Chapter 240: Three Perfected Intents! Reunion! Mo Xiaoyu’s Battle Record!
Half an hour later, the fusion concluded.
Meng Changqing slowly opened his eyes.
He raised his right hand, spreading his fingers into a palm.
Strictly speaking, the difference between Palm Intent and Fist Intent wasn’t that significant — they both emphasized bold and sweeping moves.
However, fist techniques focused more on individual attacks, while palm techniques emphasized area coverage, striking a broader range.
A single palm strike could cover the heavens, shattering everything beneath!
“Each has its strengths.” Meng Changqing nodded slightly.
He then glanced at the bottom of the system panel.
He still had two Intent Enhancement Cards in his possession.
Now it was up to luck.
“System, use one Intent Enhancement Card!
“Enhance Palm Intent!”
Meng Changqing commanded directly.
[Consumption successful!].
[Palm Intent has been enhanced to 70%!].
The system prompt appeared.
With that, the crystalline palm imprint in his mind suddenly trembled, expanding rapidly and becoming increasingly vivid.
“Not bad.” Meng Changqing’s eyes lit up with joy.
It had already been elevated to 70%! Now, with the final Intent Enhancement Card, he only needed it to improve by 30% to reach perfection!
With this thought, Meng Changqing hesitated to use it immediately.
Instead, following his usual routine, he silently chanted a few “lucky” phrases for good fortune.
[Consumption successful!].
[Palm Intent has been enhanced to 100%!].
Hearing this, Meng Changqing’s face broke into a broad smile!
It seemed his little rituals really worked this time!
The crystalline Palm Intent in his mind surged again, now standing side-by-side with his Fist Intent, both equally powerful and majestic, reaching the perfected stage of mastery!
“Three perfected intents!” Meng Changqing’s gaze sparkled with anticipation.
Having two perfected intents was enough to dominate the Wild Sea — let alone three!
It seemed his Martial Domain might not even be necessary after all.
“Now, when can I manifest my fourth intent?” Meng Changqing mused excitedly.
Four intents were considered the ultimate ideal state for any martial artist.
And he was just one step away!
“If no one gifts me one, I’ll just have to comprehend it myself.” Meng Changqing reflected.
Strictly speaking, his comprehension talent leaned heavily towards sword techniques.
But with Unity of Man and Heaven, he could forcefully delve into other schools of thought, eventually grasping new intents!
Of course, the best approach was… to rely on friends!
“So, what should my fourth intent be?” Meng Changqing pondered for a moment.
A familiar figure flashed in his mind. His lips curled into a knowing smile.
It was now the fourth day since entering the Wild Sea.
All divine treasures, except the central Wish Spirit Fruit, had already been harvested without any being left behind.
As for who obtained them, speculations ran wild, but the truth was scarce.
The strong didn’t fear being targeted — like Meng Changqing.
But the weaker ones? They had already gone into hiding, releasing false rumors to confuse others and avoid unwanted attention.
Meanwhile, something else caught everyone’s attention.
Since entering the Wild Sea, only a few people had encountered members of the Demonic Path.
In the past, these confrontations would already have turned into bloody battles.
Yet this time, such encounters were few and far between, leading many to sense something unusual.
Furthermore, the sudden disappearance of the Wild Sea’s suppression rules also raised eyebrows.
Historically, the suppression had always been a constant, never fading.
Still, its removal was more of a boon for the participants, so most dismissed it without further thought.
After all, tomorrow was the day the Wish Spirit Fruit would ripen!
A top-tier divine treasure, it was eagerly awaited by all.
The strongest geniuses, including Han Yuanzhen, the Western Desert’s Twin Buddhas, Yue Qingchan, Meng Changqing, and Dongmen Xiangzhong, were all poised for a fierce contest.
At an agreed-upon island, Meng Changqing finally reunited with Mo Xiaoyu and the others.
“Uncle Master!” Mo Xiaoyu came bounding over, her face brimming with excitement.
“What’s up?” Meng Changqing reached out, ruffling her hair gently.
Since the Genius Battle, over a year had passed.
Mo Xiaoyu had grown a fair bit, at least in height. She was now around 1.5 meters tall.
Her body had also started developing, though her personality remained as innocent as ever.
“Look!” Mo Xiaoyu held up a jade box.
It radiated divine light, indicating it contained a divine treasure!
“Impressive. You managed to obtain a divine treasure?” Meng Changqing raised an eyebrow in mild surprise.
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Who would’ve thought they’d actually manage to snatch one?
“Well done!” Meng Changqing gave her a thumbs-up, his gaze shifting to the distance.
There, the massive figures of the Shi brothers stood out, both visibly injured as they recovered.
Lin Qingming and other Hidden Vein cultivators also bore varying degrees of wounds.
It was clear that obtaining this divine treasure had come at a great cost.
“Uncle Master, take it! It’s too risky for us to hold onto!” Mo Xiaoyu handed the jade box over with both hands, her tone insistent.
“Alright.” Meng Changqing nodded, accepting it.
He then walked over to the others.
“How are the injuries?” he asked.
“Manageable, nothing life-threatening,” Shi Yao replied with a grin.
“This trip has been eye-opening. We’ve seen so many powerful individuals,” Shi Guang added gravely. “Our martial foundations still have a long way to go.”
“Hmph, I’ve already memorized those guys’ faces. One day, I’ll pay them back!” Shi Yao huffed indignantly.
“No one, not even my mom, has ever dared slap my face, and now look at me!” With that, he pulled out a massive bronze mirror, leaving Meng Changqing momentarily stunned.
So… is this the start of a vain phase?
Carrying a mirror around now?