I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

Chapter 554 - 458: Incoming Enemy

Qingshi County, in the western corner, a Martial Arts Arena covering a hundred acres, currently exudes subtle Primordial Qi fluctuations.

The ground, compacted with yellow earth, bears footprints of varying depths, dust swirling wildly along with the agile and robust figure.

Wang Qi is shirtless, every inch of muscle tied in knots, pulsating with the display of his punches, seemingly harboring the force to shatter mountains and split stones.

His punches are extremely heavy, the punch line emits a low "woo woo" roar as it cuts through the air, while the ground shakes and cracks slightly when he lands, leaving shallow dents.

"Ha!"

A loud shout rolls out from his throat, the punch suddenly accelerates, directly aimed at the void ahead, with the force sweeping, severing an iron post several feet away.

About ten feet behind him, Zhou stands with hands behind his back in a blue-gray robe, completely motionless, as if isolated from the surrounding strong winds.

His gaze indifferent, eyes locking onto Wang Qi’s every move like an eagle, occasionally frowning slightly, coldly offering guidance:

"The punches are too scattered, the Martial Artist Path originates power from the roots, force emitted from the spine, combining Primordial Qi to release, though your punch seems fierce, actually three parts of your strength are wasted in useless movement."

Upon hearing this, Wang Qi paused, then adjusted his posture, and when he punched again, the punch wind indeed became more solid, and the ground’s tremor turned more muffled.

Zhou slightly nodded, a thin strand of cold air silently flew from his palm, landed on Wang Qi’s shoulder.

Wang Qi felt his shoulder sink, a stream of Yin Cold Power wandered through his meridians, dispelling much of the restless Primordial Qi inside his body.

Instant enlightenment hit his heart, he bowed and said: "Thank you Master for your guidance."

On the stands by the Martial Arts Arena edge, dozens of seasoned members squeezed together, eyes fixed intently on the two in the field, filled with unabashed envy.

"Hall Master Wang is truly fortunate to receive such meticulous guidance from the leader and also enjoy plenty of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures to change blood and open orifices, entering the Acquired Realm within a year, even overcoming several veteran hall masters."

"Isn’t that right, back when the leader went into the mountains to hunt demons, had it not been for Hall Master Wang’s life-risking rescue, he might have fallen in the mountain long ago. This gratitude is repaid with the treatment of a Direct Disciple, such opportunity is truly enviable."

Another echoed, thick with longing, wishing they could take Wang Qi’s place, receiving training from Zhou.

They naturally did not know, that this so-called "life-saving grace" was merely a carefully woven rumor by Zhou.

He merely used the pretext of "returning heavily injured" to push peer Wang Qi to the forefront, cultivating him willingly for his master’s tasks.

At the same time, Zhou gained assistance in sharing duties, allowing himself more time to cultivate the Cultivation Technique bestowed by his master.

Wang Qi’s rapid progress was not only due to Zhou’s resource provision but often acting as a test subject for his master’s experiments!

Seeing Wang Qi having grasped the key to the punching technique, Zhou spoke no more, turned and walked toward the pavilion by the Martial Arts Arena.

His pace was slow, yet carried an invisible pressure, those young members who had been eagerly hoping for some guidance from him all involuntarily lowered their heads upon meeting his indifferent gaze.

Within the pavilion, a Master’s Chair had long been placed.

Zhou walked straight to it and sat down, closed his eyes, his aura abruptly turning cold.

The chill did not come from the weather, but from the Cultivation Technique circulating within him, lowering the surrounding temperature by several degrees, causing those nearby to shiver and retreat several feet away.

"The Primordial Cold Bane God Technique bestowed by the master is indeed infinitely mysterious."

Zhou thought deeply, the Primordial Qi within him swiftly circulated following the technique’s path, with every flow, threads of Yin Cold Power seamlessly merged, making his Spiritual Power increasingly condensed.

Though originally an Outward Realm martial artist, he came from a Loose Cultivator background without profound heritage, his Cultivation progress long stagnated.

This life may never touch the threshold of the Great Success in the Ancestral Aperture, let alone achieving "Harmony Between Heaven and Man," reaching Outward Realm Great Success.

Yet since switching to this peerless Cultivation Technique passed down by the master, along with occasional direct guidance (master’s experiments), his Cultivation advanced rapidly.

Not only did he smoothly enter Outward Realm Great Success, but the Spiritual Power cultivated now possessed the might of Primordial Cold, his combat power increased by several folds.

"The so-called Four Great Miraculous Techniques of the martial world, compared to this Primordial Cold Bane God Technique, may not be much more."

Zhou’s lips curled into a cold smile, a trace of arrogance flashed in his eyes.

He could clearly feel his strength continuously increasing, given time, he might even reach higher realms of Martial Arts Realm.

At this moment, a disciple dressed in sturdy attire quickly approached the pavilion, bowed and reported:

"Reporting to the leader, someone from Xinglong Security Bureau outside the city has arrived with goods you requested."

Zhou slowly opened his eyes, the coldness within them instantly retracted, replaced by a subtle gleam:

"Let them in."

For the past year, under the pretext of establishing a Sect, he secretly collected Cultivation Techniques of various levels for his master.

For this, he contacted many old acquaintances, these techniques being steadily delivered by various channels.

Before long, a group of five carried two heavy wooden boxes, swiftly entering the Martial Arts Arena.

Leading them was a burly head guard, with a long knife at his waist, steady aura, eyes gleaming, evidently a martial artist in the Acquired Realm.