Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey!

Chapter 707: Chapter 201: Mianshui is Shocked, Chen 94 Still Knows Peng Yingyu!_2

”Oh, Brother Ni, hurry up and tell us, who is this person?”

Monk Peng rarely heard Ni Wenjun speak so highly of someone, and now he directly asked. Ni Wenjun replied, ”From Xiantao Village in Mianshui County, his surname is Chen, and his name is Jiusi.”

”Chen Jiusi!”

Monk Peng muttered to himself, ”What a good name, just one step short of ’Jiu Wu’ (95). If this person is neither a Monarch nor a good adviser!”

Having finished, Monk Peng said to Ni Wenjun, ”Brother Ni, with the injuries you’ve sustained, you’ll need some time to recover. I plan to make a trip to Mianshui to see for myself how talented this person you’re talking about really is.”

Hearing this Ni Wenjun said, ”Haha, great, Brother Peng, if you go, please take a letter from me to him. I’ve been missing the little brother, and I don’t know how he’s doing now.”

In this way, Monk Peng, carrying a handwritten letter from Ni Wenjun, measured the earth with his feet. Traveling from Anhui around Jiangsu and Zhejiang, Fujian, Jiangxi, Hunan, and then into Hubei, covering over ten thousand miles. He met some local heroes and even took on two disciples before finally arriving in Mianshui and finding Chen Jiusi.

Listening to Monk Peng’s story, Chen Jie said, ”Master Peng, my big brother, what kind of injury did he actually suffer? At that time, with my low cultivation, I didn’t think much of it, but over the years, as my realm has improved, I’ve always had this question nagging at me. I implore you to clear my doubts.”

At this moment, Monk Peng’s cheeks were a bit red, and he felt a warm sensation throughout his body. He thought to himself, this is truly good wine, to think that it could even make him react this way, comfortable, so comfortable.

Monk Peng didn’t use his Gang Qi to suppress the nature of the wine, but thanks to his formidable physical constitution, he could also drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.

Now after hearing Chen Jie’s words, he said, ”Young brother, is there any more wine?”

Chen Jie answered, ”Master Peng, there’s plenty of wine. But you’ve already drunk thirty jin, and this wine is strong, it’s harmful to your health.”

”It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter. If there’s more, then please bring some over.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Jie glanced at Chen Heng, who immediately went out to fetch a jug and said, ”Master, this is all we’ve got left. If you drink any more, I’ll have to go back to the mansion and haul over a cartload.”

Monk Peng waved his hand and said, ”Ah, there’s no need. Everything in this world follows destiny, and it seems today I can only drink four jugs. The rest will have to wait for another day.”

Having said that, Monk Peng popped the seal on the jug of wine, then took a small sip. If he had been gulping it down like an ox before, now he was savoring it.

”Ah, what good wine! Now, what was it you were asking me about?”

Monk Peng asked Chen Jie.

Chen Jie said, ”I wanted to ask you, Master, what injury my Brother Ni really suffered. If he could fight against a master like the Xuanbing Second Elder, why was he being chaotically chased by several Energy Transformation Masters from Mianshui County at the time? I simply can’t figure it out.”

Monk Peng replied, ”Oh, it wasn’t that he got hurt, but that there was a problem with his Kung Fu practice, or rather, the Martial Arts he was practicing has this flaw, known as ’without destruction, there is no establishment.’”

”Without destruction, there is no establishment?”

Monk Peng said, ”Yes, without destruction, there is no establishment. Your Brother Ni practiced a long-lost Martial Arts called the Nine-story Tower.”

”The Nine-story Tower?”

Chen Jie murmured the name, and Monk Peng continued, ”Yes, the Nine-story Tower. This technique, each level of the tower corresponds to a Martial Arts Realm. When Brother Ni met you, it was during his sixth time dispelling his cultivation and starting over.”

”This Nine-story Tower Technique, each time one advances, one must dispel their cultivation and start anew, much like ascending the floors of a tower, every time you go down a level, you have to return to the ground and start over from the first floor.”

”This was his sixth time dispelling his cultivation, and without having advanced his Kung Fu, he encountered that incident. He was chased around by those people. If you had let him practice for another month or two, those Energy Transformation levels would’ve been nothing to him.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Jie was taken aback, thinking to himself that Brother Ni’s Kung Fu was quite distinctive, reminding him of the Heavenly Elder in ’Sky Dragon Eight Trigrams’ who would return to youth every thirty years and then have to re-cultivate all over again.

This Nine-story Tower Technique, it seems to follow a principle similar to that!

After contemplating, Chen Jie asked, ”Master, what is Brother Ni’s current level of cultivation?”

Monk Peng answered, ”Oh, he should have recovered to the Dragon Realm by now.”

”The Dragon Realm!”

Chen Jie muttered to himself, he now knew the realms he had yet to cultivate, which were the Holding Core Realm, the Wolf Smoke Realm, the Rainbow Realm, and the Dragon Realm.

And the Dragon Realm was the level of the Zoroastrian Sect’s Dharma Kings.

Chen Jie surmised that the level of the Zoroastrian Sect’s Dharma Kings would be the Dragon Realm, because thirty years ago, Han Miaozhen consumed the Fire Phoenix Pill, entered the Dragon Realm, and thus became one of the Four Great Dharma Kings.

So it could be said that the lowest level of a Dharma King should be the Dragon Realm.

Chen Jie thought about it for a while and then looked at Monk Peng and said, ”Master, what realm are you at?”

Monk Peng laughed and said, ”Me? Just a bit higher than them, just a little bit, *hic*”

Watching Monk Peng act this way, Chen Jie didn’t press further but instead thought aloud, ”Master, how do you compare to Master Zhang?”

Hearing this, Monk Peng answered, ”Can’t compare, can’t compare. Master Zhang, hmm, is a little bit higher than me.”

Monk Peng belched a bit from the alcohol, his little face flush with color; he must have started feeling the effects of the drink. The tipsy Monk Peng’s smile grew even more splendid, true to his nickname, the Laughing Buddha.

Chen Jie then looked at Monk Peng and ventured, ”Master, it would be impudent to ask, but you didn’t come to Mianshui just to find me, did you?”

Monk Peng replied, ”No.”

Hmm?!

Chen Jie was startled by the candid response. He thought to himself that such an esteemed master wouldn’t have come all this way just for him.

But Monk Peng was certainly honest. Couldn’t he have just fibbed a little and told me he came specifically for me? Would I know the truth? And after hearing that, wouldn’t I feel even more grateful? Your straightforwardness makes it hard for me to respond.