Chapter 7

After being identified by Old Uncle Fu’s discerning eyes, Yun Wuheng knew that he was currently at the 2nd Rank of the Postnatal Xuan Qi realm. He held the branch in his hand and slowly walked towards Old Uncle Fu. In his heart, he had already sentenced Old Uncle Fu to death!

In the mansions of powerful families like the Yun family, most of the servants and maids also cultivated some Xuan Qi, but their ranks could not be too high! Those with Xuan Qi cultivation below the 6th Rank of the Postnatal realm could not wrap their Xuan Qi around their sword or palm to attack; they relied purely on techniques and strength to fight their enemies. For Yun Wuheng, the Old Uncle Fu before him was not a concern!

Old Uncle Fu’s Xuan Qi cultivation was at the 3rd Rank of the Postnatal realm, slightly higher than the current Yun Wuheng, and he should not have been afraid. However, either due to his inherent servility or the immense shock Yun Wuheng had given him, Old Uncle Fu’s momentum was now weakened, and his tone softened... "What... What do you want to do? Do you want to kill me? If I die today, my master will surely kill you! He will tear you into pieces!"

Yun Wuheng smiled coldly, "I've heard that recently, mysterious wandering cultivators have infiltrated Qiuhe City, assassinating members of the six major families. Do you think the Yun family will suspect those wandering cultivators or me, a complete waste of flesh with not a trace of Xuan Qi?"

False accusation!

This was the perfect opportunity to kill Old Uncle Fu! Eliminating him and erasing all traces would ensure that no one would suspect Yun Wuheng!

Old Uncle Fu’s face instantly twisted, his forehead veins bulging, and cold sweat soaked through... "I... I never thought that at such a young age, you would have such deep scheming!"

Old Uncle Fu realized that he could not resolve this situation today, so he gritted his teeth, reached for his waist, and suddenly had a sharp, gleaming dagger in his hand!

Suddenly, the 26 grains of the Heavenly Dantian within Yun Wuheng’s body emerged, making him appear to have no trace of Xuan Qi!

"Huh?" Old Uncle Fu was greatly surprised, but he knew that he could not miss this opportunity. He moved his feet, and the dagger in his hand danced several times, the techniques intricate, precisely the Yun family’s mid-level Yellow Rank martial technique... Willow Fluff Sword Technique!

The dagger’s light flickered, as gentle as a breeze caressing willow branches, graceful and charming, yet filled with sharp killing intent, targeting Yun Wuheng’s throat, eyes, and other vital points!

Old Uncle Fu had been a servant of the Yun family for his entire life and had decades of experience with the Willow Fluff Sword Technique. At this moment, he displayed its essence!

However, in Yun Wuheng’s eyes, this sword technique was riddled with flaws, like a child’s play. At the critical moment, Yun Wuheng’s branch stabbed diagonally, at an odd angle, like a fish’s tail or a bird’s flight, effortlessly piercing Old Uncle Fu’s throat!

Breaking the Sword Technique!

"Thud!"

The tip of the branch was slightly sharp, though it could not pierce through metal or stone, it easily penetrated the fragile throat of a person!

A jet of blood spurted from Old Uncle Fu’s throat, his eyes bulging out, resembling a dead fish, filled with immense fear, despair, and confusion...

He never imagined that Yun Wuheng, without using Xuan Qi, could strike so effortlessly, leaving him no chance to dodge, as if he had willingly thrust his throat forward for Yun Wuheng to pierce!

The Nine Swords of Solitude can break through all the intricate techniques in the world!

With his low Xuan Qi cultivation, how could Old Uncle Fu be a match for Yun Wuheng? Moreover, his mid-level Yellow Rank sword technique seemed rather childish after Yun Wuheng had mastered the Nine Swords of Solitude!

Break it!

"Thud!" Old Uncle Fu’s body slumped to the ground.

"Without using Xuan Qi, I can instantly kill a low-rank Xuan Qi cultivator." Yun Wuheng nodded slowly. His mind was that of a man in his twenties, and after his first kill, he did not show much discomfort, especially since the person he killed deserved it, must be killed, and had to be killed!

After a few deep breaths, Yun Wuheng threw the branch and looked down at Old Uncle Fu’s body.

After a moment, Yun Wuheng suddenly sat cross-legged, his mind focused, and the 26 grains of the Heavenly Dantian appeared around him, like butterflies or meteors.

Yun Wuheng’s eyes were lowered, and his hands formed a strange seal. Then, he changed his hands, forming another seal...

As Yun Wuheng’s hands moved like a butterfly, the 26 grains of the Heavenly Dantian, as if alive, pounced on Old Uncle Fu’s body and quickly merged into it!

"Refine!"

Yun Wuheng’s eyes snapped open, and he commanded in a low voice!

Suddenly! Old Uncle Fu’s body emitted a strange glow, flickering! Soon, his body began to wither! Wither! Wither!

After about 5 minutes, Old Uncle Fu’s body seemed to evaporate!

Vanish! Miraculously vanished!

On the ground, only his clothes, a dagger, and some miscellaneous items remained.

The 26 grains of the Heavenly Dantian rose into the air, pulsating like a heart, accompanied by a series of popping sounds!

Then... "Thud!" "Thud!" "Thud!"

The 26 grains of the Heavenly Dantian burst, dividing into 52 grains!

One becomes two!

Quantitative change!

However, there was no qualitative change; each grain of the Heavenly Dantian remained the size of a grain of rice.

Yun Wuheng’s mind focused, and the 52 grains of the Heavenly Dantian merged into his body, and a surge of Xuan Qi energy quickly flowed through his limbs, organs, and internal organs!

Yun Wuheng clearly felt that his Xuan Qi cultivation had advanced a bit more than before!

"This Heavenly Tyrant Qi Technique is indeed unrivaled, capable of directly refining and absorbing the Xuan Qi energy of a recently deceased cultivator." Yun Wuheng smiled in satisfaction.

Of course, it did not mean that because Old Uncle Fu’s Xuan Qi cultivation was at the 3rd Rank of the Postnatal realm, Yun Wuheng could absorb all of his Xuan Qi after refining his body with the Heavenly Tyrant Qi Technique. He only absorbed a small portion!

Moreover, it was fortunate that Old Uncle Fu was only at the 3rd Rank of the Postnatal realm; if his realm were too high, Yun Wuheng’s current strength would not be enough to refine him!

After everything was settled, Yun Wuheng threw all of Old Uncle Fu’s belongings, including the bamboo basket, into the sea.

After that, he practiced sword techniques as usual, as if nothing had happened.

In the evening, when Yun Wuheng practiced the Heavenly Tyrant Qi Technique again, he released the 52 grains of the Heavenly Dantian, and the speed and amount of absorbing and refining the Heavenly Qi were twice as fast as before!

At first, Yun Wuheng was somewhat puzzled because the Heavenly Tyrant Qi Technique did not have levels like other cultivation techniques, such as the 1st level, 2nd level... to the Great Perfection level. The Heavenly Tyrant Qi Technique had no level system!

Now, Yun Wuheng finally understood that the Heavenly Tyrant Qi Technique had no end! As long as he continued to practice, he would gain countless grains of the Heavenly Dantian!

The next day, Yun Wuheng did not practice but instead lay on the beach, basking in the sun.

As he had predicted, around noon, a group of Yun family disciples, with wary expressions, came to the beach for a thorough search.

"Boy, when did Old Uncle Fu deliver your meal yesterday?" A man in his thirties, who should be of the same generation as Yun Wuheng’s uncle, asked sternly.

Yun Wuheng slowly got up from the beach, brushed the sand off his body, and said lazily, "Yesterday? He didn’t come at all."

His appearance was dejected, and there was not a trace of Xuan Qi in his body.

This, of course, did not raise any suspicion.

"Hmph! Boy, be careful recently. Watch out for those sneaky wandering cultivators who might come and kill you too!" The man glanced at Yun Wuheng with disgust and then led the group away.

Watching those people leave in a hurry, their eyes filled with fear, Yun Wuheng’s lips curled into a mocking smile.

After that, another old servant was assigned to deliver meals to Yun Wuheng on a regular basis.

Yun Wuheng continued his routine: in the morning, he trained his body in the sea, in the afternoon, he practiced the Nine Swords of Solitude, and in the evening, he cultivated the Heavenly Tyrant Qi Technique.

Soon, the day of the Ao Han Sect selection arrived!

This year’s Qiuhe City Ao Han Sect entry selection was held at the Yun family.

The six major families of Qiuhe City held a selection every five years, taking turns. This time, it was the Yun family’s turn to host it.

The Yun family, at least, had the advantage of hosting the event.

This morning, Yun Wuheng did not get up to practice or rush to the residence of the main family members early. Instead, he slept until noon, then sat on the bed, slowly adjusting his body to peak condition.

He did not need to arrive at the selection site so early. The Yun family had not registered him for this selection, so he only needed to arrive at an appropriate time. Arriving too early might result in him being driven away.

It wasn’t until the afternoon that Yun Wuheng broke a branch and walked from the beach to the residence of the main family members.

"I wonder how the selection is going... Has Sister Xue stood out? Well, I’ll go over there right away! I hope the results won’t be too disappointing!"

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