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Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 874 - 434: Master of All Masters
Below the podium, the master and apprentice were idle, listening to the commotion over there but not daring to step out and stop the fight.
So they simply started chatting casually underneath.
These days, Zhang Ze had been elusive; today was the first time he showed up.
Li was also curious about the Acquired Dao Body, and after chatting for a while, the topic naturally shifted there.
Hearing this, Zhang Ze reached into his shirt, fumbled for a moment, and then rolled out a small ball.
"Here, this is the Postnatal Dao Pill, fundamental for practicing the Acquired Dao Body, it's a primer."
The Dao Pill was dragon-eye-sized, gray, and odorless.
Li took it, examined it for a moment, and then asked, "Where did it come from?"
Zhang Ze answered without thinking, "The armpit."
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With a look of disgust, Li quickly pulled it away from his nose, intending to shove the Postnatal Dao Pill back into Zhang Ze's mouth.
To his surprise, Zhang Ze shrugged it off, and when the Dao Pill came into contact with Zhang Ze's arm, it melted into it like water.
Li asked, "You can take it back?"
"Yeah, it's just like kneading a clay ball. You can roll it out and naturally also smear it back." As he spoke, Zhang Ze flicked his fingertip, and the Postnatal Dao Pill reappeared on his fingertip.
Li asked, "You can knead it out from anywhere?"
Zhang Ze replied, "Yes."
Li asked, "Then why did you just go for the armpit?"
Zhang Ze said, "It was itchy just now, just happened to be convenient."
Li was speechless, "..."
"Master, let me show you another trick." Saying that, Zhang Ze, like performing a magic trick, snapped his fingers, and the Postnatal Dao Pill disappeared from his hand.
Then, Zhang Ze reached behind Li's ear, pretended to pinch, and the Dao Pill was back in his hand.
"Isn't it fun, Master? It can even come out from the other side," Zhang Ze said with a grin.
Looking at his joking disciple, Li knocked his head.
Li said, "Stop messing around, let's talk about something serious. Don't you think this Postnatal Dao Pill resembles something?"
Zhang Ze asked, "Resembles what?"
Li replied, "A Stone Pill."
Zhang Ze didn't grasp it, "What's a Stone Pill?"
Seeing Zhang Ze's puzzled look, Li knocked his head again, too lazy to continue this topic.
"Go home and think about it yourself, first explain to me the Dharma Method of the Acquired Dao Body."
Li reached out and pulled out the textbook Zhang Ze had been sitting on as a cushion.
"Oh, it's like this, Master, look here..." Zhang Ze hurriedly began explaining to his master.
Faced with his master, Zhang Ze felt no pressure and spoke fluently. After a few back-and-forths, the Postnatal Dao Pill retrieved from under his armpit established a connection with Li.
This feeling was peculiar, different from traditional Controlling Qi and Objects; this small sphere seemed like an extension of the body. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺
Completely independent of Spiritual Qi, the small sphere floated at Li's fingertips.
After thinking with his eyes closed for a moment, Li said, "Although it doesn't require Spiritual Qi, it feels somewhat similar to Sword Control. I think the textbook could be revised.
"No need for a fixed process, let the cultivators feel it themselves, imagine what it is, and it becomes what it is.
"In this way, it might be easier."
After speaking, Li formed a Sword Technique, the small sphere drew a circle, then made a small hole in the ground.
Zhang Ze thought about it, found it reasonable, and raised his hand to wipe the textbook, modifying the content on the spot.
After all, this textbook was just compiled this morning, so modifying it was not a problem.
"Continue, what should be done next?" After Zhang Ze finished modifying, Li continued.
"Next, it should be like this..." Zhang Ze formed a complex Taoist Technique, "Connecting to the Heavenly Door, with the Spirit Platform as the root..."
Beneath the podium, the master and apprentice sat and discussed, continuing to refine the Dharma Method of the Acquired Dao Body.
Under Zhang Ze and his master's mutual validation and improvement, Li soon got a handle on it.
Li disconnected from the Postnatal Dao Pill, and the first joint of his little finger turned to the color of stone.
Consider it an entry-level success.
Zhang Ze was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected his master to learn so quickly. Just as he wanted to flatter him, he heard the classroom door being kicked open again with a bang.
Zhang Ze and his master both peeked out, wanting to see which unlucky fellow was coming to be the scapegoat.
To their surprise, it was the Junior Sister standing at the door.
As soon as Junior Sister entered, she was also startled, looking at the Old Ascenders dueling inside, she stepped back.
Although she had come to save the day sensing trouble, she hadn't expected the situation to be so dire.
No wonder Senior Brother couldn't quell it.
Zhang Ze gestured to Junior Sister, signaling that there was room, and even four or five more people could sit.
Junior Sister winked at Zhang Ze, indicating not to worry, she brought a treasure.
Clearing her throat, Junior Sister conjured a palm-sized turtle shell.
The turtle shell was bluish-white, with several little turtles painted on the carapace in ink.
"Stop arguing, attend the class properly, otherwise... otherwise..."
Junior Sister hesitated for a while, unable to come up with a consequence, but she still held up the turtle shell to maintain her composure.
An elder from the Beast Taming Sect found it amusing and wanted to tease Chen Qin, but as soon as he raised his hand, an ink arrow suddenly appeared from nowhere, splattering onto his face.
Before he could react, the glow around the turtle shell flickered, the ink twisted and distorted, and in a blink, the ink came to life.
A turtle as black as ink, sitting cross-legged with its legs crossed on the turtle shell.
"Xiao Jia, what do you want to do?" Zhu Luo's voice came from the mouth of the ink-molded turtle.
Hearing this voice, the old man called Xiao Jia immediately stood at attention like a grandson.
"I won't do anything, I'm listening, listening."







