Chapter 29

The broad-leaved trees, lush and green, rustled and swayed in the wind, like a giant mountain cat that had raised its back in a show of power. The mountain sparrows were scattered by the wind, turning into a flurry of black dots. On the steep cliff, the tall and slender bamboo grass, growing in clusters, waved and swayed like countless spears raised high.

“Ao...”

Suddenly, a piercing howl echoed, and a massive wolf, the size of a small calf, emerged.

However, from its howl and its movements, there was a hint of panic.

The giant wolf turned its head, panting heavily, with a look of fear in its fierce and cunning eyes.

Suddenly, a figure darted past, like a bat gliding with its wings spread, flying over the bamboo grass toward the giant wolf.

The giant wolf roared again, opening its massive mouth, and a white stream of air quickly condensed inside.

Then, without hesitation, it spat out the stream of air.

However, at that moment, the figure, as if foreknowing, sharply changed direction in mid-air, narrowly avoiding the attack.

“Pa...”

The ball of air struck a giant tree forcefully and splattered.

Instantly, a chill spread, and the temperature around seemed to drop. The giant tree that was hit cracked with a loud noise, revealing a terrifying white wound.

But the figure continued to move with the speed of lightning, seemingly unaffected.

It took a step forward, beside the giant wolf, and punched it with a thunderous strike, hitting the wolf’s belly.

The giant wolf let out an angry roar, entangling and fighting with the figure.

It was a mountain beast, its powerful bloodline granting it extraordinary strength. However, during this miserable period, it encountered its most troublesome opponent.

This creature, resembling a human, had accidentally intruded into the giant wolf’s territory.

During their first encounter, the giant wolf easily bit off the creature’s arm and severely injured it. However, the creature escaped too quickly, and the wolf did not bother to chase it.

But unexpectedly, the giant wolf’s nightmare began from that day.

The next day, the creature appeared before the giant wolf again, and its wounds had already healed, even its severed arm had regrown.

The giant wolf was enraged and fought with it. However, the creature’s strength seemed to have improved, and although the wolf still inflicted severe injuries, it could not prevent the creature from escaping.

On the third day, the fourth day, and for a whole month, this strange creature came every day to fight the giant wolf.

What made the giant wolf feel terrified was that the creature’s strength improved rapidly. By today, even with its full effort, it could only match the creature equally.

“Ao...”

Finally, the giant wolf let out a mournful howl and fled, tail between its legs, to a more distant place.

It no longer wanted to encounter this creature that could not be killed, like a piece of sticky candy that clung on. For this, it even gave up its territory.

Watching the giant wolf leave, the figure did not continue to pursue it.

It stood quietly in the giant wolf’s den, its aura surging.

After half an hour, its aura suddenly became intense, and it seemed to radiate a strong light.

This process gradually calmed down after a while.

Although its appearance did not change, the power within its body had significantly increased.

It looked around and left the giant wolf’s den, steadily heading deeper into the dense forest.

***

In the courtyard, Rong Kexiong, who was meditating and sensing the power of heaven and earth, suddenly frowned.

He felt a slight heat in his body, as if something had happened, making him restless and unable to concentrate.

Opening his eyes, Rong Kexiong stood up, frowning.

After a moment of thought, he came to an open area in the courtyard, clenched his fists, and assumed a stance. He then exhaled and struck a punch.

The wind from his punch was fierce, carrying a sense of solemnity.

Once he struck, it was like a flood that could not be stopped.

Rong Kexiong’s punches were swift, and his movements were agile as he performed the basic boxing techniques of the Rong family.

However, in his hands, these techniques seemed to have transformed.

He struck with the essence of the boxing techniques, making them seem alive.

After a quarter of an hour, Rong Kexiong stopped, took a deep breath, and his eyes flashed with a mix of surprise and joy.

He had practiced boxing for over a decade and was extremely familiar with these techniques.

However, in these past years, he had never felt such a sense of satisfaction and exhilaration. The feeling was so intense that it was almost addictive.

Looking at his fists, he was puzzled.

When did his martial arts talent become so good?

Although his knowledge of martial arts was limited, he was certain that if he had such momentum in the past, he would have long ago successfully condensed true qi.

Frowning, he vaguely felt that the changes in his body were somehow related to the spirit body.

Sitting cross-legged, Rong Kexiong closed his eyes and released his consciousness.

At this moment, he was far from the spirit body in the deep mountains. With their current strength, they could not sense each other. However, in the mysterious and unfathomable realm, a mysterious force connected them, allowing them to sense each other’s existence.

Instantly, Rong Kexiong’s body trembled violently.

The moment his mental consciousness connected with the spirit body, a large amount of information flooded in.

Images unfolded in his mind.

He seemed to transform into the spirit body, practicing martial arts in the deep mountains.

At that moment, he was the spirit body, and the spirit body was him.

In the deep mountains, he encountered many dangers. However, the spirit body’s keen sense of danger saved his life multiple times.

He walked in the deep mountains without eating, drinking, or sleeping.

Because it was a spirit body, as long as the spiritual energy in the world was not depleted, it would have an endless source of power.

The special spirit body warrior continuously fought and grew stronger in the deep mountains.

He encountered a terrifying giant wolf that could spew white freezing air.

The strength gap was too large, and during their first encounter, the spirit body almost met its doom.

However, as long as the spirit body did not die on the spot, it could automatically absorb spiritual energy and recover.

After multiple battles, the spirit body finally achieved victory, driving the giant wolf out of its den.

After “seeing” the transformation of the spirit body, Rong Kexiong finally confirmed that it had broken through to the middle stage of a warrior.

He was filled with emotion, as in just a month, it had advanced from the initial stage to the middle stage.

Such a speed was truly terrifying.

A growth-type special spirit body warrior was indeed the best martial artist in the world.

A large number of images continuously flashed in his mind, and Rong Kexiong was surprised to find that his body had undergone some subtle changes after viewing these images.

Although his true qi did not increase, his spirit and vitality seemed to have been refreshed after countless life-and-death experiences.

Of course, this was just a feeling, and it could not be described in words.

Suddenly, Rong Kexiong’s heart stirred, and he opened his eyes. A sharp look flashed in his eyes as he glanced at a certain place.

There, an old man had quietly arrived without a sound.

He stood there silently, seemingly blending into nature. If one did not look carefully, they might not even notice him.

Rong Kexiong’s face changed slightly, and he immediately stood up, bowing to the old man and said, “Grandfather.”

Rong Jielin slowly nodded, his gaze on his grandson filled with a strange expression.

Rong Kexiong scratched his head, cautiously asking, “Grandfather, did I do something wrong?”

Although the time they had truly acknowledged each other was not long, their relationship was quite harmonious. Perhaps to make up for the regret of not knowing each other for over a decade, Rong Jielin doted on his grandson a lot, even making the youngest, Rong Kailong, jealous several times.

Rong Jielin slowly shook his head and said, “Kexiong, was that set of boxing techniques really performed by you?”

Rong Kexiong was taken aback and said with a wry smile, “Grandfather, I’m right in front of you.”

“Yes,” Rong Jielin’s lips twitched, and he suddenly said, “Kexiong, let’s spar a few rounds.”

“What?” Rong Kexiong was stunned, his face full of disbelief.

Rong Jielin was a peak martial master, just one step away from the innate realm. How could he possibly be a match for him?

Rong Jielin laughed and said, “I’m just a bit itchy, let’s play a few rounds.”

Rong Kexiong let out a sigh of relief. At that moment, he had just accepted the experience and inheritance from the spirit body, and a warm current was surging within him. He was eager for a match.

He nodded heavily and said, “Grandfather, please go easy on me.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped forward and punched at Rong Jielin’s chest.

The strength gap between them was too large. If he were to show any humility, it would be disrespectful.

Rong Jielin’s feet moved slightly, and his body, like a ghost, dodged the punch. A peak martial master was far more powerful than an initial stage warrior. As he said, their sparring was just for fun.

With a light wave of his hand, Rong Jielin pointed at his grandson’s shoulder.

The force of the finger was immense. If it hit, it would surely pin Rong Kexiong down.

However, just as the finger was about to touch his shoulder, Rong Kexiong twisted his waist and sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Although the dodge was risky, it made the finger miss.

“Hmm?”

Rong Jielin’s eyebrows raised, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He had not been mistaken; his grandson’s body harbored the true heart of a martial artist.