荒墟牧神 - 第1225章 皮厚心狠 - 墨香閣

Shen Mu was squeezed until he could not breathe, his bones cracking and popping under the grip. He struggled twice, failed to break free, and could only resign himself to his fate.

Shen Fengqing held him up on the palm of his hand, beside himself with delight, his breath rushing like a gale, accompanied by flashes of lightning and peals of thunder. He laughed and said, "My wicked little brother has finally deigned to come and see me. I am happy today — I shall go and beat Yama to death for you to watch!"

Shen Mu hastily stopped him and laughed. "Yama's skills are superb. How could he be finished off so easily? Only if we brothers joined hands would there be any chance of it..."

"Then let us join hands!"

Shen Fengqing clenched his fists in excitement. "That little runt is always bullying me. Little brother must stand up for me!"

Shen Mu roared with laughter. "Yama is sinister and cunning, and his strength is great besides. Though he stands at the Emperor's Throne realm, his abilities do not stop there. With the aid of the Nether Capital Heaven Gate, he can unleash eight heavenly palaces in one stroke. Still, as the Earth Lord of the Great Void's Dark Capital, it ill becomes you to be bullied by him. I cannot join hands with you, but as your little brother, I can help you understand his arts of the Dao and his divine powers."

He then passed on to Shen Fengqing, by way of divine sense, the methods he and Di Yiyue had devised for breaking Yama's cultivation arts and divine powers, saying, "Next time you meet him, you will not come off the worse."

Shen Fengqing's natural gifts were excellent, but he had little talent for cultivation, and to this day his cultivation realm was none too high; he practiced only the Mystic Body Three Elixirs Art that Shen Mu had created back when the two of them had not yet been parted.

At that time, Shen Mu had comprehended it only as far as the Venerable God realm.

Shen Mu stayed several days in the Great Void's Fengdu. The Mystic Body Three Elixirs Art he cultivated now had undergone an earth-shaking change from the one of old, its path utterly divergent, and so it could not be taught directly to Shen Fengqing.

And the Mystic Body Three Elixirs Art Shen Fengqing had comprehended on his own in the meantime remained very crude, bearing the stamp of his careless, happy-go-lucky style.

During the time Shen Mu remained there, he did nothing but deduce and extrapolate: had he himself continued cultivating along the old path, how would the Mystic Body Three Elixirs Art have evolved?

Six days later, Shen Mu had deduced the Mystic Body Three Elixirs Art up to the Lingxiao realm, completed and perfected Shen Fengqing's crude version of it, and taught it to him.

Though he could have deduced it all the way to the Emperor's Throne realm, that would have taken an extremely long time and would have been detrimental to Shen Fengqing's growth.

Shen Fengqing now commanded an abnormally powerful strength, but he understood very little of how to use it; he was more like an ancient god who wielded power without comprehending it.

The step from Lingxiao to the Emperor's Throne was a great threshold. Only by comprehending a cultivation art of one's own could one bring one's power to its utmost, and hold any hope of preserving one's life in the wars to come.

Only after finishing all this did Shen Mu slip away quietly. By the time Shen Fengqing awoke from his meditation, Shen Mu had already arrived in Yama's camp across the way.

"Fellow Daoist Black Emperor," Shen Mu said, offering a salute.

Yama hastily returned the salute and laughed. "You are too kind, Heavenly Venerable Mu. You are my senior; it is I who ought to salute you. Black Emperor is a nickname others have given me, saying my heart is black — slander, all of it! My title in the Heavenly Court is in fact Nether Emperor."