You said it was a useless body, yet you punched a saint to pieces?

Chapter 10 Undercurrents

Wang Shengtian pondered for a moment, a resolute glint flashing in his tiger-like eyes that seemed to see right through people.

"Someone come here."

At a command, a black-armored guard appeared like a ghost.

With a wave of his hand, Wang Shengtian conjured an ancient bronze jar out of thin air, which landed steadily on the table.

Although the mouth of the jar was heavily sealed with talismans, one could still hear muffled thunderous roars coming from inside. In the distance, it seemed as if an ancient ferocious beast was roaring and struggling inside, emanating a terrifying blood aura that made one's heart tremble.

"Send this jar of the essence of the ancient savage elephant back to the palace and give it to the seventh prince."

Wang Shengtian's voice was indifferent, but his actions were enough to drive any martial artist crazy.

The ancient savage elephant is a terrifying beast capable of fighting human powerhouses. Its essence blood is a supreme elixir for tempering dragon spines and forging thunder furnaces.

"Now that he has broken the curse, I, as his father, naturally cannot remain silent."

"Yes, sir!" The guard took the bronze jar with both hands and disappeared into the snowstorm in an instant.

Wang Shengtian stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze passing through the lifted tent curtain and looking towards the vast southern horizon.

If it weren't for the frequent disturbances of the northern barbarians and the raging war, he would have loved to rush back to the palace right now to personally investigate the secrets of his seven sons.

After a long while, a sigh mixed with complex emotions echoed in the tent.

"Could it be... a backup plan you left behind?"

A stunningly beautiful figure flashed through Wang Shengtian's mind—the woman who once made the world pale in comparison.

His gaze became somewhat unfocused at that moment, and he murmured to himself, "Is it because you don't want him to live an ordinary life...?"

……

The capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, located in the heart of the Central Plains, was a place where all nations came to pay tribute.

This is the heart of the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, a place of magnificent splendor and unparalleled prosperity.

Looking out from the void, the entire capital city resembles an ancient dragon coiled on the earth, breathing in and out the essence of all directions.

Above the most central imperial city, a visible purple-gold dragon aura perpetually surrounds it. This is a torrent of humanity, formed by the faith of hundreds of millions of people and the nation's destiny, shining like the sun, suppressing all demons and monsters. Any evil spirits that dare to approach within a hundred miles of the imperial city will be instantly crushed into dust by this vast dragon aura.

Deep within the imperial palace lies the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood incense. The palace maids and eunuchs serving there held their breath and dared not make a sound as they walked.

The Great Zhou Emperor, dressed in a bright yellow casual robe, leaned lazily against the dragon bed, playing with a warm and smooth jade thumb ring in his hand.

He didn't deliberately exude pressure, but his innate imperial aura made the black-clad spies reporting below not even dare to raise their heads, their backs soaked with cold sweat.

"You mean, the Wang family's infamous cripple, the seventh son, has not only become a cultivator, but has also achieved astonishing success?"

After listening to the spy's report about the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, a smile of interest appeared in Ji Wudi's deep, abyss-like eyes.

King Zhenbei, Wang Shengtian, is the only king of a different surname in the Great Zhou Dynasty. He holds a large army and guards the northern border. His cultivation is unfathomable, making him the fierce tiger that King Zhenbei fears the most.

Over the years, Wang Shengtian has kept himself hidden for so long that even the Emperor himself couldn't quite see through him.

"Interesting, very interesting."

Ji Wudi sat up straight, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"I originally thought that the boy would die quietly like an ant, but I never expected that he could break the ironclad rules of the cultivation world even after becoming a cripple."

"Wang Shengtian, you old fox, you're probably even being kept in the dark yourself, aren't you?"

Ji Wudi was extremely interested in anything that might cause changes within the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion.

"Draft an imperial edict."

Ji Wudi spoke calmly, his voice authoritative.

"Wang Dao, the son of the Prince of Zhenbei, is a late bloomer, which greatly pleases me."

"A purple dragon-patterned pendant and a thousand-year-old blood ginseng are specially bestowed as a reward."

After the secret agents left with their orders, only Ji Wudi remained in the empty Hall of Mental Cultivation.

He slowly rose, walked to the window, and gazed towards the northern border. The smile on his face gradually became unfathomable, revealing a chilling imperial mind.

"Wang Shengtian, you've planned everything, but you overlooked your son."

"Since this kid was able to break free from the shackles of his useless body, he's qualified to enter the game. Besides, I simply don't believe you didn't pull some strings back then..."

"A seemingly useless piece suddenly becomes a pawn that has crossed the river, which makes the game much more interesting."

Ji Wudi tapped lightly on the window frame, her mind drifting to her proud, goddess-like eldest princess, and murmured to herself:

"Perhaps it's time to put Mingyue's marriage on the agenda..."

Taihao Sword Sect is a sacred place of swordsmanship in Zhongzhou.

Here, the peaks rise like swords, piercing the clouds. A sharp sword intent permeates the heavens and earth, and even birds flying by feel a stinging pain in their wings.

At the summit of a main peak shrouded in clouds and mist, a young man dressed in a dark blue sword robe sat cross-legged.

His features were sharply defined, with his eyebrows slanting upwards towards his temples. The way he sat there was like a peerless divine weapon yet to be drawn from its sheath, its sharpness restrained yet terrifying.

Before him floated a sword that gleamed with a cold light. With each breath he exhaled, the surrounding clouds were shattered by the invisible sword energy.

This person was none other than Wang Ming, the eldest son of the Prince of Zhenbei and a true disciple of the Taihao Sword Sect.

"Senior Brother Wang."

A disciple carrying a long sword carefully walked up to the summit, holding a letter from home in his hands, and said respectfully, "This is a letter from your family, sent urgently from the north."

After leaving the letter, the disciple felt as if he had been granted a pardon and fled from the oppressive and suffocating main peak.

Wang Ming slowly opened his eyes, and two cold lightning bolts seemed to pierce the void in his eyes.

With a casual wave of his hand, the letter landed in his palm. He scanned it quickly, his previously calm face instantly turning frosty.

"snort!"

With a cold snort, the letter in his hand was instantly shredded into dust by the crisscrossing sword energy.

"A piece of trash destined to rot in the mud, how dare he take advantage of my vulnerability and humiliate my younger brother?"

Wang Ming slowly stood up, his aura erupted, and the surrounding vegetation was instantly flattened by the dissipating sword energy.

But he didn't immediately descend the mountain. Instead, he closed his eyes again, his tone revealing an air of superior indifference and contempt:

"They're just taking advantage of the fact that Xiaolong's cultivation has been sealed."

"Let you jump around like a clown for a few more days. Once I've finished comprehending this Sky-Splitting Sword Intent, I'll go back and clean up my own mess, and show you what true power is."

……

Tens of thousands of miles away, at the Feathered Ascension Gate.

Here, cranes soar and waterfalls cascade, creating a scene resembling a fairyland on earth.

In front of a secluded and elegant cave, Wang Qingyue, dressed in a moon-white, wide-sleeved long dress, stood under a thousand-year-old peach tree.

Her skin was as white as snow, and her temperament was aloof and otherworldly, like a fairy who had stepped out of the Moon Palace.

Her slender, jade-like fingers gently twirled a piece of paper; it was a message from her mother.

"Seventh Brother can actually cultivate?"

A rare, faint smile appeared on Wang Qingyue's usually serene and beautiful face, momentarily making the surrounding peach blossoms lose their color.

"The Golden Membrane is perfected... This is not something an ordinary person can do. It seems that my younger brother has been hiding his abilities better than anyone else."

Unlike her other siblings, Wang Qingyue never looked down on or bullied Wang Dao.

In her eyes, although Wang Dao could not cultivate, she admired his optimistic spirit in the face of adversity.

"Great, this cold and lifeless palace is finally going to become lively."

……

At this moment, Wang Dao, who was in the eye of the storm, was completely unaware of the turbulent waves that had been stirred up by him. Even if he had known, he would have just shrugged and muttered, "What's it to me?"

Inside the training room in Nanyuan, Wang Dao stood shirtless, revealing his well-defined, dragon-like muscles.

He sat cross-legged, his mind completely absorbed in the system panel.

"In the eyes of ordinary people, I am already at the peak of the Golden Membrane, with no further advancement possible."

"But in this system, perfection is never the end."

A fanatical light gleamed in Wang Dao's eyes.

When an ordinary martial artist cultivates the "Thousand Hammers and Hundred Refinements Technique" to perfection, they have already reached the limit of their physical body, making further progress extremely difficult.

But he is different. As long as he gathers those one hundred source points, he can use the power of the system to forcibly break through the limits of the human body and push this technique to the legendary - ultimate realm!

"Come, let me see just how magnificent this scenery, which surpasses perfection, truly is!"

Wang Dao took a deep breath and began the tedious and frantic physical training once again.