Chapter 637: Acquired Martial Artist (Part 3)

Further ahead, there was a stall with several gray stones on display. The stall owner looked mysterious and would call out to passersby in a low voice.

"Come, come, take a look at this! A fragment of a dimensional stone brought back from the Blood Abyss Demon Sect's plane. It contains mysterious power that can accelerate martial arts cultivation!"

Someone stopped, squatted down, picked up a piece, examined it, and weighed it in their hand: "Really?"

The stall owner patted his chest confidently: "Of course it's true! I put it under my pillow last night, and I even dreamt I was practicing kung fu!"

Did you practice today?

"...Doesn't dreaming count?"

"Can skills practiced in dreams increase experience points?"

The man put the stone back on the stall, dusted off his hands, and said, "What we need here is real experience points, not cultivation."

The stall owner's face stiffened, and he coughed, "Well... do you want it or not? If not, don't interrupt my business!"

"I'd definitely take it if it gives me experience points," the man said.

"What are experience points?" The stall owner looked blank.

The man looked him up and down, then laughed: "You don't even know what experience points are, and you're here selling dimensional stones?"

The stall owner stubbornly insisted, "I...I'm selling cultivation-related items! What does it have to do with experience points!"

Several onlookers burst into laughter.

Zhang Ergou watched from the side, shaking his head and sighing, "The first few groups of people who came here have already become merchants. They're quick-witted, but they just don't understand the market."

Stone's lips curved into a smile, and the tension in his heart eased a little.

After walking another five li, the group exited through the south gate.

Outside the door was a vast open field, with the outlines of farmland and villages visible in the distance, and wisps of smoke rising gently in the twilight.

The group turned west and walked four miles along a rammed dirt road before finally stopping.

He turned around, slammed his halberd to the ground, and glanced at the crowd: "We've arrived. Once inside, follow our instructions."

Everyone looked ahead with different expressions.

Stone looked in the direction he was looking and saw a semi-circular bunker made of rough, dark stone not far outside the south city wall.

Two black iron pillars stand in front of the stone gate, with two large dark red characters painted on them: "Jufeng".

The thousand people stepped aside, and the crowd filed in.

Stone was ushered through the stone gate by the crowd. As soon as he stepped over the threshold, a bright and open space opened up before him.

The bunker's interior was much larger than it appeared from the outside, a space so vast it felt like another world.

The light was soft and even, shining down from above, not dazzling, yet illuminating every corner clearly.

Thousands of young people, dressed like him in red-striped white outfits, were meditating, practicing palm techniques, kicking, and walking in this space.

The palm wind howled, the leg shadows flew, and the entire space was filled with a steady and powerful rhythm.

Before he could react, a surge of information suddenly flooded his mind.

The Qingyang Manual - Acquired Chapter, every word was clearly engraved in my consciousness.

He unconsciously sat down cross-legged and began to circulate his internal energy according to the instructions in the manual.

He forgot about time and where he was, and just kept cultivating.

The green sun transforms into life, the bright universe shines, and withered trees come back to life.

Qingyang's Earth-Splitting Leg technique combines the power of three legs.

Qingyang Chasing Light Steps: Seven steps in total, body like flowing light.

He didn't know how much time had passed; it might have been a day, a month, or even longer.

Until a certain moment, the warm current in his body suddenly connected with the last meridian, and his whole body trembled. An unprecedented power surged from his dantian to his limbs and bones.

A system notification silently appeared in my mind: Breakthrough to the Acquired Realm, Level Nineteen.

He opened his eyes in a daze and found himself standing outside the barracks again.

He was surrounded by people, all dressed as Qingyang Houtian martial artists. Following the directions, he found his position in the formation.

Looking around, the dense white square formations stretched out one after another, seemingly endless, making it appear as if there were hundreds of thousands of people.

Stone looked down at himself, dressed in the same red-striped, white-based outfit.

Just then, a thousand-man general led a group of people to the square formation where the stone was located.

He glanced at it, his gaze settling on the stone: "Are you Stone from Blood Nest Number 73?"

Stone quickly replied, "Yes."

The general nodded: "Follow me."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left, with Stone following behind him, passing through more than a dozen formations.

The general picked up a dozen more people along the way and led them to the very front of the army.

Stone glanced back and saw another row behind them, with more people than their row.

Further back was the formation of the Qingyang warriors' army.

He turned around and saw more than a dozen figures looming over him, hundreds of meters above.

The three people at the front, two women and one man, were surrounded by nine golden rings, exuding a powerful aura that made it impossible for anyone to look directly at them.

Another half hour passed, and no more people joined the first and second rows.

Shi Tou took a moment to count: there were 420 people in the first row and 840 people in the second row.

Just then, a golden streak of light pierced through the sky in the distance.

Hundreds of thousands of people looked up at the same time.

The golden streak of light suddenly slowed down a hundred meters above the heads of the group and hovered at the very front of the dozen or so figures.

The light faded.

A young man clad in golden armor hovered there.

He looked to be in his early twenties, with a cold and stern face and an air of domineering arrogance between his brows.

Nine golden rings slowly rotated behind him, like nine small suns floating behind him, while a long spear was angled behind him.

His gaze swept over the hundreds of thousands of Qingyang warriors below.

In that instant, Stone felt his heart leap.

He suddenly remembered that Uncle Zhang had said that the lord alone could slaughter an army of millions.

At the time, he just took it as a story and let it go, but now he believes it.