Chapter 677 - 229: Senior Brother Qin, Dare to Make Another Bet?

「Two days later.」

The morning sun shone brightly on the Training Room area, located halfway up Lingxi Peak.

Yang Jing presented his Token at the Affairs Department and once again rented Training Room B-3 for a day.

After paying one thousand contribution points, he pushed the door open and walked straight in. The heavy stone door slowly closed behind him.

Just then, a tall, elegant figure approached from the end of the mountain path. Her gaze fell gently on Yang Jing’s back as he disappeared behind the stone door. It was none other than the Senior Sister of Lingxi Peak, Si Jiawen.

Along the way, Inner Sect Disciples who saw her bowed in greeting one after another.

Si Jiawen, however, only gave them a distracted nod. Her clear eyes remained fixed on the tightly shut stone door of Training Room B-3, a trace of unconcealable curiosity in her expression.

’Over the past few days, Master has been summoning Yang Jing frequently,’ she mused to herself. ’Sometimes, I even see him rushing to Lingxi Hall in the middle of the night.’

’In the past, Master never kept any arrangements or instructions from me.’

’But now, I have no idea what she’s telling him or teaching him during these private, late-night summons.’

’It’s not that I’m suspicious, but this sudden secrecy makes it impossible for me to contain my curiosity. What on earth could have happened to make Master place such importance on it, to the point of even avoiding me?’

As these thoughts turned over in her mind, Si Jiawen, under the awed and envious gazes of the surrounding disciples, lifted her foot and walked straight into one of the A-grade Training Rooms, which were open only to the top core disciples.

Meanwhile, Yang Jing was completely unaware of the eyes on him.

After entering Training Room B-3, he shut the door tightly behind him, closing off all the noise from outside.

The room was still filled with the faint scent of Exotic Beast Musk. The gentle aroma was perfect for cultivation.

He walked to a corner of the Training Room, where a small stone table and a cattail cushion were placed.

Yang Jing casually took off his outer robe and draped it neatly over the edge of the stone table, revealing the tight-fitting black training clothes underneath. His posture was upright, his aura steady.

Then, he strode to the center of the Training Room, stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, closed his eyes, and focused his mind. He slowly regulated his breathing, calming his thoughts bit by bit to prepare for the training ahead.

In just a moment, Yang Jing had entered his zone.

His eyes narrowed, and the aura around him suddenly grew stern. He immediately circulated his Heart Method and began practicing the Mountain-Breaking Seal.

Instantly, the Training Room was filled with the whistle of his fists and the surge of Qi Force.

Following the path his master, Bai Bing, had shown him, Yang Jing’s fist techniques were primarily fierce and powerful, supplemented by gentle force. Each punch carried a domineering momentum, as if it could shatter mountains and split stone, yet a trace of fluid agility was hidden within his transitions and changes in form.

His figure moved swiftly around the room. As his fists rose and fell, his Inner Qi condensed into a faint white glow at his knuckles, striking the empty air with a dull, tearing sound.

The opening stance of the Mountain-Breaking Seal was as heavy as Mount Tai. When he threw a punch from a lunge, power generated from his waist and abdomen flowed from the ground up, all of it pouring into his fist with unparalleled ferocity.

When he spun to counterattack, his footwork was nimble. He redirected force with his own, using gentle power to neutralize an imaginary attack before striking out once more with unyielding strength.

Each and every move was no longer a simple balance of hard and soft, but rather used ferocity as its bones and gentle force as its veins. Its power had soared.

Inner Qi surged endlessly through his meridians. Each circulation was smoother and more condensed than the last, fully leveraging the advantages of the Qi Absorption Realm.

An hour passed in a flash. Yang Jing abruptly retracted his fist and sank his Inner Qi into his Dantian. The churning Inner Qi around him slowly calmed.

He panted slightly, a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead, but his eyes were bright. He stood silently, internalizing every subtle improvement from his training session and feeling the increasingly masterful and domineering fist intent of the Mountain-Breaking Seal.

With a thought, Yang Jing called up the panel, and the progress of his various martial arts was displayed clearly before his eyes—

[Mountain-Breaking Seal: Major Accomplishment (88/5000)]

[Indestructible True Skill: Second Layer, Minor Accomplishment (1065/2000)]

[Hengjiang Du: Minor Accomplishment (722/2000)]

After breaking through to the Qi Absorption Realm, his Mountain-Breaking Seal was still improving steadily. At the same time, he had shifted much of his focus to the Indestructible True Skill, which was now also progressing by leaps and bounds.

After a short rest to regulate his breathing, Yang Jing didn’t pause, immediately switching to practicing the Indestructible True Skill.

He bent his knees slightly, sank his waist, and sat into his stance. The first movement was the Bear Squat.

His form was as steady as an ancient bear, unmoving as a mountain. His Inner Qi slowly sank into his Dantian, nourishing his internal organs.

Immediately after, his body unfolded into the Eagle Soar. He extended his arms like a great eagle spreading its wings, his Inner Qi rising to flow through his shoulders, neck, and limbs.

Then came the ferocity of the Tiger Pounce, the agility of the Ape Climb, the stability of the Crane Stand, the lightness of the Deer Run... One by one, he performed the movements that were already etched into his very bones.

The Indestructible True Skill focused on tempering the physical body, strengthening the muscles and bones, and cultivating both internally and externally. The movements seemed simple and archaic, but they secretly aligned with the principles of the Martial Dao.

Every posture engaged all the meridians and muscles in his body, keeping his physical form in a constant state of refinement.

Yang Jing’s Cultivation was now at the Qi Absorption Realm. His mind, perception, and control over his Inner Qi far surpassed what they once were.

Looking back to cultivate the Indestructible True Skill, which was still at the Qi Eating Realm, was now effortless—so easy it was beyond imagination.

His plan was to use his higher Qi Absorption Realm cultivation to retroactively drive the breakthrough of his Qi Eating Realm techniques. He would push both the Indestructible True Skill and Hengjiang Du to the Qi Absorption Realm in the shortest possible time.

With all three techniques at the same realm, his strength would skyrocket. Afterward, he would return to focusing on the peerlessly offensive Mountain-Breaking Seal and advance by leaps and bounds.

Another hour passed. Yang Jing slowly concluded his practice. His muscles were slightly swollen, yet they exuded a sense of solidity that came from being thoroughly tempered.