On the road to the Medicine Hall, high-level Eternal Sect members and disciples spontaneously stood on both sides, sending off Purple Hall Master in a hero’s farewell as he was carried in.
The Dao-Transformed Kun, born with an extremely powerful physical body, had been knocked out by the gate-closing disciple with one punch—this was truly heartbreaking.
There was no choice.
After the Nine Dragons Splitting Palm integrated celestial music power, it underwent comprehensive qualitative transformation, with explosive power rising in a straight line. Never mind the Zilin Demon King—even if Jun Changxiao were switched in, he would currently be lying in intensive care.
“Refreshing!”
He Wudi clenched his fist and said, “This is absolutely refreshing!”
Using the power of the Land of Eternal Life to execute martial arts—that sensation was too exhilarating, too satisfying.
Of course.
There were limitations.
Celestial music power existed within a warrior’s body and even their soul, but like the attributes in the dantian, it needed continuous strengthening and would be depleted.
He Wudi’s one punch that knocked out A’zi had consumed all the power he’d comprehended during this time. To fully recover to his previous level, he could only continue listening to the celestial music.
Regarding this.
Jun Changxiao was very satisfied.
As long as the disciples could all condense celestial music power and use it to strengthen the Nine Dragons Splitting Palm, it would absolutely count as a trump card.
When the time came to battle the Heavenly Demon Emperor, with all disciples transforming into One-Punch Men, that scene would definitely be nice.
“Sect Master.”
He Wudi said, “This disciple’s mastery of celestial music power is only one percent. If I mastered one hundred percent and enhanced the martial technique with it, one punch could probably destroy half the Upper Cosmos.”
Jun Changxiao’s mouth twitched as he said, “That exaggerated?”
“The power of the Land of Eternal Life can destroy the entire cosmic system,” He Wudi said seriously.
The lower and upper realms were merely the difference between lower and upper levels, but compared to the entire cosmos versus the Land of Eternal Life, one was a mortal and the other was an immortal.
“So.”
Jun Changxiao walked to the front of the great hall, hands on his hips, and loudly encouraged the disciples, “Once you all master celestial music power, you can all KO Purple Hall Master!”
Listen.
Human words?
Under the Sect Master’s verbal encouragement, the disciples’ eyes became fervent, and they began focusing even more on comprehending the Heavenly Celestial Music.
They thirsted for power.
They even more thirsted to one day be able to KO Purple Hall Master.
So in the future, the Zilin Demon King might become the measuring tool for whether disciples were strong and whether they had mastered celestial music power.
If this truly came to pass, please don’t offer condolences.
…
Since the bronze cauldron’s other purpose was discovered, the disciples could always be seen collectively squatting at the cafeteria entrance after cultivation, waiting for mealtime, occasionally exchanging insights with each other.
“Senior Brother He is here!”
Whenever He Wudi appeared, everyone would swarm around asking about the Heavenly Celestial Music.
“Don’t crowd!”
“One at a time, one at a time!”
The Gou Wuli Saint Monarch had fully integrated into the sect, so he patiently explained to his fellow disciples.
Having such a powerhouse from the Land of Eternal Life as a teacher, everyone’s comprehension of celestial music power naturally became faster and faster.
…
In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed.
The disciples had become accustomed to the lifestyle of entering the fairyland to comprehend the celestial music, so they were no longer as obsessed as at the beginning but gradually returned to calm.
A few scattered disciples were eating in the cafeteria, their conversations revolving around celestial music power.
“Senior Brother.”
A disciple whose face was written with “doesn’t deserve a name” said excitedly, “I just found the feeling yesterday. In a few more days, I should be able to condense it!”
“The Sect Master is absolutely right. As long as we work hard, we can definitely master celestial music power,” a nearby disciple said.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
At this moment, explosions came from outside.
Everyone looked out through the window to see on the huge martial arts field, fellow disciples divided into two teams playing soccer, and their eyes filled with envy.
Why were they envious?
Because Senior Brother Su Xiaomo dribbling the ball had enchanting radiance flowing from his feet.
And that was precisely the celestial music power everyone was desperately seeking.
“Xiao Fei!”
Su Xiaomo, who had charged to midfield with the ball, shouted loudly, “Catch it!”
“Boom—” With a powerful kick, infused with celestial music power, the happy soccer ball seemed enveloped in flames as it streaked along the ground, leaving a deep furrow wherever it passed.
This kick had tremendous force.
Even any Half-Step Heavenly Mystery wouldn’t dare receive it directly, fearing they might accidentally lose their life.
“Stomp stomp stomp!”
Li Fei sprinted madly toward where the happy soccer ball would land, then leaped into the air, assuming a bicycle kick position as his golden right foot was instantly enveloped in enchanting radiance.
That’s right.
Celestial music power!
“Boom—”
The happy soccer ball was struck again and could only be forced to change direction, flying toward the goal at a tricky angle.
Please don’t be deceived by the simple text—in fact, after the ball bore the celestial music power, it instantly disappeared and instantly appeared before the goal. Its speed was so fast it seemed to have secretly slipped through while space blinked.
“Boom!”
Suddenly, a pair of hands burst with enchanting radiance, clamping directly onto the happy soccer ball that was about to break through the goal like pincers.
Yang Yuhua steadied himself, a smile appearing on his face.
Seeing this, Su Xiaomo and Li Fei both clutched their heads in great disappointment.
From simple soccer, one could see that after half a year, the core disciples and some quasi-core disciples had successfully comprehended celestial music power and could apply it well in daily life.
Not only that.
In the cafeteria kitchen, Ma Yongning covered his eyes with a black cloth.
He gently placed his palm on the cutting board, then suddenly slapped down. The neatly arranged vegetables were immediately bounced up, and when they fell again, they had been sliced into one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces.
The entire process flowed like water.
So some students might ask, how did he cut vegetables without using a knife?
Because of celestial music power.
Perhaps because he was relatively low-key, Ma Yongning didn’t blatantly release the enchanting attribute but truly achieved using it in formless ways, even reaching the realm of “though there’s no knife in hand, there are ten thousand knives in heart.”
“Uncle Ma, hurry up with the dishes!”
“Coming!”
Ma Yongning untied the black cloth over his eyes, then sent the cut vegetables over and handed them to Liu Wanshi.
That woman was even more impressive. Without even looking, she dumped all the vegetables into the bronze cauldron, then directly hugged it with both hands. Enchanting celestial music power burst forth as she vigorously shook it.
Fire in the heart, oil in the eyes.
That’s right.
This was stir-frying.
Whether a cauldron could be used for stir-frying didn’t depend on whether the spatula could be wielded freely, but whether the cook had enough strength.
Power from the Land of Eternal Life could not only be used for playing soccer, cutting vegetables, and stir-frying, but also applied to other areas—for example, Array Formation Hall members used it to trace pattern lines, and Casting Hall members used it to forge weapons.
It could be said.
In just half a year.
The Eternal Sect had mastered celestial music power and successfully applied it to various fields.
The benefits this brought were that disciples’ strength became stronger, dishes were made more fragrant, and array formation mechas were comprehensively elevated.
Jun Changxiao sat in the great hall, witnessing enchanting radiance appearing everywhere in the sect, and a gratified smile gradually appeared at the corners of his mouth.
Heavenly Demon Emperor.
Wait for this seat a little longer.
When that time comes, you and I will battle bloodily in Shanghai!
“Sect Master!”
At this moment, Li Luoqiu transmitted his voice, “Ye Xingchen has encountered trouble outside!”