Chapter 33 (1/2)

Book 1 - What Is A Genius

Chapter 33 - Advancing To The Ninth Layer.

Translated by:

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“Sha, Sha, Sha…..”

Under He Yiming’s almost crazy, successive strikes, the poor wall was being shredded into pieces. Likewise, under such a powerful a.s.sault, the entire bas.e.m.e.nt faintly shook and dust rustled down from all side walls. The entire room buzzed.

However, regardless of the number of dust particles, not a single one came within one meter surrounding He Yiming’s body, seeming as if an invisible wall was blocking everything outside.

Eventually, when the entire wall was completely shredded apart, He Yiming also sobered up from his frantic state.

He withdrew both his palms and spread his legs in the ‘八’ position. However, he only preserved this position for a moment before he sat down on the ground, gasping severely then coughing the next instant because of inhaling too much dust.

He wished to leave, however, his body, as if powerless, seemed paralyzed on the ground.

He suddenly had two completely different type of feelings.

After his crazy session of venting, he felt extremely content and rejuvenated. As if his body was on clouds, he felt extremely light and ecstatic..

However, at the same time, he felt empty, as if his body was in the void. This kind of feeling was not pleasant at all. Imagine a person losing his/her weight and both legs separating apart from the ground; it was that frightening.

He Yiming closed his eyes and calmly comprehended these different feelings. He suddenly discovered that his understanding of the [Splitting Mountain Thirty Six Forms] had increased.

This was just a feeling, without a shred of evidence to back. However, he was extremely confident. The next time he allowed himself to act in such a manner, the might produced would certainly be a notch above.

After a while, he slowly stood up as a trace of Internal Energy welled up in his body. The feeling like that of an empty canvas he felt from his body just now after exhausting almost all of his Internal Energy had eventually disappeared.

Sweeping his vision, as he looked at the mess of a room, he didn’t know what to think.

Surprisingly, just the eighth layer Internal Energy’s [Splitting Mountain Thirty Six Forms] exhibited such a strong might. Such a might was absolutely incomparable to that of the common battle skills such as Rolling Boulder Fist and Silk Palm.

He Yiming even felt that perhaps his eldest uncle, relying on his ninth layer Internal Energy, could only hope to attain such an inconceivable might.

Perhaps, in the entire manor, the Lord Master, He Wude, would be the sole individual capable of attaining such a level.

He Yiming suddenly thought, ‘Don’t tell me…I can already contend against the grandfather and his tenth layer Internal Energy,’ If this was true, in the entire Tai Cang county, his strength could most definitely enter the top three.

The room was still permeated with dust, and his body had a layer of grey color. Looking at the condition of room, restoring everything to normal in a short time span seemed impossible.

Suddenly, he heard a noise coming from the training room’s entrance. He Yiming was slightly alarmed; he never had to face such a situation before.

It should be known that the training rooms could be considered as private s.p.a.ces for the third generation members. This was the place they used for cultivation; even their fathers would not enter without their consent.

Even if they wished to summon their children, they needed to pull the small, specially-made bell and let them know that someone was waiting above.

Therefore, when he heard the sound, his vigilance heightened on its own. The Internal Energy in his body had not resumed to the optimum, but as long as the intruder was not as strong as his grandfather, he had complete confidence in his ability to defend himself with the help of the [Splitting Mountain Thirty Six Forms].

“Yiming, are you alright?”

His third uncle’s loud and clear voice could be heard. He Yiming started and rushed to open the door. Upon opening the door, as he saw several people outside, he stared blankly.

Apart from his third uncle, several of his siblings and a few servants were nervously sizing him up. However, the next moment, their faces revealed quite strange expressions.

“Yiming, on your body….how long have you not bathe?” Quanyi asked, not knowing wether to laugh or to cry.

If not for the fact that He Yiming’s face had not changed, he wouldn’t have dared to believe that covered in dust before him was the genius nephew of his.

Looking at his body, He Yiming awkwardly laughed and said:

“Third uncle, I was merely training, you are…”

“Training? What kind of technique were you training, causing such a big commotion?” He Quanyi asked with slightly creased eyebrows.

He Yiming asked a few questions and discovered the cause. When he had been using the [Splitting Mountain Thirty Six Forms], the echoes in the bas.e.m.e.nt had actually affected the surface. Even the two bas.e.m.e.nts next to his had been faintly shaking.