Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 462: Tough Training

Chapter 462: Tough Training

Translator: _Tat_ Editor: Fish_Creek

The Painting of the Nine Immortals was a place where heavenly beings enjoyed their lives. Here, every day was tranquil. However, lately, the ground had been shaking quite often, causing the Purple Dwarf to pout in dissatisfaction.

This was all because Ling Xian started a very extreme form of training.

Moving mountains.

Without using even the slightest Qi, he used only muscles to move these mountains.

What he wanted was to increase his stamina and strengthen his bones. Even though he was already plenty strong because of his enlightenment and his refined body after he reached the completion level.

However, because he was trying to learn the Disorder Conquering Immortal Fists, his current state was not exactly enough. Thus, he must train hard and work to improve!

Only when his physical body reached a certain level will he be able to understand this technique!

Currently, Ling Xian was walking with a mountain on his back.

Though his face was puffy and red, and his legs were heavy like he was injected with mercury, his gaze was full of resolution and an unwillingness to quit.

Hommmm, hommmm, hommmm….

The s.p.a.ce shook as the mountain moved.

Ling Xian, carrying such a heaven burden on his back, walked with difficulty. Every step left behind a deep footstep. Despite this, every single step he took was so stern and calm.

"Endure, I can do this!"

Ling Xian was soaked in sweat as he trembled under the weight of the mountain. It was getting difficult for him to continue this. However, for stronger bones and tougher muscles, he had to grit his teeth and continue his training.

Just like that, three days pa.s.sed. Not a single moment went by where he didn't train hard. Though his entire body was in pain, his gain was also fruitful. At the very least, he was now able to march forward with the mountain on his back.

To know that it was a tall mountain and weight thousands of tons. For a regular person, the moment the mountain was placed on their back, they would be crushed into pieces of bones.

Yet Ling Xian was already able to march forward with the mountain. This was an accomplishment in itself already. However, to reach the level required by the technique, he still had a long way to go.

"Phew… it's been three days and I can barely walk. I have to work harder." Ling Xian put down the mountain and exhaled in relief.

Then, without stopping, he quickly flew before another mountain and held onto the base of the mountain.

"Up you go!"

Gritting his teeth, Ling Xian used all his energy in an attempt to s.h.i.+ft the mile tall mountain before him.

His arms, as if made out of steels and metal, exploded with terrifying strength. After a few moments of nothingness, this mountain was uprooted and settled on his back.

Then, he began another round of journey.

Just like that, Ling Xian clenched his teeth and continued his tough journey. Every time he moved a mountain a few kilometers away, he returned where he started and lifted another mountain.

Time pa.s.sed by just like that.

….

Seven days later, on top of a grand Mount of the Healing Soul.

Liao Cang Qiong had a kind smile on his face as he watched Ling Xian in training. "Yo, you who practises ancient arrays, what do you think of my apprentice? He has talent, has courage, is responsible, and is hardworking. He will achieve greatness in the future."

"Ling Xian is honestly really great. There is nothing to pick on."

Feng Qing Ming sighed and glanced at Liao Cang Qiong, "The only bad thing about him is that he named an awful man as his Master, someone who only knows how to sell fake drugs. What use is that?"

"Fake drugs?"

Liao Cang Qiong glared at him. But very quickly, his expression turned sarcastic. If this was before, he would be debating against the man for three days and three nights.

But today, he had no plans to fight. He merely said something that immediately ended Feng Qing Ming.

"I will not argue with you. You are jealous."

Right after, Feng Qing Ming became enraged, "I am jealous? You are so funny. I am an Array Master! Why would I be jealous of someone who sells fake drugs?"

"Ha! So what you are the Pioneer of Ancient Arrays?" Liao Cang Qion stretched his lips into a grin and said something that once again ended Feng Qing Ming.

"I have a great apprentice."

G.o.d d.a.m.n!

Feng Qing Ming's eyes widened and continued, "I am known as a pioneer! What about you? Even though you have some accomplishments, you are no pioneer. You are the second accomplished Alchemist!"

Being only the second alchemist had always caused the most pain for Liao Cang Qiong. If this was before, then he would have swept up his sleeves and fought against Feng Qing Ming.

But now, the Immortal of Alchemy was not angry. Instead, he smiled, "I have a great apprentice."

F*ck!

Feng Qing Ming's face was black by this point. Controlling his anger, he continued to gloat his achievements in hope of beating the Immortal of Alchemy.

"I have created an infinite number of ancient arrays. Defensive ones, offensive ones, and even supportive ones. Every single one of them is insanely powerful. But what about you? You will always be the second greatest! You will never beat the ancestor of alchemy!"

Hearing this, Liao Cang Qiong remained unfazed. Chuckling like normal, he repeated the one statement that jolted Feng Qing Ming.

"I have a great apprentice."

F*CK!

Will you ever stop?

Feng Qing Ming's face was utterly black. He was infuriated but there was nothing he could say.

Just like Liao Cang Qiong said, he had a great apprentice. An apprentice even the Pioneer of Ancient Arrays was jealous of.

"Hey, you who sells fake drugs, can you stop bringing up Ling Xian? If you have guts, then compare yourself to me!" Feng Ming Qing widened his eyes and stared at Liao Cang Qiong. He was borderline going to hit Liao Cang Qiong.

"Hehe, I have no guts."

Liao Cang Qiong squinted his eyes and giggled, "What are you gonna do? I have a great apprentice."

F*ck!

Can we not talk about Ling Xian?

Feng Qing Ming was cried tearlessly. But he had no comebacks. No matter how capable he was, Liao Cang Qiong's one statement killed him instantly.

"Haha, what a joke! Trying to argue with me."

Now that Feng Qing Ming was speechless, the Immortal of Alchemy laughed out loud. He felt that the wisest decision he made was picking out Ling Xian from the crowd.

"Hmmph, you are just lucky. What's so good about that?" Feng Qing Ming hissed, "Even though he named you his Master, his achievements are all because of himself. They are unrelated to you."

"Hehe, it's okay. We don't need to be related."

The Immortal of Alchemy was not angry as he continued to giggle, "No matter what, Ling Xian is my apprentice and he only sees me as his Master."

Now that this was brought up, Feng Qing Ming was enraged, "You fake drug seller! You have angered me greatly today. I have to teach you a lesson!"

Then, he summoned the simplified version of the Immortal Trap. He planned on petrifying Liao Cang Qiong then beat him up.

However, just as he called out to this array, the Untainted opened her mouth and made the two of them laugh.

"Stop it. You old men. You have been alive for tens and thousands of years and you act like children."

Hearing this, both of them rolled back their Qi. Their faces revealed how embarra.s.sed they felt.

"Look at Ling Xian." The Untainted led them to look at the thin silhouette with a mountain on his back.

Hearing this, the other two Immortals s.h.i.+fted their gaze. Then, shock appeared on their faces.

Because down there, Ling Xian's entire body was glowing. The eternal light around him was blinding!

"After 10 days of training, I have finally achieved a small milestone!"

Ling Xian's lips curled up. His right hand tightened into a fist, then, he aimed it at the mountain.

He didn't use a single bit of Qi. However, this move instantly smashed the entire mountain into pieces!

HOOMMMM!

The mountain broke down into rocks!

Amongst the debris, Ling Xian stood like the eternal Sun, emitting blinding rays of light. The most attention s.n.a.t.c.hing of all this was without a doubt, his right hand, the hand that easily broke down the mountain.

It was obvious. He now had the physique required to smash a mile tall mountain into pieces. He achieved this through his right fist. What kind of move granted him the strength to do so?

The answer was clear.

It was the Disorder Conquering Immortal Fists!