Knocking on the Door

Although he had changed where he lived, Qin Yang still had an unusual feeling in his heart.

He felt that no matter where he fled, the other side would find their way to his door.

Hiding would not solve anything at all.

If he wanted to resolve this matter, he had to face it.

So he cultivated Turtle-Snake Qi in the hotel day and night, striving to become stronger by the time they appeared again.

Another two months passed.

This had long surpassed the death sentence that doctor had given him.

Inside the hotel apartment.

Qin Yang sat cross-legged on the bed, his entire body giving off an icy mist.

Thump, thump, thump~~

His heart beat powerfully, like a drum.

Accompanied by those booming sounds.

Qin Yang felt the blood and qi within his body gradually condense into a pale blue inner qi.

"Turtle-Snake Qi has finally been fully refined."

Qin Yang exhaled a breath of icy mist.

This also meant that he had cultivated Turtle-Snake Qi to completion, taking even less time than Arhat Fist.

After all, when he had cultivated Arhat Fist before, his constitution had been far too weak. He needed restraint and could not allow his body to become depleted.

But this time was completely different.

With perfected Arhat Fist as his foundation, his Essence, Qi, and Spirit had all flourished, allowing him to cultivate Turtle-Snake Qi day and night.

In modern society, nutrition was not in short supply either.

Yet after cultivating the Turtle-Snake Art to completion, Qin Yang froze for a moment.

He felt as though he had heard faint, indistinct murmurs.

He tried hard to make them out clearly, only to find that he simply could not.

"Whose voice is this? What does it want to tell me?"

Qin Yang frowned.

He had