The current limit for humans advancing to Innate using Protective Realm Pills is nine, known as the Nine Pills Guarding Realm.

Besides the Innate Protection Realm Pill, the most important is the Innate Promotion Supplement Pill.

Zhou Leng checked the pills, each race well-represented.

Especially, the most crucial ones were in abundance.

From Innate onwards, only major realms require special Promotion Supplement Pills, like advancing to Grandmaster or Martial Saint.

Minor realms don't need them since the postnatal body is strong enough, and the pills after Innate are powerful enough that consuming a few can replenish the body's consumption post-advancement.

Zhou Leng bought some essential pills at the Martial Arts Mall and even strolled through the Innate Area and the Grandmaster Area.

It's always good to have dreams.

On the pill shelf, the central position in the ordinary area is always occupied by Replenishing Essence Pills.

Although priced at ten thousand each, not the most expensive, powerful martial artists don't need them, but everyone can and wants to consume them; the demand is greatest.

In the Innate Area and the Grandmaster Area pill shelves, the central spot holds the same kind of pill.

Unlike most pills, which are white, this pill is quite flamboyant.

A bright yellow drug box with dragon carvings and tiger paintings, the pill aura swirls vividly.

Dragon and Tiger Pill.

A billion each.

Every martial artist knows this pill, famed across the Ten Realms.

However, its potency is too strong to be used below Innate.

Above Innate, many Innate or Grandmasters toil a lifetime just for a hundred Dragon and Tiger Pills but never achieve it.

The formula for the Dragon and Tiger Pill was acquired from Golden Crystal and transformed after numerous trials, eventually refined with Ten Realms' materials.

Since the introduction of this pill, the number of Human Race Grandmasters has started to steadily increase.

The Dragon and Tiger Pill is a pill that comprehensively enhances human Qi and blood.

However, the materials required for this pill are rare, and its refinement is difficult; often it's pre-ordered by major forces a year before it is refined.

The Martial Arts Mall places the Dragon and Tiger Pill in the main position purely as a promotional gimmick.

Post-Innate and Grandmaster, the competition for high-level resources in the Ten Realms has become increasingly fierce.

Leaving the Martial Arts Mall, Zhou Leng returned to the Fierce Beast World to make final preparations.

Early the next day, Zhou Leng walked into Ruda's Meditation Room.

This time it was a larger one, almost the size of an indoor basketball court.

Deng Zhijue stood outside the door, while Huang Jingqiu and Wang Boxiong stood ahead of Zhou Leng.

"Are you all ready?"

"Yes."

"First, take out the Promotion Pills and Protective Realm Pills."

This time, the two did not ask if it was enough; last time they had their eyes opened.

Zhou Leng sorted and took out promotion pills from various races.

Pills for the Human Race, Sea Sirens, Demons, Dragon Race, Giants, Beastmen, Dwarves, Demon Spirit Masters, and Fierce Beasts— totaling forty to fifty sets.

Laying them out completely across the floor.

"Are you setting up a stall?" Huang Jingqiu said helplessly, firmly refusing to speak of the envy and admiration overflowing in his mind.

"Why no Tree-man Race's?" asked Wang Boxiong.

"I was injured earlier and consumed a Life Crystal ahead of time," Zhou Leng replied.

"Calling you fat and you've already wheezed? Brother Leng." Wang Boxiong said irritably.

"We don't need such courtesy," Zhou Leng replied calmly.

Wang Boxiong rolled his eyes at Zhou Leng, and Huang Jingqiu laughed heartily.

Wang Boxiong glanced at the ground and said, "Nine Innate Protective Realm Pills, not bad, fully prepared. Have you memorized the Promotion Technique?"

"Memorized."

Wang Boxiong referred to the Blue Star Technique, while Zhou Leng meant the Ancient River Sect's Divine Rune Technique.

The Ancient River Sect's Promotion Technique consists of only four Divine Texts, each word a gem, exquisite and profound.

These days, Zhou Leng focused primarily on these four Divine Texts, already clear and solidified.

"Begin."

With a Protective Realm Pill in his mouth, Zhou Leng sat cross-legged, eyes closed, in his mind, the four Divine Texts slowly rotated.

A gentle Chaotic God Sound erupted from the Divine Texts.

This is a power that only forms when the Divine Texts are cultivated to a certain realm.

If not enough, the Chaotic God Sound is obstructive and disturbing.

But if the realm is sufficient, the Chaotic God Sound feels like a spring breeze, forming a peculiar power, organizing the entire body.

Zhou Leng recently acquired the Stellar Inheritance, and whether it's True Qi, body, Martial Arts Will, or Martial Arts techniques, all have numerous flaws.

Even for the contemporary Martial Saint.

At this moment, the body, will, mind, and martial arts were like a draughty ancient city wall, full of pits and depressions, even cracks.

These Chaotic God Sounds, like cement, gradually smoothing out the pits in the city wall, filling the gaps.

Though only temporarily effective, it's better than nothing.

It can be gradually compensated for later.

Zhou Leng quietly felt the repairs from the Chaotic God Sound.

In martial sense, he could clearly perceive True Qi flowing more smoothly, Qi Blood rushing faster, and the body's structure becoming more solid.

Wang Boxiong and Huang Jingqiu's eyes shone brightly.

They saw waves occasionally flit under Zhou Leng's skin.

As the wave passed, the skin glowed with a luster.

Like jade shining from itself.

"Isn't this True Qi Bathing Body, something only Grandmasters have?" Huang Jingqiu murmured quietly.

"Insufficient strength, more refined in subtle aspects, certainly an Ancient River technique," Wang Boxiong said.

The two quietly watched the waves of muscle continuously emerging on Zhou Leng's body, yet like a breeze blowing over wheat fields, the waves of wheat turning.

Shortly, Zhou Leng's body heated up, skin reddened.

True Qi circulated to the limit.

Inside the Dantian, True Qi gathered into a spherical tide, expanding, contracting, expanding, contracting... endlessly cycling.

Each expansion like the rising tide of Qiantang, roaring like thunder.

Every contraction like bees returning to the hive, buzzing constantly.

Outside the Dantian, clearly sensing a transparent, colorless sphere enveloping the Dantian, firmly locking the power of the True Qi within.

No matter the fluctuations in the Dantian, it always failed to shatter that layer of hindrance.

After a long time, the True Qi in the Dantian scattered limply like crashing against the shoreline.

Simultaneously, an indescribable fatigue spread throughout the body.

The assault failed.

Zhou Leng swallowed the Protective Realm Pill.

The protective elixir enters the stomach, blossoms like a flower, rushes to the area around the dantian, transforms into a strange medicinal power, and safeguards the dantian and the entire body.

"How do you feel?" Wang Boxiong asked.

Zhou Leng described his feeling in detail, saying, "It seems my true qi isn't strong enough to break through that layer of obstruction."

"Remember, that layer of obstruction is also part of you."

"Yes."

Zhou Leng closed his eyes again to regulate his breath. After his true qi recovered, he consumed a second protective elixir and began his second attempt to achieve the innateness.

Ten minutes later, failure.

Zhou Leng remained calm, regulated his breath, consumed the third protective elixir, and made a third attempt.

With each failed attempt, as the elixir's medicinal power slowly dispersed, Zhou Leng's skin became increasingly delicate and bright.

His hair strands appeared like black mirrors, reflecting light.

Even his facial features and temperament underwent subtle changes.

He lost a sense of mundane life and gained a sense of grace and transcendence.

One glance radiates light, as if in the sky, unforgettable for a long time.

Impure air exits, pure air arises.

The postnatal body returns to innate.

After the third failed attempt, Zhou Leng also perceived that his true qi had undergone subtle changes.

It became finer, smoother, and subtly transformed from a mere trickle into a nectar-like liquid, tempting him to savor it.

The fourth, fifth, sixth time...

Zhou Leng consumed the ninth innate protective elixir and began his ninth attempt.

Wang Boxiong and Huang Jingqiu smiled faintly, watching quietly.

Nine protective elixirs equal the human historical record.

Generally speaking, seven protective elixirs guarantee Grandmaster status and the chance to ascend to Martial Saint.

Nine protective elixirs significantly increase the possibility of advancing to Martial Saint.

Back in his day, Huang Jingqiu only managed six protective elixirs, while Wang Boxiong achieved eight.

Just as it was about to conclude, Wang Boxiong said with satisfaction, "I also brought an extra protective elixir. It seems unnecessary now."

As Wang Boxiong's words fell, Zhou Leng opened his eyes.

"Hmm?" Wang Boxiong and Huang Jingqiu stared at Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng said, "Nine attempts failed, I might need more. Do we have more protective elixirs? I was careless..."

Zhou Leng was full of helplessness, originally thinking nine protective elixirs would be enough, but it turned out they weren't.

"We have extras! Don't stop, I'll find some more for you."

Wang Boxiong handed over a protective elixir, looking towards Huang Jingqiu.

Huang Jingqiu said, "Who regularly carries protective elixirs? Each one costs ten million, nobody can afford that."

Wang Boxiong thought for a moment, rushed out of the meditation room, kicked through the corridor's window, jumped downstairs, and glanced back, crouching slightly.

Boom...

The ground cracked. Wang Boxiong rocketed out, near sonic speed, heading straight to the medicine room of the logistics department.

As Wang Boxiong dashed forth, the earth shattered beneath him, roads collapsed.

In the Ruda campus, the continuous roar stretched from the meditation hall all the way to the medicine room.

The nearby students felt as if a demonized fighter jet flew overhead, hurting their ears.

The school's experts all came out to investigate.

Medicine room.

The door split apart, a wild wind swept through.

The medical and logistical personnel responsible for guarding the medicine were frozen in place, staring at the person at the doorway.

Sunlight poured in, and a burly man stood at the entrance.

Everyone recognized this Martial Arts Hall Master and deputy director of the Rucheng Martial Guard Bureau.

"Where are the protective elixirs?"

A logistical staff instinctively reported a code.

Wang Boxiong rushed to that refrigerated medicine cabinet, opened the door, and pulled out a drawer, glancing at it before pulling out forcefully.

With a crack, he pulled the entire drawer out, which was completely filled with protective elixirs, at least thirty of them.

Wang Boxiong held the drawer in one hand and ran out.

The logistical personnel were stunned for a long while.

"What...should we do?"

"We can only call 110 emergency services."

"Emergency services? When the patrol asks what's going on, you tell them the deputy director of the Martial Guard Bureau and Grandmaster Wang Boxiong stole a drawer of medicines?"

"Something feels off."

"Report to the leaders first, let them decide."

Wang Boxiong returned to the meditation room with the drawer full of protective elixirs, unaffected in breath or heart rate.

Soon after, Zhou Leng opened his eyes.

"Still need one more."

Wang Boxiong tossed out a protective elixir, like a visitor at the zoo feeding a black bear carrots.

Zhou Leng consumed the eleventh protective elixir, making another attempt to achieve innateness.

Failure.

The twelfth one.

Halfway through the twelfth attempt, Zhou Leng's body emitted a crisp humming sound, akin to the sound of an insect rapidly flapping its wings.

Wang Boxiong carefully sensed it was coming from the dantian.

The humming continued, gradually strengthening, soon transforming into a sound like the powerful playing of a zither.

It was as if a giant hand was playing Zhou Leng's meridians and true qi.

Initially, only the dantian resonated.

As the true qi spread throughout the body, the meridians followed suit, vibrating and humming incessantly.

Faintly, there was a sense of holiness.

Meridian zither sound.

"Hall Master, have you heard of such a promotion phenomenon?" Huang Jingqiu asked.

Wang Boxiong shook his head.

Then, Zhou Leng's body emitted another sound.

Wang Boxiong listened carefully, it came from the heart.

This time, the sound was unprecedented, like a drumbeat, like a tsunami, a thunderous roar, one after another.

It resounded for a total of thirty-six times.

Heartbeat drum.

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