Spirit energy could give him boundless strength and agility, but it couldn't directly attack the enemy.
But how could the use of spirit energy be so simple?
Cultivators could move mountains, fill seas, and transform into thousands of people.
It would be great if he had a cultivation technique, even if it was the lowest level.
After calming himself down, Yang Xuan threw away this unrealistic idea and began to organize his thoughts again.
As the only cultivator in this world, he had to rely on himself to figure out everything.
Yang Xuan's gaze fell on the hatchet in his hand.
A hatchet could chop firewood because the strength of a person's arm was added to the hatchet, but the hatchet could chop firewood because the hatchet was made of iron and was harder than firewood …
Yang Xuan suddenly felt a flash of inspiration in his mind. He seemed to have grasped something, and it was something crucial.
Strength added to the hatchet, firewood chopped by the hatchet, and the hatchet was made of iron …
The hatchet was made of iron!!!
Suddenly, Yang Xuan's eyes lit up. Yes, that was it.
Yang Xuan became excited. Thinking about it from another perspective, if a person's strength didn't change and the firewood didn't change, then the deciding factor in whether or not the firewood could be chopped was the hatchet.
As his train of thought became clearer, Yang Xuan couldn't help but breathe faster.
His thoughts produced ideas, his spirit energy was like an arm exerting strength, and the crescent moon was like a hatchet. The reason why the crescent moon couldn't cause damage to the locust tree was because he had only exerted strength. Without a carrier, how could he chop the locust tree?
Having figured this out, Yang Xuan immediately felt refreshed. Then, there was only one question left: where to find a carrier?
The locust tree was wood, and the hatchet was metal. Then, could he turn his spirit energy into a hatchet?
With this thought, Yang Xuan's thoughts suddenly became as sharp as a blade, and a murderous aura surged out.
Suddenly, Yang Xuan acutely noticed that the thread of spirit energy in front of him suddenly changed. The spirit energy, which was originally hard to see with the naked eye, suddenly glowed with a faint gold color and emitted traces of a metallic luster.
Yang Xuan forcefully suppressed the ecstasy in his heart. His will was like a knife, and the faint golden light of the Spirit Qi instantly turned into a crescent moon.
"Go!" Yang Xuan shouted.
The foot-long golden crescent disappeared in an instant, and in the next moment, it gently streaked past the tree with rustling leaves. It didn't stop there, and streaked past a huge bluestone behind the tree.
Time seemed to stop at this moment. Yang Xuan was so nervous that he didn't even blink as he stared at the locust tree.
A gust of wind blew past, and the bowl-sized locust tree suddenly split from the middle. The treetop slowly fell down, smashing heavily onto the ground. The fracture was as smooth as a mirror.
Immense joy instantly filled his entire body. Yang Xuan let out a wild laugh, his voice piercing through the clouds and startling countless birds.
His laughter was indescribably carefree. The depression in his heart was swept away.
If one didn't experience it for themselves, who would understand the humiliation in his heart and his thirst for power?
As the laughter gradually stopped, Yang Xuan clenched his fists. His eyes revealed a resolute expression. From this moment on, he would no longer endure.
Everything that was owed to me, I will take it back. Everything that was done to me, I will pay it back tenfold. Everyone who looked down on me, who laughed at me, I want you to open your dog eyes wide. I, Yang Xuan, am not trash.
I will be stronger than all of you. I will become the only legend in this world.
"Pa!" A light sound rang out, and the hard bluestone suddenly split in half. Yang Xuan's gaze swept over it. The fracture was neat and smooth, as if it had been cut by a stone knife.
Suddenly enlightened, Yang Xuan lightly said, "Since it's like this, I'll give you a name — Golden Moon Slash."
"Creak …"
The wooden door creaked, and Mrs. Qian walked out. When she saw the scene in the courtyard, she suddenly widened her eyes in shock. Her gaze swept between the locust tree and the bluestone on the ground. "This … this … Little Xuan, what's going on?"
Yang Xuan hurriedly said, "Mother, it's nothing. I can't plant locust trees in the courtyard, so I cut it down. As for this stone, uh … maybe it's been too long and weathered! Haha, haha! "
After saying that, Yang Xuan even felt that it was too far-fetched. He could only laugh awkwardly.
He quickly changed the topic and said, "Mother, why did you come back?"
Only then did Mrs. Qian say, "Oh, look at me, I almost forgot. There's no firewood in the kitchen, so I asked you to quickly send some over."
"Oh!" Yang Xuan responded and hurriedly ran away, leaving Mrs. Qian alone with a face full of doubts.
In the following period of time, Yang Xuan's life was busy but fulfilling. He absorbed spiritual energy at night and secretly practiced Golden Moon Slash during the day.
As time passed, the three cyclones in his body had more than doubled in size compared to the beginning. The speed at which he absorbed spiritual energy also became faster and faster.
With his diligent practice, Golden Moon Slash became more and more handy. In the end, with a thought, the golden moon broke through the sky and could instantly hit the target. Only now did he feel that he had completely grasped this first Dao technique that belonged to him.
One morning, the weather was clear. Yang Xuan was fetching water when someone suddenly called him.
"Yang Xuan, Fourth Chief Steward is looking for you!" The person stood in the distance and shouted.
Yang Xuan slightly raised his head to look. It was a familiar person. It was Wang Wu, who followed behind Niu Yuan that day.
At this moment, he looked at Yang Xuan with slight fear, his eyes flickering.
Yang Xuan put down the wooden bucket and slightly glanced at Wang Wu.
Wang Wu took a few big steps back. His face instantly turned pale, and he said with a trembling voice, "You … you … what do you want? Don't come over! "
"Where?"
Wang Wu's voice trembled, "In … in the bamboo forest at the foot of the back mountain!"
After saying that, he ran away in a panic.
Although Yang Xuan was a direct descendant of the Yang family, at the same time, he was born with a crippled body. He could not even reach the first level of inner strength after nine years of practice. Therefore, he was reduced to a servant under the jurisdiction of Fourth Chief Steward Yang Jing.
Niu Yuan was Yang Jing's right-hand man and was relied on as his right-hand man.
Originally, Yang Xuan thought that Yang Jing would immediately make trouble, but he did not expect Yang Jing to be so patient. He waited until today to make a move.
However, at this time, Yang Xuan would not shrink back. He was worried that he could not find someone to test his moves on, and someone delivered himself to his door.
Thinking of this, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes. He lifted his feet and walked to the back mountain.
The bamboo forest at the back mountain was secluded and inaccessible. Yang Xuan used to go there to dig bamboo shoots and wild vegetables, so he was very familiar with it. In a moment, he arrived at his destination.
When he entered the bamboo forest, he saw Yang Jing with his hands behind his back. He was standing with his back facing him, as if he was admiring the green bamboo.
Hearing Yang Xuan's footsteps, Yang Jing slowly turned around. He had a complicated look in his eyes. After a while, he said without thinking, "Twelfth Young Master, I remember when you were just born, I held you in my arms! In the blink of an eye, fifteen years have passed! "
Yang Xuan did not answer. He just looked at Yang Jing coldly.
Yang Jing did not care. He said, "At that time, Fifth Master was still alive, and you were also a young master with a silver spoon in your mouth. It's just that …"
Yang Jing shook his head as if he was sighing. "It's just that the weather is unpredictable. Who would have thought that Fifth Master would die in battle?"
Yang Xuan's heart skipped a beat. The cause of his father's death had always been a mystery. No one had ever told him. He had also asked his mother, but his mother was tight-lipped and avoided the topic.
"How did my father die?" Yang Xuan asked.
Yang Jing did not answer. He just said, "Originally, even if Fifth Master had passed away, with the direct bloodline of the Yang family, you would not have fallen to such a state. It's just that …"
Yang Jing's eyes showed a trace of ridicule. "You were born with a crippled body. You are a piece of trash who can't even reach Level One of Internal Force after nine years of cultivation!"
"A direct bloodline of the Yang family is actually a piece of trash. I think, even Fifth Master did not expect that!"
Yang Jing's expression became strange. He seemed to be in disbelief. He continued, "But this piece of trash killed Niu Yuan! Niu Yuan, who was at Level Three of Internal Force! "
Yang Jing's eyes became sinister. "Can you tell me why?"
Yang Xuan ignored him and asked again, "How did my father die?"
Yang Jing suddenly laughed. "Do you want to know? Hahahaha, you should go down and ask him yourself! "
Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed into slits. "You want to kill me?"
Yang Jing heard this and said coldly, "All these years, how have I treated you and your mother?"
Yang Xuan did not speak, but his eyes showed a trace of murderous intent.
He remembered the scene of Yang Jing beating him and his mother when he was young.
At that time, he was still young and was at the critical stage of puberty. He got hungry easily.
At that time, Yang Jing was just an ordinary steward. He often docked Mrs. Qian's monthly allowance and food. Once, little Yang Xuan could not stand the hunger. After eating the last steamed bun in the house, he still fainted. Mrs. Qian had no choice but to beg Yang Jing. Who knew that she would be beaten by him with a whip.
Yang Xuan followed behind his mother and saw it with his own eyes. He rushed forward in a hurry, but he was beaten several times. Seeing this, Mrs. Qian tightly protected Yang Xuan in her arms, but she was beaten until she was covered in bruises.
He always remembered this incident in his heart and would never forget it!
Yang Jing observed his expression and felt a chill in his heart.
Sensing the murderous intent in Yang Xuan's eyes, he understood that the conflict between him and Yang Xuan was irreconcilable.
Even if he did not kill Yang Xuan, Yang Xuan would kill him.
He who strikes first gains the advantage, and he who strikes later suffers.
At this moment, he finally made up his mind to take the risk.
He sneered and said, "You and I both know how I treat you and your son. Now, for some reason, you can cultivate. When you are valued by the family, you can imagine my fate, so … "
Yang Jing's eyes were gloomy. "If you don't die, I won't be at ease!"
Yang Xuan said coldly, "If you kill me, aren't you afraid that the Yang family will pursue it?"
Yang Jing sneered. "After killing you, I'll find a place to bury you, and then kill your mother. As long as you do it in secret, with your and your mother's status in the Yang Family, who will investigate? After a long time, it will slowly fade away! "
Yang Xuan mocked, "Stupid. Although my mother and I have a low status, we are still a direct descendant of the Yang family. If we suddenly disappear, do you think anyone will pursue it? This investigation will definitely lead to Niu Yuan's matter. Then, do you think you can still hide it? "
Yang Jing was stunned. He really did not think so much. After thinking carefully, Yang Xuan's words made sense.
However, in this situation, he could not stop. The arrow was nocked on the bowstring, and he had to release it.
He made up his mind and said, "You don't have to worry about this!"
As he spoke, his sixth layer of inner strength was already circulating rapidly, and the surrounding bamboo swayed.
In the next moment, Yang Jing bent his legs slightly, and his whole body was like an arrow leaving the bowstring. In an instant, he crossed the distance of twenty feet and appeared in front of Yang Xuan. He backhanded Yang Xuan's neck to hammer.
Earth-based martial arts technique, Boulder Fist.
"Go to hell!" Yang Jing's face was ferocious.
Under the full circulation of his sixth layer of inner strength, Yang Jing's fist brought a loud whistling sound. With the two of them as the center, the withered leaves on the ground around them flew wildly as if they were swept by the wind.
The bamboo around the two of them bent backward under the strong wind, as if it would break at any time.
Sixth layer of inner strength was actually so powerful.
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