Treasure Art Dragon Cry

Chapter 134: Treasure Art: Dragon Cry

"Fairy Sister, I honestly do not know either. This Beast Soul Bone might have come from a Demon Beast whose cultivation was close to the Heaven Extreme Realm, or it could have dropped from one at the late stage of the Profound Extreme Realm. I cannot say for certain."

Ning Fan scratched his head as he spoke.

"Might... might have?!"

"What are you saying?"

Ye Honglian was thoroughly perplexed. Had Ning Fan not slain this Demon Beast himself? How could there be any uncertainty regarding its realm?

Her conviction stemmed from the inherent nature of a Beast Soul Bone. A cultivator perceived an essence known as 'Spirit Nature' within it. From the moment a Beast Soul Bone was separated from a beast, this Spirit Nature would steadily dissipate over time.

When Ye Honglian examined the bone just now, she found its Spirit Nature nearly overflowing. This meant it had been harvested only days ago.

It was a fresh, untouched bone.

It was unheard of for someone to slay a Demon Beast and simply hand over its Beast Soul Bone without attempting to comprehend its Spirit Nature first.

While such a scenario was not entirely impossible, only those of exalted status-the Holy Sons and Saintesses of the great sects-could ever expect to receive such a gift.

Ning Fan was far from possessing that kind of leverage.

Therefore, he had to be the first one to discover it, and it seemed no one had even contested him for it.

Her deduction was flawless, except for the fact that the actual circumstances were a bit complicated.

"It went like this..."

Ning Fan rubbed his neck and slowly recounted the events of that day. Within a few minutes, Ye Honglian finally grasped the bizarre sequence of events.

Ye Honglian: "..."

She truly had nothing to say.

The realm of the Demon Beast that produced this bone was genuinely impossible to determine. The vast world was indeed filled with wonders, and there was always something new to confound expectations.

"Regardless, you must try to comprehend the Beast Soul Bone first. The more intact the Spirit Nature, the easier it is to grasp, and the more complete the resulting Treasure Art will be,"

Ye Honglian advised.

"But how exactly do I go about comprehending this?"

Ning Fan held the two bones, a troubled expression on his face.

They looked like ordinary bones one could find anywhere. The only unusual thing about them was a faint, almost imperceptible ripple of spiritual power. How was he supposed to connect with this so-called 'Spirit Nature'?

"Calm your mind and focus your intent. Attach your spiritual power to the bone and feel the subtle fluctuations within it!"

Ye Honglian instructed gravely.

"Understood."

Ning Fan nodded and closed his eyes. He gently guided his internal spiritual power outward, enveloping the Beast Soul Bone. A moment later, a strange sensation washed over him.

The surface of the bone seemed to possess countless microscopic, fibrous structures. As his spiritual power touched them, these tiny fibers began to sway. Their movements cast minute, intricate patterns into the spiritual power he had extended.

Those patterns formed a specific path for spiritual power to flow.

That was the Treasure Art itself!

Furthermore, Ning Fan felt a matching wave of comprehension flowing into him from another source-Ye Honglian.

The Yin Yang Profound Scripture excelled at aiding cultivation. During dual cultivation, both partners could join their minds to comprehend a single technique, and a Treasure Art was no exception.

With Ye Honglian's help, the insights became far clearer and more distinct. It was no longer a mere attempt at comprehension; it felt like direct guidance. The exact trajectory of the spiritual power was laid bare, revealing the secrets locked within the bone.

In the next breath,

Ning Fan's vital blood surged violently. The blood within his vessels rushed like a roaring river, and his heart pounded like a war drum, as if a localized inferno had been ignited inside him.

This was the awakening of the Treasure Art!

Ning Fan snapped his eyes open. Without his realizing it, his arm had become encased in layers of bluish-black dragon scales, and his fingers had hardened into vicious claws!

A terrifying force condensed within his palm, accompanied by an echoing Dragon Cry!

"Little lecher..."

"This is the physical manifestation of the Treasure Art. When unleashed, it allows a cultivator to take on the physical traits of the Demon Beast, drastically boosting their physical might."

"This technique is of a very high grade."

Ye Honglian murmured, her eyes gleaming with genuine excitement.

"This Treasure Art is at the Middle Grade Profound Rank. However, if the user possesses a powerful physique, exceptional physical strength, and a higher count of Spirit Marks, its raw power will scale dramatically, even rivaling an Earth Rank art. If paired with a compatible martial skill, its lethality will multiply!"

Ning Fan's eyes brightened considerably.

Physique and raw strength were his greatest strengths, and when it came to Spirit Marks, he possessed a staggering one hundred of them!

As for a compatible martial skill...

"Exactly. The Dragon Snake Evolution Hand is the perfect match for this art. When combined, the two will unleash unimaginable devastation."

"If you fully ignite your vital blood, spiritual power, and all your Spirit Marks, this will become your ultimate trump card—one that could even surpass the Wushi Seal."

Ye Honglian whispered. But as Ning Fan's excitement peaked, her tone abruptly shifted to one of severe warning.

"However, you must be extremely cautious."

"Once you push your vital blood, spiritual power, and Spirit Marks to their absolute limits, it becomes an all-or-nothing gamble. After executing this move, your body will be thrown into a state of extreme exhaustion."

"If you fail to eliminate every single enemy in that strike, you will leave yourself completely defenseless."

"Right, I understand."

Ning Fan nodded seriously. With a gentle shake of his arm, the dark scales receded, and his hand returned to its normal appearance.

"Let's call this Treasure Art the 'Dragon Cry.'"

He muttered to himself.

The fact that an actual dragon's roar resonated from his arm upon manifesting the beast's traits made it feel incredibly formidable. The spiritual pressure it exerted was truly extraordinary.

"By the way,"

Ye Honglian spoke up softly after a brief pause.

"After a short while, you will have to pause our dual cultivation sessions."

"Why is that?"

Ning Fan asked, caught off guard.

"The Emperor Realm. I mentioned before that I am preparing to enter the Emperor Realm for an expedition. Once inside, life-and-death battles can erupt at any moment. If I am suddenly pulled into cultivation by your technique while vying for a Fated Chance, it could prove fatal. Furthermore, I am left temporarily weakened after our sessions."

"In a perilous place like the Emperor Realm, even a momentary drop in strength could cost me my life."

Ye Honglian's expression was entirely serious.

"Three days."

"After three days, you must not initiate dual cultivation with me. We can only resume after twenty-eight days have passed."

"This..."

Ning Fan frowned, a look of profound distress crossing his face.

"Fairy Sister, let me fill you in on something first."

Ning Fan quickly laid out the precise details regarding the upcoming Peak Competition, emphasizing that his preparation relied heavily on intensive dual cultivation.

If Ye Honglian was unavailable,

did that mean his cultivation would grind to a halt?

That was completely unacceptable.

For a time,

both of them fell into a heavy silence. They were both facing crucial turning points-one urgently needed to cultivate, while the other required absolute solitude for survival.

It was a massive dilemma.

"We still have three days. Let's use this time to figure something out. There has to be a workable compromise,"

Ning Fan suggested.

"..."

Ye Honglian could only nod in agreement. She had no better solution to offer at the moment.

They would have to cross that bridge when they came to it.

"L-little lecher..."

"It's coming again!"

"Gulp."

"..."

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