Time slipped quietly by amid day after day of cultivation, and half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
During that time, Yang Jing visited Liu Maolin every two or three days. Thanks to the nourishing medicine and careful nursing, Liu Maolin's injuries improved steadily. He could now remain conscious, but he was still confined to bed and would not be getting up anytime soon.
That morning, in the front courtyard Martial Training Ground of the Sun Clan Martial Arts School.
Sunlight filtered through the scattered clouds onto the Martial Training Ground, where Yang Jing was practicing the Mountain Collapse Fist with intense concentration.
Fist Wind carried his internal energy with it. Each strike left a faint white streak in the air, and only a paper-thin barrier remained between him and peak hidden strength.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Senior Brother Xu Hong coming through the main entrance. His normally gentle face was solemn. He paused briefly in the outer courtyard, then hurried into the inner courtyard.
"Senior Brother Yang." A little while later, Jiang Haoyang sidled over and lowered his voice. "I just heard someone say that Senior Brother... is going to attempt his breakthrough to transforming strength."
Yang Jing's fists paused, and his expression instantly grew grave.
A breakthrough attempt was a momentous event for any martial artist, especially Xu Hong. He was already thirty, and his blood and qi would soon begin to decline. His two previous attempts at transforming strength had both ended in failure. This was his last chance.
If he failed again, transforming strength would forever remain beyond his reach, and his martial path would essentially have reached its end.
I hope Senior Brother succeeds, Yang Jing silently prayed. He clenched his fists and resumed practicing, though