Immortality Begins with Breathing Exercises-Chapter 436 - 173: Tyrannical True Intent (Part 3)

Chapter 436: Chapter 173: Tyrannical True Intent (Part 3)

Feeling Lin Zheyu successfully transformed into the Tyrannical True Intent, Niu Qinghe immediately withdrew the pressure of his intent.

Huff huff

Huff huff huff...

Lin Zheyu gasped heavily, his body nearly exhausted. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Thank you, senior!"

Lin Zheyu’s eyes were filled with joy. He immediately stepped forward, clasped his fists, and bowed to Niu Qinghe.

If it weren’t for Niu Qinghe’s help this time, without this opportunity, it would have likely taken much longer to completely transform into the Tyrannical True Intent.

"It was just a small favor, nothing worth mentioning."

"Now that you’ve condensed your true intent, hurry up and leave. I’m sick of looking at you." Niu Qinghe waved his hand impatiently.

This time, his help was indeed just a small favor.

Lin Zheyu was already at the critical point and just needed an opportunity. Even without Niu Qinghe, he would likely have broken through soon.

"Uh..."

Lin Zheyu was a bit puzzled by Niu Qinghe’s irritation.

It seemed he hadn’t offended the other party, right?

He looked to Mr. Yang: "Mr. Yang, is there anything else you need?"

"There’s nothing else now, you can go back."

"Try your best tomorrow. It’s great if you succeed, but don’t force it if you can’t."

"By the way, your disguise is gone. It’s best to disguise yourself again, or your friends might not recognize you."

Mr. Yang chuckled.

When Lin Zheyu heard this, his heart skipped a beat, and he touched his face.

As Mr. Yang said, his disguise was indeed gone, and the Turtle Breath True Skill’s concealing effect had disappeared.

Under Niu Qinghe’s terrifying pressure from the true intent, he didn’t have the extra spirit to maintain the Turtle Breath True Skill or his disguised appearance.

"Yes."

"Thank you, Mr. Niu, and Mr. Yang. I shall take my leave."

Lin Zheyu took a deep breath, clasped his fists and saluted the two, then turned and left.

Mr. Yang’s words and demeanor just now clearly conveyed that a disguised appearance was not a significant issue.

Just as Huang Baizhong said before, as long as he can pass the Heart Inquiry Torture and then sign the contract, the Infinite Sect can overlook his past.

"The entire Southern Barbarians region has already fallen. Even if the Infinite Sect is powerful, they probably can’t explore my background in Bafang City."

Lin Zheyu pondered to himself.

The place is surely heavily guarded now, and even Great Wei can’t send people to infiltrate quietly.

Something that even Great Wei couldn’t accomplish, Infinite Sect is even less likely to achieve.

Moreover, having endured chaos, everything must be in disarray.

Even if someone infiltrates, finding those people from Songyi City wouldn’t be easy.

"It’s not a big problem, don’t overthink it." Lin Zheyu said to himself.

After exiting the main hall, he couldn’t help but contemplate the newly born true intent.

With the addition of the Tyrannical True Intent, he now possessed two types of true intent.

The Tyrannical True Intent and Turtle Breath True Intent were clearly defined in his spiritual will, coexisting without conflict.

These are two vastly different true intents, one being Buddhist and secluded, the other tyrannical and aggressive.

Under the mutual influence and cancellation of the two true intents, his spiritual will seemed to return to its purest form, reverting to his true self.

The influence of the true intents on him was greatly diminished.

"Could this negatively impact the cultivation and growth of the true intent?"

This thought crossed Lin Zheyu’s mind.

For someone cultivating a single true intent, the spiritual will becomes more aligned and easier to comprehend under its influence.

Now, without intentionally suppressing either true intent, the influence of the true intents is greatly weakened, affecting the compatibility between his spiritual will and true intents.

"I should inquire about how to handle this after joining the Infinite Sect and plan my future path accordingly."

Lin Zheyu didn’t dwell on it for long.

Previously, when he was alone and reached the Qi Blood Realm, there was no one to guide him in cultivation, so he had to find his path by himself.

Now, with a sect, he no longer has to fumble around blindly.

"Do you think he has a chance to defeat Puxuan?"

Watching Lin Zheyu’s departing figure, Niu Qinghe said with interest.

"Difficult."

"Given more time and the practice of a powerful true skill, it might be possible."

"Although his talent is commendable, his cultivation techniques are not of the highest caliber and can’t break the defense of the Buddhist Golden Body."

Mr. Yang shook his head, not holding any hope for Lin Zheyu to defeat Puxuan.

The Buddhist Golden Body is one of the most supreme body refining techniques in the world, achievable only by those with utmost devotion to Buddhism, combined with profound insight and a Buddha nature.

"Indeed, the Buddhist Golden Body is too monstrous."

"Now, even Buddhism has stepped in, and the situation doesn’t look good..." Niu Qinghe sighed.

...

After a trip to Fenyang Tower, he returned late at night.

Lee Mengxi, having drunk a bit too much this time, was somewhat intoxicated, even with his Martial Dao expertise at the Bone Marrow Refining Realm.

"Mr. Zhao, what do you think of Wen Si? If you like her, I’ll talk to my uncle and have her marry you!"

Lee Mengxi, a bit drunk, was speaking nonsense.

"Brother!"

Lee Wensi hurriedly covered Lee Mengxi’s mouth, her face slightly flushed.

She looked at Lin Zheyu and quickly explained, "Meng Xi is drunk and talking nonsense, don’t take it to heart."

Lin Zheyu just smiled and nodded, not commenting.

He didn’t want to establish a family so soon; commenting on anything now would be inappropriate.

Upon returning to the courtyard, everyone went to their own rooms.

Since that day, Lee Yanming had been absent, seemingly returning to Wuling City.

Lin Zheyu did not inquire about how the matter was concluded since then.

Lee Wensi stood in the courtyard, gazing at Lin Zheyu’s retreating figure into the room, somewhat lost in thought.