Chapter 6: Magical Powers

"Zhang Loach?"

Zhang Qian's face turned dark. This nickname was what his original body was called in the Mangcang Sword Sect. Because the spiritual power he manifested was a loach, others called him Zhang Loach, and he became the laughing stock of the Mangcang Sword Sect.

Holding back his anger, Zhang Qian said calmly, "I am Zhang Qian, not some loach. What is your name, Junior Brother?"

"Bah! How can you, a little loach, be qualified to call me Junior Brother? I am now at the level of magical power and the true disciple of the sect, so you have to call me Senior Brother. My name is Qiao Jinning, you can just call me Senior Brother Qiao, where is your spiritual power, please show it to me, I have never seen you before even though I call you Zhang Loach."

Zhang Qian was even angrier, but he did not flare up. The child's name was Qiao Jinning, and Zhang Qian had heard of him. He was the famous Jinning boy from the Mangcang Sword Sect, and some people called him the Jinning Fairy Boy. He had a strong aptitude, and it was said that the inspiration he showed was an innate spiritual root.

"Brother Qiao, you must be joking. My ideas are poor, so let's not talk about them. Let's talk about the incense beads."

Zhang Qian had already removed the River God's talisman that was suppressing his spiritual inspiration. How could he manifest his spiritual inspiration and allow Qiao Jinning to discover any clues?

However, Qiao Jinning refused to give in and shouted rudely, "No, stop talking nonsense. I want to see it. Hurry up and show yourself to me, or I will activate the River God Talisman and make you suffer!"

Zhang Qian's eyes rolled, a hidden fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he smiled.

"Well, do you really want to see it, Brother?"

"Hurry up!"

Zhang Qian's smile faded, and with a thought, a golden ancient dragon loach about a foot long appeared above his head.

"Hahaha, it really is a loach! Oh... no, where is the River God Talisman that wrapped your spiritual power? Who removed it for you? Have you colluded with the Peach God Cult?" Qiao Jinning's face changed, and after laughing, he reacted. He glanced around and asked in confusion, "Also, how come your loach spiritual power turned golden? I remember that your spiritual power was originally of a low-grade level, but now it has turned golden. Not to mention, it looks like this grade is at least innate. Interesting, tell me! Did you get some treasure!"

As Zhang Qian is the river god, his spiritual power is usually wrapped and suppressed by the river god talisman. Now that Zhang Qian's spiritual power has manifested, there is no trace of the river god talisman at all!

Moreover, he could tell at a glance that Zhang Qian's golden loach was extraordinary, and its spiritual inspiration level was even slightly higher than his own!

Seeing this, Qiao Jinning activated his magical powers and stared at Zhang Qian, as if he was going to take action the next moment.

"How is this possible? Who removed the River God Talisman from him? Could it be that he really colluded with the Peach God Cult? Also, before I came here, I clearly heard that Zhang Qian's spiritual power was a gray-black loach, which was extremely inferior. What's going on now? Could it be that he got some rare treasure that can improve the quality of his spiritual power?"

Qiao Jinning stared at Zhang Qian with a hint of doubt in his heart, greed in his eyes, mixed with a hint of murderous intent.

Zhang Qian came to the shell throne and sat down leisurely. The moment the inspiration came to him, Zhang Qian had made a plan. He did not answer Qiao Jinning's question at all, but said to himself: "Brother Qiao, please, don't you think it's too late for you to react now? Some time ago, the Peach God Sect Leader personally took action to remove the River God Talisman from the depths of my soul. Now I am a free man and no longer a slave of the Mangcang Sword Sect. Originally, you spoke to me in a nice way, and I was going to let you go, but now you should stay!"

"Ridiculous! You really don't know what you can do. Even if you exorcise the River God's Talisman, what does it matter? You are looking for death!"

Qiao Jinning smiled coldly, and as soon as he thought of it, a golden bell appeared in his hand, and there were bursts of illusory sound waves flashing around the bell. This was Qiao Jinning's protective magic weapon, the Guiyin Mixin Bell, which was refined by an elder of the Mangcang Sword Sect. There were ten prohibitions in it. It only lacked two prohibitions to become a top-notch magic weapon, which was quite impressive.

Ding ding ding...!
Qiao Jinning shook the bell vigorously, and a series of visible sound wave ripples emerged, instantly flooding the entire water palace.

Zhang Qian remained motionless. With his knowledge, he knew the general function of the bell at the first sight. He did not even try to hide, allowing the sound of the bell to overwhelm him.

The eerie sound bewitching bell has the magical effect of shocking the enemy's soul, but unfortunately Zhang Qian's mind is now so powerful that the sound of the bell cannot shake his strong mind at all.

"How can it be!"

Qiao Jinning frantically shook the eerie sound bewitching bell, and was extremely shocked when he saw Zhang Qian just looking at him with a smile.

"Brother, your bell sounds really nice. If you have any tricks, use them quickly, or you won't have a chance soon."

"you……!"

Qiao Jinning was furious. He raised his hand and with a bang, a blue bolt of lightning struck Zhang Qian straight away.

"Hey, is this palm thunder? It's useless. Your palm thunder is too weak." While muttering to himself, Zhang Qian pointed his finger and a strange water vortex appeared, blocking the thunder directly. The vortex spun rapidly, and it incredibly ground the thunder into dense lightning sparks, and finally even the sparks disappeared.

In the ancient world, Zhang Qian had seen many thunder tribulations. Those were heavenly tribulations in the ancient world. They were so terrifying. Compared with heavenly tribulations, the thunder struck by Qiao Jinning was like a joke.

Boom boom boom...!
Qiao Jinning's eyes were bloodshot and he was furious. He mobilized his magic power and raised both hands. Dense thunder enveloped Zhang Qian's body.

"I've already told you it's useless, why don't you listen?"

Zhang Qian did not move at all, just pointed his fingers randomly, still using the common water magic to manifest a shimmering spherical light shield, covering himself. Above the light shield, tiny water whirlpools rose up, catching all the thunder. These whirlpools spun rapidly, easily obliterating the thunder shot by Qiao Jinning.

"Impossible! This is a water spell, how can it block my palm lightning? I don't believe it!"

Zhang Qian sneered and thought to himself: If you could gain the insight of a Golden Immortal, you would be able to perform a simple water magic trick very well.

"Okay, you've had enough fun, just lie down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Qian took a light step, and without any movement, he appeared in front of Qiao Jinning in an instant. He gently extended his finger and tapped Qiao Jinning's forehead.

hum!
A flash of ochre light passed by, and Qiao Jinning was horrified to find that his body from the neck down had turned directly into gray stone!
when!
Zhang Qian snapped his fingers and directly sent Qiao Jinning, whose body had turned into stone, flying out and landing heavily in the courtyard of the Water Mansion.

Now that Zhang Qian has changed his bloodline and restored his body to that of the ancient dragon loach, he can also use some of the ancient dragon loach's innate magical powers. Just now, he took a step and came in front of Qiao Jinning, which was clearly the use of the shrinking technique, and he stretched out his finger and turned Qiao Jinning's body into stone, which was also a petrification technique.

These two magical powers were nothing to Zhang Qian, but they were too much of a shock to Qiao Jinning. He was now lying on the ground, with only his head able to move. He looked at Zhang Qian in disbelief, muttering to himself blankly: "This is a magical power, how could you have a magical power? Your realm is clearly only the initial stage of spiritual power!"

The cultivators in the Xihuang world can also cultivate supernatural powers, but in order to do so they need a strong foundation of cultivation. In the Zhenyuan realm, cultivators can practice a wonderful method, and when they reach the Jindan realm, the wonderful method can be transformed into an acquired supernatural power, and the power becomes enormous. Each acquired supernatural power has nine levels. If you want to cultivate an acquired supernatural power to the ninth level of perfection, you can forget about it without reaching the Yuanshen realm. Even if you have cultivated the immortal power of the Yuanshen, there are very few who can cultivate a supernatural power to the ninth level of perfection.

After completing the ninth level of acquired supernatural power, if there is an opportunity, this supernatural power can be transformed into an earth-shaking innate supernatural power. Unfortunately, the innate supernatural power is just a legend, and no one has ever seen it.

Zhang Qian was clearly only at the initial stage of spiritual inspiration, still far from the true essence stage, but he was able to use two magical powers with ease.

Unfortunately, Qiao Jinning didn't know that the reason why Zhang Qian was able to do this was nothing else but because Zhang Qian could freely transform between the ancient dragon loach and the human body, and he could easily use the ancient dragon loach's innate magical powers.

Innate supernatural powers are different. The demons in the Xihuang world all have innate supernatural powers. The cultivation of innate supernatural powers is no different from the cultivation of immortals. The demons can barely use their innate supernatural powers by practicing and refining demon essence. Once they form demon pills, the power of their innate supernatural powers will greatly increase.

In his previous life, Zhang Qian already had a very clear understanding of the water and soil powers of his ancient dragon loach body. Now, when he puts it into use, the power is extraordinary. However, the power is not very high and can only deal with Qiao Jinning who is in the early stage of magic power. If he encounters a cultivator in the late stage of magic power, Zhang Qian will be at a loss.

jingle!

Reaching out and grabbing the eerie sound bewitching bell from Qiao Jinning's hand, Zhang Qian took a look at it, then put it in his arms with a smile.

"Yes, it's a good thing. What other treasures do you have? Hey, this small bag is a storage bag, right?"

Reaching out and taking a storage bag that looked like a brocade bag from Qiao Jinning's waist, Zhang Qian had an idea, and his powerful mind directly dispelled Qiao Jinning's spiritual consciousness attached to the bag and opened the storage bag.

Qiao Jinning was extremely angry, but there was nothing he could do. He could only watch Zhang Qian put the things in his storage bag one by one, and finally hung the storage bag around his waist.

"Why? Are you not convinced?"

Seeing Qiao Jinning staring at him ferociously, Zhang Qian didn't care at all. He looked at Qiao Jinning with a smile and said softly, "You are a true disciple of the Mangcang Sword Sect, but you didn't use sword skills when fighting with me, but used palm thunder. I wanted to see what's so powerful about the sword skills in this world."

Zhang Qian seemed a little regretful. The Mangcang Sword Sect was a sword sect and most of the disciples were sword practitioners. They usually trained flying swords and sacrificed sword pills and had many sword techniques. Unfortunately, Qiao Jinning was unique and did not use any sword techniques at all.

After hearing what Zhang Qian said, Qiao Jinning blushed. It was not that he did not want to use sword techniques, but that he was not interested in sword techniques at all, and he had not practiced any sword techniques. He was able to cultivate to the realm of magic power at the age of fourteen or fifteen, and he was already seizing every minute and every second to practice. How could he have the time to practice sword techniques? Even this palm thunder was forced upon him by his master, and its power was mediocre.

(End of this chapter)