C32 Auriferous Forgery
C32 Auriferous Forgery
A smear of red. Looking at the horizon, one could see a trace of white clouds. Sunset. The sun had set. Its exceptionally strong light shot out from the treetops, dyeing the white clouds and the green mountains blood-red.
It was already dusk when Mu Yi returned to his room. He put the lunch box on the table and opened the prize from his pocket.
The moment the box was opened, a burst of fragrance filled the room. At this moment, a golden fruit that looked like a peach was quietly placed in the box. The fruit even emitted a faint golden glow from time to time; it was extremely beautiful!
He gently took out the fruit. It felt very soft in his hand. It seemed to be filled with water, as if it would burst if he added more power. He put the fruit into his mouth …
After the fruit entered his mouth, it immediately turned into a sweet and mellow rich gravy that slowly flowed down Mu Yi's esophagus. The sweet taste made Mu Yi savor it in his heart.
As the fruit juice flowed into Mu Yi's stomach, a palm sized heat rose from it.
The scorching heat quickly swelled and in an instant, it became the size of a washbasin. Within a few breaths, it had already spread to Mu Yi's entire body. Every piece of muscle, every bone, every piece of flesh, they were all soaked in this scorching energy.
The Golden Origin Fruit had an overbearing medicinal properties. According to the records, the best way to consume this fruit was to eat an Ice Fruit to complement each other. Otherwise, with a normal cultivator's body, they wouldn't be able to withstand the scorching effect of the fruit's yang attribute.
Of course, while Ice and Fire were able to slightly neutralize the Yang nature of the Golden Origin Fruit, its efficacy would also be greatly reduced. However, in order to maximize its effectiveness, Mu Yi would definitely not consume the Ice Fruit unless his life was on the line. However, Mu Yi was very confident in his body's toughness. He should be able to endure it.
There was no need to explain how strong his body was. However, when the effect of the fruit reached its peak, his body was like a burning flame, and every part of his flesh was screaming in pain.
Even though Mu Yi had already numbed the pain, the overbearing effect of the fruit was beyond Mu Yi's expectation. All the flesh and bones in his body were being squeezed, twisted, and torn under the furnace like high temperature. The aching pain continued to ravage Mu Yi's nerves; if it was any other cultivator, they would have already fainted from the pain.
Even though Mu Yi's physical body and nerves were on the verge of collapse, his mind was still incomparably clear. Through his Divine Sense, he could see that the Gold Origin Fruit had already turned into a formless liquid that swept through his body. Under the intense pain, Mu Yi couldn't help but break out in a sweat.
Stinky sweat? Mu Yi's nose twitched. Indeed, this stench was really his. Wherever the Spirit Power went, it could see that his body was already covered with a thin layer of black and yellow filth.
Ever since he started cultivating, Mu Yi's body had been tempered countless times. Originally, Mu Yi thought that his body had been tempered to the limit and the impurities in his body had disappeared.
What Mu Yi didn't expect was that he thought he was just observing the world from the bottom of the well without any impurities. After being refined by the Gold Origin Fruit, he had actually refined so much impurities out of his body. It seemed that what he said made the most sense: "Human's potential is limitless, so I will not bully you."
It seemed that the potential of the body was limitless. Since the Golden Origin Fruit could extract so much impurities, could there still be a spirit fruit stronger than the Golden Origin Fruit? If this world did not have it, then what about the Spirit World? Mu Yi once again developed the zeal to cultivate his physical body.
Mu Yi was covered in sweat and felt a lot of things. As he thought, the pain in his body seemed to be alleviated.
The Golden Origin Fruit's medicinal effects were like a furnace as it continuously burnt Mu Yi's body, removing all the impurities from his muscles and bones. Mu Yi had been gritting his teeth the whole time and persisted in not taking the Ice Fruit, thus the Golden Origin Fruit's medicinal effect was maximized.
After a full ten hours, the medicinal efficacy of the Golden Origin Fruit gradually faded away. Under the scorching heat of the roasting, the filth had already congealed into Elder Mui. It was like a layer of shell covering Mu Yi's entire body, enveloping him within the black Elder Mui.
When he stood up, the outer shell naturally broke, and layers of dirt fell off like cocoons breaking butterflies, revealing Mu Yi's body. The stench on his body made Mu Yi frown. He immediately walked to the well outside and filled the water tank with water. Mu Yi raised his hand and fell towards his body.
"Whew ~"
Mu Yi immediately felt comfortable.
It was already dawn. The sunlight that pierced the clouds was like golden threads, crisscrossing and stitching the light-gray and blue-gray clouds into a beautiful pattern.
It was an eye-catching color, and the early morning spirit had come from it.
After cleaning up, Mu Yi put on his clothes and headed towards the back of the mountain.
The Eight Extremes Fist's power seemed strong and fierce, but in the process of channeling the stored power and power, it had to be gentle and natural, fast but not stiff, gentle and tireless. The softness of the process and the fierceness and fierceness of the force were the characteristics of the Eight Extremes Fist's strength.
At this time, Mu Yi's punches were both fast and slow, with a touch of softness in the middle. At this moment, Mu Yi's punches were both fast and slow, with a touch of gentleness in the middle, and the dance of the fists was like a meat grinder.
He practiced one breath from the inside, while practicing his muscles and bones from the outside. The Eight Extremes Fist emphasized on both inner and outer cultivation, and it had always attached great importance to Qi Cultivation. Only in this way would one be able to cultivate the Fist Arts to its peak.
"Whew ~ ~"
Mu Yi stopped, at this moment, he felt that he had mastered the third move of the Eight Extremes Fist. At the same time, whether it was the first move or the second or third move, Mu Yi could already use inner strength and completely master the first three moves.
Mu Yi suddenly felt that if he continued to cultivate Eight Extremes Fist, what would happen next? After practicing the first three punches many times, Mu Yi realized that the first three punches could be combined together, greatly increasing the strength of the Fist Arts. If he finished training the eight punches, he would fuse them all into a single punch, how powerful would that be?
"Next is the fourth punch, the punch towards the wind." Mu Yi made a palm with one hand and a fist with the other. He stood on the spot and slowly experienced the essence of the punch.
Both fists struck out, this time with the force of a bolt of lightning. The air around Mu Yi started to surge and swirl like two huge snakes, entangling and changing shape on Mu Yi's thick arms.
"No, I have not unleashed the Fist Arts Intent Domain, it seems like it was produced using brute force, there is no Intent Domain of the Dark Wind Fist." At this moment, Mu Yi stopped and murmured. Ye Zichen frowned in deep thought, while his mind was filled with the power of the Dark Morning Fist technique.
When one's martial dao was trained to a certain point, one's willpower would be strong enough to control every muscle in the body. When the muscles vibrate and the air is stirred up, all sorts of offensive techniques can be formed.
As Mu Yi spoke, he used the fourth move of Eight Extremes Fist Fist, Dark Sun Fist, with an extremely slow speed.
His muscles shook piece by piece as if they were alive. Every single one of his muscles trembled, and it was as if a gust of wind had been stirred up. The sound of the air exploding was extremely shocking.