Lingxi Peak, halfway up the mountain, in the Training Room area.
Inside the Grade-B Training Room that Yang Jing had all but rented long-term.
Fist Wind whistled and currents of energy surged as he focused on practicing the Mountain-Splitting Seal, his figure twisting and darting through the center of the stone chamber.
Every punch carried increasingly concentrated, ferocious force. His fists stirred the surrounding air, sending faint ripples through it.
After two hours of arduous practice, Yang Jing slowly drew back his fists, letting his internal qi flow through his meridians and settle into his dantian.
He wiped the beads of sweat rolling down his temple and walked to a corner of the Training Room, where a small stone table now stood.
A white porcelain plate on the table held large chunks of Fine Exotic Beast Meat. Its grain was clearly defined, and it still retained a faint warmth.
He picked up a piece and chewed with hearty bites. The savory flavor of the exotic beast meat spread through his mouth, and rich vital essence slipped down his throat into his stomach, slowly nourishing his body, tired from training, and replenishing his spent strength.
As Yang Jing feasted, he considered his plans for later.
Once he finished this round of fist practice, he would visit Yunxi Peak, pick up Senior Sister Ningxiang, and take her off the island for a meal.
Just last night, after two breakthrough attempts, Senior Sister Ningxiang had finally reached transforming strength. She was now a genuine transforming strength expert.
They had agreed to share a meal today and properly celebrate.
Besides, Lin Ziheng, Fang He, and Yan Chenglong had somehow gotten wind of the news. They had come looking for him first thing that morning, full of excitement, clamoring for an evening gathering to congratulate