Fang Qianyuan silently examined the result and nodded to himself.
"The destructive power is decent, but it still falls short of spirit essence."
"By rights, my essence-blood vital energy should be powerful enough. So is it not concentrated enough, or am I not drawing on enough of it?"
"Both are possible."
"Again!"
He once again channeled his blood and qi, then struck out fiercely with his palm.
"Whoosh!"
In a clearing by the lake nearby, Little White lay curled up, basking lazily in the sun.
Reflected in her eyes was Fang Qianyuan's figure as he practiced tirelessly and pondered his techniques.
Before long, she could not help narrowing her eyes and dozing off.
Time flew by. For nearly half a month, Fang Qianyuan remained in this spot, diligently practicing his techniques.
"Heavenly Frost Palm!"
As he channeled his power once more, his blood and qi merged with his spirit essence, emerging in a glow of intermingled blue and red.
Compared with before, this glow was far stronger and more concentrated.
A chilling force lashed out. Without warning, frost formed on the wooden post before Fang Qianyuan, and a powerful force struck it a moment later.
The ice had already made the wooden post brittle. In an instant, it burst into wood chips and ice fragments that flew in every direction.
The astonishing destructive force demolished the entire post.
"It worked!"
A trace of delight appeared on Fang Qianyuan's face as he spoke silently to himself.
Over these past days, he had been trying to incorporate the knack for channeling essence-blood vital energy from the ancient martial secret art into Heavenly Frost Palm, adding further power to the technique.
He discovered that when an invisible force enveloped the extreme cold, it immediately acquired the dual properties of raw power and freezing