Xuanyuan Po was somewhat shocked. No one had ever been able to see through the technique he cultivated, but now, Bie Yanghong had pointed it out.
Bie Yanghong saw his expression and knew that he had guessed correctly. He asked, "This was the technique Chen Changsheng chose for you?"
Xuanyuan Po nodded.
Bie Yanghong praised, "I've always believed that he was extremely talented in cultivation, but I didn't think that his insight would also be excellent. This principal is very competent."
Xuanyuan Po thought it over, then replied, "That's not really the case."
Bie Yanghong glanced at his right arm and said, "I can see that you've practiced it quite well, but there seems to be some problems."
Xuanyuan Po did not care. He used a piece of paper to wipe the meat juices from his fingers.
Bie Yanghong's voice rang out once more, entering his ears and then his heart.
"Heavenly Thunder Bringer is concealing the Heavenly Thunder, concealing wind and thunder in the absence of signs. You are correct on this point, and you can even say that you've cultivated it extremely well."
Bie Yanghong added, "But it's a little too deliberate."
Xuanyuan Po raised his head and asked in surprise, "Teacher, what are you saying?"
Bie Yanghong looked at him and said, "Planting roots deep in the fertile earth, not allowing it to see the world, not suffering the pain of the strong winds. Using the fire of the earth to purify it, it secretly gives birth to thunder and accumulates for a long time. When it breaks out of the earth, it will suddenly become a massive tree that soars to the heavens, its branches and leaves filled with sparks of lightning. Who can block its might?"
Xuanyuan Po's gaze followed Bie Yanghong's to his right arm.
His right arm was clearly shrunken, especially when compared to his thick and sturdy left arm. It was even more dazzling and wretched.
Many of the customers in the tavern believed that this was a disability he had acquired after losing to Tianhai Ya'er in the capital and had mocked him many times.
Only he himself knew what kind of terrifying power was hidden in this seemingly crippled right arm.
Of course, it had already been seen through.
Only now did Xuanyuan Po realize that he was facing an expert of the Divine Domain, a legendary figure on the level of the Storms of the Eight Directions.
His expression instantly turned serious as he asked, "What do you mean by deliberate?"
Bie Yanghong explained, "Thunder is a natural law of the world. Concealment can only conceal its meaning, not its form. Just like a massive tree that soars to the heavens, once it breaks out of the earth, it will bring with it a myriad of stones and earth. Its momentum is astonishing, but it has lost its most important characteristic.
Xuanyuan Po continued to ask, "May I ask what its characteristics are?"
Bie Yanghong asked, "What is the external technique of the Heavenly Thunder Bringer?"
Xuanyuan Po said without hesitation, "Fist."
Bie Yanghong smiled. "I just happen to have some understanding of this field."
In the great battle of the Mausoleum of Books, he had seen with his own eyes the Tianhai Divine Empress's world-shaking punch, which had given him an enormous understanding.
In the past few years, he had also begun to use his fists. As a result, in the world after Tianhai, no one's fists were stronger than his.
Naturally, no one was more knowledgeable and profound in this aspect than him.
"Why didn't the Divine Empress use the Wooden Phoenix or the Ruyi Scepter, instead using her fists to face us?"
Bie Yanghong looked into Xuanyuan Po's eyes and calmly said, "That's because the fist is a part of our body. It can rise and fall at will. Compared to external objects like swords and spears, it can at least rise and fall faster, and speed … is power."
Xuanyuan Po's eyes brightened.
The Demi-human race valued pure power even more than the Human race or the Demon race. As a member of the Demi-human race, he was naturally no exception. But Bie Yanghong's words had not moved him because of this, but because they had faintly revealed a very important principle.
Whether it was a Daoist technique, a sword technique, or an array, they all had to be used in battle. All techniques could not deviate from their roots, ultimately pointing towards speed and power. No matter how dazzling and dazzling the picture, how imposing the momentum was, it was essentially the same.
The Concealed Wind Thunder truly could store up power to its maximum, but just as Bie Yanghong had said, it would affect the speed at which one attacked.
How could one use these two aspects to their peak?
Xuanyuan Po raised his question.
Bie Yanghong began to explain, using the precious experience he had gained from his centuries of cultivation and countless battles.
Xuanyuan Po's expression grew more and more focused, even forgetting to breathe.
The room became abnormally quiet. The morning breeze passed through the cracks in the paper door, lightly ruffling the crystals and the three pagodas on the ground.
If not for Wuqiong Bi's impatient snort, this lecture on the Dao might have continued for a very long time.
Xuanyuan Po came to his senses, bowed to Bie Yanghong, and then left the room.
He stood on the wooden planks in front of the room, watching the occasional smoke rising from the chimneys outside the courtyard in silence for a very long time. Bie Yanghong's words gradually fused with his years of bitter cultivation, allowing him to resolve many questions he had in his cultivation, even on the verge of touching upon a certain boundary.
He took in a deep breath of the chilly air, then walked over the chilly white cobblestones to the wall. He used a small wooden ladle to pour some water into the short pine, then lowered his head to scoop up some of the chilly well water and forcefully washed his face. After confirming that his mind was completely awake, he wiped the water off his face and walked out of the courtyard.
The war drums continued to beat from the upper city.
The sound of the waves in the Red River was getting louder and louder, and they were getting closer and closer.
The Pine Paths had already woken up. The neighbors were yawning, picking at the wax in their eyes, and holding pots, waiting in line to buy breakfast.
A few laborers who had already finished their breakfast sat on the long benches outside the porridge store, their feet crossed as they chatted. It was like they could not hear the war drums coming from the upper city, nor could they hear the roaring waves of the nearby Red River. But this did not mean that they were not interested in the Heavenly Selection ceremony. Quite a few people were discussing which fighting platform they should go to after work.
Xuanyuan Po walked through the street.
A neighbor girl he knew asked him if he had eaten breakfast. He smiled and nodded. A laborer he knew asked him if the tavern's business had been bad recently, when the owner would be willing to sell a cup of coarse ale for two coins. He shook his head, indicating that he did not know.
Then, the owner of the bun store casually asked him what he was going to do so early in the morning.
He stopped and replied, "I'm going to participate in the Heavenly Selection ceremony."
The street was quiet for a moment. Even the steam seeping out of the steaming pot in the store froze for a moment.
A moment later, laughter rose up. It did not stop for a very long time, only getting louder and louder, carrying ridicule or amusement, kindness or malice.
Xuanyuan Po rubbed the back of his head and gave a simple and honest laugh.
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The fighting platform Xuanyuan Po was going to was in the Pine Paths, very close to his home. He could walk there instead of taking a carriage, saving him some money.
By the time he reached the end of the street where the fighting platform was located, many people had already gathered to watch the spectacle, but not even two pages of the register had been filled.
This place was very remote, far from the Imperial City and Heavensguard Pavilion. No important personage would notice this place, and it was impossible for any formidable individual to appear here, so it naturally could not attract the experts who wanted to challenge him. Those who were willing to ascend the fighting platforms here were often ordinary demi-humans who had no intentions of participating in the Heavenly Selection ceremony and only wanted to rely on their brute courage to play around. Battles between ordinary people naturally could not be described as spectacular. It was often more like a brawl between hoodlums in the marketplace, hastily exchanging a few blows before stopping.
The Carp tribe judge and two supervisors in charge of this fighting platform were already bored to the extreme. The officials in charge of the Pine Paths were even more bored. The minor official at the register table was already beginning to feel sleepy, his head drooping from time to time. At some point, it seemed like his head would crash against the edge of the table.
Xuanyuan Po walked up to the table and lightly rapped on it.
The minor official was startled out of his stupor and angrily raised his head. He wanted to reprimand him, but he froze.
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