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Chapter 162: Traverse the World (4)

Just leafing through the pages of the first book, Tiger Leopard Bone Training Technique, and reading the meticulous explanations, her eyes grew as wide as saucers. As she set aside the first book, going through the Dragon Marrow Cleansing Technique while comparing it to her own experiences, her pupils dilated in disbelief.

Waves of shock rose within her heart.

Body refining sacred art! The Rain Hierarch\'s eyes gleamed with incredulity. Even the prized sacred arts by the top-tier major factions may not come close to this one.

Why were the top-tier major factions in the world able to consistently produce powerful Grandmasters generation after generation? Resources aside, it was mainly due to their cultivation methods. It was rumored that apart from ordinary secret techniques and secret arts, these major powers also possessed body refining sacred arts tailored for martial artists at different stages.

How did Wu Yuan obtain such a cultivation method? Speculations brewed in her mind, but she quickly shook off her thoughts.

No wonder his physique improved so rapidly. Though it was still difficult to believe that a seventeen-year-old could be a Great Grandmaster, the two sacred arts gave her some insight into how he achieved such a feat.

With these two body refining sacred arts, the foundation of the Cloudstride Sect will be further solidified, potentially matching the top-tier major factions.

Based on these two cultivation methods alone, The Rain Hierarch felt that the numerous treasures given to Wu Yuan were completely worthwhile.

As for this Hundred Acupoints Divine Technique, Wu Yuan annotated that the method is incomplete and to be cautious while cultivating it. She was unsure how good the method was. After all, her soul could only perceive the middle dantian lobe and several dozen out of the 108 acupoints so far.

Ill let Junior Brother Huan have a look at it.

With that, she left the Cloud Hall and headed towards Razor\'s Edge Cliff.

After handing over the storage artifact he had obtained from slaying Jin Rensu to The Rain Hierarch, Wu Yuan set off from Cloudhill.

The sect has given me everything I could possibly need, even a first-grade divine weapon. The only way I can repay them is by giving them the three ultimate cultivation methods.

He wasnt too concerned about revealing them. True, these techniques could grant immense power, but their effectiveness relied on the person cultivating them. Back in the Human Federation, everyone had access to the three cultivation methods, yet Grandmasters were still a rarity, one in a million!

Now that the Cloudstride Sect had these secret arts, their foundation was much stronger. In time, they were bound to reach greater heights.

Those sacred martial sects in the Middle Land also possess some body refining secret arts, but I\'ve never heard of a seventeen-year-old Great Grandmaster. Wu Yuan chuckled.

The idea seemed absurd. Even a 30-year-old Great Grandmaster was rare throughout history. While external circumstances mattered, an individuals ultimate progress depended on themself.

First, I should visit my mother and sister.

As Wu Yuan swiftly descended from the mountain, Cloudhill City soon came into view. Without drawing attention to himself, he entered the city and returned home. The news of his return was kept within the mansion.

He stayed for just a day and a night, cherishing this brief time with his family. He also spoke with Wu Qiming, inquiring about the clans recent circumstances.

Under the cover of night, leaving only a letter, he packed his belongings without bidding farewell to his mother. Silently, he slipped out of the mansion.

As the first rays of dawn graced the wide official route, two tall black horses advanced at a trot, the early spring wind biting cold.

Occasionally, farmers could be seen tending to their fields along the path. Riding astride the first horse was a rugged man of around 30, dressed in thin clothing layered with soft armor, a war saber strapped to his back. The sight of him alone was enough to make anyone think twice about provoking him.

Haha, on my last journey, I travelled through seven or eight provinces in the Jiang Continent, mostly through dense mountain forests and untamed wilderness. Wu Yuan leisurely led his horse forward, showing no signs of urgency.

This time, I\'ll stick to the official route, passing through cities and towns, and allow myself to freely appreciate the beauty of the world.

He stopped whenever he wanted, and went wherever he wanted.

He had no specific destination in mind, only a general direction - entering the Yuan Continent from the Jiang Continent, passing through the Holy Continent, and ultimately reaching the Chu Continent. The route he planned would mostly take him through the territory of Great Jin.

Who knows, as I travel the world, I might have to spill some blood. And if Im going to kill someone, it should naturally be an enemy. Wu Yuan had changed his appearance with Transfiguration.

I doubt anyone would anticipate that the renowned Shadow Blade is audacious enough to wander into Great Jin\'s territory.

There are plenty of saber-wielding experts in this world. From today onwards, I shall be known as Wan Liu.

As long as I don\'t reveal my Grandmaster-level strength, not many will suspect me. And even if it is revealed, so what? As long as I avoid direct confrontations with Great Jin\'s top experts, I can simply escape.

Wu Yuan didn\'t place much importance on this matter. For a Grandmaster like him, fleeing thousands of li overnight was a piece of cake!

Even if Great Jin tried to use their numerical advantage to capture him, they wouldnt be able to coordinate their forces in time.

"Go!" Wu Yuan urged his horse forward.

He had purchased these two exceptional Blackfrost steeds for 200 silver taels from an estate he passed by after leaving the city. Of course, whether or not the owner was open to the idea of selling them was an entirely different matter.

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When he first began his journey in the heartland of the Cloudhill Province a few days ago, he witnessed the Cloudstride Sect\'s forces diligently patrolling the area. Naturally, he didn\'t come across any foolish bandits along the way.

Moreover, bandits usually thought twice before tangling with someone who looked like a cavalier. Wu Yuan didn\'t possess any goods that would entice them either.

Along the journey, Wu Yuan lived life as he pleased. If he stumbled upon a picturesque view, he would halt his saber and fist practice to appreciate it. Whenever he reached a new destination, he would choose a tavern and eat and drink to his heart\'s content.

This was simply how he embraced life. He had no qualms about being a bystander, but when the mood struck him, he didnt mind generously tossing out a stack of silver notes, instantly becoming the wealthiest man in the vicinity!

But of course, he never neglected his physical training and the Visualization of the mysterious black pagoda. He fully immersed himself in this indulgent way of cultivation.

Cultivating ones mind and contemplating the worlds profundities doesn\'t necessarily require distancing oneself from worldly affairs. Wu Yuan firmly believed in this chosen path. The chaotic mortal realm is also a part of the vast world.

Ten days later, he finally reached the border where Cloudhill Province, Hillstride Province, and Eastdream Province converged. It was here that Wu Yuan encountered his first ambush since embarking on his adventure.

On the narrow official route, he found himself confronted by more than ten bandits on horseback, armed with spears or wielding sabers, some clad in armor. They blocked Wu Yuan\'s path, their eyes greedily fixed on his horse. Kid, leave your saber and horses.

"My horses?" Wu Yuan chuckled. The Bluethunder Horses that he had acquired with a hefty sum of silver coins took on a distinct blue hue, a sign of their unique demonic beast lineage.

Why did he go to such lengths? Well, it was naturally to attract the attention of bandits so he could replenish his blood-red mist.

No problem. As long as you can withstand one strike from my saber, the horses are yours.

The bandits, taken aback by this bold proclamation, barely had time to utter a word before a swift gust whistled in their ears.

Like a specter of death, a blade ray shot through the air. In an instant, over ten heads were severed from their bodies, and lifeless corpses tumbled from their mounts.

Wu Yuan was already back on his horse, a hint of disappointment in his voice as he muttered, "Too weak." Tilting his head back, he took a swig of his fruit wine and spurred his horse forward, traversing the blood-soaked ground.

The weaker they are, the less blood-red mist they provide me. I do hope the next batch of bandits proves more challenging.

"Go!" he commanded, urging his horse forward.