Chapter 500 - 173: The River-Crossing Art, the Grand Competition Begins

His fist cut through the air with a dull, thunderous roar. The air inside the stone hut whipped into a frenzy under the pressure. The power of his punch was several notches fiercer than before.

He then dispelled the Inner Qi from his right fist and channeled the Inner Qi from the Indestructible True Skill, throwing another punch.

This punch didn’t create a world-shaking roar, but it carried a weighty sense of power. As it struck empty air, it actually produced the faint sound of metal striking stone. The force was dense and solid, seemingly indestructible.

Finally, Yang Jing took a deep breath, drew the two streams of Inner Qi back to his Dantian, and channeled them using the Heart Method of the Mountain-Breaking Seal, a skill focused on offense and killing blows. He made them condense and fuse once more, combining them into a single, even more formidable torrent of Inner Qi.

He immediately threw a punch. With a muffled BOOM, the shockwave swept past, causing the meditation cushion in the corner of the stone hut to actually tremble slightly. An indescribably oppressive power unfurled.

The might of this punch far surpassed the previous two. It held tenacity within its ferocity and stability within its tyrannical power. The two completely different fist intents merged perfectly, erupting with an astonishing might where the whole was greater than the sum of its parts.

A thrill shot through Yang Jing, and he couldn’t help but recall his grueling fight with Fang He.

If he were to face Fang He now, Fang He probably couldn’t even withstand a few of his full-powered punches. There would be absolutely no repeat of their previous long stalemate; he was certain he could crush Fang He completely and swiftly.

Yang Jing slowly ceased his movements, allowing the Inner Qi throughout his body to gently recede into his Dantian. He closed his eyes and focused, carefully sensing the various changes brought about by his breakthrough in the Indestructible True Skill.

This leap in strength made him quite excited, and he felt even more confident and prepared for the upcoming Fushan Grand Competition.

Yang Jing slowly exhaled, calming the excitement in his heart.

A glint appeared in his eyes as a plan formed in his mind. He would go to the Talent Pavilion this afternoon to select a True Skill-level Body Technique.

Thanks to his panel, his cultivation path was different from others who were often trapped by bottlenecks, unable to progress an inch. As long as he was willing to put in the hard work, he could cultivate any martial art to its highest level.

The Mountain-Breaking Seal was his offense, and the Indestructible True Skill was his defense. The two complemented each other perfectly. All he lacked was a True Skill-level Body Technique to significantly boost his speed. Once he patched up this final weakness, his strength would surely ascend to another level.

After all, Raging Wave Legs was only an Inner Strength Level martial art. Even though his Cultivation had reached the Qi Eating Realm and he could still get a slight speed boost from using it, that little bit of help was already becoming negligible in the heat of battle between experts at the same realm.

What Yang Jing desperately needed now was a higher-level, True Skill Body Technique.

He had originally planned to focus all his energy on honing the Indestructible True Skill before the Fushan Grand Competition, hoping to break through to the Qi Eating Realm before it started.

He never expected, however, that Miss Jinlian would send four Bone Marrow Tempering Pills, which boosted his cultivation efficiency several times over. As a result, he had managed to make a solid breakthrough into the Qi Eating Realm with his Indestructible True Skill a full several days ahead of schedule.

This freed up a considerable amount of Yang Jing’s time and energy, enough for him to start cultivating a True Skill-level Body Technique.

Besides, he would have to learn such a martial art sooner or later. Yang Jing was keenly aware of the importance of speed in real combat and had always placed great emphasis on honing his Body Technique.

Over the years, the speed advantage from Raging Wave Legs had played a crucial role in his victories against numerous opponents in life-or-death struggles and matches.

Thus, the thought of finding a highly-regarded, True Skill-level Body Technique had never left Yang Jing’s mind.

Yang Jing sat cross-legged on the meditation cushion, silently pondering the intricacies of selecting a martial art.

He had to find a True Skill-level Body Technique compatible with Raging Wave Legs. Otherwise, the Inner Strength he had accumulated from years of practicing Raging Wave Legs would clash with the Inner Qi generated by the new skill.

At best, this would lead to an unstable foundation and make his future journey on the Martial Dao arduous. At worst, it could trigger a chaotic flow of Inner Qi, resulting in Qi deviation.

At this thought, Yang Jing’s brow furrowed slightly. He had, of course, also thought of a more critical issue—he was running low on silver.

He knew in his heart that if he was going to select a Body Technique, he had to choose one of the highest possible quality. Otherwise, having to relearn one later would be a waste of time and energy; the gain wouldn’t be worth the loss.

But a practical problem lay before him: he had less than 70,000 taels in silver notes and just over 16,000 contribution points left on his Sect Token.

Even if he converted all his silver notes into contribution points, he would have just over 80,000 points in total.

That amount was barely enough to select a Low-grade True Skill, but his target was a Mid-grade True Skill that would be a better match for him.

Yang Jing sighed softly and thought to himself, ’It’s not enough money.’

This was no time for false pride. His top priority was to patch up his weaknesses, so he started wondering who he could borrow some silver from.

The moment the thought of borrowing money entered his head, a gentle and graceful figure immediately came to mind.

’I’ll go see Senior Sister first.’

Since coming to the Xuanzhen Sect, Yang Jing had made a few friends like Lin Ziheng, Liu Rou, Zhang Hengyi, and even the sect’s Senior Sister, Si Jiawen. But the one he was most familiar and closest with was naturally Sun Ningxiang, who had made the arduous journey with him all the way from Yuhe County.

The two of them knew each other inside and out; their bond was far deeper than what he shared with anyone else.