Cultivating With The Nine Dragons System

That night, Wang Hao was still cultivating in the academy. He was awakened by Jia Houwei's excited voice.    

    

"Boss, I won!"    

    

Wang Hao opened his eyes and looked at Jia Houwei's chubby face. He said snappily, "You are a Spirit Martial Stage warrior, after all. If you can't even win the first round, you might as well find a tofu and kill yourself!"    

    

Jia Houwei chuckled and felt a little embarrassed.    

    

"It's so late. Why didn't you accompany Rouling? Why did you come to find me?"    

    

"Boss, didn't you say that you wanted to train me before I found a master teacher to teach me? Since time is so tight, let's do it now!"    

    

"Alright!" Wang Hao didn't reject the offer. His experience had already reached Heavenly Martial Stage. Ninth level, 99,999 / 10,000,000. Unless he chose to break through to the Spirit Martial Stage, there was no point in continuing to cultivate.    

    

Wang Hao took out a few primeval stones from his inventory. He used the Artifact Refining Hand to carve tiny Talisman on the stones and placed them in a corner of the courtyard. The Talisman resonated with each other, forming a formation that blocked the Essence Energy Undulation and the sound of fighting.    

    

With this formation, no matter how Wang Hao and Jia Houwei struggled, there wouldn't be more than ten people in the entire academy who would be able to discover the two of them.    

    

"Fatty, what is the morality that you have comprehended?"    

    

Any warrior who could break through to the Spirit Martial Stage would definitely have a deep understanding of some kind of morality. In the previous fight, both of them hadn't shown their true abilities. Now, if Wang Hao wanted to help Jia Houwei improve his strength, he needed to find out more about it.    

    

"Law of Luck!"    

    

Jia Houwei's answer wasn't out of Wang Hao's expectation. Jia Houwei's bloodline was the type of morality. It was reasonable for him to comprehend the same morality as his bloodline.    

    

"Summon your Bloodline Soul and let me have a look."    

    

Jia Houwei took a deep breath. His body emitted a strong Essence Energy Undulation. Behind him, a blurry shadow appeared.    

    

Compared to the Bloodline Soul that Wang Hao saw for the first time, it had been a long time. Comparing it carefully, Wang Hao found that Jia Houwei's Bloodline Soul had changed a lot.    

    

Jia Houwei's Bloodline Soul had transformed from a cloud of fog into a human shape. This human shape was very slender, and it was obviously a female body.    

    

"Use your morality to attack me."    

    

"Alright!" Jia Houwei did not hesitate at all. In the previous exchange, he had already understood that even if his realm was one level higher than Wang Hao's, he was still not a match for Wang Hao. In fact, there was a huge gap between them.    

    

The Bloodline Soul merged into Jia Houwei's body, and a white dust cloud appeared on his arms.    

    

"Dust Separating Arts!"    

    

The dust cloud was so tiny that it was impossible to see it with the naked eye. It was vibrating at a high frequency of tens of thousands of times per breath. At this moment, Jia Houwei's fists were the sharpest Profound Artifact.    

    

"Boss, look at my fists!"    

    

Jia Houwei threw a punch. Wang Hao did not dodge or avoid it. He gathered the power of morality in his hands and similarly threw a punch.    

    

Although it was a punch, Wang Hao had also integrated his sword technique into it.    

    

"Pa!"    

    

The two punches collided. Not only did Jia Houwei not gain any advantage, he even took three steps back.    

    

"Boss, what kind of martial skill is this? Can you teach me?"    

    

Wang Hao scolded angrily, "If you change to a sword, I will teach you!"    

    

Jia Houwei stuck out his tongue. He was used to using fists and sabers. If he were to change to a sword, he might not even learn it for ten years.    

    

Jia Houwei did not manage to hit him, so he immediately increased the strength of his fist.    

    

"Law of Luck, attack ten times!"    

    

Jia Houwei's understanding of bloodline power and morality allowed him to steadily exert ten times his original strength!    

    

Wang Hao's expression became much more solemn. In order to see clearly which step Jia Houwei could take, he could not dodge and could only fight back.    

    

"Nine Dragon Spell!"    

    

Wang Hao used his cultivation technique during the battle. He was able to use it freely during his usual practice. A huge amount of Yuan energy was injected into his fist, causing it to erupt with a shocking power.    

    

"Bang!"    

    

When their fists collided for the second time, the ripples produced were so strong that it almost blew the roof away.    

    

Without a doubt, Wang Hao still had the upper hand. This time, Jia Houwei took five steps back.    

    

Jia Houwei gritted his teeth and his power increased again!    

    

"Law of Luck, attack twenty times!"    

    

It was very obvious that Jia Houwei was using morality this time, and it was a lot more strenuous. Before comprehending the Law of Fortune, he had used the power of his bloodline. He had also used twenty times, thirty times, even fifty times of attack, but it was just like the name of the law of luck. It belonged to luck.    

    

And using morality, Jia Houwei could use twenty times his usual strength. Every punch and slash he made was twenty times his usual strength!    

    

Jia Houwei threw sixteen punches in a row. He hoped to use sixteen or twenty times his original strength to defeat Wang Hao, even if it meant forcing him to take a step back!    

    

Even if it was Wang Hao, he wouldn't dare to take sixteen or twenty times his normal strength without using the Bloody Garment or Dragon God Transformation.    

    

However, he had a technique that allowed him to determine the victor with his technique when his strength was almost the same. This was also the reason why the Barbarian Clan would lose.    

    

"Waterdrop Sword Technique! First style!"    

    

Wang Hao didn't have a sword in his hand, but he had already reached the level of One with the Sword. He could transform any part of his body into a sword and use it.    

    

The fist shadows that filled the sky enveloped Wang Hao. Jia Houwei's sixteen attacks had completely landed on the fist shadows.    

    

Wang Hao could clearly feel the weight of Jia Houwei's fist. If Jia Houwei could steadily increase his strength to thirty times, Wang Hao would have to use his sword!    

    

However, Jia Houwei was unable to exert thirty times his strength. Without the guidance of a master teacher, although his realm had increased rapidly, in terms of moral practice, there was a huge gap between heaven and earth when compared to Wang Hao.    

    

"I'm not going to fight anymore! I'm so tired!"    

    

After Jia Houwei stopped attacking, he sat down on the ground and gasped for breath. A twenty times attack meant that he would need to consume twenty times more Yuan energy than usual.    

    

Wang Hao vaguely understood why Jia Houwei chose to be fat again. Yuan energy was evenly distributed in his body. If he was bigger, he could naturally store more Yuan energy.    

    

"If it wasn't for the bloodline or the law of luck, with your understanding of morality, I'm afraid that you are still at the peak of the ninth level of the Heavenly Martial Stage, struggling with all your might!"    

    

After saying that, Wang Hao took out twelve top grade black iron blanks from his Essence Ring and started forging.    

    

Jia Houwei asked curiously, "Boss, what are you refining?"    

    

"A Profound Artifact that helps you comprehend morality."    

    

Hearing this, Jia Houwei's curiosity became even more exuberant. A Profound Artifact that could help a martial artist comprehend morality was something he had never heard of before.    

    

But when Wang Hao finished refining the Profound Artifact, his jaw nearly dropped out of shock.    

    

What Wang Hao refined were 12... iron candles!    

    

The height of the iron candles just happened to reach Jia Houwei's chest. Wang Hao placed the twelve iron candles in front of Jia Houwei in a row, and then used his bloodline power to pull them up one by one with the dragon breath.    

    

"Take ten steps back and blow the candles out with your fist wind."    

    

Jia Houwei smiled and said, "Isn't it simple?"    

    

As he spoke, he jumped ten meters back.    

    

Twenty meters away, he used his fist wind to blow out the candle flame. In Jia Houwei's opinion, not to mention a Spirit Martial Stage, even if there was a Profound Martial Stage warrior, he would still be able to do it.    

    

He casually threw out a punch, and instantly, a strong wind started blowing.    

    

However, what shocked him once again was that not a single candle flame was extinguished. Not even a single candle flame shook.    

    

"This..."    

    

Wang Hao smiled and explained, "These iron candles are specially made by me. With your current strength, you can only extinguish them with 30 times the strength."    

    

Jia Houwei's expression became serious. He grabbed the first candle and threw a punch!    

    

This punch used the law of luck, 30 times the strength!    

    

"Hu!"    

    

The first candle was extinguished. Jia Houwei did not have time to breathe a sigh of relief before he threw a second punch at the second candle.    

    

This punch only had twenty-six times the strength.    

    

With less than 30 times the strength, the candle only shook violently for a moment, but it did not extinguish.    

    

Furthermore, not only did the second candle fail to extinguish, the first candle that had already extinguished also started burning again.    

    

"Each candle, you only have one breath's time to blow it out! Furthermore, if you make a single mistake, the extinguished candle in front of you will be rekindled."    

    

"Train! When you are able to extinguish all the candles in one breath, you will be able to leave your apprenticeship with me."    

    

Jia Houwei had a bitter expression on his face. Twelve punches and thirty times of attack in a row was a big challenge to him.    

    

Wang Hao's goal was very simple. Jia Houwei could only control the power of his attacks by himself. Only then would he be able to make a qualitative leap and unleash the true power of his bloodline and comprehension of morality.    

    

For the whole night, Jia Houwei's wails never stopped.    

    

The next day, the arena battle continued. Wang Hao was the 16th contestant to enter the arena.    

    

After the first round of battle yesterday, the weaker students had been eliminated. Those who could last until the second round were at least at the fifth level of the Heavenly Martial Stage.    

    

Wang Hao stepped onto the arena. His opponent was a man who was only thirty years old.    

    

The man's strength was much weaker than Yin Peng's. He looked at Wang Hao, who had stepped onto the arena, and his face was ashen.    

    

He originally thought that he could take another round. Who would have thought that he would meet the Wang Hao who had the most eye-catching performance yesterday?    

    

The man was also a student of Azure Dragon Academy. He knew the gap between him and Yin Peng. Even Yin Peng could not fight back against Wang Hao. What could he do?    

    

He was even wondering if he should admit defeat or not.    

    

Just as he was about to make a decision, Wang Hao spoke first.    

    

"I will stand here without moving. I don't need a sword or a pair of hands. If you can touch the corner of my clothes, you win."    

    

Wang Hao's voice was not loud, but the audience's realm was not low. How could they not hear him?    

    

Everyone's eyes fell on Wang Hao. They didn't know whether to say that he was arrogant or too confident.    

    

If he just stood there without moving, it would be considered his loss if his opponent touched the corner of his shirt. This declaration was a little too unbelievable.    

    

Wang Hao wasn't looking down on him, nor was he young and frivolous. The reason he refused to directly advance to the top 32 was because he wanted to train his grasp of the righteous path of the sword in the martial arts competition.    

    

Only by grasping the Sword Dao's righteousness to the limit would he choose to break through!