One Month, Yi Jin Jing Consummated

In an instant, news of the Mad Sand Gang's annihilation spread through every street and alley.

Sun Wangxian went to see it for himself; the gang's headquarters was a river of blood.

This scene couldn't help but remind him of Li Yan and his group.

Could it be... that both of these matters were truly the work of one person?

Judging by Young Master Wu's reaction, this person was not sent by the Wu family.

If that is the case, then who could have done it?

Sun Wangxian truly found it difficult to read the He brothers.

Regardless, I must maintain a good relationship with them.

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

Since then, Meng Cao had become much more behaved.

Although Master Li was furious, he dared not act too arrogantly because he did not know the identity of the mysterious person.

As for He An, he had been granted a rather long vacation.

He did not rest, continuing to practice day and night.

The proficiency points for Yi Jin Jing and Gale Blade Technique rose rapidly.

Especially for Yi Jin Jing.

In the courtyard, He An looked radiant. He stood tall and still, silently practicing Yi Jin Jing.

Half a cup of tea later.

[Fate: Practice Makes Perfect.]

[Yi Jin Jing: (1/500) Perfection.]

[Gale Blade Technique: (22/400) Minor Achievement.]

As the final stance slowly concluded, a warm aura surged from within his body.

"A month has passed, and the Yi Jin Jing is finally perfected, but..."

Looking at the perfected Yi Jin Jing, yet noting that the skill points still remained, He An pondered secretly:

I just don't know what changes will appear on the panel once the proficiency is maxed out.

He didn't dwell on it; he would know sooner or later anyway, so he continued practicing his blade technique.

Perhaps it was because the Yi Jin Jing had been perfected.

When practicing the Gale Blade Technique again, He An clearly felt that his blade momentum was several points stronger than before.

He An's face lit up with joy.

"Again!"

[Gale Blade Technique +1.] [Gale Blade Technique +1.]

Not far away, watching He An work so hard, a sense of urgency rose in He Ping's heart.

Little An is progressing so fast; I can't keep holding him back.

He called out:

"Rou'er, boil some extra water today!"

"Alright!"

Time ticked by, second by second.

Night fell.

He An exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Having practiced for the entire day, he still felt incredibly light and refreshed.

"After perfecting the Yi Jin Jing, not only have my strength and speed undergone massive changes, but my stamina has also increased significantly."

"At this rate, it might not be long before my Gale Blade Technique can advance further."

Ever since the Gale Blade Technique reached the Minor Achievement stage, He An could clearly feel just how high the intensity of this martial art truly was.

Its actual power was definitely not inferior to any Ninth Rank blade technique.

It might even be on par with an Eighth Rank blade technique.

Extreme speed, paired with the physical strength granted by the Yi Jin Jing.

He An prided himself that even if he were to fight to the death with Sun Wangxian, the other party would not necessarily be guaranteed a win.

Meanwhile.

A full month had passed.

In order to gain a deeper understanding of this world, He An had not turned away any information that came his way. He had even committed a vast number of books regarding the Martial Dao to memory.

Even so, he did not dare to rest for a single moment.

Meng Cao was not dead.

The Meng Family had not been wiped out.

Sooner or later, he would clash with those people.

If his strength was insufficient, the only thing waiting for him would be death.

Most importantly, He An was very clear on one thing.

Although no one knew of the things he had done, it was inevitable that some would grow suspicious.

What he had to do was to possess sufficient strength—strength that would allow him to fear no one—before anyone discovered any clues.

I hope there is still time.

He An sighed.

Watching the night gradually shroud Fangcheng, a hint of worry could not help but rise in his heart.

"Uncle, it's time to eat!"

Soon, a crisp voice cut through the small courtyard.

"Coming!"

Looking at his adorable nephew, a doting smile appeared on He An's face.

On the dining table, a large basin of rice emitted a rich, fragrant aroma.

He An served himself a large bowl with gusto.

Ever since he started practicing martial arts, his appetite had grown significantly.

"He An, eat slowly. There is more if you want it," Wang Rou said with a smile.

He An nodded. After swallowing the rice and vegetables in his mouth, he asked, "By the way, Eldest Sister-in-law, I saw you boiling a lot of water today. Is there something you need it for?"

He Ping interjected, "It's for me."

He An was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized what he meant.

"Big Brother, how is your injury?"

"It has completely healed."

He Ping chuckled softly.

"I can feel that I am not far from the Blood Circulation Realm."

"At this opportune moment, I intend to seize the chance to break through to the Blood Circulation Realm."

"Really?"

He An was pleasantly surprised.

If his big brother made a breakthrough, the pressure on his own shoulders would be much lighter.

"Naturally, it is true."

Wang Rou smiled and chimed in, "Your big brother has been talking about this all night."

"If anything happens in the future, with your big brother looking after things, you won't have to worry so much."

"That is certainly true!" He An poured a cup of wine and clinked it against his brother's.

"Big Brother, I believe in you. You will definitely succeed in this breakthrough."

"This is also thanks to you."

He Ping laughed heartily.

For a moment, the courtyard was filled with joy.

However.

Outside the courtyard wall.

A black shadow flashed past.

Listening to the laughter inside the house, his smile became twisted and terrifying, like a walker from hell.

"You're next."

"You hunted me down back then, yet now your own family lives in such harmony."

"Since that's the case, then die together."

"I just don't know if you're the one who took my things."

"If I find out it was you, I will tear you into a thousand pieces."

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