In the hall, the faces of the three old men showed traces of anger at the same time.
Before the golden elixirs were formed, they did not tell He Yiming. That was because they might not succeed. If He Yiming knew beforehand and the elixir was a failure, he would be greatly disappointed. It might even affect his cultivation state.
But the moment the elixir was formed, the five people in the He Family Village all decided that at least one of the three golden elixirs would belong to He Yiming.
He Yiming was the youngest and most promising disciple in the family.
The golden elixir was such an important resource. Of course, it would be given to him. If it was not for the fact that only the first time a low-level golden elixir was used, and the subsequent elixirs would be less effective, they would not mind giving all three golden elixirs to He Yiming.
As for whether it would be effective for He Yiming, that was not within their consideration.
Therefore, no one knew who would get the two golden elixirs on the table. But He Yiming's golden elixir could not be taken away.
He Yiming looked at the three elders' dark expressions. It would be a lie to say that he was not moved. His heart warmed and he almost told them about his special body constitution. However, he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
It was not that he did not trust the three elders in front of him. But in everyone's heart, there were secrets that they did not want others to know. For He Yiming, the miracle at the bottom of the lake was his biggest secret. Even if it was buried in his heart, he would not be willing to mention it to anyone.
"Yiming, take the golden elixir." He Wude said with a dark expression, "In the future, don't say such childish things."
He Laibao and He Quanxin nodded at the same time. Looking at them, if He Yiming did not take the golden elixir, he would be attacked by endless noise.
After thinking for a while, He Yiming slowly stood up.
At the same time he stood up, a strong self-confidence and aura emanated from his body.
He Wude and the other two elders' expressions changed slightly. They felt the aura that was like the rising sun and were very excited.
Although He Quan Ming and He Quan Yi had promised them that He Yiming had successfully promoted to the ninth level of internal strength, they still couldn't believe it. And the three of them were masters of the ninth or tenth level.
However, when He Yiming really released his aura, it still made them feel incomparably shocked.
In this aura, what made them feel the most was not the strength of the aura, but the self-confidence that came with the strong aura that no one could ignore.
Feeling this powerful aura, the three elders faintly understood what He Yiming meant.. Although they did not think so, they chose to remain silent at the same time.
He Yiming's gaze was unwavering. His figure was as steady as a mountain as he said in a clear voice, "Grandfather, Treasure Master, Uncle, who can compare to my talent?"
The three elders shook their heads at the same time. Competing with this little monster in terms of talent? That was a joke.
He Yiming laughed heartily and said, "If that's the case, I promise the three of you that in three years … at most three years, I will definitely reach the tenth level." He swept his gaze with a disdainful aura. He was so confident that no one doubted him. "Do you believe me?"
He Wude and the other two elders opened their mouths. They wanted to say that it was not so easy to reach the tenth level of internal energy. Otherwise, He Quanxin and He Laibao would not have been stuck at this level for so many years.
But for some reason, they could not say anything against it.
The three elders looked at each other and smiled bitterly. For the first time, they felt that this child's future achievements would far exceed their expectations.
He Yiming stopped while he was ahead. The aura around him dissipated instantly.
If he continued to suppress them like this, the three elders would fly into a rage sooner or later.
"Grandfather, you won't ask me to keep the golden core now, right?" He Yiming chuckled. Compared to his previous aura, he was like a completely different person.
He Wude sighed and said, "Yiming, since you're so confident, leave the golden core with me for now. But after three years … "
He Yiming's eyes flashed. He said firmly, "Grandfather, don't worry. I promise to reach the tenth level within three years."
When he said this, there was an unquestionable power in his voice. Before He Wude could finish his words, he couldn't say anything else.
He laughed bitterly. If he was interrupted by any other grandson, he would have been furious. But he was interrupted by He Yiming because of this matter. He could not get angry.
He Laibao suddenly clapped his hands and said, "Since Sixth Young Master is so confident, it's naturally a good thing. Old Master, let's wait and see. "
He Wude hesitated for a moment, then nodded deeply.
Since Yiming was so confident, it was better not to give him a blow. At most, he would not be able to advance in three years. This golden core was prepared for him.
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After leaving the He family courtyard, He Yiming returned to his room.
He did not take the three-year agreement with his grandfather to heart. At this moment, he was a genuine tenth level expert. Even if he did not advance in three years, he had already fulfilled the agreement.
So when he entered the secret underground room, he immediately put aside all his worries and began to concentrate on studying the several unique skills in his hands.
Among all the unique skills he had mastered, the thirty-six Splitting Mountain Forms was naturally the best.
This was a true Xiantian combat skill. It was not inferior to the handprint combat skill of the Lin family. More importantly, this set of Xiantian combat skills had thirty-three forms. It was enough for him to slowly cultivate in the future.
In addition, there were the two handprints that he had secretly learned.
The Crouching Earth Seal and the Seal of Clouds and Rain were extremely powerful Xiantian combat skills. Although they looked very simple, the changes in the handprints were extremely subtle. Coupled with the circulation of inner strength, the complexity was far above that of the thirty-six Splitting Mountain Forms.
Other than He Yiming, there was probably no other person who could secretly learn this combat skill in a fight.
Of course, He Yiming had only secretly learned more than half of it. Although he had completed the Crouching Earth Seal, he had changed it completely beyond recognition. As for the Seal of Clouds and Rain, although he had studied it many times in the past three days, he only had a rough understanding of it. There was still a long way to go before he could completely complete it.
After all, the complexity of the Seal of Clouds and Rain was a level higher than the Crouching Earth Seal.
In comparison, the Rolling Stone Fist and Soft Palm techniques were much inferior.
Although he had already cultivated these two combat skills to the peak level, the power that they could display was really incomparable to a Xiantian combat skill.
After talking with Lin Taoli for the past few days, He Yiming understood some things.
Xiantian combat skills were actually cultivated by Xiantian experts. Generally speaking, Houtian cultivators who had obtained Xiantian secret manuals would not be able to learn them. Or rather, they would only be able to learn the basics. However, it would be extremely difficult to truly master it.
In the Lin family of Glittering Jewels, there were countless younger brothers, but there were less than ten people who were qualified to cultivate Xiantian combat skills in the Houtian realm. Among these ten people, only two of them were successful in their cultivation, and one of them was Lin Taoli.
He Yiming also learned from his grandfather that among the three aristocratic families in Taicang County, whether it was the older generation like He Wude and Xu Yinjie, or the younger generation like He Yitian, none of them had cultivated Xiantian combat skills.
In other words, in the entire Taicang County, he was the only one who had succeeded in cultivating Xiantian combat skills.
He Yiming was already the number one expert in Taicang County with the power of his Xiantian combat skills at Level 10.
It was precisely because of the power of Xiantian combat skills that He Yiming was able to put all his effort into it. The other ordinary combat skills were no longer worth his attention.
Just like that, He Yiming pondered over the two Xiantian combat skills in his secret underground room while cultivating his own internal strength, slowly increasing the total amount of internal strength he had.
More than half a year had passed, and He Yiming's life had maintained a rather stable routine.
Other than eating, drinking, and going to the toilet, he spent most of his time in the secret underground room.
Lie Flame Technique, Withered Wood Technique, and even Ripple Technique were all techniques that he had diligently practiced. On the contrary, he had practiced the Mixed Yuan Force the least.
In comparison, the effect of using the Mixed Yuan Force was the lowest, and the amount of internal strength produced was the least. After many attempts, He Yiming naturally eliminated it.
As for Ripple Technique, although the amount of internal strength produced was similar to the Mixed Yuan Force, this technique had the special effect of nourishing the meridians. Therefore, after cultivating Lie Flame Technique, using Ripple Technique to nourish the meridians was a way to get the best of both worlds.
After countless attempts, he had already grasped a certain pattern.
First, he cultivated Withered Wood Technique, then Lie Flame Technique, and finally Ripple Technique.
According to this sequence, after cultivating three techniques at once, not only would the speed of his internal strength increase be satisfactory, but it would also not cause any damage to his meridians. It was considered the best combination of internal strength cultivation.
On this day, he sat cross-legged in the secret underground room. The internal strength in his meridians was surging endlessly like a torrential river, as if it would never end.
His limbs and bones seemed to be filled with endless power. His internal strength was so strong that it seemed to have spread to every inch of his body. It gave him a strange feeling of being overflowing with Qi and blood, as if his body was about to explode.
His heart trembled, and he stopped cultivating, feeling the extremely strange changes in his body.
After a long time, his face revealed a mixture of surprise and joy. He was finally certain that this unusual feeling was not because he had gone mad from practicing martial arts, but because his internal strength had truly reached the peak of the tenth level. Even if it was only a step away from the legendary Xiantian realm, it was only a step away.
[Book ID = 1429437, Book name = "Warring States Miscellaneous Scholar Lu Buwei"]
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