Chapter 817: Chapter 33: Zhao Xing’s Great Circulation Theory, Year 34 of Jingxin Calendar, Death of Yang An! (Da Zhang)
"Ahhh, Liu Tianning, Zhao Xing, you of the Self Sect have gone too far!" Sima Yunhai realized how foolish he was to have agreed to let Zhao Xing in back then.
"Who are you to dare call Master Zhao by his name?" A young man suddenly appeared in front of Sima Yunhai, glaring angrily: "Apologize at once!"
Seeing this youth, Sima Yunhai became even angrier.
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By August of the 33rd year of the Jingxin Calendar, Zhao Xing had further reduced his class sessions to just once a month.
Because as he was teaching, his own insights gradually organized and became more complete.
At this time, his understanding of the top-level skill [Near and Far] was very close to the introductory level, so he devoted more time to cultivation.
"I have already understood ninety-eight cloud paths, only the last one remains."
"Li Boqian really lives up to being the Grand Minister of Agriculture; with his guidance, I’ve saved many detours," Zhao Xing thought to himself.
Li Boqian hasn’t stepped down yet and is undoubtedly the First Minister of Agriculture in the world!
His guidance and support helped Zhao Xing avoid the pitfalls of firewalking demonic and saved many unnecessary detours during enlightenment.
Of course, Zhao Xing had also used up his opportunities to consult with him three times, each time taking a significant amount of Li Boqian’s time, a minimum of half a month each time.
The regular two-hour cultivation sessions were not included in those times by Li Boqian.
But as time went on, Li Boqian increasingly resembled a child, and his teaching methods became less conventional.
"Boy, you’re just one step away, come here and take a kick obediently."
Li Boqian rolled up his sleeves and beckoned to Zhao Xing with a grin.
"You really do mean that final push," Zhao Xing said helplessly but still flew to stand before Li Boqian.
"Hey, you’re not glad? Many people would love to be kicked by this old man but haven’t had the chance yet," Li Boqian huffed.
"Yes, yes, yes, you’re the most formidable in the world, it’s my fortune."
"Watch your foot!" Li Boqian suddenly kicked, sending Zhao Xing flying into the clouds.
"Phew~"
Zhao Xing’s figure immediately turned into a black dot, disappearing into the clouds.
At the same time, the sky, covered with a thousand meters of cloud paths, began to rapidly contract.
Li Boqian landed on the ground and looked up.
At this moment, Ji Mingjing was also standing beside him.
Having stayed here for many days, he occasionally watched Li Boqian teach his students.
Of course, Zhao Xing couldn’t see Emperor Jing.
"That kick did it," Ji Mingjing nodded slightly, "Boqian, you taught well."
"Thank you for the praise, Your Majesty; it is also because this boy is insightful," Li Boqian replied respectfully.
Ji Mingjing withdrew his gaze: "I am about to leave. The sky of Pinghai State is entrusted to you."
Li Boqian ceased smiling, bowed, and said: "I will give my all until death, without regret."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Mingjing’s figure instantly vanished.
At this moment, a mass of cloud qi spread beside Li Boqian, and Zhao Xing’s figure emerged from it.
"Senior, look, I’ve mastered it!" Zhao Xing exclaimed, "Why the grand gesture? I only succeeded, but this is too much."
Li Boqian laughed and scolded: "Boy, can you handle my grand gesture?"
"Hahaha." Zhao Xing immediately supported Li Boqian’s hand, "Don’t be mad, bad for your health. I’m still counting on you to teach me the Kunpeng Transformation and Yuanfeng Skill!"
Li Boqian disdainfully shook off Zhao Xing’s hand: "Get lost! Don’t bother me, let me have some peace for a few days! Why are you so ambitious? Every day, no sleep, facing difficult comprehension and yelling."
Nevertheless, Zhao Xing grinned and came closer: "So how many days do you plan to rest?"
Li Boqian held up one hand, thought for a moment, then extended the second: "Five days, no, ten!"
"Five days!"
"Hey, you’re haggling with me now? Who cuts the price in half like you do?"
Zhao Xing smiled and held Li Boqian’s hands down, "You say how many days you rest, and I promise not to bother you."
"Okay then, playing the emotional card again, go away!" Li Boqian kicked out, and Zhao Xing immediately turned into a wisp of cloud, disappearing from the courtyard.
Looking at the azure sky, Li Boqian couldn’t help but smile: "Really getting old."
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In the 33rd year of the Jingxin Calendar, October, Zhao Xing began practicing the Internal Cultivation of Seasonal Transformation Method "Kunpeng Transformation."
In December, the Kunpeng Essence Blood was received,
With the spirit beast’s essence blood support, Zhao Xing’s Internal Cultivation of Seasonal Transformation Method reached the first stage by the end of the 33rd year of the Jingxin Calendar.
On January 15th of the 34th year of the Jingxin Calendar,
Zhao Xing, as usual, went to Li Boqian’s courtyard intending to continue learning "Kunpeng Transformation" but saw only a fog that he couldn’t enter, no matter how he called.
In the afternoon, Lu Chunhua found Zhao Xing.
"The teacher is occupied and can no longer teach you."
"Here are two bottles of Kunpeng Essence Blood; the teacher said that with this, reaching the Fourth Transition shouldn’t be a problem."
"Additionally, the teacher advised you to take care of yourself and stay safe."
"It would be best to remain at Xuantian Academy and not leave."
"Thank the Grand Minister of Agriculture for his kindness; Xing will remember it well." Zhao Xing did not ask more and left the dean’s office with the two bottles of Kunpeng Essence Blood.
With Li Boqian closing his doors, Zhao Xing understood that his main form had to leave.
Even though Li Boqian hadn’t taught him the Yuanfeng Skill, his absence indicated that something had entangled his energy.
But he couldn’t not leave; having waited so long, how could he hide away in Xuantian Academy?
The day after receiving the Kunpeng Essence Blood, Zhao Xing’s main form quietly left Xuantian Academy, leaving only a clone there.
On the first day of February, Zhao Xing used the channels of the Li Fire Taoist School to return to the border of Chongming Prefecture.
On February 3rd, he arrived at the Chongming Prefecture City, Earth God Temple.
He re-entered the Military Realm, thinking of visiting the Star Palace to inquire some internal news from King Heavenly Destiny.
However, the Star Palace was also closed, and King Heavenly Destiny’s Earth Mirror Communication was in a secluded state.
This situation continued until April of the 34th year of the Jingxin Calendar.
On April 19th, Zhao Xing didn’t receive news from King Heavenly Destiny but instead got a message from Long Xiao.
"Buzz~" In the Earth Mirror, Long Xiao’s figure appeared.
"Long Xiao, what’s happened?" Zhao Xing asked, "You activated the emergency communication, what’s going on?"
Long Xiao’s eyes were red, and his voice was somewhat hoarse: "Zhao Xing, the Marquis, he is dead."
Which Marquis, which Marquis? Bai Zhengyang? Zhao Xing was still pondering a moment ago when he suddenly remembered.
For other Marquises, Long Xiao would refer to them by name or their title.
The Marquis he spoke of was only one person.
"Yang An."
"When did this happen?" Zhao Xing asked in a deep voice.
"The news came in today." Long Xiao growled, "The Marquis, he died on Yin You Mountain! He was forced to death!"