Chapter 14

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Unprecedented strength!

After reaching the third level of perfection in the *Turtle Snake Technique*, Su Qinnian's strength surged. As he moved his boxing stance, the air stirred with every gesture, producing a deep and resonant sound.

After achieving perfection at the third level, Su Qinnian did not rush to advance further. Instead, he practiced repeatedly, his Turtle Snake Stance becoming increasingly proficient, exuding an ancient and solemn aura.

Huff!

In the end, air currents swirled around Su Qinnian, his blood surging, and the air behind him distorted. A fiery horse seemed to break through the temporal barriers, emerging halfway.

Turtle Snake for ten thousand years!

In that instant, Su Qinnian changed his boxing stance. He shook his fists, his limbs contracting and then suddenly springing out, like an old turtle awakening from a long slumber, the aged and weathered boxing technique blooming with new life.

Crack!

A tree trunk as thick as a bowl was shattered by a single punch, the tree flying up. Su Qinnian stepped forward, pressing close, and his fist, like a hammer, struck the tree.

Bang!

Wood splinters flew, and the tree, over a丈 (ten feet) tall, shattered into pieces, completely fragmented.

Retracting his fist, Su Qinnian's gaze was clear, neither sad nor happy. The fiery horse that had emerged halfway behind him gradually disappeared, reabsorbed into the void.

"The *Horse Form Fist* popularized in the Heavenly Dynasty has seven levels. Each level of perfection increases strength by seventy pounds, and at the seventh level of perfection, it reaches four hundred and ninety pounds, the strength of a fiery horse. My *Turtle Snake Fist* at the third level of perfection already has three hundred pounds of strength, more than half the strength of a fiery horse. If I reach the seventh level of perfection, it won't just be seven hundred pounds, but a transformation, reaching a thousand pounds, comparable to the strength of a precious blood-sweating horse."

Su Qinnian's eyes gleamed. He knew that rare foundational techniques like the *Turtle Snake Technique* of Wudang should have ten levels. However, in the world, nine out of ten martial artists who cultivate internal energy only reach the seventh level. The eighth, ninth, and tenth levels are not easily attainable, and the difficulties involved are beyond his current understanding.

"Reaching the seventh level of perfection gives the strength of a precious blood-sweating horse. I wonder how much strength the eighth, ninth, and tenth levels of perfection in the *Turtle Snake Technique* would grant."

Su Qinnian sighed. In the world of martial arts, there is no first in literature, but there is a second in martial arts. Every martial artist, regardless of their motivation, aspires to stand at the pinnacle.

Aow!

Suddenly, continuous howls of wolves echoed from nearby, sounding particularly eerie in the cold, old forest.

"Something's wrong. These wolf howls are greedy, and they're not coming from my direction, but the opposite!"

With a slight mental probe, Su Qinnian sensed something amiss. He crossed the pond and passed through a tangle of old vines, coming to a mountain stream. The clear water flowed gently, and the surrounding trees were not dense. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the branches, casting golden rays, making the stream look like a golden dragon, its scales shimmering, sacred and bright.

Someone!

Su Qinnian saw a tall and slender figure by the stream. It was a woman in a light yellow dress, about sixteen years old. Her snow-white arms were resting behind her head, her nose like jade, and her lips were rosy and lustrous. Her long lashes trembled, and her eyes were slightly closed, making it hard to imagine how bright they would be when open.

A woman as beautiful as a poem, a painting, or even a fairy, with a beauty that left one breathless.

The beautiful woman by the mountain stream, with the sun shining brightly, would have been a perfect scene, but at this moment, five robust wild wolves, as big as calves, were drooling, their green eyes filled with cruel, bloodthirsty light.

In such a dangerous moment, the woman seemed to be in a deep sleep, lying by the stream, showing no signs of waking up.

After a brief observation, one of the wolves could no longer hold back. It leaped forward, its hind legs pushing off the ground, like a gray streak of lightning.

"Beast! How dare you!"

Without time to think, Su Qinnian roared and leaped out. In this life-or-death moment, he didn't hesitate, unleashing all his strength. His muscles tensed, making a snapping sound, and with a powerful push from his feet, he soared several yards, landing behind the wolf.

Buzz!

The air distorted, and a fiery horse, half-emerged, broke free from the temporal constraints, materializing with Su Qinnian's surging blood.

Thud!

A dull sound accompanied by the wolf's piercing howl. The wolf that had pounced on the woman was immediately sent flying, its spine shattered by Su Qinnian's punch.

Roar!

In an instant, the remaining four wolves roared, transforming into four gray streaks, pouncing from all directions. These were intelligent hunters of the forest, and their attack was well-coordinated. The four wolves occupied four positions, blocking all of Su Qinnian's escape routes and creating a deadly situation.

Terrifying!

In a split second, Su Qinnian's hair stood on end, and a chill ran down his spine. Before he could react, a fragrant scent wafted, and a graceful figure appeared beside him.

It was her!

Su Qinnian's eyes widened. The woman who appeared beside him was the one who seemed to be sleeping by the stream.

At this moment, her eyes were still slightly closed, but a delicate hand, more translucent than white jade, lifted gently. Her index finger moved in the air, and a faint golden light flowed from her fingertip, like the sunlight filtering through the branches, bright and warm, pure and gentle. However, Su Qinnian's keen mental senses detected a hidden threat.

Huff!

The woman's seemingly slow movements were actually incredibly fast. Her index finger moved, and in an instant, it split into four, her arm creating multiple illusions.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Four golden, soft finger beams, each six inches long, shot out from her fingertips, tearing through the air, leaving four faint golden trails.

Puff!

With a light sound, the four wolves that had pounced on Su Qinnian were frozen in mid-air, four splashes of blood flying out, and then they fell to the ground, lifeless.

Su Qinnian focused and saw that in the center of the foreheads of the four wolves, there was a small, coin-sized hole, with red and white fluid oozing out.

"Finger beams, internal energy!"

After a moment of shock, Su Qinnian's face turned pale. The woman, who was only a few years older than him, had already cultivated internal energy, her cultivation at least reaching the third-class Heaven-Opening Realm.

Hmm?

A few moments later, Su Qinnian sensed something amiss. The woman still had her eyes closed, standing a few feet in front of him, and he could even smell the sweet breath she exhaled.

"This is..."

Another ten moments passed, and Su Qinnian suddenly noticed that the golden sunlight filtering through the branches had turned slightly purple. Before he could investigate further, a strange fluctuation arose in his mind, and soon, a blue sky appeared, with purple mist rising from the east.

Several miles away.

In the Xianyao Valley, in front of a bamboo pavilion, next to a long-burning lamp.

At this moment, Daoist Jingdu's gaze was intense, filled with suspicion and shock. He looked toward the east of Wudang Mountain, where a vast purple mist rose, almost covering half the sky.

"Purple mist from the east! A martial creation phenomenon, who has created a third-class martial technique?"

Daoist Jingdu muttered, thinking that such a dense purple mist was not just from a third-class martial technique but almost reached the level of a second-class martial technique, just one step away from triggering the second martial creation phenomenon.

Ding!

At this moment, a deep and clear bell sound rang from the distant Tianzhu Peak. The bell's tone was thick and serene, cleansing the soul, spreading like water and quickly reaching throughout Wudang Mountain.

"A new martial technique has been created, the Xuanwu Bell sounds on its own!"

At this moment, not only in the Xianyao Valley but also on the seventy-two peaks of Wudang, countless people looked up, their eyes filled with shock. (Chapter 1 is updated early, please vote for recommendation and add to your favorites! Thank you for your support, and remember to vote every day!)