Death Like The Wind

Li Ye's current cultivation wasn't about rushing to convert Blood Essence every day after meals. He listened to Xu Yanwu's advice and tried to perform the Twelve Cycles Technique in one go.

This method was what he called the 'Twelve Cycles Technique'.

It required 360 points of Blood Essence to convert. Li Ye would only perform the technique once he had accumulated that much Blood Essence.

The complete Twelve Cycles Technique indeed had its benefits, allowing Li Ye to have an extra surge of power that he could unleash when necessary.

It was like a water gate; it accumulated power normally, and at a crucial moment, the gate could be opened to increase the water flow significantly.

And this water gate could be stacked infinitely, like a water gate whose water level would only rise, never decreasing when the gate was opened.

However, the requirement for this was even more extreme than normal training. Generally, one had to reach at least the Six Dragon Gate realm, and possess very high aptitude, before they could even attempt this method of cultivation.

This was because normal Six Dragon Gate practitioners lacked the aptitude to perform the technique, and ordinary martial artists certainly couldn't consume and convert so much Blood Essence at once. No matter how much of a big eater someone was, they couldn't eat and digest that quickly.

With the amount of Blood Essence required for the Second Dragon Gate, completing one Twelve Cycles Technique would be enough to break through to the Third Dragon Gate. The Third Dragon Gate couldn't perform the technique many times before breaking through again.

Only Li Ye, relying on Authority to continuously accumulate power and suppress his breakthroughs, managed to convert it into the Twelve Cycles Technique, breaking through using the purest martial arts.

It was even purer than Xu Yanwu had imagined. He never thought Li Ye would be able to use the Twelve Cycles Technique at this stage, always saying it would be for later.

Each time, Li Ye would finish eating here, give a perfunctory practice, and then return to his rented room. While cooking, he would convert the stored Blood Essence, completing the Twelve Cycles Technique.

No wonder Pan Zhengyang said that the person who trained this martial art could easily beat others. If this martial art was truly mastered, one could indeed defeat opponents with ease.

In this large mansion, he spent most of his time familiarizing himself with the moves.

His Master had said he was dying, and before he passed, Li Ye had to see where his moves were lacking so he could correct them in time.

Another half a month passed.

Night.

Inside the large mansion, Li Ye took a deep breath and nodded at Pan Zhengyang.

Pan Zhengyang grabbed a handful of Tekkai piled up like a small mountain beside him, picked one up, and weighed it in his hand. "Then take this."

Whoosh!

With a gentle throw, a piece of Tekkai cut through the air, rushing towards Li Ye at extreme speed.

Li Ye dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the flying Tekkai. The immense force caused his hair to whip around, but he ultimately wasn't hit.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Pan Zhengyang threw Tekkai with one in each hand at lightning speed. They tore through the wind, rushing forward like a barrage.

Facing most of the Tekkai, Li Ye's body moved as if he were drunk. He swayed and stumbled, seemingly just brushing past the Tekkai to dodge, yet his center of gravity was stable. He could even weave and maneuver through the dense hail of Tekkai.

It was like a dragon soaring through the sky, piercing through the clouds.

"Again, take this!"

Seeing this, Pan Zhengyang chuckled, took a step back, and kicked the remaining Tekkai.

Bang!

The remaining Tekkai scattered like buckshot, leaving no gaps for passage. Even without being close, one could feel the rushing wind from its power.

Li Ye stood firm, his eyes fixed on the incoming mass of Tekkai. He circulated his Qi throughout his body, exhaled stale air, and let the Tekkai strike him.

Clink!

Clang, clang, clang!!

Like striking an iron plate, the scattered Tekkai hit various parts of Li Ye's body – his head, eyes, mouth, chest, abdomen, knees, and even his lower body. But each impact only produced a crisp sound, and the Tekkai fell off his body.

Metal striking metal, his body unyielding.

"Give me the big one!"

Pan Zhengyang's smile widened. He reached back and tossed a piece of Tekkai, half his height, into the air.

Li Ye's gaze followed the Tekkai upwards. He crouched slightly, and with a thump, jumped straight up. His hands formed claws, and he thrust forward, piercing into the Tekkai as if it were foam.

Tear!!

Li Ye tore the half-man-sized Tekkai in half with a pull, then landed lightly.

Upon closer inspection, the edge of the Tekkai he was holding rippled like a plastic bag between his fingers.

His strength was like a fierce tiger, his claws could tear metal and stone.

"Although it's not fine iron, it's quite impressive. When I was in the Dragon Gate Realm, I practiced top-tier martial arts, but I wasn't as capable as you are at the Third Dragon Gate."

Pan Zhengyang smiled and turned to look at Xu Yanwu, who was sitting in a Grand Tutor's chair. "Are you satisfied with the disciple I found for you?"

Xu Yanwu slowly nodded and looked at Li Ye. "Come here."

Li Ye approached as instructed and stood before Xu Yanwu. "Master."

At this point, Li Ye had already reached the Third Dragon Gate.

The rice in his rented room had run out a few days ago. After tidying up, he had moved out and now only ate here.

Not only was his progress fast, but his moves were so standardized that he had developed his own style, executing them in the most suitable way for others, without any hindrance.

He hadn't intended to advance so quickly. However, five days ago, Xu Yanwu's condition had taken a sharp turn for the worse. He had been a normal person who could eat and walk, but now he could only sit in the Grand Tutor's chair, his body beginning to stiffen.

Xu Yanwu could still speak, and he unconsciously sped up his guidance to Li Ye. Not wanting to disappoint his Master, Li Ye didn't lag behind when it was time to break through, achieving the Three Dragon Gate that very day.

Xu Yanwu watched Li Ye, "When your realm is higher in the future, you must perform the Twelve Cycles Technique twelve times. You've played games, right? It's like a boss having a 'second phase'."

Then he looked at Pan Zhengyang, "Old Pan, we've known each other for over thirty years. I have nothing left to give you. Passing down my martial arts is my duty to myself and to you. It's good like this. Thank you."

Pan Zhengyang seemed to sense something, a hint of reluctance in his eyes, but he quickly cursed with a laugh, "Stop the nonsense! After all these years, you're still so arrogant and amazing! If you really want to thank me, wait until you've recovered a bit, then treat me to a big drink, find a few girls, and by the way, help me break my bachelorhood!"

Xu Yanwu smiled at this, but it was this smile that was even more horrifying.

"I don't have a home either. My ancestors died long ago, so I'm an orphan. I don't need any ancestral tablets. After I die, burn me to ashes and let them scatter when the wind is strong. I haven't properly seen the world all these years. I hope I can see it after I die."

He then said to Li Ye, "Practice well and see the scenery beyond martial arts. I won't be able to see it, so let your successor, from my lineage, see it for me."

Seeing this, Li Ye immediately knelt down with a thud. Without saying much, he kowtowed three times, putting all his strength into each blow until the stone slab cracked.

On the last kowtow, Li Ye looked up and said, "Master, don't worry, I will definitely do it!"

On the other side, there was no more sound.

"Old Xu!"

Pan Zhengyang's voice, choked with emotion, rang out.

Li Ye looked up sharply. He saw Xu Yanwu sitting steadily in the grand tutor's chair, a faint smile on his face, no longer the cold expression, frozen in the moonlight.