You said it was a useless body, yet you punched a saint to pieces?

Chapter 22 Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound Technique

The armory of the Prince of Zhenbei's mansion, like a lurking prehistoric beast, lies deep within the mansion.

Its exterior is simple and heavy, and the whole body is built of black gold. Each gold brick seems to have drunk the years and exudes a solemn and majestic aura.

It is said that this place houses unparalleled techniques collected by the Prince of Zhenbei from countless ancient sects and wild ruins during his campaigns. In the Great Zhou Dynasty, perhaps only the well-established imperial arsenal can surpass it.

At the entrance of the armory, a thin, white-haired old man was reclining on a rattan chair, his eyes slightly closed, as if he could fall asleep at any moment.

He was the armory keeper, respectfully addressed as "Old Master Wu" by everyone in the Prince's mansion.

This man has lived in the armory for many years and never leaves. Even Zheng Wanqing is quite cautious when she mentions him. She specifically instructed Wang Dao not to cause trouble in the armory, otherwise he would really get a beating from Wu Lao. Even if the prince himself came back, he could only turn a blind eye.

Wang Dao held the jade token and ascended the steps.

This was his second time setting foot in the armory; the first time, he took the "Thousand Hammers and Hundred Refinements Method" from here.

Hearing footsteps, Elder Wu slowly opened his cloudy eyes. Seeing that it was Wang Dao, his face immediately filled with wrinkles like chrysanthemums. He stood up to greet him:

"Oh, isn't this the Seventh Young Master? What a rare guest! Please come in!"

"Elder Wu, you're too kind." Wang Dao bowed respectfully, a perfectly measured smile on his face. "I've come to the armory on the orders of the Princess to select a cultivation method for the Dragon Spine Realm."

Old Wu's cloudy gaze swept over Wang Dao from head to toe, his smile deepening:

"Haha, I've heard quite a bit about Seventh Young Master's recent brilliance, even though I'm stuck in the armory and can't leave."

"Meeting you today, you truly possess extraordinary bearing and a commanding presence, truly remarkable!"

"Elder Wu is too modest. My meager cultivation is not worth mentioning."

Wang Dao spoke modestly, but in his heart he was thinking that this old man was probably even more unfathomable than he appeared on the surface.

He stepped into the armory.

As Wu Lao watched Wang Dao's departing figure, two sharp, sword-like beams of light suddenly shot out from his eyes, and the smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a solemn expression.

"To use the power of the Golden Membrane Realm to directly confront the Dragon Spine Realm... is indeed inconceivable." He muttered to himself, then lay back down in the rattan chair, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, as if nothing had happened.

Inside the armory, the space is much larger than it appears from the outside.

Rows of tall bookshelves reached straight up to the dome, filled with ancient jade slips, animal skin scrolls, and even stone tablets engraved with Buddhist patterns.

The spiritual energy here is abundant, and every item in the collection exudes an ancient and powerful aura, like a vast ocean of cultivation techniques.

Following the guidance, Wang Dao went straight to the second level where the Dragon Spine Realm cultivation method was stored.

Looking around, there were hundreds of methods for tempering bones, from the "Black Iron Bone Forging Scripture" to the "Silver Marrow Transformation Technique," from the "Ten Thousand Beasts Bone Refining Method" to the "Mysterious Turtle Sea Suppression Technique"... Various techniques emerged one after another, dazzling Wang Dao and making his scalp tingle.

He knew that choosing a suitable martial arts method was crucial, as it would determine the foundation of his martial arts and his future potential.

However, with Wang Dao's current understanding, it is somewhat difficult for him to choose a method that suits him.

After much deliberation, Wang Dao finally decided to ask for help.

He withdrew from the vast ocean of cultivation techniques, returned to the entrance of the armory, and once again respectfully bowed to the dozing Elder Wu:

"Elder Wu, I dare to ask for your guidance on which method of tempering the dragon spine would be most suitable for my practice?"

Old Wu slowly opened his eyes, a barely perceptible hint of admiration flashing in his cloudy pupils.

"This kid actually has some brains."

He originally thought that Wang Dao would just use the princess's jade token to randomly choose a cultivation technique that he thought was powerful, but he didn't expect that Wang Dao would take the initiative to ask for guidance.

Elder Wu didn't speak, but slowly stood up and walked to Wang Dao.

He stretched out his withered, bony hands and gently placed them on Wang Dao's shoulders. With a slight exertion of his fingertips, he probed into Wang Dao's body.

His palms slowly roamed over Wang Dao's chest, back, and limbs. Each touch brought a hint of shock to Old Wu's usually calm face.

"Tsk tsk... Such a foundation... Such vital energy... I've never heard of anything like it!"

Old Wu's withered hands trembled slightly at this moment.

He had lived for hundreds of years and seen countless geniuses, but he had never seen anyone like Wang Dao who could temper his physical body to such a terrifying level at the first level of martial arts, the Golden Membrane Realm.

The surging blood and energy hidden beneath that golden membrane were like a dormant dragon, ready to break through the sky at any moment.

"This...this kid..."

Master Wu could hardly contain his urge to take on a disciple. He almost blurted out that he would impart all his knowledge to the world.

But in the end, he forced himself to suppress the urge.

"It's not the right time yet..."

Old Wu withdrew his hand, took a deep breath, and calmed his inner shock.

He pondered for a moment, then pointed to an inconspicuous bookshelf deep within the armory, where an ancient animal-skin scroll was displayed.

"Since the Seventh Young Master possesses such an unparalleled foundation, then he should go and cultivate the Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound Technique."

"This method trains bones to be as strong as thunder and marrow to be as rich as mercury, with immense potential. Moreover, there are no defects after practicing it, making it most suitable for a martial artist like you with a strong physique and blood as powerful as a furnace."

Upon hearing this, a glint flashed in Wang Dao's eyes. He bowed deeply to Elder Wu, saying, "Thank you for your guidance, Elder Wu!"

After saying that, he walked straight to the inconspicuous bookshelf that Elder Wu had pointed to.

On the bookshelf, an ancient animal-skin scroll lies quietly, its surface etched with the marks of time, as if recording the call of the ancient wilderness.

Wang Dao carefully picked it up and unfolded it.

The Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound Technique!

The scroll outlines the essence of this method in ancient script: "The bones are like diamond, the marrow like frost and snow."

At this level, the physical body has reached a state of perfection, and ordinary external forces cannot penetrate into the bone marrow.

Therefore, practitioners must use unique vocal techniques to resonate with the internal organs and produce sound waves like the low growl of a tiger or leopard.

This sound wave is extraordinary; it can cleanse bones from the inside out, vibrate bone marrow, force out impurities hidden deep within, and ultimately reshape a body with strong muscles and a strong bones.

Wang Dao was increasingly excited as he read on; the "Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound Technique" was practically tailor-made for him!

His skin and flesh, tempered by the "Thousand Hammers and Hundred Refinements Method," were already exceptionally tough. Now, combined with this Thunderous Sound Vibration Method, he would surely achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Having made up his mind, he carefully put away the scroll, and then stood in front of the armory's weapon rack, picking and choosing for a long time.

In the end, he chose a longsword that looked plain and unadorned.

The sword is broad and thick, with a straight spine. It exudes a restrained sharpness and lacks the flashy and dazzling colors of ordinary spiritual weapons. However, when held, it creates an indescribable harmony with Wang Dao's palm.

"Seventh Young Master, you also know swordsmanship?"

Old Wu's voice came from behind, carrying a hint of barely perceptible surprise.

Wang Dao turned around, tucked his longsword diagonally into his waistband, and smiled slightly: "I know a little bit."

"I know a little..."

Old Wu gave him a meaningful look, said nothing more, and simply nodded slightly.

Wang Dao bowed again and left the armory.

After Wang Dao's figure completely disappeared at the entrance of the armory, a graceful figure slowly emerged inside the armory.

She wore a bright red peony and golden phoenix robe, her exquisite and dignified face was impeccable, and beneath her high-piled black hair were Princess Zheng Wanqing's beautiful eyes that sparkled.

She possessed a noble air and an alluring figure, as if she had stepped out of the void, untouched by worldly concerns.

"Elder Wu, are you satisfied with Dao'er?" Zheng Wanqing asked with a smile, her voice clear and elegant, carrying the composure of a superior.

Old Wu slowly turned around, the lazy look of feigned sleep on his face had long since faded, replaced by a solemn expression.

His gaze lingered in the direction where the royal road had disappeared, his eyes flashing with a glint of determination.

"Unprecedented in history!" Elder Wu, though sparing with words, gave it extremely high praise: "That kid's foundation is simply astonishing."

"In all my years, I have never seen anyone who has tempered their physical body to such an extent in the Golden Membrane Realm. They are no less than those peerless geniuses."

"What's even more terrifying is that there isn't a single trace of his former crippled body on his body; this is simply defying the heavens!"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Wanqing's lips curled into a faint smile, as if she had anticipated this assessment.

But Elder Wu changed the subject again: "However, I cultivate the way of the sword."

"Oh?" Zheng Wanqing raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance. "Didn't he choose a spirit sword before he left?"

"A spirit sword is a spirit sword, and the way of the sword is the way of the sword." Elder Wu shook his head, a complex light flashing in his deep eyes. "His understanding is superficial; I need to observe him further, but..."

Old Wu suddenly turned his gaze to Zheng Wanqing, a strange expression appearing on his face, his voice carrying a hint of probing and amusement:

"Your Highness, you're not really pinning all your hopes on that boy, are you?"