Yang Jing forcibly suppressed the excitement surging in his heart and drew a deep breath, pure origin energy swelling in his chest. Then he straightened and rose, eager to put it to the test.
Just how much had his cultivation efficiency changed now that his root bone had risen to sixth grade?
But the instant he stood steady, he keenly sensed an indescribably greasy discomfort all over his body, as though he were wrapped in a thin coating of mud.
Yang Jing instinctively lowered his head to look at the backs of his hands. A thin layer of grayish-brown, sticky impurities covered his formerly smooth skin.
He quickly rolled up his sleeves. His forearms, elbows, and even his exposed neck were all the same, while a faint, rank odor drifted into his nostrils.
Yang Jing raised his eyebrows, surprise flashing across his face before giving way to understanding.
Though the smell made him uncomfortable, he knew that expelling the impurities buried deep in his flesh and bones so thoroughly proved how effective the Bone Jade Pill's sinew-cleansing and marrow-washing had been. It far surpassed the ordinary cleansing that accompanied his previous cultivation breakthroughs.
For the moment, he could not be bothered to clean himself up. Casting those trifles aside, he moved in a blur and planted himself in the center of the spacious training room, ready to practice the Mountain-Splitting Seal and experience firsthand the qualitative change brought by his improved root bone.
As his mind focused, Yang Jing's figure sprang into motion.
It was still the same incomparably fierce fist technique, his fists cleaving the air with howling gusts.
Every punch was steady and powerful, internal qi surging through his meridians like mighty rivers.
Dull qi blasts rang out one after another in the training room, while dense origin