Major Accomplishment Breath Concealment Art! Arriving Without Shadow, Departing Without Trace!

Su Haoran even had a feeling that the Dragon Elephant Skill, even at the Minor Accomplishment stage, provided him with an increase far exceeding the combined effects of multiple techniques like the Perfection stage Iron Cloth Shirt and Arhat Fist!

This was no longer a power on the same level!

Su Haoran's fighting spirit surged, and he needed a target to test his current strength.

He casually walked out of the woodshed and came to the foot of a waterfall behind the mountain temple.

The waterfall had been eroding the area for years, and many large rocks were scattered around the pool. These stones were polished incredibly smooth by the water flow and were as hard as iron.

There was once a rumor that the temple had intended to develop this place into a training ground, but even the elders at the Perfection stage of Skin Tempering, with their immense strength, couldn't damage these bluestones even slightly, so they had to abandon the idea.

Su Haoran's gaze locked onto a dark blue-black boulder, half a person's height and weighing a thousand pounds.

He approached the boulder, took a deep breath, and instantly mobilized the Dragon Elephant power within him.

There were no flashy moves, nor any astonishing aura.

He simply, and plainly, drew his right fist back to his waist and then, with an ordinary motion, threw a punch.

Bang!

A dull thud.

Su Haoran's fist landed squarely on the boulder.

However, the scene of flying stone fragments he had expected did not materialize.

The hard boulder merely trembled slightly, and not even a single crack appeared on its surface.

It was as if Su Haoran's full-power punch had only tickled it.

If an outsider were present, they would probably burst out laughing on the spot, thinking it was all for show.

But a satisfied smile appeared on Su Haoran's face.

He slowly retracted his fist, stood with his hands behind his back, and quietly looked at the boulder.

One breath... two breaths... three breaths...

At the moment of the third breath!

Crack!

A crisp, unusual sound came from within the boulder.

Following that, as if a chain reaction, a dense series of "cracks" echoed endlessly!

The surface of the seemingly unharmed boulder suddenly revealed countless fine, web-like cracks, which rapidly spread across the entire stone at a visible speed!

Boom—!

The next moment, without any external force touching it, this hard boulder weighing over a thousand pounds exploded with a deafening roar, as if detonated from within by explosives!

It didn't break into pieces but turned directly into a pile of powder and small debris, which were blown away by the mountain wind, rustling down.

A thousand-year-old bluestone turned to dust in an instant!

This was the Power of One Dragon and One Elephant!

The terrifying immense force condensed without dispersing, penetrating the surface and reaching the core, destroying it completely from the inside!

"Good! Good! Good!"

Su Haoran was deeply moved.

He clenched his fist, feeling the seemingly endless power, and his eyes blazed with strong confidence.

"Crimson Hair Stronghold's First Boss, Crimson Beard Dragon Xiong Ba..."

The image of the burly figure who had heavily injured Elder Hui Jue with a single palm appeared in Su Haoran's mind.

"So what if he's in the Bone Forging Realm?!"

"If I faced him again now, it's yet to be known who would win!"

Su Haoran had a strong intuition that with the Dragon Elephant Skill at Minor Accomplishment, even if his opponent was a Bone Forging Realm expert, he would absolutely have the strength to fight, and perhaps even... a greater chance of winning!

The surge in power did not make Su Haoran lose his head.

He knew better than anyone that when walking the jianghu, while great strength was important, knowing how to conceal one's power was equally a crucial method for survival.

He then recalled the Breath Concealment Art he had obtained from the Ghost Shadow Leopard Cat.

"Power is the sword, and concealment is the sheath. A sword without a sheath, with its edge exposed, easily invites jealousy. Now that the Dragon Elephant Skill has reached Minor Accomplishment, my Blood Essence is far more vigorous than before. If I don't restrain it, people might sense it from afar. It's time to elevate the Breath Concealment Art."

Having made up his mind, Su Haoran entered seclusion once more.

With the profound understanding of Blood Essence circulation gained from cultivating the Dragon Elephant Skill and his increasingly advanced Comprehension, he found cultivating this unconventional auxiliary technique much easier, making rapid progress.

In just a few days, he felt his control over his aura had reached an entirely new level.

If the introductory stage of the Breath Concealment Art was about forcefully suppressing and hiding one's aura.

Then now, with a single thought, his body's vigorous Blood Essence, like a roaring furnace, flowed like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, naturally integrating into his limbs and bones, merging with the aura of heaven and earth, becoming indistinguishable.

His entire being seemed to instantly vanish from this world.

[Technique: ...Breath Concealment Art (Major Accomplishment 1%)]

Outside, it was already a world of white, with snow blanketing everything in sight.

Su Haoran pushed open his door and looked at the thick layer of snow covering the ground in the courtyard. A thought struck him, and he suddenly recalled scenes from his childhood before he transmigrated, scattering rice in the snow to catch sparrows.

"Birds are naturally alert, with senses far sharper than ordinary people. Army scouts often use the movements of forest birds to detect ambushes. If even they can't sense my presence, then there are probably very few people in this world who can see through my disguise."

He found some millet from the kitchen and casually walked to a clear spot in the center of the courtyard, scattering the millet on the snow.

The golden millet stood out vividly against the white snow.

After doing this, Su Haoran retreated to a dead tree about thirty feet away. With a thought, his perfected Breath Concealment Art was activated.

His breathing became deep and long, almost imperceptible.

His heartbeat also slowed, and the fluctuations of his Blood Essence completely subsided. He stood there quietly, as if he had completely merged with the dead tree behind him and the surrounding ice and snow.

A cold wind blew, swirling up snow dust from the ground. Time ticked by second by second.

Finally, a few sparrows, appearing from who knows where, discovered the food on the snow.

They chirped noisily, circled twice, and after confirming there was no danger, they cautiously landed.

These little creatures were very skittish. After pecking at a grain of millet, they would immediately raise their heads, their beady black eyes warily scanning their surroundings.

Meanwhile, Su Haoran stood motionless.

The sparrows' gazes swept past his location several times, but it was as if they saw nothing, showing no panic or unease.

Su Haoran began to move.

His footsteps were light and slow, falling on the thick snow without making a sound.

He was like a shadow slowly moving across the snow, a phantom.

Thirty feet... twenty-seven feet... twenty-four feet...

He drew closer and closer to the flock of sparrows pecking at the food.

The sparrows remained highly vigilant, eating a peck, then looking around. Any slight disturbance was enough to send them scattering instantly.

However, Su Haoran's approach was like the flow of air, the change of light and shadow, a completely natural phenomenon.

They looked, but it was as if they didn't see, completely failing to recognize the approaching human silhouette as a "threat."

Fifteen feet...

Twelve feet...

Nine feet...

Su Haoran's steps halted less than three feet away from the nearest sparrow!

At this distance, he could clearly see the texture of the sparrow's feathers and its small, beady black eyes.

If he wanted to, he could snatch the little creature with one hand.

Yet, the sparrow remained completely unaware!

It raised its head again, its beady black eyes scanning around blankly, then lowered its head once more, contentedly pecking at the millet on the ground.

In its perception, there was nothing in front of it!

Su Haoran slowly straightened up, filled with shock and satisfaction.

"Too powerful! This Breath Concealment Art is truly a divine skill!"

If even such incredibly clever birds and beasts couldn't sense his presence, how could ordinary martial artists, whose senses were far inferior to those of birds and beasts, possibly detect him!

With this perfected Breath Concealment Art, he practically possessed the most perfect invisibility cloak!

He could use it for silent assassinations or for a swift, unnoticed escape.

The world was vast, and he could go anywhere!