Intent · Minute Detail!

Intent · Minute Detail! Inside the cluttered house!

Chen An stood where he was, five kinds of intent faintly emerging around him. Even with the Black Tortoise Breath-Concealing Art cultivated, he was somewhat unable to restrain the aura around his body.

The domineering, heavy Mountain-Suppressing Fist Intent of Mountain-Crushing Force; the ceaselessly surging Ninefold Overlapping Waves Palm Intent of the Azure Sea Wave-Turning Palm; the elusive, ever-changing Void Aspect Step Intent of the Flowing Cloud Thousandfold Step; the peerlessly swift Shadow Pursuit Step Intent of the Flying Star Shadow-Chasing Step; and the incomparably sharp Sky-Piercing Blade Intent of the Sky-Piercing God-Slaying Blade—all five intents entwined and resonated with one another.

A majestic aura, seamlessly blending heaviness and speed, hardness and softness, with slaughter hidden within, slowly rose from him and filled the entire cluttered little house.

The broken wood chips and overturned tables and chairs in the room trembled faintly in rhythm with the intents, while ripples too subtle for the naked eye spread through the air.

Chen An frowned!

Martial intent originated from the soul's understanding of martial techniques; it used the intangible to interfere with the tangible.

Although he had also cultivated the Black Tortoise Breath-Concealing Art to perfection, it was ultimately only a low-grade Profound-tier martial technique. It might be able to seal away the vitality and true qi within his body, but it could not lock down the intents he had comprehended.

In fact, he had noticed this point before.

Ever since breaking through to the Grandmaster Realm, he had discovered that the Black Tortoise Breath-Concealing Art was beginning to fall behind his realm.

Innate true astral energy was heavy as mountains, vast and majestic. A single wisp of innate true astral energy was comparable to several hundred wisps of innate true qi.

Though he had cultivated the Black Tortoise Breath-Concealing Art to perfection and could keep the innate true qi within him from leaking out, it was still far from enough for innate true astral energy, whose quality surpassed innate true qi by hundreds of times.

"Hmm, that's not right!"

Just as Chen An was preparing to spend money to see whether he could raise the grade of the Black Tortoise Breath-Concealing Art, he suddenly realized that his mind had become calmer than ever before. His spiritual platform was empty and clear, as though every stray thought had dissipated.

Ever since raising his cultivation to the Grandmaster Realm, even as his strength surged explosively, he had always felt a certain restlessness and a tangle of distracting thoughts.

A typical example was what happened after he learned that Bai Yifan had sent people to cripple him. Not only had he killed the two men sent after him, he had flown directly to the Bai Family and wiped out the entire Bai Family with a single palm strike.

His killing intent had been sharp, and he had acted without the slightest restraint.

Moreover, after confiscating and dividing the enormous wealth the Bai Family had accumulated over many years, a wave of arrogant agitation had risen in his heart. For one moment, he had even wanted to return straight to the county town, forcefully plunder every prominent family, and seize their stored resources through sheer brute strength.

Yet at this moment, he felt that restless, unbridled state of mind had completely vanished. His mind was calmer than ever, as though he had entered the state of a sage.

"Could it be because of intent?!"

A thought surfaced in Chen An's heart.

Intent was an extraordinary ability born from resonance with the martial path, comprehended when a martial artist's spirit and soul broke through the shackles of a martial technique after cultivating it to the extreme.

It relied upon martial techniques, yet transcended them.

It was an alternative elevation of the soul's understanding of martial techniques, and at the same time, it elevated his soul and state of mind.

"I never expected that one's state of mind could be improved through martial intent!"

A smile curved Chen An's lips.

"Perfect!"

"System, consume 200 years to comprehend the Mountain-Crushing intent of Mountain-Crushing Force!"

[ Ding! System activated! ]

[ 200 years of Mountain-Crushing Force intent · Mountain-Crushing cultivation experience is now being distributed... ]

Boom!!~~

The next moment, countless memories of cultivating the Mountain-Crushing intent flooded into his mind.

Ten seconds later!

Chen An opened his eyes, but there was no smile on his face. Instead, his brows drew together slightly.

"Still no breakthrough?!"

That was right. Chen An discovered that even after cultivating for two hundred years this time, his Ninefold Overlapping Waves intent was still hovering at the entry level.

"Hmph, I refuse to believe it. If 200 years isn't enough, what about 500 years? 1,000 years?!"

Chen An narrowed his eyes slightly. Looking at his remaining balance of over 490,000, he immediately commanded:

"System, consume 1,000 years to comprehend the Mountain-Crushing intent of Mountain-Crushing Force!"

[ Ding! System activated! ]

[ 1,000 years of Mountain-Crushing Force intent · Mountain-Crushing cultivation experience is now being distributed... ]

Boom!!!

A heaven-shaking muffled roar exploded within his sea of consciousness, and martial Dao essence several times more immense than before poured into his soul.

The next instant, a terrifying aura like mountains and towering peaks, suppressing all directions, erupted from Chen An and shot into the sky!

Abruptly, Chen An's eyes flew open. Within his pupils, the phantom image of an incomparably vast mountain seemed to emerge, towering and desolate.

He slowly raised his right hand, curled his five fingers inward, and formed a fist. His stance was as steady as an abyssal mountain; he sank his waist and planted his hips, then calmly and unhurriedly sent a light punch forward.

Buzzz!!!~~

A low, heavy tremor rang out from nowhere. The surrounding air abruptly became incomparably heavy and completely froze, as though the whole world had been suspended beneath an ancient invisible mountain.

The ground faintly rose and trembled. Every wood chip and piece of gravel scattered throughout the room was firmly pinned in place by the mountain-like pressure, utterly motionless; not even the slightest dust could rise.

Then, the void suddenly shuddered!

There was no deafening boom of air being torn apart, nor any violent gale of qi. Yet before that seemingly ordinary punch, the space several yards ahead twisted and creased strangely.

The shattered tables and chairs caught within the range of the fist intent did not even have time to make a sound before they were instantly crushed by the invisible fist intent and turned to powder.

Afterward, that mountain-heavy fist intent surged onward with the force of a rushing peak, slamming directly into the blue-brick wall behind it.

The hard, thick blue-brick wall could not withstand the minute-detail Mountain-Crushing Fist Intent. Rather than violently cracking and collapsing, the wall weathered away layer by layer as though it had endured countless years of wind and rain, caving inward.

Pebbles fell in a steady stream. In the blink of an eye, the entire wall was forcibly pierced through, revealing a dark hole nearly half a meter wide, with daylight from outside faintly filtering into the room.

"Minute detail!!!"

Chen An lowered his head and looked at his fist, his gaze flickering as he murmured to himself.

The second realm of intent: minute detail!

In that punch just now, he had not used any of his cultivation power at all. Relying solely on intent that had reached minute detail, he had unleashed a punch of Mountain-Crushing Force.

And with that punch alone, he could twist space, crush objects, and pierce through a wall.

If he were to add the cultivation of the Grandmaster Realm, its power would likely increase by at least a hundredfold, perhaps a thousandfold.

At that time, with one punch, what could not be shattered?!

Chen An felt that if he used another full-powered strike fused with the minute-detail Mountain-Crushing Fist Intent, he could probably crush his former self, whose intent had only been at the entry level, with ease.

Both were in the Grandmaster Realm, and his cultivation had not changed, yet the gap created by a single step into minute detail was already so enormous—it was the difference between clouds and mud.

"Intent at minute detail is already this powerful. If I continue improving it..."

Bang! Bang! Bang!!~~

"Is Chen An here?!"

Just as Chen An's heart stirred and he was preparing to continue raising his intent, a knock suddenly came from beyond the courtyard gate, followed by a loud voice carrying inside...