The Nine Yin Manual Obtained

Qingyun paid no attention to the bedraggled Might Duy and continued practicing Tai Chi Fist, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes with his left hand fast and his right slow, sometimes with his right hand slow and his left fast.

His Tai Chi Fist grew ever more refined. As Qingyun perfected it, the little black and Haku fish in the Tai Chi Yin-Yang Diagram swam even more joyfully.

Unfortunately, Qingyun had yet to master Nature Transformation for either yin release or yang release. Otherwise, incorporating those two attributes into his Tai Chi Fist would have dramatically increased its power, giving him a formidable trump card to save his life.

After a long while, Qingyun came back to his senses. Looking at the bedraggled Might Duy, he formed the Seal of Reconciliation. "Senior Duy, thank you for your help just now."

Might Duy deserved much of the credit for his Tai Chi Fist breaking through its bottleneck and for the path ahead becoming clear.

Without the pressure Duy had put on him, there was no telling when he would have managed to break through.

"Ahaha, Qingyun, that was all down to your own talent. I didn't do anything."

Hearing Qingyun thank him, Might Duy scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Big brother, you're amazing! Can you teach me how to train?"

After watching Qingyun finish fighting his father, Might Guy scampered over on his short little legs and gazed up at Qingyun with admiration.

Qingyun had fought an Elite Jonin earlier and won, then defeated his father in Taijutsu as well.

Though young, Guy knew how formidable an Elite Jonin was. He also knew how powerful Might Duy was with the Eight Gates open—he had once watched his father demolish an entire stretch of forest.

Now he eagerly hoped Qingyun would teach him,