Prototype of the Magnetic Field Martial Dao—the Three-Light Primordial Magnetism Body-Refining Art!

That day, at night, forty li outside Fengling Town, in the woods at one of two campfires. "Greetings, Senior Martial Brother!" "Greetings, Senior Martial Uncle!" ×4 "Master!" A chorus of salutations rose from the campfire where Liu Xiu's group sat, and Vice Minister Wu and the others instinctively looked over. They saw Liu Xiu and his companions, clad in azure Daoist robes, bowing toward a water screen suspended in midair. No—more precisely, they were bowing toward a stern-faced, imposing middle-aged man within the water screen. Just as the imperial palace experts were wondering whether this was the renowned Shi Jian, Vice Minister Wu instinctively wanted to ask why he hadn't come over yet. But before he could speak, he saw Shi Jian frown slightly and cast a glance at them from afar through the water screen. At that single glance, they felt a wave of dizziness. Immediately after, when Vice Minister Wu and the others looked toward Liu Xiu's group again, they were horrified to find that their eyes could no longer see clearly. Not only could they not see clearly—they could no longer hear clearly either. Fortunately, though, they soon discovered that this blurred sight and muffled hearing applied only to Daoist Qianhe's group. "Hmph, it's nothing but a paltry trick of the eye..." Vice Minister Wu gave a cold snort, his expression like he'd swallowed a fly, though inwardly he extinguished any thought of questioning when Shi Jian had arrived. By the other campfire. "A pack of ignorant fools! How could what my senior martial brother is using be a paltry trick of the eye? What my senior martial brother is using is the Primordial Concealment-Form Art, capable of concealing form and muffling sound!" Because the sound could only travel in and not out, Daoist Qianhe, having heard Vice Minister Wu's words, spoke with a face full of contempt and disdain. This art was no trickery used by wandering charlatans to pass off the false as genuine. The Primordial Concealment-Form Art was a technique derived from the One Leaf Obscures the Eye divine ability—one worthy of being called a minor divine ability. It is said that when practiced to great completion, it can even make enemies forget the moment they lay eyes on it and lose what they hear the moment it reaches their ears. Thinking of this, an expression of surprise appeared on Daoist Qianhe's face. But soon his surprise turned to shock, for he realized a problem: his senior martial brother wasn't here at all! Spellcasting from so far away, and with such power!! Daoist Qianhe's shocked look gave Shi Jian a touch of that Shi Shaojian-like haughty air of looking down his nose at others, though it didn't last long. Frowning slightly for an instant and casting a glance at the imperial-clan jiangshi inside the bronze-cornered golden coffin, Shi Jian raised his head, looked at the star signs, and said, "Why have you all come early?" Though his cultivation attainment had not reached the point of knowing the timing of heaven and discerning the lay of the land, he could still calculate that this place was near the rendezvous point, Fengling Town. But here was the problem: the originally set rendezvous date was the first day of the sixth month, and Liu Xiu arriving early was something he could understand. But why had Daoist Qianhe arrived early as well? "This..." Daoist Qianhe's expression turned a little awkward. He couldn't very well say he'd been forced, could he? It was because Vice Minister Wu and the others kept urging him that he'd arrived at the rendezvous point early. Shi Jian, who knew his junior martial brother's disposition well, furrowed his brow and said, "Never mind. That's not important. Ah Xiu, what have you run into recently?" Shi Jian's expression eased considerably as he spoke. Save for the absence of a smile, it made Daoist Qianhe blink and blink, feeling as though his senior martial brother had learned to change his face... He lowered his head and said nothing. Shi Jian frowned and withdrew his gaze, too lazy to look anymore at Daoist Qianhe, who had always liked to count ants. With a somewhat eased expression, he looked again at Liu Xiu, who had become somewhat different. Liu Xiu, on whom a touch of sinister qi had appeared! Shi Jian frowned slightly, but upon seeing that Liu Xiu's eyes were still... he twitched the corner of his mouth, looking at Liu Xiu, whose eyes glowed green. After confirming that it was only the qi that was sinister, not Liu Xiu himself or his heart, he couldn't be bothered to look again at Liu Xiu's eyes, which were like a cat demon's. "I ran into quite a lot of things..." In chronological order, Liu Xiu recounted the matter of Hidden Vessel Gate's demonic sword and the Crimson Firmament Sword, as well as the matter of the Voice-Transmitting Jade Pendant. And the previous night's demonic art, the Heaven-Burial Earth-Destruction Great Demonic Art. Listening from the side, Daoist Qianhe stared blankly at Liu Xiu, whose experiences were so rich. Especially upon hearing the two words "demonic art," he was even more taken aback. Seeing Daoist Qianhe like this, Shi Jian's brow furrowed tightly, and he looked at him again and asked, "Hm? You didn't know?" "Senior Martial Brother, I..." Daoist Qianhe lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong. Far from aggrieved, his face held only fear! "Is this how you act as a martial uncle?" Shi Jian furrowed his brows again and spoke. Seeing that Daoist Qianhe, just like when he was a child, only knew how to lower his head and stay silent, he snorted in displeasure. Then he looked at the four of them—Dong, Nan, Xi, and Bei—who likewise kept their heads down in silence. His expression grew even more displeased, and he said, "Like master, like disciple!" "......" (one and four) I suddenly don't miss you anymore! Setting aside the four's thoughts, Daoist Qianhe lowered his head, brooding in silence. Shi Jian, too lazy to look again at the irritating Daoist Qianhe, turned to the Liu Xiu who satisfied him. Seeing this, Liu Xiu readily drew out the Crimson Firmament Sword! Shi Jian swept a glance over the Crimson Firmament Sword, the source of the sinister qi on Liu Xiu's body, and nodded slightly, saying, "Not bad. I didn't expect you to have such a fortuitous opportunity!" Don't let his calm surface fool you—inwardly, he was a little dumbfounded, and not over anything else, but over Liu Xiu's Crimson Firmament Sword. Surname Liu, slays the white snake, the Crimson Firmament Sword... Looking at the large seal script characters on the blade, Shi Jian felt he could find some spare time to go to the underworld, look up the founding patriarch, and flip through the Book of Life and Death. These thoughts lasted only an instant. He gestured for Liu Xiu to put away the Crimson Firmament Sword, then asked, "Tell me about that demonic art you obtained!" "Uh, I don't dare say it—I'm afraid I'll get struck by lightning..." Liu Xiu said honestly. It wasn't that he was a coward; it was mainly that the opening lines of the demonic art were simply too overbearing. He was afraid that reciting them would get him struck by lightning on the spot! However, Liu Xiu did say that the demonic art's creator was the Seven-Star Demon King. At the same time, he made clear that he hadn't practiced it—he'd only taken a look. Seeing that Shi Jian only nodded slightly and said nothing more, merely looking at him with faint surprise, Liu Xiu asked curiously, "Master, that Seven-Star Demon King written about in this demonic art seems very powerful. Is he really that powerful?" "Heh heh..." Shi Jian gave two cold laughs, his smile vanishing so fast it made Daoist Qianhe and the others' eyes blur. Liu Xiu looked at Shi Jian's expression and thought it over. He got it—that Seven-Star Demon King was bragging! But thinking it over, that made sense. If one didn't brag a little about one's own techniques, how would any cultivator be taken in? To be honest, this suddenly made Liu Xiu feel that this Seven-Star Demon King was like those gangsters of later generations who sold boxed lunches—it directly lowered his opinion of the demon kings of the Demon Realm. But he noted that he'd learned something. When it came time for him to write his own book later, he too would exaggerate just a teensy bit in his book—by a hundred-million tiny bits, that is. "Understand?" Shi Jian looked at Liu Xiu, whose face showed that he understood, and spoke. Seeing Liu Xiu nod, he frowned and looked at the utterly dumbfounded Daoist Qianhe and his four disciples. He got irritated again. "......" (five) What did I do wrong this time?! Daoist Qianhe and his four disciples lowered their heads again. Shi Jian, within the water screen, couldn't be bothered with any more talk. He simply extended his hand, forming it into a sword finger. Shi Jian's large hand, in an instant, passed straight through the water screen, and then, under Liu Xiu's astonished gaze, touched the point between his brows. "This is the Mystic Chapter of Riding Emptiness and Commanding Space, derived from the Eight Arts of Hidden Ground divine ability..." Shi Jian withdrew his hand and explained to Liu Xiu the name of the technique he had used to cross through space. "Oh..." Got it—there's a level requirement, right! Liu Xiu muttered inwardly but did not speak aloud again. Instead, he was drawn to the technique Shi Jian had just transmitted into his mind. '"The vastness of heaven and earth is such that killing intent lurks on every side. Demons and monsters run rampant; the calamities of war stretch on without end. Should one encounter them on a single day, the strong are not necessarily spared life, nor the wise necessarily spared calamity. Only those who perceive and know first can evade them before they arise; only those with swift feet and firm bodies can break free once they have met them...'" '"I observe the workings of heaven and earth, the principles of the waxing and waning of primordial magnetism, and comprehend the wonders of yin and yang's generation and restraint, and thus obtain the way of preserving life. Therefore, I do not take up techniques of aggressive advance; I take up only the three—Perception, Swift Stride, and Indestructibility—to establish a method of preserving life, named the Three-Light Primordial Magnetism Body-Refining Art.'" "???" What the hell! My master has worked out the magnetic field martial dao! The little figure inside Liu Xiu's heart looked as if it had seen a ghost, then shook its head frantically—no, this wasn't the magnetic field martial dao; it could only be called a prototype. The prototype of the magnetic field martial dao! It carried the meaning of the magnetic field martial dao, but its main body was still a method of immortal-dao primordial-magnetism hard-body training, created out of the immortal dao and the way of primordial magnetism. Just as Liu Xiu was viewing the first layer, called Divine Perception, he suddenly heard Shi Shaojian's wild, arrogant laughter coming from Shi Jian's side. "Hahaha, I did it! Master, I've mastered the Hegemon Body Three-Light Primordial Magnetism Art! I've mastered the first layer, Thunder-Sound Piercing the Subtle! I've finally mastered the thunder arts! Hahaha..." "???" What the heck—isn't the first layer supposed to be Divine Perception? Wait? The Hegemon Body Three-Light Primordial Magnetism Art? Wait, bro—you really do have a Hegemon Body?