Breakthrough to Blood Strengthening Realm, Strength Soars!

With a flicker of his will, the blue spring within the Marrow Cleansing Pearl was instantly released. Under Yang Heng's mental guidance, it surged towards the bottleneck like a stream, making a gurgling sound.

"Break!"

Yang Heng's gaze sharpened, and he let out a soft cry.

As his voice fell, a tearing sound suddenly came from within his body. The bottleneck of the Blood Strengthening Realm, as thin as paper, was pierced by Yang Heng.

Yang Heng felt a bit dazed. Without even exerting himself, he had easily broken through the bottleneck and entered the Blood Strengthening Realm.

Didn't the Fist Manual say that breaking through the Blood Strengthening Realm carried certain risks and difficulties?

That's it?

He burst into laughter.

But before he could savor the power of the Blood Strengthening Realm, he suddenly felt a sharp pain within his body.

The blue spring hadn't consumed much energy during the breakthrough to the Blood Strengthening Realm. It was still flowing within him, cleansing his marrow and scouring his bones, transforming Yang Heng's physique.

Unlike the milky white jade marrow from last time, the blue spring was cool, even chilling to the bone.

Yang Heng shivered uncontrollably from the cold, frost forming on his eyebrows, as if he were in a world of ice and snow.

Fortunately, he had just broken through to the Blood Strengthening Realm, making his body stronger and more resistant to the cold.

If he were still in the Blood Brave Realm at this moment, he likely would have lost consciousness or even fainted from the cold.

Yang Heng was cold but happy.

Cleansing the marrow and scouring the bones wasn't that simple. Without undergoing some tempering, it was difficult to expel impurities from the body.

To become a strong individual, this pain was unavoidable.

"Endure hardship to achieve success." While this saying might be used to fool ordinary people, in this world, on the path of cultivating the Martial Path, it held a certain truth.

The Martial Path was destined to be a difficult road, fraught with thorns, temptations, and obstacles. Without a tenacious will, it was hard to persevere.

A little cold was nothing.

If one could obtain a chance for a complete transformation, countless Martial Artists would eagerly rush forward, even if it meant going through fire and water.

Yang Heng naturally understood this principle and knew its preciousness.

With that thought, he paid no mind to the coldness within his body. He closed his eyes tightly, emptied his mind, and stopped thinking about it.

He stood ramrod straight, like a javelin, a pine tree. Even though the cold within him was bone-chilling and felt like knives cutting him, he remained calm and composed, as unmoving as a mountain.

It was as if nothing in the world could disturb his state of mind.

After about the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, the energy of the blue spring flowing within him was exhausted and disappeared, and the coldness vanished without a trace.

Yang Heng suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp light radiating from them, his spirit soaring.

He began to feel the powerful energy contained within his body.

With a light stomp of his foot, the ground suddenly began to tremble. The loose stones on the ground vibrated and made a dull thudding sound.

He threw a punch into the air, creating a deafening sonic boom like thunder, with white waves churning.

Yang Heng stood quietly, then suddenly exhaled a breath of turbid air. With a whoosh, a black stream shot across the sky, hitting a tree ten meters away.

Thud

A three-inch deep gash appeared where the black stream struck. The area around the gash was pitch black, emitting black smoke and a faint smell of burning, as if the tree had been struck by lightning.

Yang Heng shifted his body slightly, and a series of cracking sounds could be heard.

His entire skeletal structure popped and crackled, like firecrackers going off.

After a detailed self-examination, Yang Heng realized he was now terrifyingly strong, full of vigor and vitality, like the sun at its zenith, brimming with energy.

With every movement, a natural aura of power spread out. This was the Martial Artist's Pressure he had longed for!

To verify the power of the Martial Artist's Pressure, he scanned his surroundings. The tree that had been struck by the turbid air caught his eye again.

Yang Heng's body flickered, and like a phantom, he was instantly in front of the tree.

The ten-meter distance was covered in a single step, but he hadn't used any movement technique; it was purely the explosive power of his Blood Strengthening Realm physique.

He released his Martial Artist's Pressure, and suddenly, the tree in front of him swayed and rustled. Its upright branches drooped, leaning towards Yang Heng as if surrendering to him.

Seeing this, Yang Heng felt reassured. He immediately retracted his pressure, and the tree returned to normal.

Only the rustling leaves, falling like rain and dancing in the air, proved that something unusual had just happened there.

The Blood Strengthening Realm was indeed extraordinary!

The Martial Artist's Majesty was also incredibly profound.

Yang Heng clenched his fist, sighing inwardly, his gaze fixed on the distance with deep contemplation.

Feeling the surging power within him, Yang Heng couldn't help but become engrossed, lost in the sensation.

If this power were to erupt, "overturning mountains and seas" might be an exaggeration, but it would certainly be enough to uproot weeping willows or lift an adult female elephant with one hand.

Currently, Yang Heng's total Blood Essence was about the size of a duck egg, and his strength was close to two thousand jin.

When his Blood Essence and strength erupted together, the resulting power would be unimaginably formidable.

The fist manual recorded that most martial artists who broke through to the Blood Strengthening Realm had a total Blood Essence volume roughly the size of a ping pong ball, with a strength of around 1,200 jin.

When Yang Heng recalled this figure and compared it to his own, he couldn't help but get excited and burst into laughter.

He could no longer maintain his composed demeanor.

At this moment, his total Blood Essence volume was equivalent to the combined Blood Essence of three martial artists who had just entered the Blood Strengthening Realm.

But this was not simply double.

Excluding external factors like martial skills, based on Blood Essence and physique alone, he could handle seven or eight martial artists of the same realm by himself.

Coupled with the Vajra Fist at Minor Accomplishment, Yang Heng was confident he could defeat ordinary martial artists in the middle stage of the Blood Strengthening Realm.

As for facing martial artists in the late stage of the Blood Strengthening Realm, whether he could defeat them was unknown, but he felt he could definitely preserve his life.

Both his Lightness Skill and Fist Technique had reached Minor Accomplishment, and he had progressed significantly on that path. Ordinary martial artists in the middle stage of the Blood Strengthening Realm could not achieve this; only those who had cultivated for many years in the late stage of the Blood Strengthening Realm could reach such a martial arts realm.

Upon breaking through to the Blood Strengthening Realm, Yang Heng suddenly felt a sense of boundless freedom, and his mind was no longer tense.

At this moment, he had an illusion that the air he inhaled seemed much fresher.

Stepping into the Blood Strengthening Realm greatly increased his self-preservation ability, allowing him to withstand greater risks.

As long as Yang Heng developed discreetly and didn't actively provoke trouble, his life would still be quite comfortable.

In this remote area near Qinghe City, the highest realm was only the Viscera Refining Realm. Martial artists in the Blood Strengthening Realm held a certain status, and outsiders wouldn't dare to provoke them casually.

However, if one wished to pursue the peak of the Martial Path and break through to higher realms, the journey would naturally not be smooth sailing; scenes of flashing blades, sword light, blood, and storms were commonplace.

Yang Heng had no intention of settling for comfort here and becoming a king in Qingyang Town.

He had bigger dreams – the peak of the Martial Path. He wanted to see it.

He wanted to see how the scenery on the mountain differed from that below.

Moreover, possessing a treasure like the Marrow Cleansing Pearl, he had a greater advantage in reaching the peak of the Martial Path compared to other martial artists.

His talent and physique would continuously improve, and one day he would become the most talented martial artist in this world.

That peak of the Martial Path, the throne of the number one under heaven, who else but him!

Yang Heng thought to himself, full of confidence.

Having broken through to the Blood Strengthening Realm and greatly advanced his strength, Yang Heng decided to celebrate. He would find a grand restaurant and have a good, expensive meal.

With this thought, Yang Heng shot out like an arrow from a bow, whistling as he sped towards Qingyang Town.