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Chapter 240: The Seven-Foot Golden Body
Chapter 240: The Seven-Foot Golden Body
In the blink of an eye, over ten days had passed.
Wu Daoan's figure was slightly hunched, his hands clasped behind his back as he paced in the First Hall. He looked like an ordinary old man on the verge of death.
As his shadow passed by, the Yin Spirit Cultivators remained silent and moved aside.
No one spoke to him, only watching quietly as he walked away.
Without the Golden Ledger by his side, there was no need for him to preside over the Martial Temple's cultivation sessions, and he was no longer considered the Rotating Temple Guardian.
But this was not the reason why the other Martial Immortals kept their distance from him.
It was his autocratic and arbitrary decision-making.
Taking advantage of the Grandmasters' deep slumber, he completely disregarded the other senior brothers in the First Hall, making such a significant decision without consulting anyone.
"I don't want Shen Yi to become the second Zhu Shixiong," one of them said.
"But Wu Laogui is pushing him step by step towards that fiery pit."
Several Martial Immortals looked indifferently in the direction of the old man's departure.
Since Shen Yi entered the Martial Temple, he had been in possession of the Golden Wolf Jade Talisman, and within a month, he obtained the Golden Ledger of the Rotating Temple Guardian.
He faced no obstacles or difficulties.
All of this was due to Wu Daoan's influence.
This old man had made a decision on behalf of the entire Martial Temple, but who had given him this authority?
"The incense fire wish power represented by that Golden Ledger has decreased by thirty percent these days," someone whispered.
Their greatest concern had come to pass; Shen Yi's physique was indeed astonishing, and he possessed a greed that matched his physique.
Regardless of whether he needed it or not, he swallowed everything into his body.
"Should we take advantage of the fact that he hasn't reacted yet and seize a portion of it for ourselves to save for later?"
"If he grabs it, and you grab it, and everyone grabs it, then when the time comes to use it, we might as well surrender without a fight!"
The Martial Immortal angrily waved his sleeves, scolding his fellow disciples.
After speaking, he took a few breaths, "What is Shen Yi doing now?"
The others pondered for a moment, "Taking a break?"
...
In a small attic within the Martial Armory.
Zhu Shixiong cleared his throat and recited the Calm Mind Incantation once more.
Shen Yi leaned against the corner of the wall, his eyes closed as he listened. Occasionally, he nodded lightly and stretched lazily.
After reciting it about three times, Zhu Shixiong finally stopped and said with anticipation, "Brother Shen, can you show me that again?"
"..."
Shen Yi opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows.
"I understand." Zhu Shixiong turned and opened the formation of the small attic, blocking the sight and perception of others. Then, he solemnly sat in the corner, holding the skeleton.
Seeing this, Shen Yi closed his eyes again.
Within his qi sea, the Yin Spirit Cultivator sat cross-legged, and compared to before, there was an additional golden orb in his embrace.
Inside the orb, a figure was curled up.
He reached out with his divine thought and touched the golden orb.
The next moment, the golden orb appeared in Shen Yi's palm and then floated in mid-air.
Brilliant golden light radiated like silk threads, weaving a dazzling seven-foot-tall golden shadow in its original position.
As it appeared, all the jade slips in the attic paled in comparison.
The golden shadow had an incredibly robust physique and a naturally imposing demeanor.
Red patterns extended from its spine, resembling a ferocious and terrifying face.
"Ah!"
Zhu Shixiong's mouth hung open as he stared fixedly at the golden body. Although he was a Yin Spirit, he could almost hear the pounding of his own heart.
The Golden Body Technique slowly opened its eyes.
Its gaze swept over Zhu Shixiong, making him feel as if his Yin Spirit was about to be shattered and scattered.
The only thing Zhu Jue found strange was that after Shen Yi summoned the Golden Body Technique, he became incredibly aloof and refused to speak.
Sure enough, the Bodhisattva Golden Body silently retracted its gaze and transformed back into a golden orb, floating back into Shen Yi's palm.
"..."
Zhu Jue reluctantly put away the formation, but he did not make any further demands. After all, this was a crucial time for a Soul Transformation Cultivator when their golden body had not yet fully formed.
Taking one step forward meant entering a vast and boundless realm. If they were intercepted by others, it would be a huge setback, so the less people knew, the better.
Shen Yi's willingness to show him a glimpse was already a great kindness.
Despite his thoughts, Zhu Jue still felt a twinge of jealousy.
"Shidi, what's wrong?"
"Envy, wishing to devour his flesh and bones," Shen Yi slowly stood up, storing the golden orb in his qi sea.
"That's not it."
Zhu Shixiong, rarely shaking his head, said, "I just feel so desperate, why can't I have such a golden body? Watching your back, I feel so far behind."
"It's because of my inadequate talent." Shen Yi nodded.
"..." Zhu Jue was stunned for a moment, gritting his teeth, "Now I really feel like devouring his flesh and bones."
"Actually, it's not that interesting."
Shen Yi glanced at him and said indifferently, "It gets boring after using it a few times."
"Huh?"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Jue adjusted his sitting posture, turning his face towards the corner, "Shidi, please leave. I want to be alone for a while."
Seeing that his good intentions had paid off, Shen Yi waved his hand and calmly left the armory.
After he closed the golden jade staircase, he finally sighed.
【Remaining Demon Life Span: 24,100 years】
Shen Yi had expected the process of forging the golden body to be challenging, but he never imagined it would be this difficult.
It had taken him over 24,000 years.
According to the panel, this seven-foot-tall golden body was only half-finished and couldn't even be considered a small success.
If placed in the Spirit Transformation Realm, it would be the weakest existence.
The reason for the stagnation wasn't a lack of incense fire wish power, but Qinghua was going crazy...
The woman now had red-rimmed eyes, biting her lips, her eyes dazed, and she looked like a resentful woman.
In comparison, Shen Yi was less affected, after all, he only played a 'middleman' role.
Although his spirit was exhausted, he didn't fall into madness.
Shortcuts always come at a cost... Let others bear it.
With the protection of the Spirit Transformation Golden Body, Shen Yi felt much more relaxed. He straightened his blue robe and went to the Martial Temple to relax as usual.
...
Outside the Imperial City, a carriage slowly came to a halt.
An elderly man in black armor dismounted and handed over a document, then rode the crimson horse, comforting the person inside, "Don't be angry. Perhaps there's a real emergency, or they wouldn't even bother to say goodbye to you."
Inside the carriage.
A beautiful girl in a white robe held the rope of a silver bell, glaring at it with puffed cheeks.
"I'm not angry."
After saying this, she emphasized her words as if to convince herself, "I know he must have an emergency. He's probably busy slaying demons and monsters."
Chen Qiankun drove the carriage towards the Martial Temple.
Then he stopped in front of the Demon Hunter Headquarters.
He secretly smiled bitterly; if Shen Yi hadn't quietly left Qingzhou, this little girl probably wouldn't have wanted to exchange that strand of Demon Lord's blood for the Martial Temple's refinement. This wasn't about refinement; it was clearly an excuse to go to the capital.
"Sigh."
The old man shook his head and walked towards the headquarters.
Suddenly, his peripheral vision caught two figures.
The first, in a blue robe, was exceptionally handsome, and the second, in a white dress, held a sword, her full figure exuding charm.
The two stood side by side, seemingly discussing something in low voices.
"..."
Chen Qiankun coughed and pretended not to see them.
He took a step forward and entered the headquarters.
The quiet carriage's curtain was lifted slightly.
Lin Baiwei hid behind the curtain, peeking outside, and her red lips pouted unconsciously.
She disappointedly lowered the curtain and clenched the silver bell in her palm.
It didn't seem like they were that busy...
(End of Chapter)
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