Chapter 16

Yang Yu had already made up his mind.

Tonight, he would definitely take the Qi-Inducing Pill and then cultivate a thread of true qi. With just a thread of true qi, he could unleash unimaginable combat power.

As for the Yong'an Association, it was not even worth mentioning.

The porcelain bottle containing the Qi-Inducing Pill was already in Yang Yu's hands. One Qi-Inducing Pill was worth 50 exchange points, and this was still a result of a half-sale, half-gift. If it were a normal exchange, the price would definitely be over a hundred, and possibly even more.

Although the Qi-Inducing Pill was not of high grade, its value was very high. Without the Qi-Inducing Pill, even if someone had martial arts techniques, it would take them several months to cultivate a thread of true qi. For those with poor aptitude, it might take years, or they might never cultivate a thread of true qi at all.

He unscrewed the bottle cap, and a round pill appeared in Yang Yu's hand. It was a green pill, with a not very strong fragrance, but rather a pungent smell. Although he didn't know what herbs were used to refine it, as long as it was a Qi-Inducing Pill, it was enough.

He checked the locks on the doors in the room, confirming that there were no unstable factors around. Then, Yang Yu sat cross-legged on the bed and swallowed the Qi-Inducing Pill.

"Boom!"

Yang Yu felt a terrifying change within his body. At this moment, his body became light, and some mysterious currents of qi were running rampant in his dantian. Some invisible meridians became clearly visible to him.

Qi!

True qi!

Yang Yu felt it; it was an indescribable sensation, making him boil with excitement. What he needed to do was to gather these chaotic true qi and then integrate them into his body.

The Shaolin Heavenly Gang Body Protection Technique began to circulate, and some true qi was gathered. Although this true qi was generated with the help of the Qi-Inducing Pill, it did not hinder Yang Yu's absorption. The chaotic true qi merged into his flesh, and a small part gathered in his dantian.

The true qi that merged into his flesh would temper his body, while the true qi that gathered in his dantian would become a part of his body.

His mind was highly focused, and his thoughts converged on the dantian. More and more true qi gathered in the dantian. These attribute-less true qi were easy to tame. Gradually, a thread of pure true qi appeared in the dantian.

Controlling this thread of true qi, Yang Yu continued to absorb the scattered true qi. Gradually, this thread of true qi became two, and soon it became three. However, by this time, the effect of the Qi-Inducing Pill had worn off, and there was almost no chaotic true qi left in the dantian.

Three threads of true qi!

One Qi-Inducing Pill actually allowed Yang Yu to cultivate three threads of true qi. If this were to be said, it would be quite shocking. For most people, being able to cultivate one thread of true qi after taking a Qi-Inducing Pill would be considered a success. Cultivating two threads would be called a martial arts prodigy, and Yang Yu had cultivated three.

The qi induction was successful, and it was very successful.

Of course, if the real reason were to be investigated, it was not hard to understand.

First, he had taken the Bone Washing Pill, and after the bone washing and marrow cleansing, his body had become a superior cultivation physique, making it naturally easy to induce qi.

Second, he had the Super Sect Leader System. Although the system was currently at level one, he had twice the cultivation and comprehension speed at level one. This double speed was not to be taken lightly.

No matter what, after successfully inducing qi, his confidence was even greater. Feeling the increased strength in his body, Yu Zeming was completely no match for him.

He slowly stood up, and his whole person seemed to have grown taller. His tall and straight figure, his cold and stern face, and his posture that seemed ready to burst at any moment all indicated his transformation.

"Good, too good," Yang Yu couldn't help but say.

In the Sect Leader Space.

"AI, what is my current strength?" Yang Yu asked directly.

"Quasi-Warrior!" the AI replied mechanically.

Hearing this, Yang Yu immediately smiled: "Haha, too good, I've finally entered the door."

Listening to Yang Yu's words, the AI couldn't help but say, "Sect Leader, don't be too proud. A Quasi-Warrior is just at the threshold of being a warrior. A Yellow-Rank Warrior can take on dozens of Quasi-Warriors. And based on my detection of the Earth environment, even a Yellow-Rank Warrior could be killed by a single handgun."

"Handgun?" Yang Yu was taken aback.

"Exactly, a handgun," the AI said solemnly. "According to my analysis, without the strength of a Mystic-Rank Warrior, it's impossible to dodge a bullet. Unless you have a high-level martial arts technique, a handgun can finish off any low-level warrior."

The AI clearly had more to say, but the meaning was already clear: You are just a Quasi-Warrior, still very weak. An ordinary person with a gun could take you down, so don't be too proud.

"For now, let's not worry about this. Not everyone can easily get a gun. If I can't win, I'll just run. I don't have any samurai spirit," Yang Yu thought for a moment and said.

...

In the People's Park.

Yang Yu was practicing his Luohan Fist. His fist technique was now much more fierce, far surpassing what it was two days ago.

The confrontation with Yu Zeming yesterday deepened his understanding of the fist technique. Combined with the successful cultivation of three threads of true qi last night, he had pushed the Luohan Fist to the Great Perfection stage.

The Luohan Fist at the Great Perfection stage could unleash its full power, and Yang Yu's strength had increased by a third.

A person practicing boxing in the People's Park could attract quite a few gazes, but Yang Yu didn't care. He continued until he could perform the Luohan Fist with ease, switching between moves effortlessly, before he stopped.

Night fell.

"Brother Hu, the brothers are all set up. There are over thirty of them. If that kid really dares to come, we'll make sure he doesn't return," a subordinate said.

"Thirty people?" Tiger Hu nodded. "That's overestimating him. If I don't beat him so badly that he calls me grandpa, I'll change my name."

"Brother Hu is mighty. That kid really thinks he's a martial arts expert just because he learned a few moves. Watch me make him beg for mercy."

"Making him beg for mercy isn't enough. We'll finish him off to avenge Xiao Long and the others."

"Throw him into the sea to feed the fish!"

Hearing this, Tiger Hu laughed heartily: "Good. If he doesn't know his place, we'll kill him today. How dare he threaten me? I've been in Jinghai City for over ten years, and he's the first to threaten me."

"Then we can't let him off. The brothers will avenge you, Brother Hu. This kid is just too arrogant."

Yang Yu had no idea that Tiger Hu had already arranged for people. Even if he knew, he wouldn't be afraid. In his view, they were just a bunch of rabble, not worth considering.

Checking the time, he put on a black shirt, a black hat, and went downstairs.

He got into a taxi, told the driver the location, and slowly closed his eyes. He was resting to prepare for the upcoming battle, while also reflecting on his life. In just a few days, his life had become so rich and colorful.

"One draw chance, 100 exchange points," Yang Yu muttered. This was the reward for this mission.

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