Chapter 660 - 222: Senior Sister’s Good News, Withered Bones in a Grave

Lingxi Peak, the training room district midway up the mountain.

Inside the B-grade training room that was practically Yang Jing’s long-term rental.

Fist winds howled and Qi Force surged. He was engrossed in cultivating the Mountain-Breaking Seal, his figure weaving and dodging in the center of the stone room.

Each punch he threw carried an increasingly condensed, ferocious power, stirring the surrounding air into faint ripples.

After two hours of arduous training, Yang Jing slowly lowered his fists as the Inner Qi in his meridians gradually returned to his Dantian.

He raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his brow and walked over to a corner of the training room, where a small stone table now stood.

On a white porcelain plate on the stone table were large chunks of Rare Exotic Beast Meat, its texture distinct and still faintly warm.

He casually picked up a piece and began chewing it heartily. The savory aroma of the Exotic Beast Meat filled his mouth. A rich, pure energy slid down his throat and into his stomach, slowly nourishing his weary body and replenishing his spent strength.

As Yang Jing ate heartily, he began to plan out his evening.

’After I finish this round of training, I’ll head over to Yunxi Peak to pick up Senior Sister Ning Xiang. We’re going off-island to eat.’

Just last night, after two attempts at breaking through, Senior Sister Ning Xiang had finally reached the Huajin level, making her a genuine Huajin Powerhouse.

They had arranged to have a meal together today to celebrate.

What’s more, Lin Ziheng, Fang He, and Yan Chenglong had somehow gotten wind of the news. They had come looking for him early in the morning, excitedly clamoring to get together that night to congratulate Sun Ningxiang on her breakthrough.

Yang Jing mused that he had been so single-mindedly focused on his training lately, it really had been a while since he’d had a good get-together with his friends.

Today was the perfect opportunity to catch up and have a good laugh with everyone, so he had readily agreed to their plan.

After a short rest, the Exotic Beast Meat in his stomach had transformed into a steady stream of pure energy, permeating his entire body and dissipating most of his fatigue.

Without further delay, Yang Jing walked back to the center of the stone room, sank into a horse stance, and centered his qi in his Dantian.

The Heart Method for the Mountain-Breaking Seal raced through his mind. His Inner Qi began to circulate, and he resumed his training.

His conversation with his master, Bai Bing, the previous night had put his mind at ease, making Yang Jing feel much more secure. His training now had renewed vigor and a clearer sense of direction.

He had been buried in his training for some time, ignoring the outside world, but a part of him had remained uneasy. After all, his master hadn’t summoned him once since the last assessment.

Now, however, he was completely at ease.

His master’s words, "The most fundamental core of the Martial Dao is the person," often echoed in his ears. It was a constant reminder that external factors like innate talent and resources were merely aids; only one’s own mind, perseverance, and effort formed the true foundation for advancing further.

Inside the training room, Yang Jing’s movements grew more agile. His fists became a blur of afterimages, their passage marked by a ceaseless, howling wind. The ferocious momentum of his strikes tore through the air with a sharp whistle as he punched into the void again and again.

He had long since mastered the Mountain-Breaking Seal to the point of perfection. His movements flowed together seamlessly. When his strikes were hard, they were like splitting mountains and cracking stone; the sheer condensed force of his punches made the stone slabs beneath his feet tremble faintly.

When his strikes were soft, they were like a river tide returning to the sea. His Inner Qi flowed freely, and he could release and retract the force of his punches without the slightest hesitation, perfectly embodying a martial intent that blended hardness and softness.

Each punch was not a mere repetition of a move, but an expression of his own understanding of the Martial Dao. The Inner Qi in his Dantian grew more solid, his meridians widened under the constant scouring of his Qi Force, and his fist intent became noticeably more refined.

Yang Jing could clearly feel his cultivation advancing toward the Peak of the Qi Eating Realm at a rate visible to the naked eye. That level, which had once seemed so distant, was now within his grasp.

As the Inner Qi surged within his Dantian, he could even sense that he was on the verge of a breakthrough.

The thought of breaking through to the Qi Absorption Realm—of truly joining the ranks of the Xuanzhen Sect’s top disciples, second only to the upper echelon—sent an irrepressible wave of excitement through him. His punches grew even swifter, even more resolute.

Four hours passed in the blink of an eye. Yang Jing threw one last, fierce punch, venting all the surging Inner Qi in his body. Then he slowly lowered his fist and took a deep breath. The Inner Qi returned to his meridians, and the turbulent aura around him gradually settled.

At the same time, a panel materialized before his eyes with a mere thought, clearly displaying the progress of his martial arts—

[Mountain-Breaking Seal: Minor Accomplishment (1963/2000)]

[Indestructible True Skill, Second Layer: Minor Accomplishment (692/2000)]

[River-Crossing: Minor Accomplishment (618/2000)]

Yang Jing looked at the panel and wiped the sweat from his face, a faint smile playing on his lips. ’All that hard work finally paid off with some real results.’ He was now just a single step away from the Peak of the Qi Eating Realm.

After taking a moment to regulate his breathing and calm the surging energy within, Yang Jing walked over to the stone table. He picked up the outer robe draped over it, put it on, and straightened his garments before pushing open the stone door of the training room and stepping out.

Outside, the sun was already setting in the west. Its golden afterglow slanted across the mountain paths of Lingxi Peak, dyeing the vegetation and stone walkways a warm, golden hue.

The sun had not yet fully disappeared behind the western mountains, and a brilliant sunset glow still lingered on the horizon.

Yang Jing walked along the mountain path toward Qing No. 4 Courtyard. Along the way, he encountered many disciples of Lingxi Peak from both the Inner and Outer Sects. Most of them stopped when they saw him, respectfully greeting him with a call of "Senior Brother Yang."

Even though Yang Jing had lost to Chu Yunhai in the contest to be named the number one prospect, his prestige on Lingxi Peak remained extremely high.