Chapter 29 (1/2)

Chapter-29 Xiantian Battle Skill

After the dinner, He Wude shared the news of Yiming’s breakthrough with the core members of the younger generation and asked them not to disclose it.

When they found out that He Yiming had actually attained the seventh layer, they immediately understood why had the Lord Master treated him so favourably and allowed him to sit on the princ.i.p.al seat before their two brothers who were elder than him.

A seventh layer cultivator, and on top of that, a barely fourteen year old youngster; if such a matter leaked outside, it would storm the entire Tai Cang county.

Three months ago, Xu-fourth attained the ninth layer. However, in comparison, He Yiming attaining the seventh layer would certainly cause a much bigger sensation.

After all, Xu Right attained the ninth layer past the age of forty, which estimated this layer to be the final step for him. However, He Yiming was different. A fourteen year old, seventh layer cultivator; the potential of such an individual simply couldn’t be measured. No one could say how far will he go in the end, but attaining the eighth layer in the next ten years was almost certain.

In other words, he was undoubtedly a future tenth layer cultivator.

After disclosing this matter and concluding the banquet, He Wude yet again brought the rest to his courtyard.

Upon returning, he asked in an amiable manner: “Yiming, how is your cultivation of that [Splitting Mountain Thirty Six Forms] going?”

“I have learned six forms. Although I wouldn’t dare say mastering the forms, but I should be able to use them somewhat.” He Yiming respectfully said.

He Wude nodded with satisfaction:

“That’s a Xiantian battle skill for you. Being able to use it after mere six months is already amazing. Quanyi, go train with Yiming. Let’s take a look, in the end, what exactly is the might of a Xiantian battle skill.”

“Yes”, He Quanyi faintly smiled and stepped towards He Yiming. Both of his hands were behind him, however, the aura around his body exploded like that of a rising sun on its own.

He Quanyi, like He Yihai, was a cultivator of fire type techniques. However, in comparison, he was much more experienced and his Internal Energy was at the eighth layer. Although, like He Yihai, he didn’t have an imposing aura like that of surging oceans of fire, the feeling of omnipresence he emanated was far out of He Yihai’s reach.

Upon looking at He Yiming’s stance of Rolling Boulder Fist he’d just a.s.sumed, He Wude’s brows slightly creased as he said:

“Yiming, use Splitting Mountain Thirty Six Forms.”

He Quanyi’s eyebrows faintly rose and his splendour reached the clouds as he said:

“Yiming, don’t hesitate using your full strength. No need to be courteous.”

Yiming forced out a laugh. The old man didn’t know but he was extremely clear on this technique’s might. In his opinion, even fighting a higher level cultivator and achieving victory was not difficult.

If he truly used this technique with full might, his third uncle might not be able to preserve.

He Yiming took a deep breath and circulated his Internal Energy, instantly attaining the seventh layer of the metal-type Primordial Energy. Feeling the circulating Internal Energy, he raised his both hands high above, and at the same time, emanated an intense, substantial aura.

“Third uncle, please take care.”

None as exception, the expressions of He Wude and the rest changed slightly. Even the Lord Master had never expected that conforming a Xiantian battle skill to the seventh layer of metal-type Internal Energy could actually bring forth such an aura.

The smile on the face of He Quanyi had long since vanished. His face had a grave expression, which was a stark contrast to the carefree expression he’d previously.

He Yiming had not even struck, yet the rest indescribably felt themselves tensing up.

He Quanyi’s legs aligned themselves in a position that resembled the character ‘八‘, and his hands faintly waved around his body. From his manner, he was clearly using a profound battle skill. This technique must focussed on the defensive power. A wisp of Internal Energy rippled around his body, seeming like a thick, hard sh.e.l.l covering his body.

He didn’t go on offense; firstly, he cultivated defensive techniques for the most part, and secondly, he knew that the old man wanted to test the might of a technique. Therefore, he was focussing completely on defense.

Everybody could see Yiming’s figure, yet everyone had different feelings about it.

Upon subst.i.tuting themselves in He Quanyi’s position, they unexpectedly discovered that He Yiming’s stance seemed full of holes, but the aura corresponding to it actually had an air of never retreat, only forward as if wis.h.i.+ng to be a broken jade rather than an intact earthen-tile. (Tl: Death rather than disgrace.)