Not Even Dogs Would Go There 3: Chapter 3: Shrek?
Not Even Dogs Would Go There He had discovered this when he released his Spirit just now, guessing that it was most likely due to the power of a god.
Moreover, his Spirit also possessed the Ultimate Light attribute.
Naturally restraining Evil Soul Masters!
That trace of evil aura on Tang Ya earlier was purified by this divine power.
“As for recovery ability, it comes with the Body Martial Soul itself.
The specific limits are still unclear.” Lu Chen didn’t tell the whole truth.
The Immortal Body ability was too abnormal.
Before finding a backer or becoming strong enough himself, he didn’t want to expose this trump card.
“Is this what a genius is like?
It’s too exaggerated!” After hearing the explanation, Tang Ya couldn’t help but gape.
This Spirit is no less inferior to top-tier Spirits like the Clear Sky Hammer or the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon!
Compared to this, her Blue Silver Grass was simply a world apart.
Tang Ya looked at Lu Chen with envy, then became excited.
“So, with Little Chen, the revenge for my parents is no longer a pipe dream!’ Why don’t we join Shrek together?
With the academy’s training, you can improve your strength faster.” Suddenly, she remembered something and pressed, “Oh right, what’s your spirit power level now?
Shrek only accepts Spirit Masters and above.” “Level ten, innate full spirit power,” Lu Chen replied indifferently.
Tang Ya showed an ‘as expected’ expression.
Before she could even be happy, she heard Lu Chen say, “However, I don’t plan to join Shrek.” “Huh?
Why?” Tang Ya was puzzled, “Although I don’t like it there either, it’s undeniable that Shrek is the number one school on the entire continent.
Only by joining there can we receive the most top-tier education.” The most top-tier education?
Lu Chen rolled his eyes, complaining inwardly.
Teaching how to run every day?
Or listening to their PUA all day long?
That place is Tang San’s backyard.
Once Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong enter Shrek, Tang San’s gaze will definitely be focused on Shrek at all times.
One wrong move and you’ll be brainwashed.
Lu Chen currently didn’t want to be noticed by Tang San; that Old Schemer’s methods were too disgusting.
Besides, he has the most top-tier Body Martial Soul.
Why go to Shrek when he could go to the Body Sect?
Lu Chen shrugged, “Did you forget about my Spirit?” Tang Ya slapped her forehead, “You’re right, you said the Body Sect is the most suitable place for Body Martial Souls.” Immediately, she looked dejected, “But then we can’t be together.” The Body Sect only recruits disciples with Body Martial Souls; this is an iron rule.
Lu Chen heard this and chuckled, “Rules are for stabilizing the weak.
As long as I show enough value, even if you don’t have a Body Martial Soul, you can still enter the Body Sect.” The Body Sect has gone through thousands of years, with periods of prosperity and decline.
The current Body Sect Master, Du Busi, is already over 200 years old, in his twilight years.
It’s unknown how much life he has left.
But his ambition is not small at all; he always wants the Body Sect to become the continent’s number one power.
Tragically, there isn’t a single top-tier expert in the younger generation to shoulder the heavy responsibility.
Although Long Aotian’s talent is outstanding, his Spirit is just a panel.
Though rare, it can’t reach the height of Du Busi.
He can only barely serve as a successor.
Moreover, he hasn’t grown up yet.
But now, Lu Chen has appeared.
He is confident that with his perfect Body Martial Soul, he can definitely make the Body Sect break the conventional rules.
He didn’t want Tang Ya to go to that troublesome Shrek and get involved with that guy Bei Bei, who had a child bride.
The further away from a place like Shrek, the better.
As for the title of Tang Sect Master, he also had to find an opportunity to give it away.
Preferably, he’d give it back to Huo Yuhao, letting him attract Tang San’s attention in the front.
Ever since experiencing the terror of a god, Lu Chen understood.
Even with foreknowledge of the plot, he couldn’t be too reckless.
Whether it’s the One-Punch Man world or the Douluo World, these gods are unreasonable.
Lu Chen could imagine that if he obstructed Tang San’s dog-training plan, that guy would definitely descend to the mortal realm.
“Can I really enter the Body Sect…?” Tang Ya was a bit doubtful.
Although she clearly knew Lu Chen’s talent, the Body Sect was a top-tier power on the continent, on par with Shrek.
How could rules set by such a sect be easily broken?
Lu Chen’s tone was firm, “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.
Trust me.” “Okay, anyway, you’re my only family now, so whatever you say goes.” Tang Ya blinked, smiling playfully.
She had found her backbone again and reverted to her lively, easygoing self.
“Grumble—” Suddenly, an ill-timed rumbling sound came from Lu Chen.
Lu Chen’s old face flushed.
He rubbed his shrunken stomach and awkwardly cleared his throat twice: “Being unconscious for too long, my stomach seems to be protesting.” Tang Ya chuckled, “You sit and rest first.
I’ll go make you some porridge right away.
I learned a bit of cooking from Aunt Zhang, our neighbor, these past six months.
I guarantee I’ll make up for all the deficiencies from these four years!” With that, Tang Ya bustled into the simple kitchen.
Lu Chen smiled faintly, sat cross-legged on the wooden bed again, and began to condense his spirit power.
During the period of Peerless Tang Sect, the Douluo Continent was not safe.
The Sun Moon Empire was ambitious, constantly wanting to launch wars to unify the continent.
And in the original work, the first country to be annihilated was his Heaven Dou Empire.
The Body Sect was left with only a few small fry.
Lu Chen didn’t want to become a stepping stone for the Sun Moon Empire.
“I’ve already wasted nearly four years.
Those geniuses should all be Soul Emperors or above at this age.
I have to work twice as hard to catch up with them.” Lu Chen knew the spirit power condensation method since he was a child.
But after only cultivating for a while, Lu Chen frowned deeply.
“The absorption speed is too slow.
Is it because I haven’t obtained my first spirit ring yet?” Generally speaking, a Spirit Master can continue to condense spirit power even without absorbing a spirit ring.
It’s just that the spirit power level isn’t displayed.
But Lu Chen didn’t expect the absorption speed to be so slow.
It was like a snail crawling.
“Or is it because of the Meditation Technique?” Lu Chen suddenly had an idea.
He adjusted his sitting posture, placed his hands flat on his knees, and his breathing rhythm suddenly changed.
It was no longer the deep, prolonged breathing common on the Douluo Continent, but rather a unique rhythm guiding his breath.
Inhaling like a stream converging into a spring, long and subtle.
Exhaling like waves crashing on the shore, continuous yet containing hidden power.
This was precisely the core of Banggu’s ultimate skill from the One-Punch Man world.
Flowing Water Breathing Method!
Of course, here it should be called the Flowing Water Meditation Method.
In the One-Punch Man world, the ultimate techniques used by those martial artists all required cooperation with breathing methods to enhance their power.
Whether it was the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist or the Whirlwind Iron Slash Fist, both required specific breathing methods to mobilize the entire body’s strength.
However, at this moment, Lu Chen was using it to cultivate spirit power.
Initially, the spirit power dispersed in the air merely gathered around him naturally like morning mist.
But as the breathing rhythm deepened, those invisible energies seemed to be endowed with the characteristic of ‘water flow’.
They began to seep into his skin and meridians continuously along a gentle vortex trajectory.
This process had no sense of domineering plunder; instead, it was like spring water moisturizing dry land.
Gently nourishing every part of his body.
As the spirit power circulated, it faintly emitted a soft sound like gurgling streams.
Forming cyclical ‘spirit power streams’ within his meridians.
However, when the breathing rhythm entered a deeper phase, the accumulated force suddenly burst forth beneath the gentle facade.
At the end of each exhalation, the speed of spirit power convergence would quietly accelerate, like waves pushing forward in layers.
At the deepest point of each inhalation, the suction of the internal spirit power vortex would increase by a fraction, like an undercurrent building momentum.
After just a few cycles, the spirit power absorption efficiency had climbed to six to seven times that of ordinary meditation.
But the meridians were not subjected to violent flushing, but rather a continuous and powerful infusion like tides caressing reefs.