Cultivation Begins with Skill Points-Chapter 241: Seven Luminaries Palace

As soon as Zhong Lin entered Angler’s Gorge, he was engulfed by a black, pervasive mist, his vision severely impaired, as if walking through a pitch-black night sky, surrounded by towering reefs, gorges, and roaring sea waves.

No wonder this place is rarely visited; if a Martial Artist unfamiliar with the path enters, they will immediately lose their way, only able to reluctantly turn back.

For Martial Artists who cannot fly, entering here is tantamount to seeking death.

A moment later, under Chen Jia’s guidance, Zhong Lin flew to a hidden reef, above a whirlpool of seawater.

This place spans about two to three thousand acres, resembling a small lake, with turbulent rapids in the middle, and a few iron-like reefs standing tall amidst the thick black mist and steaming water vapor, the sea howling in a breathtaking display.

"This is the place. Blast it with Spiritual Origin."

"Alright."

Zhong Lin gathered his Spiritual Origin, pointed with his Sword Finger, and unleashed a hundred-zhang Sword Qi into the air, fiercely striking the vortex of seawater and reefs.

Boom!

The Sword Qi was like the axe light in the hands of Pangu opening up the heavens, instantly slicing a path through the surrounding black mist, revealing a small island before them.

"Quick, get inside; the mist is about to regroup!"

Chen Jia’s voice was filled with urgency.

Zhong Lin didn’t hesitate; he stepped forward like a streak of light, rushing in instantly.

Without the black mist’s cover, everything before was clear and distinct, no longer worried about crashing into reefs or waves.

The island wasn’t large, but standing atop it was a palace.

A palace of dazzling beauty and wealth.

Of course, this palace, if placed in the mundane world, would be considered grand and magnificent, breathtakingly beautiful. But compared to Purple Cloud City, it seemed small, lacking any Immortal aura.

It suited the identity of the Seven Luminaries Sword Monarch—a Loose Cultivator Martial Artist; he had no time to manage and build a large palace. Building one like this was already good enough.

"Be careful."

As Zhong Lin observed the palace before him, a pungent breeze suddenly emerged from the nearby seawater, and in the next moment, a giant black serpent came barreling in with its bloodied mouth wide open to bite.

The serpent’s charge whipped the sea into waves, accompanied by a tornado-like Wind Flow spinning across the sky. Within the storm, the serpent appeared to stretch two to three hundred meters long, roaring fiercely, its scales opening, an endless Water Qi forming a vortex, the sound piercing, echoing with the wind, sending shivers down spines.

Zhong Lin slammed a palm down, leaving a massive imprint on the serpent’s head, taking the opportunity to fly backward and upward, observing the giant serpent below from a high vantage.

The serpent was entirely dark green, massive, exuding a fetid aura, its presence intimidating, riding with the wind and waves in a wild gale, the cries of ghosts and wolves accompanying.

Its scales were the size of basins, now all flaring out, the reverse scales sharp as knives, vicious and ferocious.

"Another serpent? Has this one become a spirit?"

Zhong Lin’s face showed a hint of speechlessness, wondering why he always encountered Mutant Beasts and Sea Beasts that couldn’t seem to get along with serpents.

Golden Crown Python, Golden Horned Python...

And now another dark green sea serpent emerges; he really has an affinity with serpent-type Mutant Beasts!

Chen Jia’s soul body also emerged from the Soul Nourishing Ring, looking at the giant serpent with a sigh.

"It’s grown so big."

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"A pet raised by the Seven Luminaries; I didn’t expect this serpent to stay here all along, and its strength has become so powerful. Judging by its aura, it already has Spirit Sea Realm strength. Be careful, this serpent, I have no idea where Seven Luminaries got such a rare species. It can devour iron ore to strengthen its body, hard as iron, immensely strong," Chen Jia said.

As the two spoke, the giant serpent shook its head, let out a skyward roar, and attacked Zhong Lin once more.

"Come on."

Zhong Lin advanced instead of retreating, stepping directly to appear above the serpent’s head.

Right hand clenched into a fist, violent Power surged out, pounding down heavily on the serpent’s head again.

Against such a rare Sea Beast, ordinary Martial Arts were ineffective; even Sword Qi might not break its defenses. But pure Power was well-suited to deal with such massive creatures.

Zhong Lin’s fist moved quickly, Power concentrated, fiercely smashing into the serpent’s body.

The serpent let out a dreadful cry, falling onto the sea surface, its head swaying as if dazed from the blow.

Zhong Lin, satisfied, watched his fist, the five levels of Dragon Elephant Golden Body, sixteen thousand jin of enormous Power gathered in hand, capable of smashing steel into mud.

"Haha, again."

Zhong Lin pressed the advantage, booming forth, both arms turning into iron fists like cartwheels continuously hammering the serpent’s body, each punch carrying mountain-like force, waves of overwhelming strength roaring out.

The serpent, suppressed by this terrifying strength, couldn’t lift its head or move, only able to wail and howl continuously. Scales flew, dense blood flowing from wounds, soon staining the surrounding sea red.

With the last punch thrown, a faint dragon-elephant’s call echoed from the fist, soft golden light retracted.

Boom!

The serpent let out one last cry, its massive head shattered, the aura dissipating altogether.

Zhong Lin landed from the air, shaking off the bloodstains from his body.

Chen Jia’s soul body flew over from afar, looking at the incomplete serpent corpse on the ground, sighed, and said: "You hit too hard. Finally met a familiar... well... familiar serpent, and now it’s gone."

Zhong Lin pouted, waved the serpent’s corpse into his Storage Bracelet, rare beast, its body filled with treasures; it can’t be wasted.

The serpent skin could be made into Inner Armor, scales could forge Weapons, snake blood and meat could be used for Alchemy, and most precious was its inner core that could be used for both Alchemy and cultivation, a rather excellent material.

After storing the serpent’s corpse, Zhong Lin stepped towards the palace not far ahead.

On the not-so-large palace, a colossal plaque stood overhead, iron strokes and silver hooks inscribed with the three characters "Seven Luminaries Palace".

The metal-made front doors were also locked, but the thousand years had left them rusty, appearing dilapidated.

A wave of the right hand unleashed an invisible force that shattered the whole iron door, collapsing several nearby rooms in the process, revealing the gold, silver, and decorative pearls and gemstones within.

Zhong Lin raised an eyebrow, quirkily saying: "Master, aren’t Sword Cultivators supposed to be devoted to their sword and not material possessions? But how come this Seven Luminaries Sword Monarch seems so worldly?"

The gold and jewels before him might be worth a fortune in the secular world, but for Martial Artists above the Innate Realm, they’re as dirt.

They couldn’t buy Elixirs, nor could they buy Secret Technique Manuals.

For Martial Artists above the Innate Realm, Spirit Stones are the real currency.

As for gold and silver, they’re only occasionally usable in Alchemy.