372: Chapter 372 Sword Training and Creativity, Dragon Clan Supreme

Hun Tiandi spent half a day gaining a thorough understanding of the Half-Step Crushing Fist.

The Half-Step Crushing Fist was a method for close-quarters combat, a high-level Xuan-rank Dou Technique focused on melee offense.

Renowned for its ferocious and violent power, once mastered to Great Success, its attacks contained nine layers of force. When stacked, its power was comparable to a Di-rank Dou Technique.

If one achieved complete mastery through comprehensive cultivation, defeating an opponent three or four stars stronger than oneself would not be difficult.

However, the Half-Step Crushing Fist did not demand much in terms of Dou Zhi Qi, but it was extremely demanding on the physical body.

This Dou Technique was suitable for melee combat; if the physical constitution was not tough enough, forcing its execution would not only fail to harm the enemy but might cause the practitioner's own body to shatter first.

Now, Hun Tiandi had cultivated the Half-Step Crushing Fist to perfection. A casual strike contained nine layers of hidden force; with the forces stacked, it was incredibly fierce.

"Nine-fold hidden force? Layered force? Stacking?"

"What if blade force could be stacked? Could it erupt with the same infinite power as the Half-Step Crushing Fist's layered force?"

Hun Tiandi was deep in thought, wondering if the method of generating hidden force in his mind could be converted into a method for blade force.

This was not a simple conversion or application; it was the creation of a Dou Technique.

On the continent, every Dou Technique was the result of countless people following one after another, sometimes even paying with their lives to accumulate experience.

Only by integrating that experience could volumes of powerful Dou Techniques be perfected.

If word got out that Hun Tiandi was trying to create a Dou Technique, he would likely be laughed at for being young and overestimating his own abilities.

Creating a Dou Technique? Dreaming!

Opening his eyes, Hun Tiandi scanned his surroundings. Yan Xing and the other two were still cultivating and healing. He stood up and saw that Qing Yue showed no signs of ending her seclusion.

Shaking his head slightly, he walked toward the other side of the deep valley. Once far from the seclusion spot, Hun Tiandi took out his long blade and faced a lake.

Boom!

He swung a heavy blow. Without using any Dou Qi, a burst of blade light shot from the tip. The moment it hit the water, ripples spread across the calm surface.

They expanded frantically in all directions.

As the blade light erupted, the water was torn apart along the edge of the blade like cotton cloth, bursting toward both sides with a 'zila' sound.

The lake surface roared as if a ten-thousand-jin boulder had fallen into it.

Hun Tiandi shook his head slightly, feeling that something wasn't right. The power was too dispersed, and the angle of the strike was wrong.

Once the lake surface returned to its original state, he simply placed the long blade into the water and pulled it toward his chest.

The water actually followed the edge of the blade. Drawing on the force-delivery method of the Half-Step Crushing Fist, he began to adjust himself, seeking how to maximize his power.

Turning one part of power into two... or even three parts of force.

He struck with his blade repeatedly, gaining insights into the blade technique.

Suddenly, the scene before Hun Tiandi's eyes changed. He was inside a magnificent hall, with the young girl Tianxin and the Little Golden Dragon before him.

Besides them, there was a man dressed in a crystal-blue scaled robe, wearing Black Jade Cloud-Smoke Boots. He looked about forty-five years old with long golden hair and two formidable dragon horns on his forehead pointing toward the sky.

The man sat on the main throne, appearing as if he didn't exist at all.

He gave off a very peculiar feeling, as if he were integrated with heaven and earth, causing one to inadvertently overlook him.

The Little Golden Dragon was no longer accompanying Tianxin; instead, it flew to the man's feet, rubbing its dragon head against the man's trouser leg.

The man had a serious expression, his sharp gaze fixed on Hun Tiandi.

His hands rested on the armrests, as if he were scrutinizing Hun Tiandi.

Hun Tiandi also stood quietly in the palace. Standing before him, he did not speak—not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't open his mouth.

Although the man did not release a shred of aura, meeting his eyes was enough.

It produced a sensation of one's soul being swallowed. His deep eyes were unfathomable; with just a glance, a soul at the Mortal Realm Perfection had no power to resist.

The feeling was like time standing still; these were a pair of terrifying eyes.

It wasn't until the man's gaze fell upon the Little Golden Dragon at his feet that Hun Tiandi exhaled a breath, drenched in cold sweat.

"Little fellow, what a massive amount of luck you possess!"

The man stood up and looked at Hun Tiandi again, a faint smile appearing on his lips as he spoke.

"Senior overpraises me!" Hun Tiandi responded, not daring to look too much at this mysterious man.

"Do you know who I am?" the man asked Hun Tiandi, his deep eyes seeming to see right through him.

"Senior is the Lord of the Dragon Race!"

Hun Tiandi voiced his suspicion, hiding nothing at this moment.

"A Dragon Race Contract is not something just anyone can sign, do you know that?" He chuckled, a flash of appreciation appearing in the depths of his eyes.

"This junior did not know," Hun Tiandi said.

"Oh? Interesting!" A glint flashed in the man's eyes.

Seeing that Hun Tiandi did not seem to be lying, he couldn't help but sigh: "Truly, the willow planted unintentionally grows into shade; the ignorant are fearless. For Xiao Jin to inject the 'Contract Root' into you is truly the will of Heaven!"

"Senior, what is a Dragon Race Contract? And what is a Contract Root?" Hun Tiandi inquired.

Looking at the youth before him, the man realized he had obtained a heavenly fortune yet was actually unaware of it.

"If you are willing, my Dragon Race is willing to form a bond with you. However, you need to establish a Fortune Dynasty and take the Dragon Race as the National Beast to share the luck of heaven and earth!"

The man spoke after a moment of thought.

Hearing this, Hun Tiandi was puzzled, yet he could sense the immense benefits involved. With such a massive profit at stake, he needed to present a corresponding bargaining chip.

"Senior need not worry. This junior has already established a Fortune Dynasty, though it has not been for long!"

Hun Tiandi said immediately.

"Oh?"

The man was surprised. Looking at Hun Tiandi, he spoke again: "What is your State-Stabilizing Divine Artifact? And the God-Appointing tool? Sigh, it is already decent that you could establish a dynasty with your cultivation level, let alone a State-Stabilizing Divine Artifact!"

He shook his head slightly, clearly having thought too highly of Hun Tiandi.

"Senior, this junior established the Dazheng Dynasty. The State-Stabilizing Divine Artifact is the fangtian imperial seal, forged from Nine-Dragon Fangtian Jade!"

"The God-Appointing object is the investiture of the gods scroll, refined from Nine-Colored Dragon Silkworm!"

Hun Tiandi said immediately.

This mysterious man had offered a huge benefit. With a large cake in front of him, he needed a sufficient appetite to eat it.

Without the right tools, one doesn't take on specialized work; without a good set of teeth, others won't let you eat!

"That is somewhat interesting!" the mysterious man said in astonishment.

Those two things were divine items of heaven and earth. How could a mere Dou Wang have found them all?

"Is this true?" the mysterious man confirmed, now full of curiosity toward Hun Tiandi.

"Naturally. The Dazheng Empire is right within the Black-Corner Region!" Hun Tiandi said at once.

The mysterious man took a long, careful look at him, and Hun Tiandi remained as steady as a mountain.

Ang!

The Little Golden Dragon let out a cry, swimming around the man's feet.

"Do you know who it is?" The Dragon Clan Supreme pointed at the Little Golden Dragon by his feet. Seeing that it was being pointed at, the Little Golden Dragon stepped forward a few times.

"The Young Master of the Dragon Race!" Hun Tiandi took a deep breath and said solemnly.

"Do you know why the Ten Thousand Dragons would listen to it?" the Dragon Clan Supreme asked.

"Is it because of Senior?" Hun Tiandi said.

"No. Even without me, the Ten Thousand Dragons would obey its commands, because besides me, it is the second dragon to possess the Dragon Race Source Bloodline!"

"As long as the Source is not extinguished, the race will prosper forever. It is also the only dragon among the race, besides myself, capable of signing a contract with a human—the Sovereign of all dragons in the world!"

The Sovereign said indifferently.

Hun Tiandi glanced at the Little Golden Dragon. Saving this little dragon had truly been an incredible stroke of luck.