Extreme Six Forms

"It was all thanks to the young master. Yesterday, he gave me over a hundred pills to distribute to the guards, saying they were among the finest spirit medicines within the Second Tier. I didn't believe it at first either, but after just one night, everyone broke through! I even broke through my own bottleneck and reached the fourth rank of Yellow Tier." Mo Yanjun sounded deeply excited.

"Over a hundred pills that brought everyone into Yellow Tier!" Old Master Tang went numb.

For pills to have such effects, they had to be at least middle-grade Second Tier. Their market price would probably be forty or fifty thousand taels of silver apiece at the very least. Over a hundred of them meant several million taels!

Even the Tang Family would feel a painful pinch coughing up that much money. Tang Yan, whose allowance he had personally docked, could never afford such extravagance.

In an instant, Old Master Tang thought again of Tang Yan's mysterious master.

"Master, according to the young master's earlier calculations, the monthly wages for these hundred and twenty men will come to twenty-four thousand taels of silver," Mo Yanjun said worriedly beside him.

Old Master Tang naturally remembered the rewards Tang Yan had promised while encouraging the guards that day.

Back then, he too had thought it would take these men untold years to advance, so he had felt no urgency. Only now did he realize how wildly mistaken he had been.

The Tang Family could still afford an extra twenty thousand taels in monthly expenses for now. But once these men reached the second, third, and fourth ranks of Yellow Tier... or even Profound Tier, wouldn't the Tang Family's daily expenses climb to a terrifying level?

Still, Old Master Tang would never complain about the Tang Family having too many experts. He wished every guard in the family were a Heaven Tier expert right now. Waving a hand, he said, "That's no problem. With these guards, our Tang Family can stand undefeated and create even more wealth. Carry out the reward plans Yan set up as promised."

After spending another half hour at the Drill Grounds, Old Master Tang walked out with his hands clasped behind his back.

He could not describe his own mood, but his steps felt so light he could have floated up among the immortals.

A hundred Yellow Tier experts! How much had the Tang Family's fighting strength grown in a single night?

Still dazed, Old Master Tang looked up and realized that the road he had taken led toward his grandson's residence.

Realizing it had been some days since he had spoken with his grandson, he headed for Tang Yan's courtyard gate.

Tang Yan's courtyard.

Xiao Cui and Zi Yun sat in two wicker chairs, chatting as they watched Tang Yan train.

Zi Yun was a born beauty with an extraordinary bearing, an innate air of nobility, and the natural presence of someone accustomed to standing above others. At first, Xiao Cui had been terribly reserved around her, but Zi Yun's gentle, breezy manner soon bridged the distance between them.

When women chatted, all it took was someone starting a topic for the conversation to flow on like an endless, surging river. Before long, Zi Yun had uncovered most of Tang Yan's history.

Yet the more she learned about Tang Yan's past, the tighter Zi Yun's brows drew together.

Although she had only met Tang Yan for the first time yesterday, the decisiveness and precision with which he had directed her in battle could never have been achieved without painstaking study.

But the Young Master Tang Xiao Cui described was a sneaky, thieving, roguish wastrel who had only begun to change a little over a month ago.

As a young lady of Purple Bamboo City, Zi Yun's ability to read expressions was no empty boast. Seeing Xiao Cui's innocent, guileless manner, she was certain the girl was telling the truth.

At that thought, Zi Yun became even more curious about Tang Yan.

Just what sort of monster could fool even the maid who had served at his side for over ten years?

Zi Yun's gaze could not help settling on Tang Yan. At that moment, he was practicing six very strange movements in the courtyard.

Each movement was sweeping and extremely awkward. Zi Yun even wondered whether Tang Yan might twist himself into a braided dough twist if he exerted a little more force.

Not only were the six forms bizarre in posture, but their beginnings and endings linked together. After completing the sixth form, he returned to his original starting point, allowing him to repeat the six movements in an endless cycle.

Even though I'm a Heaven Tier martial artist, performing these movements as smoothly as Tang Yan would actually... seem... seem rather difficult? Just what in the world are these six forms?

Tang Yan paid no mind to what Zi Yun thought. These were the Extreme Six Forms he had created in his previous life.

Every form pushed the human body to the utmost limit it could bear. Yet human potential was immense, and maintaining a form at the body's limit without injuring oneself required the application of many principles.

And executing each form required him to expend every ounce of his strength.

In this way, Tang Yan could completely exhaust the true qi in his body in just one hour.

He would then take a pill and recover to his peak condition.

Repeatedly emptying and replenishing the true qi in his Dantian made his cultivation improve extremely quickly.

Excellent as these forms were, very few people could endure them, and fewer still could master them. More importantly, Tang Yan would not readily teach something so valuable to others.

"I'm exhausted!" After completely emptying his true qi three times, Tang Yan finally stopped training. His clothes had long since become soaked with sweat.

"You two, clear out for a moment. This young master is going to bathe and change!" Tang Yan pointed at the two women by the door and blustered.

"Can't you change inside your room?" Zi Yun rolled her eyes at him.

"The cold water's right here. I'll rinse off and change here. Besides, this is my home. Whatever I say, you just have to listen," Tang Yan said lazily.

"I'm staying right here. Go on, then-let me see you change." Hearing Tang Yan ordering her around made Zi Yun's temper flare. She was a dignified Heaven Tier expert. When had some Yellow Tier brat ever bossed her about?

Besides, she truly did not believe Tang Yan had the nerve to change right here in front of her.

Clearly, however, she had underestimated the thickness of his skin. With a swish, Tang Yan stripped down to nothing but his short underpants.

"Ah!" Zi Yun gave a startled cry and froze in place.

"Hehe, I told you to look away, but you wouldn't. Now you'll still have to scurry off like a good girl." Tang Yan grinned rakishly and lifted a wooden bucket to rinse the sweat from his body, only to hear the gate kicked open with a bang.

"Yan, huh?" Old Master Tang, who had hurried over in high spirits, froze the instant he opened the gate!

His grandson was naked except for his underpants, and there was a woman of extraordinary bearing in the courtyard. Just what was going on here?