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"Big Brother..." Niu Meng did not expect Wang Yi to be like this, and hurriedly spoke to stop him.
"Good, good, very good." Lin Wanfeng fixed his gaze on Wang Yi and said, "I promise you, three years from now, you and I will have a battle. At that time, I will step on you in front of everyone and let you know that as a Weakling, you have no right to speak."
With that, Lin Wanfeng unsheathed Azure Wind with a clang, tore off a piece of his white sleeve, and said, "If I break this vow, may it be like this clothing." He snorted and walked off the stage.
"Hahaha, kid, you better keep your life for my big brother in these three years. Don't let someone else kill you then," Lin Haojian laughed proudly.
"Hiss."
Below the stage, the surroundings fell silent, only the sound of the wind could be heard.
On the Training Platform, the elders of Kaiyang Sect and Wen Cang Sect exchanged glances, both shocked that an unknown disciple had made such bold claims to challenge Wen Cang Sect's top disciple three years later!
After a long while, this shocking news that could stir up Xiangzhou Prefecture erupted among the crowd.
"What? Three years later he will compete with Senior Brother Lin Wanfeng?"
"Arrogant! It's simply self-humiliation; he's asking for trouble."
"Does he really think he can defeat Senior Brother Lin Wanfeng? Even if he had ten years, it would be impossible!" Le Wu said.
"It seems like we've pushed the rabbit into a corner; it can indeed bite. But a rabbit is still just a rabbit and can never become a fierce beast," Lu Cong remarked.
"Has he gone mad? Although his strength is formidable, defeating Lin Wanfeng is utterly impossible," Lin Chao exclaimed.
"Hmph, such reckless words; isn't he afraid of the wind hurting his tongue?" Wang Zhou sneered.
"Three years later he wants to battle with Lin Wanfeng? Just trying to gain attention," Zhao Shanyu finally came back to his senses from the earlier shock and looked at Wang Yi with a cold smile.
"A madman! He’s simply a living madman. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together; this saying is certainly true," Li Gang thought to himself. At this moment, Wang Yi seemed to him even crazier than Niu Meng.
"Defeating Lin Wanfeng in ten years is absolutely impossible," Fuli said.
"I didn't expect things to develop to this extent," Chu Yixuan said with a bitter smile. Although Wang Yi already possessed the strength to fight against him, it was utterly impossible to compete with Lin Wanfeng, who held the title of the top disciple of Wen Cang Sect. Whether in three years or thirty years, it would be impossible.
"Li Shixiong, look," Xiao Renyi gestured to Li Jianren, who forced a smile and said, "Elder Zhao, given the circumstances, let's postpone the mountain visit for now."
"Alright, as Elder Li suggested," Elder Zhao replied with a smile. His face was full of pride; although the mountain visit did not achieve the desired effect, learning that Lin Wanfeng had defeated Kaiyang Sect's Inner Sect's first disciple, Iron Curtain, brought him immense satisfaction.
Snow!
Heavy snow.
In the back mountain, amidst the forest, snowflakes danced and fell with the wind onto the trees. The treetops were adorned in silver and sparkled brilliantly under the sunlight.
"Bang."
Wang Yi focused his mind, his gaze sharp. He threw a punch, and with a tearing sound, the ancient tree as thick as a washbasin toppled over. The snowflakes that had yet to melt on its trunk began to swirl and dance, turning the air white.
His body moved swiftly; with a step forward, his fists like dragons and tigers unleashed another punch. With a loud crash, another ancient tree fell into the snow, sending snowflakes flying everywhere.
It was now early winter; the air was growing colder as soft snowflakes began to fall. Looking around, the entire world was bathed in silver under the sunlight, dazzlingly bright.
The events of yesterday felt fresh in his mind; just a wave of his hand had left him gasping for breath, unable to muster even a trace of resistance. This was the power of an Earth Spirit Realm Martial Artist.
Humiliation! Utter humiliation!
A man must strive for self-improvement!
Since the master brought me to this world, I, Wang Yi, will become a strong warrior and wash away the humiliation brought upon me by Lin Wanfeng with my fists!
Wang Yi clenched his fists tightly, his gaze sharp enough to pierce through the air. As he threw his iron fist forward, a thunderous roar echoed through the air. The snowflakes falling from above turned into water upon touching his fist's wind and merged into the earth below.
"Ah!"
Wang Yi let out a roar, releasing some of the anger that had built up inside him. The air suddenly filled with a sound like a tsunami, and the Sonic Wave shook the snowflakes on the branches, causing them to tremble and fall.
"Strong! I, Wang Yi, will become a strong person!" Wang Yi clenched his fists and declared loudly, "Lin Wanfeng, just wait for me. Three years from now, I will defeat you!"
Cultivation!
Endless cultivation!
At this moment, there was only one thought in Wang Yi's mind: to cultivate and quickly improve his strength to reach the Eighth Layer.
It was already noon, with the sun hanging high above the treetops. The snowflakes covering the branches began to melt under the dazzling sunlight, dripping down as melted snowwater into the ground, making the originally dry soil damp. The sound of dripping water echoed in his ears like a bright song.
The winter wind whipped the dripping snowwater against his cheeks, sliding down to his chin, cold and biting like a chilling breeze.
A figure continued to move through the forest, breathing heavily like an exhausted old cow running.
Time passed quickly. Wang Yi stopped practicing his punches; he was now drenched in sweat, panting heavily, and his legs felt as heavy as lead, making it extremely difficult to take a step.
Wang Yi glanced around the forest and sat cross-legged on a patch of dry grass. He then took out two bottles of Qi Gathering Pill from his pocket and placed them around him. The damp air infused with melted snowwater immediately filled with a strong medicinal fragrance.
He focused his energy in the Dantian and embraced unity. Wang Yi slowly closed his eyes, allowing his mind to settle while listening to the rustling sounds of the winter wind brushing against the branches.
His Vital Energy began to circulate under his mental guidance, following the Great Cycle, making Wang Yi feel completely refreshed.
After a cup of tea's time had passed, Wang Yi felt that all his energy had reached its peak state. He then began to absorb the Vital Energy from the Qi Gathering Pill.
"Wave."
Dozens of Qi Gathering Pills cracked open almost simultaneously, transforming into pure Vital Energy that flowed into Wang Yi's body, converging into a thick stream of energy. Wang Yi felt as if this Vital Energy was flowing through him like a river, and the comfortable sensation made him involuntarily let out a sound.
Dantian Vital Energy quickly began to rise in this river, and the strength throughout the body also started to increase. Finally, this energy allowed Wang Yi to remain at the Seventh Layer Peak, but he could not advance any further.
"It seems I need to rely on spiritual medicine to break through," Wang Yi opened his bright eyes and said after a moment of contemplation. Now that he was stuck at the Seventh Layer Peak, the only way to quickly break through was to seek the power of spiritual medicine.
Wang Yi leaped up like a carp and walked out of the forest.
The next day, Wang Yi left Kaiyang Sect, riding the Dark Horse gifted by Chu Yixuan to the Iron Curtain Mountains.
The Iron Curtain Mountains were lush with vegetation, but due to the arrival of winter, they were already bare. The ground was covered with a thick layer of yellow leaves, and stepping on them produced a crackling sound as branches broke.
It had not snowed yet, but the air was still somewhat cool, with a gentle breeze brushing against his ears, lifting a strand of hair.
Wang Yi had keen hearing and sight; he could clearly see objects over a hundred meters away.
The Iron Curtain Mountains were merely a mountain range, with the most powerful beasts being only Second-Grade Monsters. However, even so, finding a Second-Grade Monster was quite difficult.
The outer mountains only grew some common herbs that could stop bleeding and heal wounds, but they were not suitable for breaking through to the next realm.
Soon, Wang Yi entered the interior of the mountain range. Along the way, it was calm and quiet; he had only slain a few mid-level first-grade monsters.
It seemed that with winter arriving, the monsters had retreated into their lairs!
The interior of the mountains was overgrown with weeds and dense thorns. Wang Yi took out his Youhan Blade to clear a path.
At this moment, Wang Yi suddenly stopped in his tracks. He gazed ahead and saw two towering peaks reaching into the clouds. Between these two peaks lay a deep mountain path shrouded in mist, gray and indistinct. The visibility was extremely poor; he could barely see thirty meters ahead. The eastern wind rushed in, causing turbulence as if a giant dragon were stirring up trouble in this mountain path.
Wang Yi did not know if he could find spiritual herbs in this path, but he understood that the chances of finding them here would be much greater than in other places. Generally, spiritual herbs that grew in conspicuous locations had already been harvested by warriors; only those growing in perilous areas remained undiscovered.
With that thought, Wang Yi stepped lightly into the mountain path.
The path was deep and obscure, making it hard to see far ahead. The ground was also difficult to traverse—uneven and strewn with loose stones, filled with many pits and hollows. However, having been a Cave Explorer, Wang Yi had traversed all kinds of roads before. Thus, what seemed like an extremely difficult mountain path to others became remarkably smooth under his feet; walking felt as easy as walking on flat ground, and he moved swiftly like flying.
Wang Yi walked while scanning the cliffs on both sides, not missing any potential spots where spiritual herbs might grow.
"Crystal Lotus Grass." Wang Yi's gaze suddenly stopped at a high ground. He pushed off with his feet and reached out, grabbing a herb with snow-white leaves.
Wang Yi's expression showed a rare disappointment; this Crystal Lotus Grass was only a few years old and did not meet his requirements. Reluctantly, he tossed it aside and continued on his way.
Next, Wang Yi found another couple of herbs that were less than ten years old.
At this moment, the mountain path ahead suddenly opened up, and the view gradually became clearer. A stretch of forest appeared before him, and the sun at the peak cast a gentle light, making the gray mountain path much brighter.
Wang Yi remained vigilant, observing carefully as he cautiously entered the forest.
Suddenly, a beastly roar echoed from ahead. Wang Yi felt as if the ground was trembling beneath him; his raised foot halted mid-air as he strained to listen, faint sounds of thumping reached his ears from nearby.
Then another beastly roar came, shaking Wang Yi's eardrums as if some monstrous creature was engaged in a fierce battle.
Wang Yi's eyes shifted as he decided to investigate, heading toward the source of the sound.
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