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"No." Wang Yi's gaze flickered as he asked, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing." Lin Chao replied after a moment of contemplation, lowering his head.
Wang Yi felt a slight doubt in his heart, always sensing that Lin Chao's words had deeper meaning. However, he was not as blunt as Niu Meng.
Time passed quickly, and over the past few days, Wang Yi had refined the Vital Energy within his flesh and blood more than ten times, making the Vital Energy even more refined and his flesh increasingly tough, capable of breaking stones.
Taking this opportunity, he also grasped the principles of the Crimson Sun Blade Technique. Although it was only a Second-Rank Martial Technique, it was significantly stronger than ordinary Second-Rank Martial Techniques. Moreover, mastering blade techniques was not as easy as learning fist and foot techniques.
The blade is the king of all weapons!
Blade techniques are among the easiest Martial Arts to learn; even ordinary people can wield a knife. The most basic blade moves are chopping, slashing, and slicing, with various complex techniques evolving from these three basics. However, achieving mastery in blade techniques to the point where everything can be treated as a blade is extremely difficult.
The Crimson Sun Blade Technique consists of three forms: Breaking Flow, Zongheng, and Refining Fire.
Although these three forms are quite simple, Wang Yi discovered that they were not so straightforward upon careful study.
The first form, "Breaking Flow," emphasizes softness. It is akin to trying to cut flowing water with a knife; drawing the knife away only allows the water to continue flowing. This is clearly impossible.
Water is the softest and most easily destroyed substance in the world.
The second form, "Zongheng," emphasizes strength, using power to destroy everything in existence. In the face of absolute strength, any softness becomes illusory.
The third form, "Refining Fire," is where the true essence of the Crimson Sun Blade Technique lies. The term "Crimson Sun" inherently contains both softness and strength. Fire represents absolute destructive power in the world but has one flaw: it is extinguished by water. Therefore, for flames to burn endlessly, one must achieve a balance of hardness and softness; only by complementing each other can one unleash the true power of "Refining Fire"!
After comprehending the Crimson Sun Blade Technique, Wang Yi gained new insights into the three foundational martial arts.
Nine Section Free Fighting embodies the path of strength; Winding Hand embodies the path of defense; Pushing Cloud Palm embodies the path of softness; while the Crimson Sun Blade Technique encompasses both hardness and softness. Wang Yi suddenly felt as if clouds had parted to reveal clear skies; he even speculated that the Kaiyang Sect's martial arts were based on this balance of hardness and softness!
At that moment, a rumbling sound suddenly echoed as the stone door slowly rose. A figure appeared outside the stone door accompanied by a red glow—none other than Shi Qian!
"Hahaha! Bastard! Stone! Why are you so punctual this time?" Bull Mighty Tiger exclaimed as he opened his eyes while sitting on the ground and leaped up with a hearty laugh.
"What's wrong? Aren't you happy to be going out? Or would you prefer to stay here a bit longer?" Shi Qian said with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"Bastard, come on, there's nothing good to stay in this hellhole for," Niu Meng retorted with a laugh.
"Big brother, I'm heading out!" Niu Meng shouted back.
"Alright, just remember to stay calm if you run into any trouble out there," Wang Yi said, somewhat worried about Niu Meng's impulsiveness.
Niu Meng scratched his head and shot a glare at Hou Cheng, who was standing outside the door. "Bastard, you better take good care of my big brother, got it?"
"Don't worry. How long are you going to keep this up?" Hou Cheng replied with a wry smile.
With a rumbling sound, the stone door closed again, leaving Wang Yi alone in the vast Cave. It was eerily silent; one could hear a pin drop.
Wang Yi collected his thoughts and sat cross-legged on the ground, his expression calm as his Vital Energy surged through his body like warm currents flowing along his meridians.
Once his Vital Energy reached its peak state, Wang Yi took out a bottle of Qi Gathering Pill from his Storage Bag and devoured it like candy.
The Qi Gathering Pill dissolved instantly, transforming into strands of refined Vital Energy that flowed down his throat and coalesced into a powerful force circulating through his meridians, repeatedly refining his flesh and tendons. It felt as though he were soaking in a hot spring, making Wang Yi let out a satisfied hum.
Time passed slowly; it was hard to tell how long had gone by. Wang Yi remained motionless, like a statue.
The sun shone brightly on the mountains, the sky clear without a cloud in sight. The mountain air was refreshing, filled with lush vegetation and the harmonious sounds of insects and birds that resembled a melodious song.
At that moment, a figure leaped out from the woods along the mountain path, blocking the way of Niu Meng and his companion.
"Greetings, Brother Niu," said the person, who appeared to be around seventeen or eighteen years old and wore white clothing that indicated his identity.
"Bastard, who are you?" Niu Meng shouted angrily. Although this person was also a disciple of Kaiyang Sect, Niu Meng had never seen him before.
"Are you one of Zhao Shanyu's people?" Lin Chao asked with a frown.
"Who I am is not important. What matters is that Brother Niu should know why your big brother was imprisoned in Purgatory Cave," the White-Clad Youth replied cryptically.
Hearing this, Lin Chao's heart skipped a beat, but he heard Niu Meng angrily say, "Is it that bastard egg?"
"Li Gang." The White-Clad Youth finished speaking and disappeared into the forest in a leap.
"Bastard egg!"
Niu Meng let out an angry roar, stepping forward and leaving Lin Chao far behind.
"Niu Meng." Lin Chao thought it was bad and immediately chased after him.
In the Purgatory Cave.
Wang Yi sat cross-legged on the ground, motionless like a statue, his breath long and steady, the surroundings silent.
The beautiful light reflected on his cheeks, giving him a heroic and bold appearance, as if coated in a layer of flame, exuding an indescribable aura.
It was unclear how much time had passed, yet Wang Yi showed no signs of waking up; even his breathing was barely audible. This was a crucial moment for him as he advanced towards the fifth level.
Time flowed like water, the cave remained calm, while the Kaiyang Sect grew increasingly lively. Niu Meng had taken Wang Yi's place to challenge Wang Zhou, and the news spread quickly; even some disciples from the Inner Sect heard about it. They all subtly mocked Niu Meng's eagerness, knowing full well that a match between someone at the fourth level and someone at the fifth level held no suspense, but everyone was eager to watch the spectacle.
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