Enlightenment, Vajra Fist Minor Accomplishment

Leveraging the immense energy released by the beef jerky, Yang Heng immediately sat cross-legged and circulated the methods for transporting, absorbing, and converting Blood Essence from the Vajra Fist Manual.

His eyes shut tight, he began to visualize.

As the cultivation method circulated, wisps of blood energy seeped out from the beef jerky, merging into the 'red rope' above his dantian. The 'red rope' gradually grew, its color deepening and becoming more vibrant, glowing red.

A short period, equivalent to the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, passed in a flash. Yang Heng slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing within them. Without a doubt, he knew his cultivation had greatly improved.

Yang Heng stood up, his body perfectly straight, feeling filled with strength. It was as if he could kill a bull with a single punch, and his hunger was completely gone.

He stood quietly, his deep eyes gazing into the distance, carefully savoring the cultivation experience.

The nutrients contained within the beef jerky, after being transformed once by the Marrow Cleansing Pearl, were even more conducive to his conversion into Blood Essence. The cultivation method circulated extremely smoothly and at a rapid pace, like an over-fueled engine running at maximum capacity, the 'red rope' growing visibly fast.

If not for the complete depletion of energy, he could have continued cultivating.

With the help of the Marrow Cleansing Pearl, coupled with the ample time for cultivation and sufficient funds, Yang Heng believed that the day he broke through to the Blood Strengthening Realm and became a true Martial Artist was not far off.

Thinking this, Yang Heng's lips curved upwards, and he burst into laughter.

Once he became a Martial Artist, his self-preservation abilities would greatly increase, bringing him one step closer to a happy and beautiful life.

If he continued cultivating and reached the pinnacle of Martial Arts, fulfilling the ultimate dream of all men – "waking to control the world, and sleeping drunk in the embrace of beauties" – it wouldn't be impossible.

Yang Heng's face was filled with longing as he anticipated that day.

After a brief period of reverie, he took a deep breath and composed himself.

He knew well that meals are eaten one bite at a time, and paths are walked one step at a time.

Having lofty goals was good, but one must also pay attention to the road beneath their feet, and never entertain the idea of reaching the heavens in a single leap.

Doing so would only lead to a dismal failure and accomplish nothing.

Yang Heng understood that strength was accumulated bit by bit, and attempting to reach the heavens in a single leap was impossible.

The strength gained through sweat and time was what he could trust and use with peace of mind.

Although his cultivation time was still short, he was, after all, a transmigrator. He had experienced an era of information explosion and read countless novels, making him knowledgeable and giving him a certain understanding of Martial Arts Cultivation.

The most important thing in Martial Arts Cultivation wasn't speed, but stability!

Only with a solid foundation would future cultivation be smoother, and the path of Martial Arts be walked further.

Yang Heng decided to be a Martial Artist who accumulated strength for a powerful burst, not concerned with the speed of his cultivation, but only with the prosperity and advancement of Martial Arts, moving forward and going further.

Ultimately, he would stand above the world.

Of course, his cultivation progress was already extremely fast compared to other martial artists, but he would not indulge in it, focusing on the speed of his progress.

Solidifying his foundation and building an unshakeable base was his pursuit.

At this moment, Yang Heng had deeply contemplated his future Martial Arts path, clarifying the road he was to take.

Martial Arts Cultivation was not about blindly plunging into cultivation methods and secret manuals, unable to extricate oneself. It required constant reflection: what were his goals, what were his advantages, and how would he navigate this arduous path of Martial Arts?

"Learning without thought is bewildering," and Martial Arts Cultivation also required constant reflection, introspection, and self-assessment of areas that were lacking or not comprehensive enough and needed improvement.

A Martial Artist who only cultivated without understanding how to think was not a true Martial Artist in the truest sense; at best, they were merely a martial brute with immense power.

In Yang Heng's heart, a true Martial Artist was powerful and wise, possessed deep thinking, had their own insights into Martial Arts Cultivation, stood low but could see far.

Though like an ant, they possessed the ambition of a swan.

This was the true Martial Artist!

The Martial Artist Yang Heng yearned for!

The mental storm in his mind thoroughly cleansed Yang Heng's inner being. His eyes grew brighter, his head held high, his posture upright, his face filled with confidence as he gazed into the distance.

At this moment, Yang Heng felt as if his spirit had been baptized. His mind was clear, the world appeared sharper, and his body felt an indescribable lightness.

He involuntarily began to practice the Vajra Fist.

At this moment, the Vajra Fist, which had previously progressed slowly and with some difficulty, improved immensely. Each punch and each stance contained immense power, striking the air with a "bang bang bang" sound, as if hitting something solid rather than just air.

Simultaneously, his bones crackled non-stop, the sound crisp and soul-stirring.

There was no wind in the area, yet Yang Heng's hair and robes fluttered. After completing a set of punches, he stood in place, exuding an ethereal grace.

Exhaling a puff of hot air, Yang Heng finished his practice and stood, his brows relaxed, a look of joy on his face.

He had felt as if divinely assisted just now, practicing the Vajra Fist with extreme smoothness, like a mountain flood, charging forward unimpeded, without encountering the slightest obstacle.

Fist shadows were dense, and the wind from his punches was sharp. Each punch was accompanied by thunderous roars, earth-shattering and infinitely powerful.

Yang Heng surmised that his Vajra Fist had likely broken through to the Minor Accomplishment realm.

However, he was a little uneasy. To confirm his guess, Yang Heng took out the Vajra Fist Manual and carefully flipped through it, finding the page describing the Minor Accomplishment realm of the Vajra Fist.

As expected, the situation he faced was exactly as described in the book.

The sound of punches like thunder, dense fist shadows – these were the hallmarks of Vajra Fist Minor Accomplishment.

At this moment, Yang Heng was absolutely certain that his Vajra Fist had broken through to Minor Accomplishment.

He was ecstatic.

Only two days after leaving the pharmacy, both his Movement Technique and his Fist Technique had broken through. It was almost unbelievable.

Shedding the lingering ailments of his body, his mood became clear, and his Martial Arts Cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds.

Could this be the legendary Enlightenment!

Yes, it's Enlightenment!

Yang Heng was certain.

Only through Enlightenment could his Martial Arts Cultivation become like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, advancing by leaps and bounds at an unimaginable speed.

With Vajra Fist breaking through to Minor Accomplishment, Yang Heng discovered that his body had also undergone a certain degree of tempering.

Thus, he closed his eyes and began to carefully savor the experience.

Under his mental perception, Yang Heng found that his bones seemed to have become even more silvery-white and much harder. It was like a piece of raw iron that had undergone countless hammerings, impurities removed.

Yang Heng abruptly raised his hand and threw a punch into the air. The air suddenly exploded, causing the surrounding airflow to surge like ocean waves.

Calming his mind to sense, Yang Heng realized that his fist carried more power than before, and its might had naturally become even greater.

Not only that, but his punching speed had also ascended to a new level compared to before.

Even if ordinary people widened their eyes and stared intently, they would have difficulty seeing the speed of his punch.

Besides his bones and punching speed, Yang Heng also sensed that his Skin Membrane had been tempered, becoming tougher and more compact, capable of withstanding sharper attacks.

Scanning his surroundings, a sharp stone caught his eye. Yang Heng picked it up, clenched his left fist, his muscles bulging instantly, and with his right hand holding the sharp stone, he scraped it across his right arm with all his might.

Scrape!

Scrape!

Scrape!

A piercing sound rang out. Only a white mark appeared on his right arm, with no other damage!