Primal Unity Wishful Stance

Bronze Energy: 1 (accumulating)

Realm: Mid Qi-Channeling Realm (+)

Status: Internal injuries, half of his 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 nearby, so Wu Yi could only force himself to remain calm.

Happy as he was, Wu Yi still felt somewhat confused.

It was only the Hour of the Pig. Tomorrow had not arrived yet, 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 he could actually accumulate two points in a day?

No, there had to be something I overlooked.

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

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

"Ah, good! I know!"

Wu Yi suddenly cried out excitedly.

Zhou Man and Li Kuai both jumped in fright.

"Brother Yi, what do you know?"

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

Wu Yi gave him a faintly mysterious smile before saying, "It's getting late. You should all hurry up and rest. Tomorrow, I'll personally guide your martial arts training!"

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

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

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

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

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 Great Luo Immortal would probably have been helpless.

So killing demons could also accumulate energy...

Wu Yi silently committed this to memory.

One day, he would kill every demon under heaven.

The next day, inside True Intent Martial Hall.

Li Kuai and Zhou Man stood in stances together in the martial hall's open yard 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 remained composed as he assumed the Primal Unity Wishful Stance.

His hands formed a circle as though embracing the void. His legs rooted into the ground like an ancient tree, his body sank downward, and his entire form became a rounded whole—solid below and empty above.

Li Kuai, on the other hand, had not even held the stance for half an hour before beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his face. His complexion was pale, and he bit down hard on his lower lip.

His stance had long since become distorted, and his legs would not stop trembling.

Smack—

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

Li Kuai's legs immediately gave out, and he collapsed onto the ground.

When he turned to look, the person who had struck him was indeed Wu Yi.

"Ah, Kuai. Your foundation is so weak that the ground shakes beneath you."

Wu Yi shook his head and sighed.

Seeing Li Kuai sprawled on the ground with such a resentful expression, Wu Yi was both annoyed and amused, feeling as though he hated iron for not becoming steel.

He had not even used any force in that strike!

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

Sometimes, even Wu Yi had to marvel at how great the gap between people could be.

He casually swung his stick a few more times, striking Zhou Man's legs.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In just a few breaths, there was another person lying on the ground.

Faced with this scene, Wu Yi could only turn his head away and try not to meet his two disciples' eyes.

"Ahem, ahem. Your master is actually training your ability to take hits and your reaction speed."

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

Wu Yi spoke with righteous indignation, then sighed again as though he hated iron for not becoming steel.

Li Kuai and Zhou Man exchanged a glance from the ground, each seeing the shock in the other's eyes.

So this could be done too?

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 deliberately wanted to mess with them. He simply had not adjusted yet.

Wu Yi subconsciously looked at the panel again.

Bronze Energy: 0 (accumulating)

Realm: Peak Meridian Passage Realm (+)

Status: Strong and vigorous, full of vital energy

That was right. Wu Yi had returned to the Peak Meridian Passage Realm!

Through repeated attempts at adding points, Wu Yi had learned that raising one's realm within the Meridian-Piercing Realm required five units of Bronze Energy for every minor stage.

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

Compared to the two, the choice was obvious.

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

Then, after a night of recuperation, Wu Yi once more stepped into the peak of the Meridian-Piercing Realm.

Feeling the vast, explosive power within his body, Wu Yi was filled with emotion.

He had spent a full four years walking this path, enduring wind, rain, and hardship along the way.

But they were merely a little frost and weathering.

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

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

With that, Wu Yi composed himself and assumed the Primal Unity Wishful Stance.

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

Wu Yi stared straight ahead, spread his feet apart, inhaled and sank his shoulders, bent his knees slightly as he lowered his body, and slowly circled his arms before his chest. His muscles, bones, skin, and flesh condensed into a perfectly rounded mass of qi. It was precisely the posture of the Primal Unity Wishful Stance.

Suddenly, Wu Yi's gaze sharpened. The primal unity aura around him abruptly contracted, and the warm, rounded energy transformed into a heavy, fierce, tyrannical force.

His left hand suddenly flipped downward in a smashing motion, the palm turning into a fist. Veins bulged across 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 boom.

Then his right fist twisted in a spiral, and the true qi throughout his body naturally moved along with each motion.

His elbow tightened, and his fist shot through the air in a piercing thrust, carrying the true intent of savage slaughter. The force of his punch was as chilling as prison gates flung wide open.

The instant the punch flew, it erupted like a clap of thunder, and a wild wind rose from the flat ground, stirring everyone's hair.

Li Kuai and Zhou Man were dumbfounded, and their hearts could not settle for a long while.

That punch had clearly overturned their understanding of the world.

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

There were originally three more forms after that, with each one more powerful than the last.

He feared his two disciples' little hearts could not take it, so he did not use them.

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

It seemed the intended effect was not bad.

He then put on an inscrutable 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 forms 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, both Li Kuai and Zhou Man were delighted.

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

"Master Wu, rest assured. We both always keep the martial hall's principles in mind. We harbor the grand ambition of slaying demons, eradicating evil, and saving the common people, and we are determined to become righteous heroes who sacrifice themselves for others.

"Now that Master Wu is willing to impart such an ultimate technique to us without reservation, we will certainly train diligently and never fail Master Wu's expectations!"

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

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.

"Ahem. You have not even learned to walk, yet you already dream of flying. Your master only did this to warn you both to put away your lofty ambitions and keep your feet on the ground. Practice the Primal Unity Wishful Stance well, and only then may you glimpse the gate of martial arts.

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