"Boom."
Without his mental force suppressing it, his Blood Qi immediately began to boil.
Purifying thirty percent of his Blood Qi should have been enough to produce force, but Jiang Hao had forcibly suppressed it with his mind until now, when all his Blood Qi had been purified.
The boiling Blood Qi did not even need any guidance from Jiang Hao.
Strands of miraculous power, as fine as hairs, began to emerge from within his Blood Qi.
This power was utterly different from Blood Qi.
Every strand contained terrifying strength.
Force!
This was force!
Ordinary martial artists produced very little force, even after it was born.
But Jiang Hao had suppressed his Blood Qi for too long and purified all of it, so force now surged forth without end.
Time slowly passed.
About an hour later, Jiang Hao's Blood Qi finally settled and stopped boiling.
Yet his body was already filled with force.
Jiang Hao casually threw a punch.
It was merely a simple straight punch, yet a sharp pop exploded through the air.
A Thousand Gold Cannot Buy an Explosive Sound!
Jiang Hao could now casually produce an explosive sound with a punch.
This was the hallmark of Manifest Force.
Cultivation: Manifest Force (Early Stage) Bone Quality: 7 Comprehension: 3.5 Mental Force: 2 Fierce Tiger Fist: Proficient Manifest Force: 100% power enhancement
Jiang Hao checked his own stats.
His cultivation had indeed reached the early stage of Manifest Force.
There was even a clear indication of Manifest Force's power enhancement below.
He had purified all of his Blood Qi, equivalent to purifying ten percent, so his power was doubled.
Moreover, this was without cultivating a Ming Jin Technique.
"I did not waste three months suppressing my Blood Qi with mental force. Though I entered Manifest Force three months later, the force I just produced already has double the power. It was absolutely worth it!"
Jiang Hao let out a sigh of relief.
For the past three months, he had constantly used his mental force to suppress the agitation of his Blood Qi. He had actually been under considerable pressure.
But now that he saw such excellent results, all his previous efforts had been worthwhile!
Stepping into the Manifest Force Level meant entering an entirely new realm, one that required new techniques.
Naturally, he would have to seek out his master, Zhao Heita, for the techniques.
Jiang Hao looked at the sky.
It was already close to noon.
He had been so immersed in his breakthrough that he had not realized several hours had passed.
He was destined to be late today.
"Du Juan, prepare the carriage. We're going to the martial hall immediately."
"Yes, Young Master."
Once the carriage was ready, Jiang Hao climbed aboard and swiftly headed for the martial hall.
Inside the martial hall, Second Senior Sister Wen Xiang said with a smile, "Little Junior Brother, you're late today. Master is very unhappy."
Jiang Hao knew Zhao Heita had always been strict.
Especially with him.
Yet Jiang Hao was not worried in the slightest. "Second Senior Sister, there was a reason for it today. Master probably won't blame me."
He did not explain further and went straight to the Martial Arts Hall.
Sure enough, Zhao Heita wore a dark expression, his face stern.
"Jiang Hao, why are you late today?"
Zhao Heita asked.
There were many Outer Gate disciples in the Martial Arts Hall, along with some students.
Zhao Heita was personally giving instruction today, a rare occurrence.
Thus, countless gazes instantly focused on Jiang Hao.
"So that's Little Senior Brother?"
"Yes, Little Senior Brother Jiang Hao. I heard he reached the ninth level of the Blood Qi Realm in just one year."
"That's unbelievable. Little Senior Brother is only seven years old, isn't he?"
"The ninth level of Blood Qi at seven years old... Even seeing it with my own eyes, I can hardly believe it."
"Little Senior Brother is just this tiny. Is he really at the ninth level of Blood Qi?"
The Outer Gate disciples and students of the martial hall called Jiang Hao "Little Senior Brother." On one hand, he was an Inner Disciple, and by the rules, Outer Gate disciples and students alike had to address him as Senior Brother.
But Jiang Hao was simply too young, so he acquired the very special title of "Little Senior Brother."
Jiang Hao did not mind how everyone addressed him.
In fact, many Outer Gate disciples and martial hall students rarely saw Jiang Hao.
But they had all heard many stories about him.
Yet even seeing him in person now, they still found it difficult to believe that Jiang Hao was a ninth-level Blood Qi martial artist.
It was simply too far beyond their imagination.
Ninth-level Blood Qi martial artists were not all broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, but every one of them looked strong and powerful.
Jiang Hao was only seven, completely unlike the ninth-level Blood Qi martial artists they usually saw.
Facing the countless stares and murmurs, Jiang Hao paid them no heed.
He respectfully bowed to Zhao Heita and said, "Master, please allow this disciple to explain. My Blood Qi produced force this morning, which delayed me for some time. That is why I arrived late."
Jiang Hao's words were calm.
Yet that calm answer instantly silenced the entire Martial Arts Hall.
Even the disciples and students who had been chatting moments ago now stared at Jiang Hao in utter shock.
As if they could not believe it.
What had they just heard?
His Blood Qi had produced force?
Had Jiang Hao broken through to Manifest Force already?
How long had it been?
Only a year.
Not long ago, they had said he was at the ninth level of Blood Qi, and now he had broken through to Manifest Force?
"What did you say? Your Blood Qi produced force? You broke through to Manifest Force?"
Zhao Heita's gaze sharpened as well.
"Master, please see for yourself."
Jiang Hao did not explain. He rose and directly threw a straight punch.
Pop.
An explosive sound rang out in everyone's ears.
"Boom!"
The crowd erupted.
They had all heard of A Thousand Gold Cannot Buy an Explosive Sound.
Only by producing force could one create the effect of an Explosive Sound.
In other words, seven-year-old Jiang Hao had truly entered the Manifest Force Level.
"A Manifest Force martial artist at only seven years old... Has Cang City ever had one?"
"I don't think I've ever heard of one."
"Little Senior Brother's talent is truly unbelievable..."
These students and Outer Gate disciples were basically all Blood Qi Realm martial artists.
Not a single one had stepped into Manifest Force.
After all, Manifest Force martial artists were not cabbages growing by the roadside in Cang City.
Those who could enter Manifest Force were generally Inner Disciples of the major martial halls. They were people of standing and reputation in Cang City.
"Jiang Hao, come with me."
Zhao Heita showed no sign of happiness.
Instead, his expression was somewhat grave as he directly led Jiang Hao away from the Martial Arts Hall.
Zhao Heita was actually a little disappointed.
He knew that Jiang Hao had been purifying his Blood Qi all along.
Yet force had been born after only three months.
How much Blood Qi could he purify in three months?
Ten percent?
Or twenty percent?
Probably only ten or twenty percent.
Purifying thirty percent was already extremely difficult.
Zhao Heita had placed great hopes on Jiang Hao.
He had hoped Jiang Hao could purify at least thirty percent of his Blood Qi. He had even harbored a faint hope that Jiang Hao might purify forty or fifty percent.
Unfortunately, all those hopes had now fallen through.
But Zhao Heita also knew that Jiang Hao could not control how much Blood Qi he managed to purify.
It could only be said that Jiang Hao's luck was somewhat lacking.
After arriving at the Meditation Room, Zhao Heita let out a long sigh and said, "You produced force after only three months. The time was too short, but that is fate."
"Tell me, how much Blood Qi did you purify? Ten percent or twenty percent?"
Jiang Hao looked at Zhao Heita with a strange expression.
Ten percent? Twenty percent?
How could he possibly have purified so little Blood Qi in three months?
"Don't tell me you didn't even purify ten percent?"
Zhao Heita's heart sank.
That was possible.
If Jiang Hao had not even purified ten percent, then although he could still be considered a genius in Cang City, he would fall far behind those genius Inner Disciples of the Huangtian Sect.
"Master, this disciple purified all of his Blood Qi!"
Jiang Hao decided to tell the truth.
After all, Zhao Heita would definitely have him strike with force.
And Jiang Hao's force carried double power. Zhao Heita would know the moment he tested it, so there was no way to hide it.
"All of your Blood Qi? One hundred percent?"
"Throw a punch at me. Use your full Manifest Force!"
"Yes, Master."
Jiang Hao suddenly launched a punch.
An explosive sound burst through the air as his punch landed on Zhao Heita's body.
Jiang Hao's punch was already terrifyingly powerful now.
But the instant it landed on Zhao Heita, Jiang Hao felt an even more terrifying force directly send him flying back.
He could even sense that this was the result of Zhao Heita restraining his full strength.
However, that punch allowed Zhao Heita to personally experience the power of Jiang Hao's Manifest Force.
"This punch... possesses at least twice the power of another Manifest Force martial artist. The force born from purifying all one's Blood Qi can add one hundred percent more power. So it truly is so..."
"Hahaha, purifying one hundred percent of one's Blood Qi! In the entire history of the Huangtian Sect, no one has ever purified one hundred percent of their Blood Qi..."
Zhao Heita was incomparably excited.
A genius who had purified one hundred percent of his Blood Qi was actually his disciple?
He had not even dared dream of such a thing before.
He was already looking forward to the stir Jiang Hao would cause when he brought him to the Huangtian Sect.
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