Power Surge

It took quite a while.

At this point, Qin Hao and the others finally arrived above Mangshan Village.

Looking at the village below, Qin Hao sighed.

"We're finally here."

He had just personally experienced a great battle, yet the village below remained as peaceful and serene as ever.

"Are we there? Good! Prepare to land!"

Hearing Zhong Li Dao's instructions, the Red Feathered Eagle began to descend slowly.

The Red Feathered Eagle flapped its massive wings with a slow rhythm, each beat stirring up gusts of strong wind.

Soon, Qin Hao and the others landed on the ground.

"Right here is fine."

"Let's go!"

The Red Feathered Eagle landed not far from Mangshan Village. The reason they didn't go into the village was that Qin Hao feared scaring the villagers with a Third tier demonic beast.

"Then we'll be going now, Qin Hao."

"Oh! Right, Qin Hao, you should come to the Imperial Capital by the end of next month."

"Huh? Is something happening? Around that time?"

Qin Hao asked, confused.

"At the end of next month is the Heavenly Dragon Guard's annual grand competition. With your strength, you can achieve excellent results. Don't waste this opportunity."

"Okay, I've got it!"

"Good! We'll be waiting for you in the Imperial Capital."

With that, he threw an item towards Qin Hao.

"Here! This contains a Hundred Spirits Bird. Use it to communicate with us when the time comes, and we'll come to pick you up."

Qin Hao took the box containing the Hundred Spirits Bird.

"Got it, Captain!"

"I'll head to the Imperial Capital after some time!"

Qin Hao waved goodbye to Zhong Li Dao and the others.

"Alright! Then we're off! Farewell!"

"Goodbye! Qin Hao!"

"Goodbye!"

"Farewell, Qin Hao!"

Everyone waved goodbye to Qin Hao.

After speaking, the Red Feathered Eagle flapped its enormous wings and soared into the sky, quickly disappearing from Qin Hao's line of sight.

"Ah! I can finally sleep. I actually did so much in just one night!"

"Going home, going home!"

Soon, Qin Hao returned to his own courtyard.

As he spoke, Qin Hao began to check his gains from the night.

Name: Qin Hao

Strength: Strength of one elephant [90000]

Cultivation Methods: Barbarian Bull Fist [Max Level], Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art Second Layer [0/2000]

Attribute Points: 5312

Bloodline: Divine Thunder Barbarian Dragon bloodline [1%]

He had gained over five thousand attribute points!

Looking at the status panel, he could upgrade the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art one more time.

He couldn't help but sigh at how many attribute points were required for cultivation method upgrades.

Just a single level up for the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art had increased the required attribute points tenfold.

He wondered if it would continue to increase tenfold for subsequent levels.

"Congratulations, Host! Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art has been upgraded to the Third Layer!"

A familiar sensation washed over him.

"Ah! It's still as painful as ever! But it's all worth it!"

Qin Hao knew his strength could increase again.

Qin Hao's body began to turn crimson, steaming all over.

A terrifying aura emanated from him.

His body expanded and contracted, expanded and contracted, repeating without end.

After a long while, the heart-wrenching pain finally subsided.

"Ah... it's finally over."

Qin Hao looked at his much stronger body, extremely satisfied!

Name: Qin Hao

Strength: Strength of two elephants [127000]

Cultivation Methods: Barbarian Bull Fist [Max Level], Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art Third Layer [0/20000]

Attribute Points: 3312

Bloodline: Divine Thunder Barbarian Dragon bloodline [(1%)]

Qin Hao looked at his status panel.

His strength had increased by another thirty thousand jin.

"Not bad, not bad!"

Qin Hao was very pleased looking at his status panel!

Just as he was happily admiring it, a smell wafted from his body.

"Ugh? It stinks."

Qin Hao looked at his body, covered in grime and all sorts of filth.

It was a mixture of impurities expelled from his cultivation, dirt, blood, and mashed flesh, creating that smell.

"I should probably wash up, or I won't be able to sleep like this."

With that, Qin Hao went to fetch water, preparing to bathe.

Ten minutes later.

"It's so much more comfortable after washing."

"Ah, I'm tired, time to sleep."

Feeling a wave of sleepiness wash over him, Qin Hao fell asleep almost immediately.

Soon, the next day arrived.

In the quiet dawn, the protagonist Qin Hao stood alone in his spacious yard, his posture as straight as a pine tree.

His eyes were firm, exuding immense willpower and determination.

The iron hammer in his hand, heavy as a thousand pounds, seemed to have become a part of his body, held with ease.

The first ray of sunlight from the sky spilled down, illuminating his resolute face. He took a deep breath, as if to absorb the entire world into his chest.

Then, gripping the iron hammer tightly, he swung it forcefully. In an instant, the air seemed to tear apart, erupting with a thunderous roar.

The iron hammer traced a perfect arc through the air, stirring up a gust of wind that kicked up the dust on the ground, forming a small tornado.

Each hammer swing felt as if it could split the heavens and earth, with rumbling thunder that shook the soul.

The reappearance of the Ghost Tribe made Qin Hao feel a sense of crisis.

Last night's Gui Wuya was just one member of the countless Ghost Tribe, and his strength was astonishing.

And he was merely an insignificant figure among the endless Ghost Tribe.

This made Qin Hao feel immense pressure, but fortunately, he now had the Body Forging system, giving him the qualification to contend with them!

His heart surged like a tidal wave: "This is my strength, my battle, my life! I will use this immense power to break through all obstacles."

"Since I, Qin Hao, have been reborn, I will not live such an unremarkable life."

His figure appeared increasingly imposing under the sunlight, each hammer fall filled with power and rhythm.

Every swing was his control and release of power, and every thunderclap was his inner roar and cry.

His sweat mingled with the dirt, flowing down his rugged face, yet he showed no signs of fatigue. He knew this was his challenge to himself, and his promise to the future.

He wanted to become stronger, strong enough to protect everything. The dawn sky gradually receded, replaced by the dazzling sunlight.

Qin Hao's figure grew ever taller under the sun. He had swung the iron hammer in his hand tens of thousands of times, creating numerous deep pits on the ground, yet his movements did not cease. Each hammer swing was filled with power and determination.

His heart surged like a tide: "I, Qin Hao, will use this strength to protect the people I care about!"

Qin Hao thought about the events of last night with the Ghost Tribe.

His strength was still far from enough! If the Ghost Tribe were to attack again in the future, he would need absolute power.

Only then could he protect his family and the people around him.

With the final thunderous hammer fall, Qin Hao stopped. He looked up at the sky, his face full of resolve.

After a day of training, Qin Hao felt his strength had increased by a tiny bit.

Although this small amount was insignificant compared to Qin Hao's current hundred thousand jin of strength, having it was better than nothing. Accumulating it slowly would yield respectable rewards.

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