Tprm 1224

 Wu Ruofeng would rather sacrifice half of his vital energy than fight Chen Ge to the death.


                At that moment, he struck a blow with all his might.


                Bang!


                Chen Ge received a solid slap.


                "Hahahaha, Chen Ge, you will die!"


                Wu Ruofeng laughed hideously.


                Only soon his laughter froze as he realised that his Yin Thunder Palm True Qi did not penetrate Chen Ge's body.


                "Where is my palm power? How is that possible? Why is there a qi force that is dissolving my palm force?"


                Wu Ruofeng was incomparably terrified.


                Boom!


                The next moment. A palm energy was seen striking directly from Chen Ge's back.


                Bang, bang, bang!


                The place where the palm force hit was none other than Wu Ruofeng's disciples.


                "Ahhhhhh!"


                The group screamed miserably, all of them dying under the palm force of the Yin Thunder Palm.


                This was exactly the stance that Chen Ge had practiced, the Shifting Flower.


                "What?"


                Wu Ruofeng was dumbfounded.


                "Mo Ke Immeasurable!"


                Then, Chen Ge's third stance was directly executed.


                "Not good!"


                Wu Ruofeng had lost his wife and his entire hair was blatantly erect at this moment.


                He roared out in terror and used all his Qi to quickly turn into a thick smoke and dissipate and flee while Chen Ge's sword Qi was still forming.


                The whole process, in fact, happened in a flash of lightning.


                "That was a quick run!"


                Chen Ge withdrew his kung fu. It was mainly because it was Chen Ge's first time using these martial arts techniques against his enemies, and although he had reached great success, he inevitably lacked some practical combat experience, allowing the old fox-like Wu Ruofeng. He exploited two loopholes in quick succession.


                Firstly, he used his doppelganger to hit himself with a slap.


                And then escaped early before he could activate himself.


                But fortunately, in the future, Chen Ge would never have to fear this fellow again.


                Moreover, half of his true essence had already been chopped to pieces by himself.


                On the other side.


                Wu Ruofeng had already escaped to a hundred miles away.


                Poof!


                He had just stopped when he suddenly felt his qi and blood surge inside him, followed by a wild spray of fresh blood.


                His whole body trembled and shrank to the ground.


                "Three into hell, what a style, even though I used my split body, I was still injured by the residual power of the sword Qi, and what kind of spell was that Chen Ge, completely ignoring my attacks!"


                "Damn it, it's too damnable, it must have been his entry into the divine technique and his acquisition of the supreme treasure, it must also have been his nine revolutions of the Yuan Shen that allowed him to become so strong!"


                Wu Ruofeng's face was full of pain.


                At that moment, he climbed up and covered his chest as he continued to flee for his life.


                Next, Chen Ge saved the crowd.


                He then returned to the Zhou family.


                Zhou Wanjiang was seriously injured, and after using the Red Flame Dragon Blood to rescue Zhou Min, he was behind closed doors to heal his wounds.


                Chen Ge also looked at Zhou Wanjiang's injuries.


                First, he had used that palm technique in the first battle, which had already greatly injured his true essence, and then he was even injured by Wu Ruofeng's palm power.


                Although Chen Ge had already dissolved all the power for him.


                But he had still injured his meridians and dantian.


                To be honest, it was no longer possible to carry out cultivation again.


                "Xiao Ge. I understand my situation, to be able to stay alive is already extremely good, how can I dare to ask to cultivate again. It's just a pity that on my Zhou family, generation after generation, there have been at least seven or eight Daoist realms."


                "Unfortunately, when it comes to me, and counting down, I'm afraid that no more Daoist realms exist!"


                Zhou Wanjiang coughed and said.


                "Daoist realm?"


                Chen Ge asked curiously.


                "Mm, right. You've been with us for so long, huh, and have no real understanding of the cultivation realm. I might as well tell you about it!"


                Zhou Wanjiang said.


                "Okay!"


                Chen Ge nodded his head.


                "First of all, in our cultivation world, no matter if it's the casual cultivators, or the alchemy clan, and those who believe in the cultivation of machine equipment, all cultivators, there is only one realm to pursue. That is to transform into a saint and become a Daoist!"


                "This is not only an increase in lifespan, but most crucially, a leap in strength!"


                "As for me, I was at a quasi-Daoist cultivation level before, and with a few more decades of cultivation, I might have the hope of transforming into a saint and becoming a Daoist. I've even thought of my own title, I'll call myself Daoist of the Ten Thousand Rivers. Haha, unfortunately, from now on. I'm afraid I'll never have a chance with the cultivation world again!"


                Zhou Wanjiang shook his head and coughed violently.


                "This, when I was in South Vietnam before, I had also encountered some streams of Tai Shang elders. That their cultivation level ......"


                "Hehe, them? They are nothing, at most, they have touched the threshold of cultivation, sort of become a cultivator, their lifespan has just increased, but they are still flesh and mortal, that bunch of people eat the ancient, but they are all arrogant, they think they are some kind of cultivation world powerhouse, bah! Normal cultivators, they won't bother with them!"


                "Even mortal weapons, if the weapons are extremely powerful. They can hardly even resist, a pile of waste!"


                Zhou Wanjiang directly waved his hand helplessly.


                "And you, Xiao Ge, although your cultivation level was not weak before, you are still a mortal body, the reason why mortal weapons can hardly threaten you is because of the Nine Revolutions Yuan Shen inside you!"


                Zhou Wanjiang continued to explain.


                "You might as well forget about those fools you met before now, because now you are not only a true cultivator. Moreover, you have already transformed into a saint, and now, I should in turn address you as a Daoist senior!"


                "What Uncle Zhou means is that I am now a Daoist!?"


                Chen Ge was dumbfounded.


                "Of course, otherwise, how would you be able to defeat Wu Ruofeng? He is also a Daoist, if you don't believe me, then there is a fruit knife used in the world, try cutting yourself!"


                Zhou Wanjiang laughed.


                Chen Ge really tried it out.


                The result was that instead of not a drop of blood flowing, the wound healed straight away.


                "Well, it seems that your Uncle Zhou and I have a good eye, you have truly become a Daoist. Ignorant of mundane things in the world, unlike us, although I have reached the level of a Daoist-to-be, some worldly injuries that are too powerful for me to bear! After all, I failed to incarnate into a saint!"


                "So that's how it is."


                Chen Ge nodded his head.


                "Little Song, now that you have reached the next stage. It's time to give yourself a Dharma name to facilitate as well as mix in the cultivation world in the future!"


                Zhou Wanjiang said.


                "Like what Wu Ruofeng did, he has a master heritage and is a member of the Wind generation of the General Penning Thunder Sword. His Dharma name is Feng Lei, and he should now be Daoist Feng Lei, but he doesn't like to be tainted with any of the sect's names, so he refers to himself as the Penning Thunder Sword God."


                "No wonder. When I was fighting against him, he could actually use a doppelganger!"


                Chen Ge understood.


                "Then, what about after becoming a Daoist, are there any cultivation realms upwards?"


                It was as if Chen Ge had opened the door to a new world.


                "Oh, of course, but there are too few, how many people, stuck in the Daoist period, can't break through for a full thousand years."


                Zhou Wanjiang shook his head.


                "But I can tell you about it, from quasi-Daoist, to becoming a Daoist by incarnating into a saint, and then from Daoist, the pursuit of that is Immortal! Above the Immortal, there is the Supreme Immortal, above the Supreme Immortal, there is the True Immortal, then the Golden Immortal, the Da Luo Golden Immortal, and all the way to the end, being able to refine a golden body, immortal and indestructible!"


                "Hehe, but I know very little about the realm above Immortals, and there is very little information."


                Zhou Wanjiang said, "So, don't be misled by those servants you met in the past, those were all imagined by these servants themselves, not the cultivation process of the cultivation world at all!"