming aura made it difficult for anyone to meet his gaze, as if they were staring directly at Celestial Demons.
"It's the Merchant Association!"
"The Merchant Association has arrived!"
"We are saved in Yunzhou!"
The disciples of Azure Peak Sect, who had long since lost hope, cried tears of joy!
"That is the protector of the Merchant Association, Qian Tong Qian Daoshang, known for his wealth that can connect to the divine!"
A middle-aged man dressed as an Elder of the Azure Peak Sect stroked his beard, feeling quite pleased with himself, and laughed heartily, "This Master Qian is indeed a pillar of the marketplace, and what's more, he has brought three Martial Arts Grandmasters to assist. My Yunzhou's crisis can be resolved!"
"What did you just say? I didn't catch that. Could you please repeat it?" Jiang Han glanced at Master Qian with a half-smile, half-sneer.
No one had the right to make him spit out what he held in his hands!
"Uh..." Master Qian looked at Jiang Han, who was exuding a fierce aura, and his lips twitched as if he might pull out his own beard in frustration. He was somewhat indecisive.
At first, he and Mall Lord Shang Wanli had no intention of getting involved in the conflict between Manichaeism and Yunzhou. However, Elder Mo of the Azure Peak Sect had skillfully persuaded them and hinted that Cangjian Mountain Villa would take action, which led them to agree to lend a hand.
But seeing Jiang Han's imposing demeanor just now made him lose confidence.
Of course, he didn't want to lose face either, so he cupped his hands and said warmly, "Friend, one should spare others when possible; causing more bloodshed is truly unbeneficial for both of us. I have something to say that I'm not sure if I should..."
Jiang Han waved his sleeve and interrupted, "If you're unsure whether to speak or not, then don't speak!"
He could see that Master Qian was just an old sly fox trying to play the mediator. But he should consider that not everyone could take on the role of a mediator.
Master Qian looked anxious. Even though Jiang Han had initially brushed him off, he quickly recovered and said, "Friend, I am not advising you to withdraw from Yunzhou. In my opinion, Manichaeism will become the sole ruler of Yunzhou in the future. You only need to designate an area for the Azure Peak Sect."
Hearing this, Jiang Han's expression immediately turned cold.
He understood the principle of "killing the tiger but being harmed by it" very well. If you don't remove the roots when cutting grass, it will grow back with the spring breeze. At this moment, not only was Jiang Han dissatisfied with Master Qian, but the elders and disciples of Azure Peak Sect were also at a loss for words, pointing at him in disbelief.
"You were invited to help, not to sell off our assets!"
"Did you even consult us at Azure Peak Sect before making decisions on our behalf?"
If it weren't for their fear of Master Qian's strength as a Fusion Realm Grandmaster of Martial Arts, the people from Azure Peak Sect would have loved to stab him with their swords!
"Arrange for the people of Azure Peak Sect?"
Jiang Han pretended to be indifferent, but his tone grew colder. "Once we eliminate these remnants of Yunzhou and find a suitable burial ground for their corpses, that would be a proper arrangement for them!"
Master Qian was visibly agitated, his face alternating between blue and red as he pointed at Jiang Han, trembling with anger and unable to speak.
"Alright, warm-up is over. Now we finally have a legitimate Grandmaster of Martial Arts who can help me stretch my muscles."
A hint of a smile that was neither a smile nor a frown appeared on Jiang Han's face. He didn't think he was boasting; he was merely stating a fact.
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