Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 64 - 20: Lesson

The other party agreed to make the Vajra Skill external, but requested that it can only be shown to one person. If Guo Ziran reads it, then Fang Zheng cannot.

Guo Ziran is already old and doesn’t hope to advance further in martial arts, so he left the choice to his disciple.

"Vajra Skill!"

Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

If there were Martial Arts, Jianghu even in modern society, then there are a few cultivation techniques worthy of being called the top secret manuals.

Vajra Skill,

is one of them!

It is said that when perfected, one can be fearless of sharp blades.

This isn’t nonsense; indeed, there have been people who achieved it.

In ancient times, such people were considered freaks, anomalies, who could fight ten men barehanded and charge unopposed on the battlefield.

"Hmm..." Fang Zheng mused:

"Isn’t this the Skin Refining Realm in the Qi Blood Third Transformation?"

"The cultivation technique that Master spoke so highly of can only break through one transformation of the Qi Blood Third Transformation at most. The martial arts ceiling of modern society is indeed appallingly low."

One must know that even the True Inheritance Dharma Gate of the Pan She Martial Arts Hall can reach the Qi Blood Third Transformation.

Though he criticized in his heart, Fang Zheng did not dare to underestimate it. After all, he has yet to find a way to break through Skin Refining.

Being able to use it as a reference is also good.

Moreover, this is Master’s heartfelt wish.

Opening the file that was sent over, he flipped through it slightly, and his expression became heavy.

The Vajra Skill has been inherited for hundreds of years without interruption; each generation of talented people continuously improved the cultivation technique, reaching the pinnacle of how to temper skin and flesh.

From initial learning to peak achievement, each step is described and recorded in detail.

It also involves medicinal assistance.

Not to mention anything else.

The herbal formula for tempering skin and flesh alone could easily be worth millions, not to mention the insights and experiences of cultivators from various generations.

No wonder it is still cautiously guarded and never shared externally.

The Martial Arts in the Otherworld are extraordinary; Skin Refining is merely the foundation of Martial Arts, so naturally, there would be no annual grind or improvement.

Instead, this Vajra Skill is more suitable for Fang Zheng, who hasn’t solidified his foundation.

"Marvelous!"

Seeing the end, his eyes lit up, and he couldn’t help applauding in admiration.

The description of Skin Refining in the Diamond Sutra is meticulously detailed, helping him clear many puzzles about the Skin Refining Realm.

Previously,

Fang Zheng was clueless about reaching the realm of Qi Blood Second Transformation, only knowing that it was close.

Now,

he clearly understands what to do next, how to reach the Skin Refining Realm faster, potentially saving half the time.

"Hoo..."

Exhaling foul breath, Fang Zheng slowly assumed a horse stance.

Thanks to the foundation of Qi Blood First Transformation, his physical qualities now match those of ancient Martial Arts Grandmasters, making the cultivation of the Diamond Sutra naturally effortless.

It’s like a college student tackling elementary problems; even without prior exposure to such problems, understanding them wouldn’t take long.

Initially learning the Vajra Skill requires daily battering of the skin with a stick, herbal baths, and exceptional talent to master it, but he doesn’t have to bother.

With successful Foundation Establishment, an abundance of Qi and Blood flows within, and merely using Force Manipulation can equate to medicinal bath stimulation with no side effects.

Just like now.

Silently operating the Vajra Skill, Qi and Blood surged, and his skin reddened at a speed visible to the naked eye, with his body starting to emit white smoke like a furnace.

This...

He had already reached the Minor Achievement Realm of the Vajra Skill.

If others were to cultivate it, even those with exceptional talent, reaching this point would take ten years of hard work, while he achieved it in an instant.

It could only be said that the foundation laid down by the Hundred Days Foundation Establishment is truly exceptional.

"Pop!"

Ending his cultivation and standing upright, his entire skin and flesh tensed and relaxed in an instant, a tingling sensation swelling in his mind.

"Good!"

"Although the Diamond Sutra’s grade isn’t high, it points the way, allowing the Martial Dao to progress without groping in the dark, reaching Qi Blood Second Transformation in just two months."

After sensing the changes in his body, Fang Zheng couldn’t help but smile with joy.

The otherworld is unsafe.

Especially when discovering the Cyan Wolf Gang is secretly doing something against him, he becomes even more cautious.

Martial Arts,

are the root in Otherworld.

Martial cultivation in the Otherworld, business in modern society, these were the dual paths he set for himself. Solidifying his foothold in the Otherworld would allow him to expand the cross-world trading business gloriously!

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"Boss Fang."

The man in a white suit sighed helplessly:

"We went to get people, but Miss Zhao said it’s still early and didn’t want to return, threatening to kick us out if we continued urging."

"Oh?"

Fang Zheng glanced at his phone, frowning slightly.

It’s already 10:30 PM, half an hour past the agreed time, and there’s still no word from Mr. Zhao about what to do.

"I don’t have time to waste with her further."

Waving his hand, he said:

"Urge them again. If she still doesn’t leave, I’ll go there myself."

"Don’t!" The white suit’s expression changed drastically, urgently stating:

"I’ll urge them right away."

This was a trivial matter; Fang Zheng didn’t pay it any mind. After the white suit left, he continued manipulating Qi and Blood, experiencing the changes brought by the Vajra Skill.

Moments later.

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open from the outside as several figures filed in.

One of them, with dyed yellow hair, wearing a leather jacket, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, strutted over with an arrogant gait:

"Fang, you really think you’re something, don’t you?"

He lightly pointed a finger, showing disdain:

"Sister Jin said she doesn’t want to leave, so you better get out..."

"Bang!"

Before he finished, the yellow-haired man found himself smashed against the ground, feeling as if his body fell apart, with excruciating pain hitting a moment later.

What happened?

What’s going on?

By the time he regained his senses, he still couldn’t understand what had happened.

He only knew he had been beaten!

"Young Master Huang!"

"Damn!"

Those behind the yellow-haired man reacted with expressions of shock and anger, charging at him.

Fang Zheng’s gaze shifted slightly; showing no intention to dodge, he silently operated Vajra Skill, tightening his skin as an incoming punch landed square on his face.

"Bang!"

Fang Zheng’s body slightly shook; then the corners of his mouth lifted as he landed a punch right on the opponent’s face.

"Bang!"

The opponent fell back, sprawling on the ground, blood flying.

Another kick aimed at Fang Zheng’s abdomen felt like hitting a rock, leaving him unmoved, while the striker let out a painful cry, feeling like his bones had shattered.

Unfazed, Fang Zheng stepped forward, retaliating with a kick.

"Bang!"

The intruder flew across several meters, landing on the ground like a bowed shrimp, face flushed, passing out cold.

"Boss Fang!"

The man in the white suit arrived at the doorway in a hurry, calling out loudly:

"Don’t move..."

"Uh?"

The scene before him made him twitch his lips, showing a bitter smile.

...

"Talking about your love, saying your love, accompanying me today, leaving tomorrow..."

In the room.

Zhao Jin held a microphone, bellowing wildly while shaking her head.

"Your love...your affection..."

"Bang!"

A loud noise interrupted her singing.

"Damn!"

Being interrupted in the middle of performing passionately wouldn’t sit well with anyone, and Zhao Jin, as a young lady, wouldn’t suppress her feelings.

She immediately threw down the microphone in her hand, turning around and yelling angrily:

"Who is it?"

"Don’t you know how to knock?"

"Zhao Jin!"

Fang Zheng stood at the door, his face dark, looking at this rebellious girl spewing dirty words, taking a deep breath to suppress his anger:

"It’s time, come with me."

"Go?" Zhao Jin sneered disdainfully:

"Who do you think you are?"

"Where’s Haozi? Didn’t I tell him to kick the person out? Why are they still in my way?" 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"Slap!"

The sound of a slap across the face rang out.

Zhao Jin’s body tilted, her left cheek swelling at a speed visible to the naked eye; her eyes flickered, rigidly turning around.

"You dare hit me?"

She glared at Fang Zheng, her gaze wild, flailing wildly as she lunged forward:

"Ah!"

"I’ll mess you up..."

Fang Zheng’s expression turned cold, stepping forward, grabbing Zhao Jin’s multi-colored hair, smashing her head onto the glass table.

"Bang!"

The table shattered, blood flowing.

The roaring ceased abruptly.