[Mountain-Collapsing Fist, Beginner (195/200)]
Before Yang Jing’s eyes appeared a line of data that only he could see.
“I’m about to train the Beginner stage of Mountain-Collapsing Fist to its limit.”
A flicker of excitement rose unbidden in Yang Jing’s heart.
After this period of unremitting effort, he was finally about to max out the cultivation progress of Mountain-Collapsing Fist’s Beginner stage.
According to the panel’s effects, as long as I train a martial art to its limit, I can naturally break through. I won’t have to face the same difficult and dangerous bottlenecks as others.
At that thought, a deep sense of anticipation welled up in Yang Jing’s heart once more.
Without resting, Yang Jing wiped away his sweat and began practicing his punches again.
Though he had the root bones to practice martial arts, his root bones were indeed very poor.
Even though he was already one of the most hardworking disciples in the entire martial hall, his speed of progress in martial arts was still only in the lower-middle ranks.
Some disciples who had entered the martial hall around the same time as him had already undergone one attempt at breaking through.
However, although Yang Jing’s speed was much slower, he was not anxious.
Being fast for a moment meant nothing. The most crucial thing was to break through the bottleneck and succeed in knocking at the gate.
And this was precisely what Yang Jing looked forward to the most right now.
If the panel’s effects were proven true, then although his future path in martial dao would be slower, he would definitely be able to advance step by step to the highest point he could see.
Half an hour later.
In the inner courtyard, several figures slowly walked out, instantly attracting the gazes of many disciples in the yard.
Yang Jing happened to be taking a short rest. Standing together with Liu Maolin, he also looked toward these handsome men and beautiful women emerging from the inner courtyard.
It had to be said, they were indeed pleasing to the eye.
At their head was Third Senior Brother Zhao Wenzheng, dressed in moon-white fitted martial attire, a silver-thread sash tied at his waist. His steps were steady, and between his brows was a gravity beyond his years.
Beside him followed Second Senior Sister Qi Yun, wearing an elegant black robe, her long hair pinned up with a silver hairpin.
On the other side was the hall master Sun Yong’s daughter, Sun Ningxiang. She wore a goose-yellow dress, its hem swaying gently with her steps. A bright smile hung on her face as she tilted her head, saying something to the young man beside her.
That young man was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a face like polished jade and an arrogant look in his eyes. His ink-black martial attire set off his tall, straight figure. He was none other than Lin Yue, the genius disciple who had joined the Sun Martial Hall two months ago.
A month ago, Lin Yue had used only a single month to successfully train Mountain-Collapsing Fist to Minor Achievement and step into the Mingjin realm.
It was said that over the past month, Lin Yue’s cultivation of Mountain-Collapsing Fist had advanced by leaps and bounds. He was not far from the limit of Minor Achievement, and after some more time, he might begin another attempt at breaking through.
Lin Yue’s astonishing speed of progress had earned the special regard of Hall Master Sun Yong. All kinds of fees had long since been waived for him, and Sun Yong had even taken the initiative to provide him with many high-quality meats and precious medicines to aid his cultivation.
The four of them chatted and laughed, their tones gentle, yet they carried an invisible aura that shut everyone else out, forming a small circle that clearly belonged only to them.
Occasionally, when Lin Yue raised his eyes and his gaze swept over the disciples sweating profusely in practice, there was a faint disdain in it that was difficult to detect.
Many disciples’ gazes fell on Sun Ningxiang.
Qi Yun was also beautiful, but she never gave ordinary disciples a pleasant face. In the past, Yang Jing had followed Lü Yang and the others in running errands and attending to Qi Yun, yet Qi Yun had never so much as spared him an extra glance. If there was the slightest disrespect, she would scold them harshly, her words full of meanness.
Compared to Qi Yun, Sun Ningxiang had an entirely different temperament.
Her brows and eyes curved when she smiled, and when she did, it was as though starlight had fallen into the depths of her eyes. She looked somewhat like the female celebrity Mao Xiaotong, whom Yang Jing had seen on television in his previous life.
She never put on the airs of the hall master’s daughter, treating everyone with courtesy.
If someone’s fist routine got stuck, she would patiently give a few pointers.
If a disciple’s family encountered hardship, she would even secretly report it to the hall master and ask for some assistance.
Over time, she became the white moonlight in the hearts of the martial hall disciples.
As Yang Jing looked at Sun Ningxiang’s figure, he also recalled how he had twisted his ankle while practicing some time ago. This Senior Sister Sun had sent him injury medicine and had even specially reminded him of a few ways to recuperate.
He withdrew his gaze, but inadvertently caught sight of Lü Yang and the other two, who had wanted to gather around but had been ignored by Senior Sister Qi. The three of them awkwardly rubbed their hands, then walked off to a corner while laughing and chatting.
If he were still the original body, perhaps he would be just like those three at this moment.
But now, he was Yang Jing.
The reason Lü Yang and the others fawned over Qi Yun like this was nothing more than wanting to latch onto Qi Yun’s thigh. One very important reason for that was that they themselves would find it extremely difficult to break through to the Mingjin realm.
Yang Jing, however, was different. He possessed the panel.
To him, no cultivation method or martial art had any bottleneck.
He only needed to follow the proper steps and train it to its limit, and he would be able to break through naturally, without the slightest danger.
No matter when, no matter what kind of person one faced, one’s own strength was the foundation of everything.
Lin Yue was a very typical example.
He came from an ordinary background, roughly on par with Zhang Kehan, and far inferior to Lü Yang and Zhou Lin.
But his root bones for martial arts had been evaluated by the hall master as superior. His future was destined to be boundless, and as soon as he joined the martial hall, Qi Yun had drawn him in.
As for Lü Yang and the others, no matter how wholeheartedly they grovelled and licked Qi Yun’s boots, in Qi Yun’s eyes they were merely beasts of burden to be summoned and dismissed at will.
Lü Yang, Zhou Lin, and Zhang Kehan might not be unaware of this. It was just that they could not do otherwise. They were afraid that even if they exhausted a lifetime of blood, sweat, and effort, they would still be unable to truly develop jin.
Even Yang Jing himself, if he did not have the panel, would find it very difficult in this life to cultivate jin force and step into the Mingjin realm.
Yang Jing shook his head and tightened his focus. No longer letting his energy scatter to other matters, he began concentrating on martial training again.
Practicing martial arts was like rowing against the current: if one did not advance, one would fall back.
If he wanted to walk far along the path of martial dao, he had to treat martial training as an indispensable daily habit, like eating and drinking water. Moreover, he had to invest far more energy in it than eating or drinking.
The most urgent thing for him now was to cultivate jin force as soon as possible and become an expert with jin.
Yang Jing was very clear that, at first glance, the Yang family seemed to have lost its crisis with Feng Lei’s death, but in truth, the crisis had not been resolved. It had always existed.
Feng Lei was only a hired thug. The Ning family behind him was the true great enemy.
For some reason, the Ning family had not continued to pressure the Yang family for now. But as far as Yang Jing knew, that Master Ning of the Ning family, Ning Xuezhi, was famously stingy and miserly.
Once Ning Xuezhi freed up his hands, he would act against the Yang family sooner or later.
Yang Jing had been able to ambush and kill Feng Lei, but Ning Xuezhi was inside the Ning family residence. Killing him would be much more difficult.
In Yang Jing’s view, the best—and one could even say the only—way to break the situation was for him to break through and become a Mingjin expert who had cultivated jin force.
Once he reached that level, Ning Xuezhi absolutely would not dare provoke him lightly.
“Break through to Mingjin!”
Yang Jing clenched his fist.
At the Beginner stage of Mountain-Collapsing Fist, Yang Jing was already close to filling up the progress completely.
“It’ll be within these next few days.”
Yang Jing narrowed his eyes slightly, a dense flash of excitement passing through them.
He had been looking forward to this day for a very long time.