Chapter 9: Establishing Ambition! First Part

  The essence of energy in the beast's blood, like tiny light dots, floated freely in the bloodstream. Tang Lin controlled the internal Qi, absorbing these light particles into his body and injecting them into the first meridian on the back of his hand.

  "Huh?" Tang Lin's eyebrows twitched, and a pained expression suddenly appeared on his face. "How can it be so painful? My arm feels like it's going to explode."

  "Hold on." Xiao Hui said solemnly: "This beast blood will collide with the meridians in your body, and you need to adapt slowly."

  Tang Lin gritted his teeth and silently endured.

  Time flies.

  When Tang Lin saw a red blood line exposed on the back of his hand, he knew that the beast blood contained in the meridian had reached saturation, and immediately stopped absorbing it, starting to refine it with all his might.

  The light in the cave gradually dimmed, and it was already dark outside. Tang Lin looked at the blood-red lines on his wrist and found that the color had faded a lot, but there was still some distance from forming the dragon pattern.

  "To become a dragon, one must fully refine their vital energy." Tang Lin closed his eyes and continued to refine.

  Ahh~

  In the distance, came the sound of beasts howling in unison.

  At this hour of the night, monsters and fierce beasts like to come out and move about, swallowing the essence of the moon. In contrast to the scorching rays of the sun, the gentle warmth of the moon's essence is more nourishing.

  In the inky blackness of night, a cyan giant python as thick as a water bucket slowly slithered out of the jungle, its forked tongue darting in and out. Its eerie and icy pupils scanned the cave, glanced at it briefly, then shifted its gaze to other places.

  In this cave, Tang Lin posted a hiding talisman, and ordinary monsters found it difficult to detect the presence of life here.

  The sun is rising gradually.

  Tang Lin still had his eyes closed, but suddenly, his arm slightly trembled, and a faint golden light appeared on his arm, flashing by in an instant.

  Tang Lin opened his eyes, a look of surprise on his face. He lowered his head to look at his arm and immediately discovered that his palm had become somewhat different. In his arm, as if a great power was hidden.

  "Unleash, Dragon's Power!" Tang Lin shouted in a low voice.

  Buzzing~~

  A golden light flashed on his arm, and the entire arm seemed to be filled with an explosive power. Tang Lin picked up a stone from the ground and gently rubbed it between his fingers.

  Ah!

  The stone crumbled.

  Tang Lin was shocked in his heart, "Although with my ability, I can crush stones with my fingers, but it's completely not that easy, it's simply like pinching tofu dregs."

  "My hand." Tang Lin looked at his own fist, "The power is absolutely ten times that of the original, is this the power of the Dragon Mark?"

  "Not bad." Xiao Hui smiled and said: "If the power of the Dragon Blood Scripture spreads throughout your body, it will become even stronger. Unfortunately, you have a good martial arts talent, but lack resources around you. In our Tuo Yao tribe, the young patriarch was born as a warrior, and only after becoming a Martial God did he cultivate the 'Dragon Blood Scripture'. The patriarch directly gave him some ten-thousand-year-old demon beasts or big demons with Demon Saint blood to refine his body. When the 99th dragon mark is completed, with the power of a Martial God, you can contend against strong Sacred-level experts."

  Tang Lin was somewhat dazed.

  It's indeed a big family!

  With this momentum and brushwork, even a pig's head can be cultivated into a strong one.

  Ten-thousand-year-old demon? Tang Lin shook his head, with his current abilities, wanting to capture a ten-thousand-year-old demon by himself was completely impossible. Even if he encountered the Martial God, he would have to be careful in responding.

  "Don't be discouraged." Xiao Hui comforted Tang Lin, saying: "With your current physical body, although you can only devour some low-level demon monsters, if you're lucky, you might encounter some low-level but have the bloodline of a demon saint. Devouring them will give you a huge boost! Moreover, even if your ninety-nine dragon marks are all from devouring small demon monsters, the boost they bring you will still make you stand out among people in the same realm."

  "I told you before, our Young Clan Master is different from you. He bears the weight of our clan's responsibility and must become the strongest! Every generation of our Young Clan Masters in the Demon-Suppressing Tribe are already geniuses among the nine swordsmen on the mainland at a young age!"

  "Nine Swords Compete for the Cauldron?" Tang Lin was taken aback, "What is that?"

  "The dynasty you are in is just a border dynasty on the mainland. There are many dynasties on the entire Tianyu continent, and the truly prosperous Zhongzhou holds the Jiujian Queding martial arts competition every ten years, gathering all the talents from the entire continent. Only true geniuses can step onto this martial stage." Xiaohui smiled and said: "In the future, if you become strong enough, you'll have the chance to go out and explore, maybe you can even watch it in person."

  Tang Lin's heart is vast and his spirit is at ease.

  The world is really big!

  The place where I am is just a Longxiang City, for myself, it's already a huge entity, and the Cangxue Dynasty is even more an unattainable giant head, and outside, there are still many great dynasties, inside which are gathered countless geniuses.

  "Can I participate in the Nine Swords Competition?" Tang Lin asked curiously.

  Xiao Hui hesitated for a moment, looking somewhat embarrassed: "This... although you are now a martial artist, participating in the Nine Swords Competition is still quite difficult."

  "Difficult?" Tang Lin was surprised.

  In his view, a twelve-year-old martial artist was already astonishing and shocking, yet he still couldn't participate in the Nine Swords Competition?

  "That year, I went to watch with our young master." Xiao Hui said nostalgically: "Although it's a martial arts competition for the younger generation, those who can get on stage are all geniuses to the extreme. Our young master back then was already a Martial God at the age of 18 and had cultivated the 'Dragon Blood Classic', but could only squeeze into the top ten, so this martial arts competition is truly a gathering place for geniuses."

  "Eighteen-year-old Martial God?" Tang Lin was shocked in his heart.

  "If you can become a Martial God before the age of 18, then there's hope for you to participate." Little Grey looked at Tang Lin and shook his head: "Unfortunately, it's too difficult, too difficult. Every realm of a martial artist requires opportunities to break through, although you are already a martial artist now, but to become a Martial God, it may take 20 or 30 years, or even 40 or 50 years."

  Tang Lin furrowed his brow, and a dazzling light burst out of his eyes.

  "At eighteen, become a martial god!" Tang Lin secretly thought: "If I don't try hard, how will I know the final outcome?"

  "Let's go." Tang Lin stood up, dissected the body of the purple-maned lion, collected useful materials and retrieved the symbols around him. Then he picked up Xiao Hui and put it on his shoulder, saying: "First return to the post station."

  Pushing away the stones outside the cave, sunlight shines over, Tang Lin takes a deep breath of cool air, opens his arms, and warm sunlight shines on his body.

  In an instant, as if embracing the entire world.

  Whoosh!

  Tang Lin's body flashed and he rushed into the forest, heading quickly towards the post station.

  From Xiao Hui's words, he clearly saw the vastness of the world and recognized his own level. Originally, after becoming a martial artist, he still had some pride in his heart, but thinking about the eighteen-year-old young master who became a martial god made him feel a sense of discontent and unwillingness!

  If others can do it, why can't I?

  I refuse!

  "I, Tang Lin, for the sake of governing the country and bringing peace to the people, I cultivate literature; for the sake of standing at the pinnacle of the world and looking down on all living things, I practice martial arts!" Tang Lin clenched his fists tightly.

  ……

  Posthouse

  Tang Lin had a pack on his back, and he flew swiftly from afar. This time, his arrival didn't attract much attention. After half a month of living in the swamp, his entire body was filled with a warrior's killing aura, and his clear face had a few more determined lines, looking like a young man.

  Tang Lin rushed straight to the leather goods store.

  "Boss." Tang Lin walked to the counter, put down the huge package in his hand on the counter and said: "I want to make a set of clothes, I'll provide the materials myself."

  "Okay." The boss was a slightly chubby, gentle-looking middle-aged man. He looked at Tang Lin's huge bundle and asked in doubt: "Are these all materials?"

  Tang Lin opened the package and took out the purple lion's mane, saying: "This is it."

  Seeing this purple lion skin, although I don't know what kind of lion skin it is, the boss was still shocked. To think that even the most ordinary, unmutated lions are ferocious beasts, how can Tang Lin, who looks like just a young boy, possibly deal with such a beast?

  "This piece of leather is so big, it can be made into two sets." The boss stroked the purple lion skin, admiring it, and asked Tang Lin: "Are you only making one set?"

  "Two sets." Tang Lin tied up his bundle and asked, "How long will it take to recover?"

  "This will be quick, just one day." The boss smiled.

  Tang Lin nodded and said: "I'll come for it tomorrow. The extra lion skin will serve as the sewing fee."

  "Really?" The boss was overjoyed.

  Tang Lin nodded slightly, picked up his bundle and turned to leave the store. Suddenly, a clear voice rang out beside him, "Please wait a moment."

  A young man wearing a tiger skin cloak walked out of the crowd, looking at the large piece of purple lion skin in Boss's hand with a serious expression, and asked Tang Lin: "I am the deputy leader of the Dragon Tiger Adventure Team. May I ask, did you hunt this yourself?"

  Tang Lin turned his head and looked at him, seeing that there was no aura wrapped around his body, just a martial artist, so he nodded slightly.

  "Really?" The young man hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but ask.

  "Hmm." Tang Lin nodded again.

  "How is that possible?!" The young man's face showed incredulity, "This purple-maned lion is one of the four great overlords, and you can actually kill it?" His eyes became suspicious.

  "The Four Great Lords?" Tang Lin's eyebrows furrowed.

  Everyone around heard the three words "Purple Lion's Mane" and was shocked, their bodies involuntarily trembling slightly.

  "This young man can hunt and kill a purple-maned lion? Don't be ridiculous."

  "The deputy captain of the Dragon and Tiger Brigade, how could he possibly tell a lie?"

  "Could it be this young man's master?"

  The people around were shocked and uncertain in their hearts.

  Tang Lin saw the people around him gathering more and more, his brow furrowed, ready to turn and leave. Just then, he suddenly heard a loud and boisterous voice, filled with surprise and excitement: "Benefactor, it's Benefactor!"

  ……

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