Limitless Fist, Mastered

"Did you see that? The Cultivation World is like this—bullying the weak and fearing the strong."

Meng Jing came down from the mountain and sat beside Jiang Ping An, lecturing him in the tone of a senior.

"Didn't you say before that we should keep a low profile?" Jiang Ping An said.

Meng Jing's little face froze. In a fit of embarrassment and anger, she snatched the meat from Jiang Ping An's hand.

"Everything depends on the background and circumstances! There's no danger to our lives right now, so of course we should appear as strong as possible!"

"Didn't you take a Grain Avoidance Pill? Why are you still eating meat?"

"What's it to you? I want to eat!"

"But I already bit that piece of meat."

"You stinking Woodhead! Why didn't you say so earlier? I'll beat you to death!"

Above the clouds, Xia Qing watched the two young people fooling around, and a strange expression suddenly appeared on her face.

For some reason, seeing them like this actually made her feel envious.

As the Ninth Princess of the Great Xia Dynasty, Xia Qing had been cultivating ever since she could remember because of her special status. Whenever she tried to sneak off to play, she would be scolded, sometimes even beaten.

She had friends too, but those people were either respectfully fawning over her or scheming with ulterior motives.

Never had there been anyone like these two youths, without benefits mixed between them, only feelings returned in kind.

A moment later, the expression on Xia Qing's face vanished, and she returned to normal.

She was the Ninth Princess of the Great Xia Dynasty. She did not need such superfluous emotions. She had to return to the imperial city and stand atop the pinnacle of power!

Xia Qing's figure flashed, and she disappeared into the clouds.

Over the next few days, without Ma Wei blocking her, Meng Jing finally qualified to continue climbing upward.

For geniuses, advancing in cultivation was not difficult.

What was difficult was learning more advanced arts at the same realm and surpassing other geniuses.

When realms were equal, it came down to who knew more martial arts techniques and cultivation methods, and whose were stronger.

That was why martial arts techniques and cultivation methods were so highly sought after.

Take Jiang Ping An, for example. He had been an ordinary person with ordinary talent, yet because he learned the "Earth Accumulation Art," his abilities as a Spirit Cultivator had undergone earth-shaking changes.

In the days that followed, these geniuses were either fighting or studying higher-level arts in order to reach greater heights.

The resources Princess Xia Qing provided were sufficient. Breaking through realms was not a problem; as long as they built a Solid Foundation, they could easily shatter the barriers between realms.

After a month, Jiang Ping An had initially grasped the first level of the "Limitless Fist," but he was still far from truly mastering it.

The biting cold wind howled and heavy snow drifted through the air. While the others fought atop the mountain, Jiang Ping An stood at its very bottom, practicing the "Limitless Fist" alone in the snow.

Meng Jing had already charged up to the twentieth level. Going any higher would only become more difficult.

In the second month, Great Xia entered its coldest season. The frigid wind was like knives scraping across people's faces.

Dressed in thin, plain clothes, Jiang Ping An stood in the snow and swung his fists against the cold wind. A strange vortex formed around his body, moving freely with the fists he wielded.

Meng Jing had reached the fifteenth level. During that time, she had been knocked down from the fifteenth level many times. Only after breaking through to become an advanced Martial Master did she finally secure her position there.

Jiang Ping An did not attempt a breakthrough. As he had said before, with resources, there was no need to worry about breaking through.

He did not lack resources. What concerned him most was how to cultivate martial arts to their utmost limit.

Three months passed. The weather alternated between cold and warmth, and the frigid winter was nearing its end.

Only two months remained until the final assessment deadline.

Nearly all the geniuses tried to charge toward higher levels. Only a small number had never fought.

Among them were the top three Peerless Heaven's Chosen, as well as Jiang Ping An, who had been practicing his fist technique on the thirtieth level all along.

One day in the fourth month, spring snow fell as Xia Qing appeared once more in the clouds above the mountain.

"Princess, this fellow truly has no ambition at all. It's been four months, yet he hasn't challenged anyone even once."

Xia Qing's personal Maid noticed that Jiang Ping An had not challenged anyone a single time and could not help complaining to Xia Qing.

The more she looked at Jiang Ping An acting so hopelessly, the angrier she became. He was completely wasting the Princess's cultivation and Miss Meng's kindness.

Xia Qing shook her head. "You're mistaken. I thought the same thing before."

The Maid did not understand. "Princess, you mean..."

Xia Qing's beautiful eyes fixed on the youth practicing his fist technique in the snow. Rather than explain directly, she said, "Try flicking a patch of snow in front of you away with your hand."

The Maid was confused. Why did the Princess want her to do such a thing?

Still, she did as the Princess instructed.

The Maid extended her small, fair hand from her sleeve and flicked at the snow before her.

Yet before her hand could even touch the snow, the powerful aura she released shattered it.

The Maid raised her hand and caught a snowflake. The snowflake instantly melted.

"It's simply impossible to flick it away. Spring snow is too soft."

"Then look at Jiang Ping An again," Xia Qing said.

The Maid looked toward Jiang Ping An, and her pupils suddenly contracted.

Jiang Ping An was exchanging punches with a snowflake in the snow. Though they had collided several times, that snowflake had not shattered! It was exceedingly strange.

Xia Qing said seriously, "For these four months, Jiang Ping An has been studying the Limitless Fist. He has already fully mastered the first level."

The Maid's heart pounded violently. This fellow had actually learned the "Limitless Fist" in only four months!

Of course she knew of the "Limitless Fist." It was an extremely famous Fist Technique. Rumor had it that it had been created by a senior after observing the Supreme Divine Art, the "Yin Yang Heart Sutra."

This art was difficult to cultivate and placed extremely high demands on its learner.

It was not that it required exceptionally high talent, but that the cultivator's temperament had to be calm and steady.

Anyone impatient and impetuous would never be able to learn it.

Seeing that the Maid understood, Xia Qing continued, "I previously thought this youth lacked the will to advance. Now it seems he has been enduring all along."

"He needed to endure the cold looks and disdain of others, endure his desire for more resources, and endure the pride of being a genius."

"This child has a steady temperament. Given time, his achievements will surely be beyond measure."

The Maid was stunned for a long while. She had not expected the Princess to hold Jiang Ping An in such high regard.

The Maid pursed her lips. "Isn't that only because the Heavenly Profound Pill improved his talent?"

Xia Qing asked in return, "By your reasoning, wouldn't my current achievements only be because I am the Ninth Princess of the Great Xia Dynasty and possess the Xia family bloodline?"

The Maid was so frightened that she hurriedly lowered her head. "This servant dares not!"

Xia Qing smiled indifferently. "You may say that someone is poor, but after that person achieves something, you cannot simply say he was lucky."

"The Heavenly Dao turns, and fortune reaches the heavens. Which expert who reaches the pinnacle does not possess heaven-defying luck?"

"Compared to those born with powerful talent, such as the Divine Phoenix Body and the Myriad Gold Body, the little luck Jiang Ping An gained amounts to nothing at all."

"All causes and effects were won through his own striving."

The Maid lowered her head and said respectfully, "This servant has been taught."

Xia Qing looked toward Jiang Ping An again. "If nothing unexpected happens, he will begin challenging others in the final month."

"If he is lucky, perhaps he can rely on the Limitless Fist to reach the top twenty."

Although Jiang Ping An's mastery of the first level of the "Limitless Fist" in only four months had somewhat surprised Xia Qing,

she still did not think too highly of him.

There was no way he could claim one of the final ten spots. Only one month remained; he had no time left to continue growing.

As for the wager Jiang Ping An had made with her, that he would place among the top ten in the Genius Competition, she had long since thrown it to the back of her mind and did not remember it at all.