Jia-25 Room.
Feeling the surging power in his palms, Huang Tian clasped his hands together and slowly let his qi and blood disperse. The crimson-gold dragon on his palms gradually faded, its terrifying strength vanishing into the air. Yet even as it disappeared, it had raised the temperature inside the room considerably. Staying there felt like standing inside a great cauldron at a rolling boil.
"Bang~"
Huang Tian opened the door, and a cool breeze rushed in. Outside, night had fallen, the moon shone bright amid sparse stars, and insects rustled in the darkness.
"I didn't expect it to take this long. It's late at night again..."
He went outside and drew a bucket of water. The cool water poured over his knotted muscles, which glimmered faintly in the moonlight.
As he washed, he thought, After this breakthrough, my body can hold spiritual energy and convert it into true qi. Only martial artists who have perfected the third transformation of qi and blood can do that.
My sinews, bones, skin, and membranes have all been tempered now. My qi-and-blood strength is only a little short of a seventh-grade martial artist's, and the gap isn't large. By my estimate, if I take three Blood-Condensing Pills every day, in ten days! In ten days, I'll break through again and become a seventh-grade martial artist!
But he had already used up all the Blood-Condensing Pills Xia Hong had given him, and Xia Hong had gone after the vicious criminals with his men. He wouldn't be back for a while.
But that's all right. Tomorrow, when I go to the training ground and announce that I've broken through again and become an eighth-grade martial artist, I'll surely attract even more attention. This time is different from last time.
*When I broke through to ninth