Comprehending the Fist Force Realm

Half a month later, in the valley beside Ye Yun's residence.

At this moment, Ye Yun was practicing his fists in the valley. Every move and stance filled the entire valley with the howling sound of fist wind.

More than half a month had passed since the punishment results had been announced.

The day after receiving the punishment, Ye Yun went to the Enforcement Hall to pay fifty thousand taels of gold, then prepared to clean the Cultivation Manual Pavilion.

Who would have thought that not long after he arrived at the Cultivation Manual Pavilion, Elder Li drove him out?

In Elder Li's own words, "My Cultivation Manual Pavilion has people to clean it. As long as you achieve a good result in this Great Dynasty Tournament and bring glory to the sect—"

"—you will have atoned for your merits and faults, and your punishment of cleaning the Cultivation Manual Pavilion for a month will be waived."

Thus, over the past half month, Ye Yun had returned to his usual cultivation routine, striving to reach the goal he had set as soon as possible.

In the valley, Ye Yun's figure moved fast and slow as he practiced his fists. His transitions between fist techniques held several more traces of nimbleness than before.

It was as though every move and stance he unleashed possessed a life of its own.

As Ye Yun brought out the Half-Step Fist Force Realm, the power of heaven and earth within five meters of him all gathered upon his fist.

When he threw a punch at a huge boulder, the instant his fist collided with it, the boulder was reduced to powder.

One had to know that Ye Yun's punch had not contained even a trace of true qi. It had relied entirely on the power