Nine Thunderclap Strikes for the Rankings

In the courtyard, Ye Xiwen took out all his possessions: ten Low-Grade Spirit Stones. That was everything he had. He absorbed the spiritual energy within the stones and converted it into true qi. Then he focused his mind and calmed his breath, and that special space appeared once more. Ye Xiwen continued concentrating, and just as he had expected, he entered that space in one stroke.

Ye Xiwen did not waste any time. He immediately controlled the divine sense within the special space and began deducing the essence of the Thunderclap Hand. Countless pieces of information instantly surged into his mind!

Ye Xiwen was overjoyed. It seemed his guess had been correct. Not only could Inner Energy Skills be deduced, but Martial Skills were no exception.

He broke down the essence of the Thunderclap Hand and practiced it again and again. In a daze, his movements became like drifting clouds and flowing water, able to advance and withdraw as he pleased.

Ye Xiwen began practicing the Thunderclap Hand. It had four moves: Thunderous Gale, Lightning Flashes and Thunder Roars, Ghostly Thunder Axe, and Sudden Wind and Thunder. Though there were not many moves, they were easy to learn but difficult to master, and exceedingly hard to cultivate to the pinnacle.

Rumble!

Ye Xiwen struck out with palm after palm, quickly running through the entire Thunderclap Hand once.

Ye Xiwen practiced the Thunderclap Hand over and over. Suddenly, he discovered that insights into the Thunderclap Hand were continuously flooding into his mind. If his previous rate of comprehension had been like a small stream, then his current rate was surely like the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, surging onward without end.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Who knew how much time had passed? Every time Ye Xiwen sent out a palm strike, it faintly carried a hint of thunder. This was clearly an unusual phenomenon that only appeared after the Thunderclap Hand had been cultivated to a certain level.

Thunderous Gale! Ye Xiwen shouted softly. His right hand shot out like lightning, producing several muffled sounds as it slammed into a hard bluestone slab. The slab was blasted apart on the spot, and more than half of it was reduced directly to powder.

Ye Xiwen looked at his hands and said in disbelief, "I never thought that merely deducing a small part of the Thunderclap Hand's essence would let me strike two thunderclaps. If I keep deducing it, perhaps I really can strike nine thunderclaps within a month!"

One had to know that this set of Thunderclap Hand techniques was easy to learn but difficult to master. Yet in such a short time, relying on the insights from the special space, he had broken through again and again, reaching the level of two thunderclaps.

The Thunderclap Hand was easy to learn but difficult to master. Those capable of striking two thunderclaps were generally veterans who had trained for over a year. As for striking nine thunderclaps, many people could practice for an entire lifetime without reaching that point.

A series of crackling sounds came from Ye Xiwen's body. Bit by bit, black impurities seeped out along with his sweat, and his physical body became even more pure.

Ye Xiwen discovered that after the Thunderclap Hand broke through to two thunderclaps, his strength had actually increased.

Ye Xiwen was immediately overjoyed. He threw a punch, and even the air burst with crackling explosions.

His strength had risen in one leap from five hundred seventy jin to six hundred thirty jin, an increase of a full sixty jin. He had not expected each thunderclap of the Nine Thunderclap Strikes to differ by so much.

The Houtian Fourth Stage was the first watershed. After reaching the Houtian Fourth Stage, one's strength reached five hundred jin—the strength of a tiger—fierce and mighty beyond measure.

At the Houtian Fifth Stage, one's strength soared even further, reaching one thousand jin: Two Tigers Strength.

He had not expected cultivating the Thunderclap Hand to the second thunderclap would increase his strength by so much.

Ordinary people would not gain such great results from cultivation, because they broke through one level at a time. Ye Xiwen was different; he had broken through overnight, so the increase in strength was especially obvious.

Rumble!

The sky was just beginning to brighten, and the rising sun had just emerged. In Ye Xiwen's small courtyard, he tirelessly continued practicing the Thunderclap Hand. He had already practiced it for an entire night.

Ye Xiwen's palm techniques were rounded and unbroken, flowing as smoothly as water without obstruction. Thanks to the practice within the special space, cultivating palm techniques came to him like drifting clouds and flowing water, effortless as picking something up at hand, as though he had long been intimately familiar with them.

Ye Xiwen practiced the Thunderclap Hand meticulously, again and again. The entire courtyard was filled with rumbling sounds like thunder. After finishing another round of the Thunderclap Hand, Ye Xiwen's entire body was soaked through. He felt utterly refreshed, while steam rose from all over his body, almost as though he were shrouded in clouds and mist.

Every time Ye Xiwen practiced the Thunderclap Hand, true qi circulated through his entire body once. His qi and blood grew more vigorous, and his strength increased by quite a bit.

At first, the effect was extremely obvious. Nearly every time Ye Xiwen completed a round of the Thunderclap Hand, his strength increased by one jin. Later, the effects grew weaker and weaker, but every ten rounds still increased his strength by nearly one jin.

After three days, Ye Xiwen's strength increased by another two hundred forty jin, reaching eight hundred seventy jin!

Lightning Flashes and Thunder Roars! Ye Xiwen roared, and one palm strike actually produced four thunderous explosions. In other words, after three days, he had cultivated another two thunderclaps.

The tremendous thunderous explosions were no different from those within the special space.

One sound!

Two sounds!

Three sounds!

Four sounds!

Ye Xiwen easily struck the fourth thunderclap. The barrier that had originally obstructed his progress seemed to vanish in an instant.

Ordinarily, even after practicing the Thunderclap Hand once, it was difficult to gain even a trace of insight. Yet when he practiced the Thunderclap Hand within the space just now, an enormous amount of insight and information flooded into his mind. Compared to reality, the rate of deduction was more than a hundred times faster.

However, there was one drawback: it consumed Spirit Stones far too quickly. Cultivating the Thunderclap Hand to the fourth thunderclap had completely used up the ten Spirit Stones he had painstakingly saved.

Of course, the results were also exceptionally good. Ye Xiwen would absolutely not give it up.

Ye Xiwen desperately needed Spirit Stones now, but he had completely used them all up. Ye Kongming should have quite a few Spirit Stones, after all. Spirit Stones were hard currency in the True Martial Realm; they could be used not only for cultivation, but also as currency.

But there was no way to explain it to Ye Kongming. Under normal circumstances, it was impossible to use up all those Spirit Stones in such a short time.

At this point, Ye Xiwen had no choice but to stop, because the ten Low-Grade Spirit Stones he had used to deduce the essence of the Thunderclap Hand had been completely exhausted. Devoid of all spiritual energy, the Spirit Stones had turned into a pile of white powder.

Very quickly, Ye Xiwen made his decision. He would go to the back mountains of Green Peak Mountain to temper himself. The Yi Yuan Sect was located within Green Peak Mountain, where quite a few ferocious demon beasts roamed. These demon beasts were vicious beasts that possessed demon power.

More importantly, if he wanted to deduce all sorts of martial essences, he would need to hunt demon beasts in exchange for crystals. The special space in his mind consumed crystals far too quickly.

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