The huge commotion startled everyone in the training grounds, who shot to their feet and stared at the heavy gates that had been blasted open.
A tall young man in casual sportswear strode into the courtyard.
'How is this possible?! It's him?!'
Among the disciples of the Cyan Wood Heart Intent Sect, Li Qingdai's body trembled slightly, her eyes filled with disbelief.
They had only parted ways less than an hour ago; how could she have forgotten Yi Beidou's face?
'But didn't he say he was here to learn a skill? Why would he show up here?'
The ordinary disciples like them were too far away to hear the contents of Mu Huaidong's phone call, so they were all still a bit lost, not knowing what was happening.
"Who the hell are you?! Why have you forced your way into the Cyan Wood Heart Intent Mountain Gate?!"
Mu Huaidong's eyes narrowed, his gaze sharp and filled with a murderous glint.
Things had come to this; the sect's reputation was now at stake. If this man were allowed to leave unscathed, how could the Cyan Wood Heart Intent Sect maintain its standing in Han Province? They would become a laughingstock.
In ancient times, Yi Beidou's actions would have meant a feud to the death. Even in the modern day, failing to put him in a hospital bed for half a year and completely cripple his ability to move would be a huge blow to the Cyan Wood Heart Intent Sect's prestige!
WHOOSH!!
Meanwhile, the moment Mu Huaidong's voice fell, Wei Ziren's figure shot out from the crowd, pouncing toward Yi Beidou with a gaze as sharp as a knife.
Mu Huaidong was the esteemed Sect Leader; how could he make a move so lightly? As the sect's head disciple, it was natural for Wei Ziren to step forward at this moment, to act on his master's behalf and subdue the intruder.
Wei Ziren moved like lightning, his breath like thunder. He took three consecutive steps, and the heavy bluestone tiles on the ground actually shattered.
Three heavy stomps, each leaving an imprint. He was building up momentum. With these three steps, the immense, compounded inertia was like a cavalry charge, cutting down generals and breaking through enemy lines—unstoppable!
At this moment, Wei Ziren was no longer just a man, but a fierce general charging on a warhorse.
But that wasn't all. Changes were also occurring within his body.
His five viscera churned, his heart beat like a war drum. In his Dantian, a ball of blood and Qi instantly erupted, surging into his limbs and bones, pushing his physical ability and spirit to their peak.
Cyan Wood Heart Intent Fist, Life Reviving Pill Force!!
Trees are rooted in the earth, and the Cyan Wood Heart Intent Fist is rooted in the Dantian.
When one's cultivation reaches a certain stage, they can use the blood vessels throughout their body as roots and their Dantian as soil to plant a "Seed of Rebirth."
This seed is a ball of concentrated blood and Qi essence. Normally, it nourishes the body, accelerates injury recovery, extends one's lifespan, and preserves physical ability. During a life-and-death battle, it releases this pill of essence back into the body, invigorating one's Qi and blood to break past their limits!
"Hah!!"
Wei Ziren thrust out a palm, the force of the blow creating an explosive sonic boom. The power of this strike was enough to shatter steles and topple walls.
At the same time, his Mighty Spirit shone forth, and his Fist Intent Shocking Soul was like a colossal tree toppling over, crushing mountains and filling seas—utterly soul-stirring.
Facing this madman who had forced his way into their mountain gate and sought to ruin their sect's reputation, he had no intention of holding back. He went straight for a killing blow with his full strength.
Seeing this, Yin Xingjie, who had just been sparring with Wei Ziren, knew that the man hadn't used his full power against him at all.
The disciples of the Cyan Wood Heart Intent Sect were all stunned by the power and presence Wei Ziren was now displaying. This was the first time they had ever seen their head disciple look like a God of Slaughter incarnate.
However, facing Wei Ziren's ferocious strike, which had built up such a Great Trend of power, the young man who had stormed the mountain gate showed no intention of dodging. He met the attack with a single, vertically-held palm.
BAM!!
The two palms met. The sound of flesh and blood colliding struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.
A figure was sent flying backward, tumbling across the bluestone ground before finally crashing into the crowd of Cyan Wood Heart Intent Sect disciples.
He came fast, and he left even faster.
"Head Disciple!!"
The crowd cried out in alarm as they helped Wei Ziren up, only to find blood trickling from his nose and mouth. His palm and entire forearm were red and swollen, and his gaze had already grown unfocused.
And this was only because Yi Beidou had held back.
Not long ago, Ba Xiong, a cultivator of an Evil Daoist Technique and also a Soul Capturing expert, had had his head slapped into his chest cavity by a single blow from Yi Beidou.
If he hadn't held back, Wei Ziren's arm would have been completely ruined, requiring at least several months of recovery.
The eyes of the Cyan Wood Heart Intent Sect disciples were wide with shock. They could never have imagined that their head disciple, whose technique had just been so ferocious it could topple walls, would be reduced to such a state by a single palm strike.
'Is that even a power a human can possess?!'
Even the three Sect Leaders, including Mu Huaidong, felt their breath catch in their throats when they saw this.
They would have had to face Wei Ziren's previous attack with their full strength, not daring to be the slightest bit careless, let alone meet it head-on with a single palm and beat him into such a state.
'Who in the world is this man?! And what realm has he reached?!'
'Could it be...' A guess formed in all three of their minds.
"You two, lend me a hand!"
Mu Huaidong barked in a low voice.
Even if this was truly a legendary existence from *that* realm who had come knocking on their door, they could not possibly retreat.
Without the backbone to choose death before dishonor, a Martial Artist could never cultivate to their level.
Only those with an unbending character, brave and fearless, with ambitions that touch the sky and a will as firm as diamond, can achieve anything on this path.
Transforming Illusion into Reality, using Fist Intent to perform Soul Stealing—how could they be ordinary people?
Not even Immortal Gods could bend their will!
"Alright!"
The other two Sect Leaders did not refuse. The relationship between their three sects was extraordinary, dating back to the era of national crisis. Moreover, if their opponent was truly a Human Immortal who had achieved Body Ascension, how could they pass up this opportunity to experience his power?
WHOOSH! WHOOSH!!
The three figures attacked Yi Beidou from three different directions.
As Mu Huaidong stepped forward, the Qi and blood in his body surged. The blood essence in his Dantian returned to his body, rushing through his limbs and bones. His full head of white hair visibly and rapidly began to turn black from the roots.
Life Reviving Pill Force, Black Hair Rebirth!
The skin of Wu Xianjue's wiry body turned crimson as his muscles knotted. His hair and beard stood on end like roaring flames, and his five viscera burned like true fire. His expression was savage, his eyes wide with fury, resembling an Evil Ghost from Purgatory or a wrathful statue of a Celestial King in a temple.
Five Fire Refining Truth, Fiery Yaksha's Wrathful Visage!
Finally, there was Tang Zhihe. His entire palm swelled to nearly twice its size, engorged with blood to a purplish-black color. As he threw a palm strike, the shockwave was like a tsunami, but his Divine Intent was as harmonious as Tai Chi.
Six Yang Qi, Purple Eastward!
Facing Yi Beidou, who had crushed Wei Ziren with a single palm, the three Sect Leaders dared not be careless. All of them brought out their ultimate techniques.
Their fist momentum was ferocious, and their bodies produced strange phenomena, as if legends were being reenacted and miracles of the human body were on display.
Even the disciples of the three sects, seeing their own masters go all out for the first time, were all amazed by the wonders of the Martial Arts Dao and the human body.
But in Yi Beidou's eyes, the three were even more extraordinary.
They blazed with a brilliant light, as if protected by a spiritual aura.
Mu Huaidong's palm was covered in greenish spikes. Wu Xianjue's hand-blade was wreathed in red light. Tang Zhihe's palm generated its own purple Qi.
Body and mind as one, Transforming Illusion into Reality, stealing the Soul to harm the body!
All three were masters of Soul Stealing. In ancient times, they would have been considered great experts possessing "Mana."
Unfortunately, they had picked the wrong opponent.
One who has achieved Body Ascension can be said to have limitless Mana!
BOOM!!
Yi Beidou's eyes narrowed. Demonic thoughts and killing intent washed over the area like a tide, instantly transforming the mortal Dao Field into an Eternal Purgatory. All other True Intents were reduced to mere smoke and clouds.
He sank his stance, the muscles all over his body swelling. He didn't dodge or evade, but instead met the three men's attacks head-on with his physical body.
DONG! DONG! DONG!
The sounds of the impacts on his flesh were like great bells. The power from the three men's strikes vanished like a clay ox sinking into the sea, without a trace.
Their Soul Stealing intent was washed away by his killing intent. How could a mortal body contend with an indestructible Golden Body?
The three men's eyes flew wide. From this one exchange, they understood that the young man before them was indeed a great power who had achieved Body Ascension.
However, before they could react, they saw Yi Beidou take a sudden step and jolt his body.
BOOM!!
Bluestone tiles flew into the air. The three men's bodies were struck by a tremendous force and thrown back more than twenty meters, leaving them with churning organs and ragged breaths.