Breakthrough to Ming Jin, Martial Arts Hall Shaken!

"Boom."

The Blood Qi, freed from mental suppression, immediately began to seethe.

Normally, refining thirty percent of Blood Qi would be enough to generate Force, but Jiang Hao had used his spirit to suppress it until now, refining all of his Blood Qi instead.

The boiling Blood Qi didn't even need any guidance from Jiang Hao.

From within the Blood Qi, strands of a strange, hair-thin power began to sprout.

This power was completely different from Blood Qi.

Each strand contained terrifying strength.

Force!

This was Force!

Even for ordinary martial artists, when Force was born, it was usually scarce.

But because Jiang Hao had suppressed his Blood Qi for so long and refined all of it, Force was now surging forth endlessly.

Time passed, little by little.

After about an hour, Jiang Hao's Blood Qi finally calmed down and stopped seething.

But his body was now filled with Force.

Jiang Hao casually threw a punch.

It was just a simple, straightforward straight punch, yet a sharp "crack" exploded in the air.

A Thousand Gold Cannot Buy an Explosive Sound!

Jiang Hao could now produce an Explosive Sound with a casual punch.

This was the hallmark of the Manifest Force Level.

Realm: Manifest Force (Early Stage)

Bone Quality: 7

Comprehension: 3.5

Spirit: 2

Fierce Tiger Fist: Proficient

Manifest Force: Amplifies 100% Power

Jiang Hao checked his own data.

His realm had indeed reached Manifest Force Early Stage.

There was even a clear line below showing the power amplification of Manifest Force.

He had refined all of his Blood Qi, equivalent to a full ten percent, so the power amplification was doubled.

And this was all without having cultivated a Ming Jin Technique.

"It was worth it to spend three months using my spirit to suppress my Blood Qi. Even though it delayed my entry into Manifest Force by three months, having my newly born Force immediately grant a double power amplification makes it all worthwhile!"

Jiang Hao let out a breath of relief.

For these three months, he had been using his spirit to suppress the restlessness of his Blood Qi, and he had felt the pressure inside.

But now, seeing such good results, all his previous efforts were worth it!

Stepping into the Manifest Force Level meant entering a brand new realm, one that required a new technique.

For the technique, he would naturally have to go find his master, Zhao Heita.

Jiang Hao looked at the sky.

It was almost noon now.

He had been so immersed in his breakthrough that he hadn't realized several hours had passed.

He was destined to be late today.

"Du Juan, prepare the carriage. We're going to the martial arts hall immediately."

"Yes, young master."

The carriage was readied, and Jiang Hao boarded it, quickly arriving at the martial arts hall.

Inside the hall, Second Senior Sister Wen Xiang smiled and said, "Little junior brother, you're late today. Master is very displeased."

Jiang Hao knew Zhao Heita was always strict.

Especially with him.

But Jiang Hao wasn't worried at all. "Second Senior Sister, there's a reason for today. Master shouldn't blame me."

Without explaining further, he went straight to the Martial Arts Hall.

Sure enough, Zhao Heita had a cold face and a stern expression.

"Jiang Hao, why are you late today?"

Zhao Heita asked.

There were many Outer Gate disciples and even students in the Martial Arts Hall.

Today, Zhao Heita was personally instructing, a rare occurrence.

As a result, countless gazes instantly converged on Jiang Hao.

"Is that the Little Senior Brother?"

"Yeah, Little Senior Brother Jiang Hao. I heard he reached the ninth level of the Blood Qi Realm in just one year."

"Unbelievable. Little Senior Brother should only be seven years old, right?"

"A seven-year-old at the ninth level of Blood Qi... even seeing it with my own eyes, I can hardly believe it."

"With Little Senior Brother being so tiny, is he really at the ninth level of Blood Qi?"

The Outer Gate disciples and students of the martial arts school addressed Jiang Hao as "Little Senior Brother." On one hand, he was an Inner Disciple, and by the rules, Outer Gate disciples and students had to call him Senior Brother.

But Jiang Hao was far too young, hence the very special title of "Little Senior Brother."

Jiang Hao didn't mind how others addressed him.

In truth, many Outer Gate disciples and martial arts school students rarely saw Jiang Hao.

But they had all heard many rumors about him.

Yet even now, seeing him in person, it seemed hard to believe that Jiang Hao was a martial artist at the ninth level of Blood Qi.

It was simply too far beyond their imagination.

Martial artists at the ninth level of Blood Qi weren't necessarily all burly and broad-shouldered, but they did all appear robust and powerful.

Jiang Hao was only seven, completely different from the ninth-level Blood Qi martial artists they usually saw.

Facing the gazes and murmurs, Jiang Hao paid them no mind.

He respectfully bowed to Zhao Heita and said, "Master, please hear me out. My Blood Qi just gave birth to Force this morning, which delayed me a bit, so I am late."

Jiang Hao's words were calm.

But that very calm reply made the entire Martial Arts Hall fall silent in an instant.

Even the disciples and students who had been chattering just moments ago were now staring at Jiang Hao in shock.

As if they couldn't believe it.

What had they just heard?

Gave birth to Force?

Had Jiang Hao already broken through to Manifest Force?

How much time had passed?

Just one year.

Just a while ago, he was said to be at the ninth level of Blood Qi, and now he had broken through to Manifest Force?

"What did you say? Gave birth to Force? You've broken through to Manifest Force?"

Zhao Heita's gaze sharpened as well.

"Master, please look."

Jiang Hao didn't explain. He rose and threw a straight punch.

"Crack."

An explosive sound rang in everyone's ears.

"Boom."

The crowd erupted.

A Thousand Gold Cannot Buy an Explosive Sound—they had all heard of that saying.

Only by giving birth to Force could one produce the effect of an "Explosive Sound."

That meant Jiang Hao, only seven years old, had truly stepped into the Manifest Force Level.

"A seven-year-old Ming Jin Martial Artist... has Cang City ever seen one?"

"It seems I've never heard of such a thing."

"Little Senior Brother's talent is truly unbelievable..."

These students and Outer Gate disciples were mostly Blood Qi Realm martial artists.

Not a single one had stepped into Manifest Force.

After all, Ming Jin Martial Artists weren't common in Cang City.

Those who could step into Manifest Force were basically at the level of Inner Disciples in the major martial arts schools, with names and status in Cang City.

"Jiang Hao, come with me."

Zhao Heita, however, showed no sign of joy.

Instead, his expression was somewhat grave as he directly led Jiang Hao out of the Martial Arts Hall.

In his heart, Zhao Heita actually felt a bit disappointed.

He knew that Jiang Hao had been continuously purifying his Blood Qi.

It had only been three months, and he had already given birth to Jin.

How much Blood Qi could he have purified in three months?

Ten percent?

Or twenty percent?

Probably just ten or twenty percent.

Purifying thirty percent was already very difficult.

In Zhao Heita's mind, he had placed high hopes on Jiang Hao.

He hoped Jiang Hao could at least purify thirty percent of his Blood Qi, and even harbored a faint hope that he might purify forty or even fifty percent.

Unfortunately, those hopes were now dashed.

But Zhao Heita also knew that how much Blood Qi could be purified was something Jiang Hao couldn't control.

He could only say that Jiang Hao's luck had been somewhat lacking.

Arriving at the Meditation Room, Zhao Heita let out a long sigh and spoke, "In three months, you've given birth to Jin. The time was too short, but that's fate."

"Tell me, how many percent of your Blood Qi did you purify? Ten percent or twenty percent?"

Hearing this, Jiang Hao looked at Zhao Heita with a somewhat strange expression.

Ten percent? Twenty percent?

How could he have purified so little Blood Qi in three months?

"Could it be that you don't even have ten percent?"

Zhao Heita's heart sank.

That was a possibility.

If he didn't even have ten percent, then although Jiang Hao could be considered a genius in Cang City, compared to those Inner Gate genius disciples of the Huangtian Sect, he would fall far short.

"Master, your disciple has purified all of his Blood Qi!"

Jiang Hao decided to tell the truth.

After all, Zhao Heita would definitely have Jiang Hao unleash his Jin.

And Jiang Hao's Jin was boosted by a full double in power. Zhao Heita would know as soon as he tested it; there was no way to hide it.

"All of your Blood Qi? Ten percent?"

"Throw a punch at me, use all your strength with Ming Jin!"

"Yes, Master."

Jiang Hao suddenly punched out.

An explosive sound rang through the air as the fist instantly landed on Zhao Heita's body.

Jiang Hao's punch was now extremely terrifying.

But the moment it struck Zhao Heita, Jiang Hao felt an even more terrifying force of Jin directly rebound him away.

He could even sense that this was the result of Zhao Heita holding back with all his might.

However, this punch allowed Zhao Heita to personally experience the power of Jiang Hao's Ming Jin.

"This punch... is at least double the strength of any other Ming Jin Martial Artist. The Jin born from purifying all Blood Qi can indeed add a full ten percent of power. So that's how it is..."

"Hahaha, purifying ten percent of Blood Qi! In the entire history of the Huangtian Sect, no one has ever been able to purify ten percent of Blood Qi..."

Zhao Heita was ecstatic.

A genius who had purified ten percent of his Blood Qi, and he was the disciple he had taken in?

He wouldn't have dared to dream of this before.

He was already looking forward to the kind of sensation it would cause when he brought Jiang Hao to the Huangtian Sect.