Primal Unity Wishful Stance

Bronze Energy: 1 (accumulating)

Realm: Mid Qi-Channeling Realm (+)

Status: Internal injuries, half of meridians blocked

Seeing the extra point of Bronze Energy on the panel, Wu Yi nearly laughed out loud.

But Li Kuai and Zhou Man were still beside him, so Wu Yi could only force himself to remain calm.

Happy as he was, Wu Yi still felt a trace of confusion.

It was only the Hour of the Pig. Tomorrow had not yet arrived, and he had already used today's Bronze Energy at noon.

So where had this extra point of Bronze Energy come from?

Could it be that two points could actually be accumulated in a single day?

No, there had to be something I had overlooked.

Wu Yi crossed his arms over his chest, rubbed his chin with his right hand, and lowered his head in deep thought.

Seeing Wu Yi like this, Zhou Man and Li Kuai did not dare disturb him and could only watch him quietly.

"Ah, excellent! I know!"

Wu Yi suddenly cried out excitedly.

Startling Zhou Man and Li Kuai into shuddering.

"Brother Yi, what do you know?"

Unable to suppress his curiosity, Li Kuai cautiously asked Wu Yi.

Wu Yi merely gave him a mysteriously faint smile before saying, "It's getting late. You should hurry and rest. Tomorrow, I'll personally instruct you in martial arts!"

"Zhou Man, if you don't want to go back, you can stay at the martial hall. There are still a few empty rooms here."

Hearing this, Zhou Man hurriedly declined Wu Yi's kind offer.

Wu Yi did not mind. He knew Zhou Man was worried about his bedridden mother, so he did not press the matter.

When Li Kuai heard that Wu Yi would personally guide their training tomorrow, he was so delighted he could not close his mouth. He even reminded Zhou Man not to arrive late tomorrow.

Otherwise, he would learn all of Wu Yi's secret techniques by himself.

Seeing the smiles on his two disciples' faces, Wu Yi's joy grew several degrees stronger.

If anything unusual had happened today, it was only that he had severely injured that Skin-Painting Demon aboard the Su Household's tower ship.

But now, it seemed that Skin-Painting Demon had ultimately died.

That made sense. Judging by its injuries at the time, even a Daluo Golden Immortal would probably have been helpless.

So killing demons could accumulate energy too...

Wu Yi silently committed this to memory.

One day, he would kill every demon beneath heaven.

The next day, inside True Intent Martial Hall.

Li Kuai and Zhou Man stood in stances together on the open ground of the martial hall beneath the blazing sun.

They were practicing True Intent Martial Hall's introductory stance technique—the Primal Unity Wishful Stance.

Though they practiced the same stance technique, the expressions on their faces were completely different, and even their postures differed somewhat.

Zhou Man looked calm as he assumed the Primal Unity Wishful Stance.

His hands formed a circle as though embracing the great void. His legs rooted into the ground like an old tree's tangled roots, his body sank low, and his entire frame became a rounded whole—solid below, empty above.

Then there was Li Kuai. Before he had even stood for half an hour, sweat the size of beans rolled down his face. His complexion was pale, and he bit hard on his lower lip.

His stance had long since twisted out of shape, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

Smack—

A wooden stick swiftly struck Li Kuai's leg, like the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Li Kuai's legs immediately gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.

When he turned his head, the one who had struck him was indeed Wu Yi.

"Ah, Kuai. If your foundation isn't firm, the earth will shake and the mountains will sway."

Wu Yi shook his head and sighed.

Seeing Li Kuai sprawled on the ground with a resentful look on his face, Wu Yi was both angry and amused, filled with the feeling of hating iron for not becoming steel.

He truly had not used any force in that strike just now!

Then Wu Yi pointed at Zhou Man, who was nearly holding back internal injuries, and said, "Kuai, look at Xiao Man. See how solid his foundation is."

Sometimes, even Wu Yi had to sigh at how the gap between people could be so vast.

He casually swung several more strikes at Zhou Man's legs.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Within only a few breaths, another person had fallen to the ground.

At this sight, Wu Yi could only turn his head elsewhere and avoid meeting his two disciples' eyes as much as possible.

"Cough, cough. Your master is actually training your ability to withstand blows and your reflexes."

"Look at you two. You've truly disappointed me. After being knocked down, you actually sat on the ground instead of getting up immediately. If this were Demon Suppression Pass, demons would have torn you to pieces long ago."

Wu Yi spoke with righteous severity, then sighed again with the air of hating iron for not becoming steel.

Li Kuai and Zhou Man exchanged glances on the ground. Each could see the shock in the other's eyes.

You could do it like that?

Wu Yi took all of this in.

He could only silently apologize to the two of them in his heart.

It was not that Wu Yi was deliberately messing with them. He simply had not yet readjusted.

Wu Yi subconsciously looked at the panel again.

Bronze Energy: 0 (accumulating)

Realm: Peak Meridian Passage Realm (+)

Status: Strong and sturdy, with vigorous blood and vital energy

That was right—he, Wu Yi, had returned to the Peak Meridian Passage Realm!

Through repeatedly trying to add points, Wu Yi had learned that advancing through the Meridian-Piercing Realm required five units of Bronze Energy for every minor realm.

Healing and restoring his condition, however, required only two units of Bronze Energy.

Comparing the two, the choice was obvious at a glance.

Wu Yi had originally been a Peak Meridian Passage Realm Martial Artist. After treating his internal injuries, his blocked meridians had been cleared once more.

And after a night of rest, he, Wu Yi, had once again stepped into the peak of the Meridian-Piercing Realm.

Feeling the surging, explosive power within his body, Wu Yi sighed inwardly.

He had spent a full four years taking this step, through all the wind, rain, and rugged hardships along the way.

They had been nothing more than a little frost and weathering.

Coming back to himself, Wu Yi decided to loosen up his limbs.

So he looked at his two disciples and said, "Today, your master will teach you something real."

As he spoke, Wu Yi composed his expression and assumed the posture of the Primal Unity Wishful Stance.

Seeing that Wu Yi was about to show his skills, the two disciples immediately stood to the side and watched with rapt attention.

Wu Yi gazed straight ahead, spread his feet apart, inhaled and sank his shoulders, slightly bent his knees and lowered his body, then slowly circled his arms before his chest. The muscles, bones, skin, and flesh throughout his body condensed into a single rounded mass of qi—the very posture of the Primal Unity Wishful Stance.

Suddenly, Wu Yi's gaze sharpened. The Primal Unity qi around his body abruptly drew inward, and its gentle, rounded aura transformed into a heavy, savage, domineering force.

His left hand suddenly flipped downward and smashed down, his palm turning into a fist. Veins bulged across the back of his fist as it tore through the surrounding air with the crushing weight of ten thousand jun, smashing toward the ground. The airflow exploded with a thunderous roar.

Then his right fist spiraled and twisted, while the true qi throughout his body was naturally mobilized with every movement.

His elbow joint tightened, and his fist shot forward in a piercing thrust, carrying the true intent of savage slaughter. The wind from his fist was icy and fierce, like the gates of hell flung wide open.

The moment the punch was unleashed, it boomed like exploding thunder. A wild wind rose from level ground, stirring everyone's hair.

Li Kuai and Zhou Man stared in slack-jawed astonishment, unable to calm their hearts for a long while.

This punch had clearly overturned their understanding of the world.

Wu Yi forcibly withdrew his stance and stood still, slowly taking a deep breath.

There had originally been three more moves afterward, with each move more powerful than the last.

He feared his two disciples' little hearts would not be able to bear it, so he did not use them.

Seeing his two disciples' dumbstruck expressions, Wu Yi felt pleased.

It seemed the intended effect was quite good.

He then put on a profound expression.

"This fist art is the secret, untransmitted ultimate technique of my True Intent Martial Hall—the advanced fist art of the Primal Unity Wishful Stance, the Intent-Suppressing Hell Demon Fist."

"The two moves your master displayed just now were called Hell-Suppressing Mountain Sinker and Demonheart Thrust. Their power is immense; against humans or demons alike, every strike is fatal."

Hearing this, joy rose in both Li Kuai and Zhou Man's hearts.

Could it be that Brother Yi was going to teach this ultimate technique to the two of them today?

"Master Wu, rest assured. The two of us always keep the martial hall's creed in mind. We harbor the grand ambition to slay demons and devils and save the common people, aspiring to become heroes who sacrifice themselves for others.

"Now that Master Wu has imparted such a supreme technique to us without reservation, we shall certainly train diligently and never fail Master Wu's trust!"

The two immediately knelt on the ground and spoke in unison, their coordination perfect.

Their fervent gazes locked tightly onto Wu Yi, as though they wanted to inspect every inch of him.

Wu Yi smiled awkwardly, wondering whether these two disciples had been struck stupid by him.

"Cough, cough. Before you've learned to walk, you already dream of flying. Your master only did this to warn you two: put away those lofty, impractical ambitions. Only by practicing the Primal Unity Wishful Stance steadily and with both feet on the ground can you catch a glimpse of the gate to martial arts.

"Remember this well: there are always people beyond people, and heavens beyond heavens..."