Chapter 98: You’ve Come At The Perfect Time
The three layers of change in Force are essentially about mastery.
In this life, once martial artists reach the Microscopic Level, the Path of Force can no longer be advanced.
Therefore, True Skills of the Nature Transformation path were developed, using the Dan Dao of consuming Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures and Spiritual Pills and Elixirs to increase Qi and Blood, and Sorcery to transform one’s own Gang Body.
All three can greatly improve individual martial power, but in essence, they have not transcended the scope of the Microscopic Level.
Now Hong Yuan has created this Six Void Force, surpassing the Microscopic Level, giving Form Transformation a fourth layer of change.
Once the news spreads, it will not only shock the world but also make his name endure through the ages, earning the admiration of countless people.
“Hmm, achieving it just like that—isn’t it a bit too bland?”
Hong Yuan muttered to himself. If this were a novel plot, it should be him challenging masters from all directions and sublimating under the oppression of many great enemies.
“Reality is not a novel after all. Breakthroughs in the heat of battle have too much uncertainty. I still prefer bullying the weak with strength.”
With a thought from Hong Yuan, lines of pitch-black text appeared before his eyes.
【Blessed Land Dao Master（Gray）——Stage Six Ascendant: Hong Yuan（18）】
【Root Bone: 8/100】
【Comprehension: 9/100】
【Talent: Qi Flows Through the Hundred Skeletons, Clear Eyes and Penetrating】
【Martial Arts: Six Void Force（Circulate Six Voids, Ten Thousand Forces Applied）】
His gaze swept over it, and Hong Yuan raised an eyebrow.
Comprehension had increased by a trace, and at the same time【Stage Three Ascent】had reached the sixth stage.
It had actually jumped three stages at once?
Hong Yuan felt slightly surprised. Now he completely regarded this thing as a progress bar.
When he reached the second layer of Form Transformation ‘Balance of Hardness and Softness, Freely Control’, it went from outside the threshold to the first stage.
After crushing the Grain Transport Gang, Guo Family, Hua Family, and then battling Song Yinglong, dividing Linjiang Prefecture City, he could ascend to the third stage.
Each time it was advancement in power and martial power that promoted the growth of the ‘progress bar’.
But now, compared to more than twenty days ago, although Hong Yuan had integrated the Town Sea Alliance, the territory he controlled had not expanded much, so the increase in power should not be great.
In other words, this ‘progress bar’ jumping three stages at once was mostly due to his own martial power factor.
The impact of Six Void Force was much greater than he had anticipated.
“Not far from the ninth stage. I still need to grind the progress. I want to chase to the top step by step, step by step. I want to be…”
Hong Yuan’s mouth twitched as he thought of a certain famous scene.
“Reaching the ninth stage will open【Great Year Blessed Land】? It doesn’t feel that simple.”
Besides the progress jumping three stages, the most notable change Hong Yuan noticed was the addition of a【Martial Arts】entry, but it only recorded Six Void Force.
Other martial arts and Force methods such as Unfixed Spear Art, Diamond Palm, Body-Piercing Formless Force, etc., seemed not up to standard in the【Great Year Blessed Land】assessment and not worth recording.
“Fuse ten thousand forces into one furnace, transform ten thousand methods into one breath…”
Hong Yuan sighed leisurely. Currently, Six Void Force was only in its initial form, with two wonderful uses: ‘Net of Other Forces’ and ‘Force Concealment’.
But it was still some distance from the ‘Ten Thousand Forces Applied’ he envisioned, and it still needed refinement next.
The collection of various Force secret techniques and True Skills must not stop.
Sorcery, Gang Body, and the like—even if not cultivated, accumulating more is still good.
Hong Yuan’s gaze shifted to the snowflakes on his robe, and he smiled faintly. A formless qi surged from within his body, swiftly sweeping outward, scattering the glistening flecks into the air.
Seeing Hong Yuan finish cultivating, Xu Qingjing standing under the corridor was still surging with emotion, her pretty face overflowing with admiration, her pitch-black eyes filled with joy.
The previous scene had left her completely entranced.
Hong Yuan’s display of Force was completely incomprehensible to Xu Qingjing, but it greatly shocked her.
That leap of three zhang high was truly shocking to the world, unimaginable.
In that instant, Xu Qingjing felt her heart was about to jump out, as if she had witnessed a celestial god descending, unable to contain her emotions.
Xu Qingjing uncomfortably pressed her long legs together, feeling like she needed to change clothes again.
When Hong Yuan walked over slowly, Xu Qingjing’s face was still flushed, unsure if from shyness or the cold snow. Her light steps were like a butterfly as she hurried out of the snow to meet him.
Reaching Hong Yuan, she tilted up her small face, giggled, revealing a row of white teeth: “Young Master.”
Compared to Tao Xiyue, her personality was clearly much more lively, and due to some intimate contact, she had less fear and became bolder.
Hong Yuan stretched out a finger, teasing her chin like petting a kitten. Xu Qingjing felt a slight itch, didn’t dodge, but narrowed her eyes instead.
Hong Yuan then ruffled her silky waterfall-like hair, laughed heartily, and strode forward.
Xu Qingjing hurried two steps to catch up, her pair of tender white hands hugging his arm, her cheek also pressed against his arm.
Hong Yuan glanced at her. Xu Qingjing looked up to meet his gaze and smiled again: “Young Master, I’m cold!”
Whether this young lady was really cold, Hong Yuan didn’t know. He himself was quite warm, and one hand felt like it had sunk into a cloud, both warm and soft.
Hong Yuan had previously pondered it, and to his surprise, this young lady appeared unremarkable on the outside but hid gathered peaks and raging waves, with combat power surpassing even Tao Xiyue.
Tao Xiyue’s limit was six thousand; Xu Qingjing was at least ten thousand to start.
The thought had just arisen when footsteps sounded from the corridor.
Tao Xiyue had woken up at some point, wearing a red hooded fur coat, approaching with small steps, her fine brows slightly furrowed as she walked.
Her pretty face still showed some fatigue, but her complexion was increasingly radiant, like a blooming rose, brilliant and dazzling, with peerless beauty.
Seeing Hong Yuan, she immediately smiled with dimples, adding a touch of lively charm to her allure, but her eyes soon shifted to Xu Qingjing hugging Hong Yuan’s arm, and she pouted: “Looks like I came at a bad time.”
The Great Yin Dynasty has open customs; men with three wives and four concubines, or great families’ noblewomen privately keeping pretty faces, are all very common.
Tao Xiyue was not throwing a tantrum out of jealousy; it was just her acting coquettish toward the man she admired after her first experience of wind and rain.
Moreover, she and Xu Qingjing had spent nearly a month together, chatting and laughing privately, calling each other sisters.
Whether they were paper sisters or not was for personal judgment; on the surface, their friendship was deep, and she had long known Xu Qingjing was like her.
“No, you came at just the right time.” Hong Yuan smiled at Tao Xiyue and beckoned with his free hand.
Tao Xiyue quickly stuck close, still quite clingy after their intimate lovemaking, and rushed directly into Hong Yuan’s arms.
Hong Yuan caught her rushing body and laughed: “Why not sleep a bit more?”
Tao Xiyue naturally rested her cheek on his chest, her voice soft and glutinous from just waking: “I opened my eyes and didn’t see Young Master…”
Hong Yuan led one in green and one in red into the hall room. Xu Qingjing slightly adjusted her clothes, glanced at Tao Xiyue, and then went to the study to organize books.
Tao Xiyue reached out to hug his waist, sticking in Hong Yuan’s arms and refusing to get up.
Several days passed in a flash.
That day, after reporting, Xie Yansheng hurried in with a grave expression: “Lord, something has happened!”
