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Gathering the fifty-seven thousand High-Quality Origin Stones and over a million Medium-Grade Origin Stones obtained from the four of Emperor Shishi, this was indeed a substantial amount. It is worth noting that the Kaiyang Sect only accumulates around a million Medium-Grade Origin Stones in a year, which gives an idea of the immense wealth Wang Yi possessed.
After some contemplation, Wang Yi decided that after the grand ceremony, he would give his unused Fifth-Rank Martial Technique and Sixth-Rank Martial Arts Technique to Zhao Ruixue for auction. This way, he could also create some buzz for the Yunlong Chamber of Commerce.
Having made up his mind, Wang Yi began practicing the Nine Flames Dragon Technique, advancing to the third layer.
Currently, the Slaughter Sword Technique was Wang Yi's trump card; he would not use it unless absolutely necessary. After all, the Slaughter Sword Technique was incredibly powerful and could not be compared to Seventh or Eighth-Rank Martial Arts. The Nine Flames Dragon Technique, Ninety Earth Spear Technique, Blood Shadow Divine Art, Fengyun Sword Technique, and Netherworld Technique were sufficient to deal with ordinary enemies.
Soon after, Wang Yi had cultivated the Nine Flames Dragon Technique to the third layer, allowing him to conjure three fire dragons to fight. He also mastered the four other Martial Arts techniques with ease.
The next morning was clear with a gentle breeze.
Wang Yi gazed into the distance, his body flickering as he transformed into a red streak of light heading towards Xiangcheng.
After his breakthrough, Wang Yi felt his flying speed had significantly increased as he broke through the clouds, his clothes billowing in the wind.
While Wang Yi was speeding along, his expression suddenly changed. He looked ahead and saw a beam of light approaching rapidly. In an instant, a tall young man dressed in white appeared before him, exuding a fierce killing intent. His gaze was dark and menacing, resembling a beast ready to devour its prey.
"Wang Yi, return my father's life!" The White-Clad Youth glared at Wang Yi with intense hatred. His face twisted as he swung his long sword, unleashing an Azure Sword Qi that surged toward Wang Yi's throat like a raging river. "If I Zhou Chaojian do not kill you today, I am unworthy to be called a son."
Upon hearing this, Wang Yi remained expressionless on the surface; however, turmoil surged within him. Zhou Chaojian's strength was not particularly frightening—merely at Xuanjing Eightfold—but behind him loomed a colossal force: Canglan Sect, one of the three major powers of Song Kingdom. He was indeed a core disciple of Canglan Sect.
Yet there was no hesitation in his actions. With a swift motion of his hand, a powerful gust of wind erupted forth, tearing apart Zhou Chaojian's sword energy into fragments.
"Zhou Chaojian, considering you are a disciple of Canglan Sect, I will spare your life. Leave quickly!" Wang Yi said coldly while calculating rapidly in his mind. It would be easy to kill Zhou Chaojian; however, doing so would likely plunge him back into a life on the run and potentially put Kaiyang Sect in danger because of him.
"Not a chance! Wang Yi, prepare to die!" Zhou Chaojian roared fiercely as he leaped high into the air with his sword raised high above him and slashed down with tremendous force.
"Hmph." Wang Yi scoffed coldly. "Stubborn fool; you deserve to die!" With that, he slightly raised his right hand and transformed it into a blade before gently slicing downward. A startling sword qi over ten feet long swept out with a whoosh. In an instant, Zhou Chaojian's body was cleaved in two, showering blood as he fell from the sky.
Since Wang Yi cultivated the Slaughter Sword Technique, he has become increasingly decisive in killing. Since Zhou Chaojian is seeking his own death, he cannot blame anyone else. As for the Canglan Sect...
"Hmph, what of the Canglan Sect? Just give me time, and the entire Song Kingdom will be under my feet." Wang Yi snorted coldly, his expression serious.
Xiangcheng, Yunlong Chamber of Commerce.
In a private chamber.
Zhao Ruixue's hair flowed down like a waterfall, her eyebrows resembling distant mountains. Her beautiful eyes were dreamlike, with a delicate nose and slightly flushed cheeks. Her red lips were like cherry blossoms, and her unadorned face was as clear as jade, with skin as smooth as snow. She had a graceful figure that could captivate any heart.
However, on her stunning face was a hint of worry. Her jade hands kept twisting the fabric of her Lotus Robe, as if waiting for something.
"Sister, the news has been confirmed; Young Master Wang has returned. The head of Wen Cang Sect, Yunhe, and the current Prime Minister, Zhou Mengling, have both died at his hands," a maid rushed in and said respectfully.
"Ah!" Zhao Ruixue was taken aback, covering her mouth with her hand and softly exclaiming, "He has already become a Breakthrough expert?"
"You are indeed clever; Young Master Wang is now a Breakthrough expert," the maid replied.
"You may leave now," Zhao Ruixue said, revealing a beautiful smile on her jade face as she waved her hand.
"Yes," the maid replied respectfully and exited the room.
Zhao Ruixue slowly stood up, her graceful figure accentuated by the Lotus Robe, making her look extraordinarily beautiful.
The cool moonlight fell upon her skin, which was as white as fine jade, pure and beautiful like an otherworldly fairy, making one dare not to desecrate her presence.
"You have finally fulfilled your promise; what about me?" Zhao Ruixue's clear eyes sparkled like a crystal spring as she gazed at the brilliant starry sky, a hint of nostalgia appearing on her exquisite face.
“Xue Er, I will come back.”
At that moment, a voice full of affection rang in the beautiful woman's ears.
“Wang Yi.” Zhao Ruixue looked at Wang Yi in the night sky, her jade-like face filled with surprise, and then blushed, making her look intoxicating.
“Xue Er, I have arrived.” Wang Yi gazed at the Jade Beauty before him, her skin as smooth as cream, her beautiful eyes captivating and seemingly able to speak, enchanting the heart. Her jade cheeks were rosy, her red lips like cherry blossoms, exhaling like orchids, dreamlike and ethereal. Her slender waist was delicate and alluring, with graceful curves that made Wang Yi's mouth dry.
“You...” Zhao Ruixue felt shy under Wang Yi's gaze, her heart racing like a startled deer, unable to lift her head.
Wang Yi smiled lightly, and in the next moment appeared beside Zhao Ruixue, embracing her for a gentle kiss.
“Oh.” Zhao Ruixue suddenly let out a soft moan, and her face instantly burned with embarrassment.
Hearing the moan, Wang Yi could no longer resist and lifted the beauty into his arms, walking towards the bed.
“Xue Er, is there someone in your room?”
At that moment, an elderly voice suddenly sounded.
The old voice was like a bucket of cold water poured over the burning Wang Yi and Zhao Ruixue, instantly waking them up.
“Xue Er, I...” Wang Yi looked into her pool-like beautiful eyes, speechless.
“It’s all your fault.” Zhao Ruixue covered her face in embarrassment and hurriedly broke free from Wang Yi's embrace.
“Xue Er, I have something to discuss with you,” the elderly voice echoed again as the door creaked open.
"Don't..." Zhao Ruixue panicked, but she heard Wang Yi softly say, "I'll go first." With that, he gently kissed her cheek and then vanished from the room.
"Xue Er, are you alright?" The one who entered was the Zhao Family Grand Elder. He glanced around the room and noticed Zhao Ruixue's flushed cheeks, asking curiously, "Xue Er, what happened? Was there someone in your room just now?"
"No... no one." Zhao Ruixue hurriedly tidied her slightly disheveled hair and calmly replied, "I wonder what brings you here at this late hour, Grand Elder?"
"Oh." The Grand Elder responded upon confirming that there was indeed no one else in the room. He continued, "The Wen Cang Sect has been destroyed, and the Kaiyang Sect is now the sole power in Xiangzhou Prefecture. Three days from now, the Kaiyang Sect will hold its founding ceremony. Your uncle believes that our Zhao Family, as one of the Three Great Families of Xiangzhou Prefecture, should attend to avoid unnecessary trouble."
"Mm." Zhao Ruixue's beautiful eyes brightened, and she nodded in agreement, saying, "Then let your uncle handle this matter."
In the night sky.
"Damn that old hag for ruining my good plans," Wang Yi said angrily. With that, he suddenly increased his speed and headed towards the Kaiyang Sect.
Before long, Wang Yi returned to the Kaiyang Sect.
"The Transforming Cloud Palm possesses three marvelous powers: Suction, Stagnation Force, and Gravity. However, for me now, it is useless. I cannot rely on it to fight," Wang Yi sat cross-legged on his bed, his mind calm as water. Currently, the lowest rank of martial arts he practiced was Seventh-Rank Martial Arts Technique, while the Transforming Cloud Palm was merely Third-Rank Martial Arts. Although it contained three profound powers, it had become a redundant existence for Wang Yi—tasteless to consume yet a pity to discard.
Thus, Wang Yi wanted to comprehend the Transforming Cloud Palm once more to see if he could create subsequent palm techniques that would enhance its three profound powers.
The Transforming Cloud Palm utilizes Vital Energy to manipulate airflow into one's own use, generating vortex power to slow down an opponent's speed. So what comes next?
Pushing clouds, manipulating clouds, transforming clouds...
Unbeknownst to him, Wang Yi closed his eyes and entered a state of comprehension, touching upon the profound trajectories of martial arts.
A mysterious power began to awaken within Wang Yi...
It is unclear how much time has passed.
Suddenly, Wang Yi opened his eyes wide, his body moved, and he dashed out. With both palms spread open, he stepped forward in a series of quick movements. Following his thoughts, he waved his right palm, instantly generating a faint Gale. With a light sweep of his left palm, a white vortex several feet in diameter formed in the air, from which a weak Suction emanated.
Bang!
As his palms came together, the Gale and the white vortex immediately merged into one. Then, a larger white vortex appeared before Wang Yi, and he felt three mysterious forces—Suction, Stagnation Force, and gravity—arising within the white vortex.
Transform!
As Wang Yi gently uttered a word, a marvelous scene unfolded.
The white vortex instantly transformed into a white longsword, then into a Pudao, and finally into a spear...
As Wang Yi became more adept at controlling the white vortex, he was able to transform it into various types of weapons.
Cloud Manipulation Palm!
Wang Yi shouted lightly and struck out with his palm. The white vortex immediately transformed into a longsword, which he held in his hand. With a gentle swing, the surrounding air currents converged around the white sword, generating a terrifying Suction that created a vacuum zone around him. At the same time, the weight of the air suddenly intensified as if it were filled with lead.
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