The disciples and Zhiyange Daoist from Wumeishan on the viewing platform couldn't help but smile.
On other viewing platforms, seeing Liu Jiangfusheng reveal a bit of his skill from the start, he not only showed he wasn't bullying with immortal artifacts but also silenced the disciples of sects whispering below, who no longer dared to comment on him casually.
Wei Li also had high hopes for Liu Jiangfusheng. His thoughts were not much different from Zhiyange Daoist; he didn't mind using the ghost infant as a whetstone to sharpen him more.
Although the ghost infant couldn't see, it didn't mean he wasn't aware of what was happening around him.
With a gloomy expression, he reminded in a muffled voice, "Uncle-Master Fusheng, don't underestimate me."
Liu Jiangfusheng lightly swept his flowing eyebrows and raised his hand, his lake-blue sleeves rippling. "Nephew, please."
This was him making the first move.
The ghost infant immediately unleashed his ghostly flash without hesitation, his legs shooting forward. The rapid, overlapping kicks generated leg winds like a barrage of air bullets, churning the air and causing it to explode.
Liu Jiangfusheng kept one hand behind his back and the other palm swelled with spiritual energy, forming a curtain. This transparent film, as tough as a wall, blocked him several feet away, preventing him from breaking through. *What if you have no hands? Your entire body will become your greatest weapon. If any part is pushed to its extreme, even those with full limbs before you will have no choice but to bow their heads and obey.*
That person had taught him this.
The muscles in his legs bulged, and spiritual energy coiled around his bones and joints below. A low "yi ya" growl rumbled from his throat, and the air instantly became silent and cold. Behind him, a coiled spiritual entity stretched out its limbs, its long arms and legs planting firmly behind the ghost infant. As it unfurled, its body resembled a colossal, ancient barbarian giant, immensely tall.
"Giant Spirit Scripture," by opening all twelve meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians of the body, and then infusing spiritual energy throughout the entire body, one could perceive the paths, connections, and distribution. When these paths and connections formed a pattern like a belt, one could manipulate and project a "Giant Spirit" integrated with oneself, formless as if form, and form-like as if formless.
"Wh-what is this?"
The Purple Grass Mountain Lord, Tong Gu, who was learned and well-informed, considered the most learned person in the Great Evolution Sect, found this scene somewhat familiar. After racking his brains to recall, he was greatly shocked. "I remember now, it's the Giant Spirit Scripture!"
The surrounding people, not knowing, looked at him, awaiting further explanation.
"This is a cultivation technique created by the Giants. The Crimson Firmament Ghost Cultivator, who perished hundreds of years ago, rose to fame by relying on this cultivation technique."
They had indeed heard of the Crimson Firmament Ghost Cultivator. He was born with missing arms, but his cultivation technique was so powerful that few dared to provoke him. His situation was similar to the ghost infant's current predicament.
"Where did he get this cultivation technique from?" someone asked in surprise.
The ghost infant's unfocused gray eyes converged. He swayed his body to the side, making a movement that resembled a punch. The giant spirit behind him squatted down and swung a punch at Liu Jiangfusheng. The fist wind was sharp, the gale howled, and it struck heavily.
*Boom—*
The spiritual energy barrier, which had been unbreakable moments ago, finally couldn't bear the load and shattered completely.
This was pure spiritual energy convergence; the force caused even the mountain wall and crust to tremble.
Everyone gasped, "The Giant Spirit Scripture! To wield such power with only Golden Core cultivation. If their cultivation were even higher..."
He used spiritual energy to form the shape of the giant spirit. This way, even without arms, he could attack with full force.
Liu Jiangfusheng appeared as insignificant as a blade of grass beneath a giant's foot. The ghost infant pressed his advantage, swinging his invisible, missing arms, while the giant spirit attacked on his behalf.
Punch after punch, kick after kick, faster and more urgent, like a storm—
Fortunately, the training ground was equipped with a spirit-dispersing formation to counteract magical attacks. The damage caused by his spiritual energy impacting the ground did not destroy the entire training ground.
Meanwhile, amidst the giant spirit's punches and kicks, Liu Jiangfusheng's movement speed increased, the gusting wind whipping up his dark hair and blue-and-white robes. He quickly formed hand seals…
Gu Junshi didn't know what cultivation technique he practiced after losing the "Heartless Great Dao Technique," but this time he could clearly see his strength after growing.
Everyone was engrossed in watching the two combatants. Some were surprised that the ghost infant could push the Heavenly Spirit Root to this extent, while others speculated that these Heavenly Spirit Roots might stumble here and be defeated by the ghost infant who had surpassed them.
They all believed Liu Jiangfusheng had only been meditating and practicing cultivation in his cave dwelling for the past three years, but only one person had unwavering faith in him.
That person was Zhiyange Daoist.
He had visited Liu Jiangfusheng's secluded cave dwelling once.
He had witnessed a scene that shook his very soul.
The stone walls of the cave dwelling were covered with numerous narrow scratches, not sparing even the most remote and inconspicuous corners.
Moreover, each mark was etched a foot deep into the stone surface. This was not the result of one or two attempts but of tens of thousands of repeated efforts.
Liu Jiangfusheng had been challenging himself within the cave dwelling, wanting to break through the time limit and emerge early.
Everyone knew that this restriction was personally set by the Sect Leader, equivalent to being guarded by a Great Power of Soul Departure.
He was resisting the power of a Great Power of Soul Departure. The restriction's backlash against him was incredibly fierce, but he did not flinch or give up. Within that very cave dwelling, he tried again and again, breaking through time and again.
Although he hadn't engaged in real combat, he had honed his techniques to perfection, his mind and hands working in perfect harmony. Who dared to say his disciple Fusheng was merely a showy fighter with no substance?!
Wind comes, spirit comes.
The giant spirit seemed to sense an unsettling trembling power gathering in the air. The ghost infant suddenly looked up, and the giant spirit did the same.
Above, spiritual light sword techniques appeared. There was no sword intent, but sharp sword Qi slashed down. Instead of a chilling killing aura, it felt like the scorching heat of a midsummer day in June.
The lotus totem beneath Liu Jiangfusheng's feet bloomed vibrantly, the spiritual light dazzling. Above, a complex sword array totem unfolded, enveloping the giant spirit's massive body.
"Spirit converges, but does not dissipate; spirit converges, but is not solid."
He spread his arms and pointed, executing a sword technique. The void's wind was not cold; it was the Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Technique.
Above, sword light rained down, like unstoppable meteors instantly plummeting. The linear spiritual light pierced the giant spirit's body, leaving it riddled with holes. It let out a silent roar, light shining through its entire body. The ghost infant felt as if all his meridians were being sliced by sharp blades, and the giant spirit dissipated into mist.
His knees buckled, and he leaned on the ground, panting heavily. Hot blood surged up his throat, and despite his efforts to hold it back, it overflowed his lips and dripped down.
"Spirit converges, but does not dissipate; spirit converges, but is not solid..." This was Liu Jiangfusheng's assessment of him.
His giant spirit had form but lacked spirit.
Liu Jiangfusheng's stunning move utterly stunned everyone. The sword intent had been as clear and purifying as cleansing, yet such pure things were also merciless and cruel, allowing no impurities.
It was like an enlightenment of "Great Dao is Heartless." As their consciousness merely brushed against it, they felt their scalps tingle and their backs grow cold.
Danyan watched with an expressionless face, but his fist under his sleeve was clenched tightly.