Body Refinement Technique: Vajra Skill

At this moment.

Wang Yuan's entire body's blood almost instantly solidified.

The Blood Essence within him, spurred by the Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone, was about to erupt instinctively and completely.

The Blood Burning Technique was just a hair's breadth away from activating on its own.

His clenched fist was imbued with terrifying power capable of shattering mountains and splitting rocks, ready to counterattack at all costs.

But...

He couldn't move!

A much calmer thought, like being doused with ice water, instantly suppressed all his impulses.

He forcibly suppressed his boiling Blood Essence and the instinct to counterattack, his feet rooting themselves as he stood frozen in place.

He carefully arranged a look of extreme terror and bewilderment on his face, as if he had been so stunned by the sudden, fatal attack that he had forgotten even to dodge.

The palm wind brushed his face, ruffling Wang Yuan's hair.

The deadly palm stopped less than an inch from his forehead.

Huang Yao withdrew her hand, looking at Wang Yuan's "still shaken," "pale" appearance.

A barely perceptible, strange expression flickered across her face.

She had moved with incredible speed.

Even a skilled Martial Artist in the Second Blood Change stage would inevitably show fluctuations in their Blood Essence or make an evasive move when caught off guard.

But this Wang Yuan, he seemed genuinely defenseless, as if completely terrified into a stupor.

Could it be... it really wasn't him?

A sliver of doubt crossed Huang Yao's mind.

This reaction didn't seem like that of a ruthless individual who could silently kill Zhao Hu and dare to murder a Huang Family steward.

"Such speed!"

"Almost..."

"Just a little more and I would have unleashed my full power..."

"And killed her!"

Inside, Wang Yuan's mind was in turmoil, utterly shocked.

In that fleeting moment, he had truly felt the threat of death.

At the same time, a surge of violent emotion, born from being underestimated and casually tested, built up in his chest, suppressed, almost bursting through his ribs.

He hadn't experienced this feeling of his life being held in someone else's whim for a very long time!

Seeing that Wang Yuan still had a "pale face," seemingly unable to recover from the shock, Huang Yao's eyes flashed with a hint of undisguised disdain.

It seemed this so-called genius was just a hothouse flower, with far too weak a disposition.

To be like this from a casual scare from her.

"Panshi Fist Academy is nothing special!"

She suddenly felt a lack of interest.

"It seems I was mistaken."

Huang Yao said indifferently, casually tossing a piece of silver weighing about five taels from her sleeve to Wang Yuan's feet, her tone carrying a dismissive ease.

"To calm your nerves."

With that, she didn't spare Wang Yuan another glance and turned to walk towards a luxurious carriage waiting at the alley entrance.

Wang Yuan "stared blankly" at the silver on the ground, as if he still hadn't processed what had happened.

Beside the carriage, a driver with a sharp aura quietly asked:

"Miss, the killer..."

Huang Yao's footsteps didn't stop, and her indifferent voice drifted back with the wind, clearly reaching Wang Yuan's ears:

"It doesn't matter who the killer is."

"He's just a minor steward of my Huang Family; who cares about his life or death."

"Just find some Martial Artist in the Second Blood Change stage who has a past grievance with my Huang Family and kill him publicly with a palm strike."

"The most important thing is not to lose face for my Huang Family."

As she spoke, she treated human life as less than grass.

It was as if she were deciding whether to crush an ant.

The driver bowed and replied, "Yes."

Huang Yao boarded the carriage, the curtains fell, and the carriage slowly started, soon disappearing at the end of the street.

From beginning to end, she never looked back at Wang Yuan.

He didn't even spare a thought for the "terrified" young man from just now.

Not until the carriage had completely disappeared.

Only then did the "shock" and "pallor" on Wang Yuan's face slowly fade.

He slowly bent down and picked up the silver coin from the ground.

Wang Yuan didn't put it away immediately. Instead, he placed it in his palm, slowly closed his fingers, and clenched it tightly.

A terrifying power erupted in his palm.

The hard silver coin, in his hand, became like soft mud, emitting a bone-chilling "crunch."

It was directly and forcefully kneaded into an irregular lump of silver.

Wang Yuan opened his palm, looked at the deformed silver, and then looked up in the direction Huang Yao's carriage had disappeared.

In his eyes, there was no longer any trace of panic or cowardice.

Only a bone-chilling ferocity and a malevolence that was almost tangible remained!

The violent rage that had been forcibly suppressed in his chest finally found a sliver of an outlet.

He muttered in a low voice, his tone hoarse and cold.

"The Huang Family... truly has great authority."

"Give me a little more time..."

"Today's humiliation, I, Wang Yuan, remember it. I will repay it a hundredfold in the future."

Wang Yuan suppressed the churning malevolence and killing intent in his heart, casually tucking the deformed silver lump into his robes.

Then, he adjusted his breathing and expression before continuing on his way to Panshi Fist Academy.

Only the depths of his eyes held a greater coldness than usual.

Upon entering the academy's inner courtyard, his master, Zheng Shan, was instructing Senior Disciple Brother Shi Long and Second Senior Sister Zheng Ying in their training.

Seeing Wang Yuan enter, Zheng Shan's gaze swept over him.

His originally stern face immediately showed a hint of surprise and relief.

"Xiao Yuan, you... broke through?"

Zheng Shan's voice carried a barely perceptible excitement.

He sensed that Wang Yuan's Blood Essence was flowing smoothly and powerfully, far more robust and condensed than before. He was clearly radiating the aura of a Second Blood Change Martial Artist.

Furthermore, his foundation was as stable as that of ordinary Second Blood Change Martial Artists.

Shi Long and Zheng Ying also stopped their movements and looked over in surprise.

Wang Yuan bowed respectfully:

"Reporting to Master, your disciple has fulfilled his mission and successfully broke through to Second Blood Change yesterday."

"Good! Good! Good!"

Zheng Shan said the word "good" three times in a row. The wrinkles on his face smoothed out, clearly indicating his extreme happiness.

"Second Blood Change in less than three months!"

"With such a foundation and such speed, the revitalization of our Panshi Fist Academy is within reach."

Shi Long's ox-like eyes widened. He stepped forward and patted Wang Yuan's shoulder forcefully, laughing in a deep voice:

"Good kid, you really did it!"

"This speed, it's almost as fast as Old Shi back in the day..."

"Ahem, it's much faster than Old Shi back in the day!"

He had intended to boast about himself.

But under his master's glance, he quickly corrected himself, causing Zheng Ying beside him to cover her mouth and chuckle.

Zheng Ying also praised sincerely:

"Junior Brother has extraordinary talent and works diligently. He is truly a blessing to our academy."

Feeling the genuine joy and care from his master and senior siblings, "Senior Brothers and Sister, you flatter me. Junior Brother has merely put in a bit more effort than others."

The cold malevolence Wang Yuan felt because of Huang Yao slightly dissipated, replaced by a touch of warmth.

Zheng Shan stroked his short beard with satisfaction, looked at Wang Yuan, and said seriously:

"Since you have already broken through to Second Blood Change, with a stable foundation and abundant Blood Essence, you can now learn another martial art to increase your strength and gain broader insights."

"Do you have any thoughts? Would you like to further refine a weapon skill, or perhaps fist techniques, or something else?"

Wang Yuan was prepared. Hearing this, he immediately cupped his fists and said with a firm tone:

"Master, your disciple wishes to learn a Body Refinement Technique!"

"Body Refinement?"

Zheng Shan raised an eyebrow slightly. He didn't agree immediately but pondered before saying:

"Body Refinement Techniques can indeed greatly enhance defense and strength."

"However, the cultivation process is extremely arduous, requiring one to endure hardships unimaginable to ordinary people. Progress is slow, and it consumes a large amount of Blood Essence and resources to temper the physical body."

"It may even affect the progress of other martial arts to a certain extent."

"Are you... truly willing?"

Wang Yuan looked up, his gaze clear and persistent:

"This disciple understands the hardships involved."

"But I believe my physique is adequate, and my Blood Essence is slightly more vigorous than others at the same level. I am willing to endure this suffering to solidify my foundation, so I can walk further in the future!"

"Please grant my request, Master!"

With his Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone constitution, cultivating Body Refinement techniques would undoubtedly yield twice the results with half the effort.

He knew this clearly but couldn't say it aloud.

He couldn't just say, "My talent is invincible, old man, don't stop me from practicing Body Refinement."

Zheng Shan looked at the unwavering determination in Wang Yuan's eyes.

Then, recalling the terrifying strength and physical resilience Wang Yuan had previously displayed, he slowly nodded:

"Very well."

"Since you have this ambition and your physique is indeed extraordinary, cultivating Body Refinement techniques might truly be a path suited for you."

As he spoke, he turned and walked into his study.

A moment later, he took out a Secret Manual with a deep yellow color and an ancient cover, solemnly handing it to Wang Yuan.

On the cover of the Secret Manual were three powerful characters – Vajra Skill!