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Chapter 29

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In the main hall, after dinner, He Wude told the core disciples about Yi Ming's advancement to Stage Seven Internal Force. He also told them not to spread the news to anyone else.

When everyone found out that He Yiming had silently broken through the Stage Six barrier, they finally understood why the old man looked at him differently and let him directly join the first seat, skipping over his two older brothers.

If the news of a Stage Seven Internal Strength cultivator and a 14-year-old boy were to spread, it would definitely blow through the entire county like a gust of wind, bringing a strong shock to everyone.

Three months ago, the Xu family's second generation had an additional Stage Nine master, but in comparison, He Yiming's advancement would definitely cause a bigger stir.

After all, Xu Xiangqian was already over 40 years old. Even if he had advanced to Stage Nine, it would probably be the end of his life. However, He Yiming was different. A 14-year-old Stage Seven Internal Strength cultivator had unimaginable potential. No one could be sure how far he would go in the end, but in a few decades, it was almost certain that he would advance to Stage Ten Internal Strength.

In other words, he was already a Stage Ten Internal Strength cultivator in the future.

After He Wude spread the news in the hall, he still brought them back to the courtyard where he lived.

When they returned to the courtyard, He Wude asked pleasantly, "Yiming, how's your practice of the Thirty-six Splitting Mountain Forms going?"

"I've already learned six of them. I dare not say that I'm proficient, but I can barely use them," He Yiming said respectfully.

He Wude nodded with satisfaction and said, "That's an Innate-stage combat skill. It's already amazing that you can barely use it in half a year. Quan Yi, go practice with Yiming and see how powerful this Innate-stage combat skill is."

"Yes." He Quan Yi smiled and walked up with his hands behind his back. His body naturally surged with an aura like the rising sun.

He Quan Yi was the same as He Yihai. They were both cultivators who specialized in fire techniques. However, compared to He Yihai, He Quanyi was much more mature. Even his internal strength was much more stable. Although it didn't have the threatening aura of a raging sea of fire, this kind of leisurely and seemingly omnipresent presence was far beyond He Yihai's reach.

He Yiming had just assumed a Rolling Stone Fist stance when He Wude frowned and said, "Yiming, use the Thirty-six Splitting Mountain Forms."

He Quanyi also raised his eyebrows and said heroically, "Yes, Yiming, just do your best. There's no need to be polite."

He Yiming bitterly smiled. The old man didn't know, but he knew how terrifying this cultivation technique was. At least in his opinion, relying on this cultivation technique, it wouldn't be difficult to challenge and win against someone of a higher realm.

If he really used his full strength, Third Uncle might not be able to block it.

He took a deep breath and circulated the internal strength in his body. In an instant, he had already reached the seventh level of the gold element. Feeling the powerful internal strength circulating in his body, He Yiming raised his hands high. Suddenly, a strong aura surged from his body.

"Third Uncle, be careful."

He Wude and the others' expressions changed slightly. Even Old Man He didn't think that using the seventh level of internal strength in combination with an Innate-stage combat technique of the same level could produce such a powerful aura.

The smile on He Quan Yi's face had long disappeared. At this moment, his face was filled with a dignified expression. It was a sharp contrast to the relaxed expression he had at the beginning.

He Yiming hadn't used his combat technique yet, but everyone's hearts were inexplicably in suspense.

He Quan Yi stood with his feet spread out. His hands slowly moved in front of his body. Looking at his posture, it was clearly a profound combat technique. However, this technique should be focused on defense. Strands of internal strength rippled around his body. It looked like it was about to overflow from his body. It was as if a thick layer of hard shell was draped over his body.

He didn't attack forcefully. First of all, most of his cultivation methods were focused on defense. Second of all, the old man had said that he mainly wanted to see the power of the gold element secret technique. Therefore, he adopted a completely defensive stance.

However, when He Yiming's stance fell into the eyes of the others, each of them had a different feeling.

Every one of them put themselves in He Quan Yi's shoes. However, they suddenly realized that although He Yiming's stance seemed to be full of flaws, when combined with his aura, it actually had a surging spirit that would rather die than be disgraced. At this moment, no one who stood in front of He Yiming could think of attacking.

This feeling was so strong that even He Wude faintly felt a chill in his heart.

He immediately understood that his grandson didn't just copy this combat technique. Instead, he had already grasped the essence of this combat technique. The disdainful, unrivaled, and invincible aura of a Xiantian combat technique was vividly displayed.

Even if his strength wasn't as good as his opponent, in terms of aura, the Xiantian combat technique would never admit defeat.

However, what they couldn't understand was how He Yiming had managed to learn the essence of the Xiantian combat technique. Could it be …

Almost at the same time, the same thought appeared in everyone's mind.

Could it be that Yiming was actually a true gold element genius? Furthermore, the extent of this genius had already far exceeded their expectations.

He Wude and his descendants subconsciously looked at each other. From each other's eyes, they could actually read the corresponding understanding. On the other hand, Old Man He's eyes grew brighter. A thought that was buried deep in his heart that he thought he would never be able to see with his own eyes in this lifetime grew uncontrollably.

He Yiming lifted his leg. His right supporting leg was as stable as Mount Tai, but his calf and thigh muscles were violently trembling like cotton wool.

With just a few trembles, the powerful inner strength actually spread out from underneath. Perhaps ordinary people wouldn't be able to feel it, but the people here were all cultivators with Stage Seven Inner Strength and above. From the frequency of the trembling, they could feel the almost unparalleled power.

He Quanyi's expression became increasingly serious. He wasn't prepared for this kind of god-like method at all.

He Yiming's right leg suddenly stomped hard. With just this movement, his left leg took a step forward. Like a shooting star catching up with the moon, he crossed the distance of a few meters and quickly stepped forward …

One step, just one step. He arrived in front of Third Uncle He Quanyi like a flying bird.

Raising both hands high above his head, he brought along a swift and fierce wind as he chopped towards He Quanyi's head.

This attack was as fast as lightning. With him and He Quanyi as two points, this step was definitely from the shortest line in the middle. There wasn't the slightest bit of deviation in the middle. And this move condensed all of his essence, Qi, and spirit into one point. His two palms were like two mountain-splitting axes fiercely smashing down.

He Quanyi's expression finally changed. His eyes revealed a look of extreme shock.

Such power, it was actually such power. Was this still the result of Stage Seven Inner Strength?

Although he had experienced life and death battles in half of his life, he had also seen the power of Stage Ten Inner Strength from his old man. But it was undeniable that before this, he had never seen such a powerful battle skill. Moreover, this battle skill contained a feeling of desperation. The two arms that seemed to have become truly indestructible steel blades actually gave him the pressure and feeling of death.

He hugged his chest with both fists and spun rapidly. At this crucial moment, He Quanyi cast aside the fear in his heart. The aura on his body instantly became boiling hot. He had already unleashed the fire-based technique that he had cultivated for decades to the extreme. He gave off the feeling that his entire body had turned into a burning ball of fire.

However, He Yiming's palms chopped down one after another. It was as if a large knife had chopped into a pile of firewood. The firewood was forcibly cut in half.

With a loud bang, He Quanyi's body was like a broken kite, suddenly flying out upside down.

A figure flashed and there was another person beside He Quanyi. It was Old Master He Wude. He pulled and guided He Quanyi's Inner Strength with his hands and canceled out all of it. However, the magnitude of the force was far beyond his expectations. Even when he landed on the ground with Old Third, he was still affected by the force.

He Yiming withdrew his hands and stood there. His eyes were filled with extreme surprise.

What he had just used was Stage Seven Technique. Combined with the sixth form of the Thirty-six Splitting Mountain Forms, it could be considered the maximum power of Stage Seven Technique.

He originally thought that by using this form, even if he encountered Third Uncle, who was at Stage Eight Inner Strength, he would still have a certain advantage. However, no one expected that the power of this move would be so strong. Under the pressure of this move, He Quanyi couldn't even dodge. Instead, he was forced to fight it head-on. The result of the head-on clash was that he was sent flying on the spot without any resistance.

He Quanyi's Level Seven inner strength and combat skills had actually sent a Level Eight inner strength cultivator flying. Moreover, looking at He Quanyi's pale face, it was obvious that he had suffered some internal injuries. This kind of effect was really shocking.

Everyone's eyes once again focused on He Yiming. Even his father, He Quanyi, was surprised and happy.

Although the power of this palm was not earth-shattering, it was still able to create clouds and rain with a flip of his hand. This caused everyone's evaluation of him to reach a new peak.

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