Dashing Student Chapter 965: Gathering on the Ninth Floor

Xuan Hui was astonished to see patches of green reemerging on the Jianmu.

Buddha says that a single thought can give birth to a flower, a divine skill that creates life. If Chen Nan could resurrect the Jianmu fragments, it would be a similar method.

At this moment, he felt even more that inviting Chen Nan to become the Buddha Son had been the right decision. Chen Nan’s every action seemed to embody Zen principles.

This is truly a natural Buddha Son!

Unfortunately, freely falling flowers have feelings, but the flowing water is heartless. Xuan Hui needed to think of another method.

"Otherwise, once we leave the secret realm, should we have that old monk take Chen Nan back directly?"

"No, no, if we do that, how would Chen Nan and I be any different?"

Chen Nan was completely unaware of the great monk’s countless thoughts. He was simply contemplating the benefits he gained from refining the Jianmu.

First, his recovery power had greatly enhanced, something he had anticipated from the start.

By merging with the Wood Demon’s essence, he also obtained the Wood Demon’s terrifying recovery ability.

Chen Nan drew the Wind Roar Sword and made a cut on his arm.

Even before the blood could flow, a layer of faint green light covered the wound, and it began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"So it’s true!" Chen Nan rejoiced inwardly.

He wanted to test if he could acquire the Wood Demon’s astounding life force, and after refining, it was indeed as he had hoped.

One could say, as long as he wasn’t instantly killed, no matter how severe the injury, Chen Nan could recover.

"Great, now your life has another layer of protection, and I can feel much more at ease."

Witnessing this, Nie Xiaoyu was overjoyed, jumping up and cheering, her jubilant demeanor bringing a smile to others’ faces.

If the old Nie Xiaoyu was an iceberg, then after meeting Chen Nan, that iceberg had melted.

Chen Nan couldn’t help but smile knowingly, "I feel I can do even more with this Jianmu, like perhaps... turning it back into a Wood Demon!"

The Wood Demon was born with sentience after eons of change. Though the Jianmu had merged with the Wood Demon essence, turning it back into a Wood Demon was impossible.

Thus, Xuan Hui, Nie Xiaoyu, and Tang Zhirou watched Chen Nan with curiosity.

"I just had a sudden thought, I’m not sure if it will work."

Chen Nan smiled slightly, gently tossed out the Jianmu fragment, then formed a sealing technique with one hand, writing in the air with the other, mana concentrating at his fingertips, as golden runes began to emerge.

The golden runes fell onto the Jianmu, integrating completely. One by one, each rune made the green on the Jianmu more vivid.

Finally, after accommodating a full ninety-nine runes, the Jianmu fragment shone brightly, giving a feeling akin to that of a living being.

"Chen Nan, what kind of magic is this? It looks like the Talismanic Dao, yet not."

Nie Xiaoyu asked with great curiosity.

Even the well-versed Xuan Hui awaited Chen Nan’s answer.

"This is the Spiritual Technique." Chen Nan smiled slightly, "It’s a family secret technique taught to me by a dear friend."

In his mind appeared the images of Li Man, Mu Wanqing, and Mo Yan.

"The Spiritual Technique? Truly mysterious and extraordinary, being able to resurrect the inanimate, miraculous!" Xuan Hui marveled deeply.

Chen Nan pointed with two fingers, and the Jianmu began to grow vines, slowly transforming, finally becoming a wooden house!

This transformation stunned Nie Xiaoyu and the others, who climbed the vine-formed steps and entered the wooden house.

They discovered that the wooden house’s layout and furniture were exactly like the previous one that had been burned to ashes!

"It’s so magical." Tang Zhirou expressed repeatedly.

Seeing the result, Chen Nan was quite satisfied too. Combining the Jianmu and the Spiritual Technique was indeed a brilliant spark of inspiration, and it succeeded.

Currently, the Jianmu couldn’t be considered a living being but a spiritually imbued item. Chen Nan believed that as his cultivation improved, he could inscribe more runes onto the Jianmu.

One day, the Jianmu would truly come to life.

With a thought, the Jianmu reverted to palm size, flew back into Chen Nan’s hand, and he placed it back into the storage bag.

Even though all the treasures on this level had been taken, Chen Nan had obtained the most precious item.

They continued to explore deeper, traversing the desert, vast sea, swamp, and miasma levels, acquiring some treasures.

Of course, many ignorant cultivators approached them, as the secret realm seemed to amplify their greed; killing to seize treasures was becoming commonplace.

However, those who provoked Chen Nan met disastrous ends, not only did he reduce them to ashes, but even their remnants were absorbed by the Demon Suppressing Sword.

Xuan Hui couldn’t even perform rites to pacify them.

Thus, the cultivators of the Moon Palace learned one thing: Do not provoke the man traveling with two beauties and a monk, or even your ashes will scatter.

Finally, with only five days left before the secret realm entrance closed, Chen Nan and his companions reached the final level.

This level looked remarkably similar to the first hall, but the cultivators who arrived here were not ordinary.

Wang Teng of the Wang Family, Sun Jian’an of the Sun Family, Zhang Yunxiang of the Zhang Family... all were genius talent from families that had previously insulted Chen Nan.

Among them were Zhang Yunyi, Chong Xiao, Tu Susu, Gu Ming, and other prodigies from the Hidden Dragon List.

In total, more than twenty cultivators had gathered on this level.

Chen Nan reflected inwardly, these cultivators truly lived up to the family’s and sect’s high expectations, undoubtedly carrying many treasures.

After all, the treasures from previous levels weren’t just waiting to be claimed, but came with many risks.

There were restrictions, demon beasts, and even vengeful spirits and ghost soldiers.

For instance, the fifth level’s desert had dangerous creatures like desert poison scorpions and desert storms, while the seventh level’s swamp was home to the man-eating Ghost Swamp Flood Dragon.

These were fiercely savage demon beasts; even a cultivator at the ninth stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage would face certain death if targeted.

Reaching the ninth level already proved their prowess!

Of the cultivators who entered the Water Moon Palace, about one-fifth made it this far. Including those on other levels, there were only thirty to forty in total, with six to seven out of ten having perished.

The danger within the secret realm was not merely hearsay.

To avoid his identity being exposed, upon entering this level, Chen Nan maintained a distance from Nie Xiaoyu, Xuan Hui, and Tang Zhirou.

This way, even if his identity was uncovered, it wouldn’t implicate them.

The ninth level was indeed similar to the first, but instead of the grand dragon pillars, there were nine stone tablets.

In the deepest point was a stone platform, upon which rested a pottery jar, seemingly ordinary.

But everyone here understood, how could a pottery jar placed here be ordinary?