Dragon's Origin

Chapter 141: Verifying Cultivation (Part 2)

The young Daoist was shocked, and so was the old Daoist. Each of the boulders that had just flown over contained a unique force, making it quite a task to receive them, but also very satisfying.

In the past year and a half, the old Daoist had first found a place to seclude himself for a year, dedicating himself to comprehending the newly learned Tai Chi Fist. After emerging from seclusion, he directly went to the Lao Jun Temple and chose a young Daoist with excellent aptitude to personally guide by his side.

Each of the boulders Wang Sheng threw contained Tai Chi power that was both soft and firm, with an imbalance of Yin and Yang forces. One boulder might have more vigorous power, while the next would immediately become extremely gentle. However, this was completely undetectable from the outside appearance and the sound of the wind; only upon contact could one determine the nature of the force.

The old Daoist had to instantly assess the situation and decide what technique to use to receive it. Otherwise, no matter how hard the boulder was, it would be crushed to pieces under the combined power of the two of them.

Fortunately, so far, the old Daoist's judgment had been flawless, and all the stones had been safely received. However, noticing the little movements of the young Daoist, the old Daoist couldn't help but smile. Competing with Wang Sheng in terms of strength was just asking for trouble.

Putting aside everything else, even if the old Daoist could receive such heavy boulders, unload the force, and place them on the ground, or even throw dozens of them with the help of spiritual energy, he could do it. But to have them thrown over continuously like this, even with the old Daoist's cultivation having reached an unbelievably powerful level, he could only admit defeat in terms of strength.

The old Daoist didn't know how Wang Sheng had strengthened his power. He even suspected that Wang Sheng's Yuan Soul was a mighty Great Ape King or something, otherwise why would he be so incredibly strong?

Wang Sheng himself had been continuously engaged in carving calligraphy and cultivation. He hadn't even considered how strong he had become. It was only when the thought of having the old Daoist examine his carving results arose that he suddenly had the idea to have the old Daoist check his cultivation as well.

Fighting the old Daoist was just asking for a beating, and Wang Sheng would definitely not seek trouble for himself. Even if the old Daoist tied one hand behind his back, Wang Sheng estimated that he would still be no match. But verification didn't necessarily have to be done through combat.

For example, now, Wang Sheng had originally planned to wait until dawn to directly push down the three cliff faces and reveal the giant statues he had carved for the old Daoist to see. But now he suddenly changed his mind; weren't these cliff faces a ready-made method?

With a few hammer strikes and chisels, Wang Sheng could cut out a regular stone block. Wang Sheng simply used the method of force he had comprehended to throw the stone block towards the old Daoist.

Stone is much denser than wood. A six-foot-long, one-and-a-half-foot-wide, and one-and-a-half-foot-thick stone block was half a cubic meter in size, weighing about three tons. After throwing it a few times, Wang Sheng realized that he had unknowingly become accustomed to such weight.

He remembered that more than a year ago, when Wang Sheng encountered A'Qi's assassination, he could swing a five-ton giant log, but after swinging it, Wang Sheng was still slightly weak. But now, three-ton stone blocks, Wang Sheng continuously threw them from the center of the river to the shore, a straight-line distance of more than tens of meters, throwing hundreds of them without feeling tired at all.

Clearly, Wang Sheng had forgotten that he had been swinging a one-ton heavy hammer more than ten thousand times a day. Unknowingly, Wang Sheng's strength hadn't increased too much, but his endurance had increased hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of times. It must be said that the cultivation method tailored by the old Daoist for Wang Sheng had an effect that exceeded the expectations of both Wang Sheng and the old Daoist.

Ling Xu Old Daoist didn't need to fight Wang Sheng, didn't need to spar, didn't need to touch hands. Just from these flying stone blocks, the old Daoist could feel the results of Wang Sheng's cultivation.

Tirelessly and continuously catching the flying stone blocks, the old Daoist became numb. How many stone blocks did this guy Wang Sheng chisel? When would this end?

The hundred-zhang-high stone pillar, the result of the confluence of three rivers, formed a triangle. Each side of the triangle was about one hundred meters long. Although the three cliff faces Wang Sheng left were only one and a half feet thick, after deducting the loss from the edges, the cut into six-foot-long and one-and-a-half-foot-wide stone blocks could amount to a full ten thousand.

The old Daoist caught a full three thousand stone blocks for most of the night. Finally, as dawn approached, Wang Sheng stopped. When it was dawn, ships would pass by, and throwing stone blocks like this was a bit too shocking.

After dawn, the giant triangular pillar in the heart of the river was a full ten meters shorter, and a little bit of the statue's outline seemed to be revealed inside.

Seeing this, Ling Xu Old Daoist instantly knew what Wang Sheng had accomplished in the past year and a half. Thinking about the cultivation method he had customized for Wang Sheng, he couldn't help but nod in praise.

The cultivation plan that the old Daoist had set for Wang Sheng was a five-year plan. The old Daoist would have been very pleased if Wang Sheng could achieve it within five years, but he didn't expect Wang Sheng to come looking for him in just a year and a half.

What was even more unimaginable to the old Daoist was that Wang Sheng had actually done it in a year and a half, three and a half years ahead of his estimate. Not only that, Wang Sheng had even carved a giant statue of Lao Jun more than three hundred meters high while practicing, and it was right in the middle of the bustling river. One could imagine how Wang Sheng had spent the past year and a half.

The young Daoist was completely dumbfounded. When he came here yesterday evening, he hadn't thought about the relationship between this place and the giant pillar in the heart of the river, but now he realized that Wang Sheng had really created a masterpiece.

A hundred-zhang-high, that is, a more than three hundred-meter-high giant statue of Lao Jun, was more shocking than carving ten thousand statues of Lao Jun in the Lao Jun Temple on Lao Jun Mountain. Thinking about the grand plan that the uncles and granduncles of the Lao Jun Temple had spent so long formulating, the young Daoist suddenly felt like crying for them.

"Wu Chen, you don't need to look anymore. Go back to the Lao Jun Temple and call your master and those uncles and granduncles over to let them see!" Ling Xu Old Daoist was also shocked. Although he couldn't see how magnificent the giant statue behind the cliff face was, just this size was enough to firmly place the world's number one underfoot.

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Without saying a word, the young Daoist Wu Chen turned and ran. He was now a little impatient to tell his master and them. He really didn't know if they could still speak when facing this giant statue after spending so much manpower and material resources, preparing for so long, and doing so much preparation work.