Chapter 242 - Myriad Elephants Divine Art Ninth Layer
As Zhao Kongming’s voice fell, the entire hall went silent.
Zhao Kongming had said he would make a big change in Watermoon City’s situation. How?
Watermoon City’s prominent clans had all taken root here hundreds of years ago, each ruling its territory with robust foundations and strength.
So, changing the status quo would be no easy feat.
Zheng Qinghu and the others looked at Zhao Kongming, waiting for his next words.
Clearly, the allure of potential growth for their clans had captured their interest.
Zhao Kongming momentarily pondered and said, “The Watermoon City has been like a pool of stagnant water for the last hundred years, with each clan guarding its territory. I presume none of you wish for this stagnation to continue."
A sharp light flashed in Zheng Qinghu's and the others' eyes, and they nodded one after another.
Who did not want to grow stronger?
Who did not want their clan to grow stronger?
Watermoon City, constrained by its size and longstanding structure, had seen only marginal changes over the centuries.
While evenly matched in strength, the martial clans hesitated to recklessly challenge each other's dominance.
In these people’s eyes, the reason the Lin Clan got wiped out by the Chen Clan was only an accident.
The existing structure showed no signs of significant changes, lacking vitality. Martial clans coexisted peacefully, each developing independently without the drive to ascend to a higher level.
The prevailing sentiment suggested that, over time, the martial clans might settle into contentment with the current state of peace.
Prior to Zhao Kongming's words, the notion of restructuring Watermoon City had never crossed their minds.
“Brother Kongming, don’t keep us waiting. No one here wants things to remain as they are forever. We are considered prestigious clans in Watermoon City, but what do we count for in a Grade-1 City or even a County City?” said Zheng Qinghu, making the others nod in agreement.
“Just tell us, Brother Kongming. What do you need us to do?”
A cruel look appeared in Li Tianba’s gaze.
Zhao Kongming immediately burst out in laughter. “Haha, everyone, from here on, Watermoon City shall be in our grasp for all eternity!”
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Meanwhile, Watermoon City's Qian Clan, Zhou Clan, Lu Clan, Zhang Clan, and Chen Zhengqing remained oblivious to the plotted conspiracy. These great clans were actively preparing for the upcoming City Clash Convention scheduled in three days.
Every great clan would bring out one of their businesses for this City Clash Convention as a wager. The five clans that performed the worst would hand over their businesses to those in the top five.
In Xuanyang City, Chen Fan had gone into secluded cultivation to advance to the ninth layer of Myriad Elephants Divine Art.
He had obtained plenty of precious elixirs in Loulan Ancient Imperial City’s underground palace. One of them was an extremely precious Crouching Dragon Pill, which had a miraculous effect on tempering one’s physique. It was one of the three most precious elixirs he had obtained.
Opening a jade box, Chen Fan revealed the round elixir, emitting pure and majestic energy. The Crouching Dragon Pill's allure triggered a strong desire within Chen Fan. He promptly consumed the pill.
Rumble!
The Crouching Dragon Pill instantly melted in his mouth, transforming into a mass of majestic, fiery energy that coursed through Chen Fan’s limbs and skeleton.
Chen Fan focused and calmed his mind. He immediately revolved the Myriad Elephants Divine Art to absorb the medicinal efficacy of the pill, enhancing and tempering his physique.
As time flowed slowly, Chen Fan's physique underwent a remarkable transformation under the potent medicinal efficacy of the Crouching Dragon Pill. An overwhelming sense of oppression radiated from him as if every cell in his body brimmed with boundless strength.
Deep in his cells, ancient wild elephants were hissing and galloping.
Boom!
As if a floodgate had been opened, an invisible power erupted from Chen Fan. It formed a fierce gale that, carrying terrifying strength, slammed into the stone walls of the secret room, producing loud cracking noises.
Finally, Chen Fan’s Myriad Elephants Divine Art progressed to the next level, reaching the ninth layer.
If the toughness of Chen Fan’s flesh were comparable to Grade-2 treasures at the eighth layer, he was now no weaker than top-tier Grade-2 weapons.
Relying on physical strength alone, he could kill a sixth-level Yuanfu realm expert and even defend himself from a seventh-level Yuanfu realm powerhouse.
Chen Fan still did not emerge from his secluded cultivation. Instead, he cultivated the Nine Illusory Primeval Vessel Secret Art.
1. Sun Tianqi and Wang Daoyuan appeared in 177 when the Lin Clan was being destroyed and were asked to help, but they stood by and watched. ☜
