Chapter 3

The night was as still as water.

Time passed in this way, breath by breath.

"Boom!"

A crisp sound, and the spiritual energy gathered in the first spirit wheel burst through, forming the second spirit wheel on the wheel disk.

"Second Spirit Wheel Realm!"

The vast spiritual energy, like wild horses, rushed to the second spirit wheel.

At a visible speed, it accumulated in the second spirit wheel.

Zheng Shiwing's breathing became heavy with excitement. He had broken through! Since being drained of his supreme divine soul by Zheng Tianyu, his cultivation had fallen to its lowest point, and he could no longer make any progress!

At this rate, it wouldn't take long to form the third spirit wheel on the wheel disk, entering the Third Spirit Wheel Realm!

Zheng Shiwing tried to calm his excitement and focused on absorbing the spiritual energy.

"Boom!"

Another dull sound, and the third spirit wheel appeared on the wheel disk.

"Third Spirit Wheel Realm!"

An unprecedented sense of comfort surged in his heart, spreading to every inch of his skin!

Zheng Shiwing stood up, walked to a small tree as thick as a bowl, and, with a deep stance, forcefully punched out his right fist hidden at his waist.

"Crack!" A crisp sound came from inside the small tree. With the sound, the tree swayed a few times and then fell to one side.

"Third wheel..." Zheng Shiwing slowly relaxed his fist, a satisfied smile on his face: "Hard times... are finally over! Zheng Tianyu, wait for me! Since I have risen again, even the ancestral land cannot protect you!"

A gentle breeze blew, carrying the stench from his body due to cultivation to his nostrils.

"Smells terrible!" Zheng Shiwing pinched his nose and looked at himself. His skin was covered with a thick layer of mud, but his smile grew wider: "I've heard that the legendary divine medicine can cleanse the marrow and purge the body of impurities. I didn't expect... the effect to be so good. I feel like my breathing has become a hundred times easier. I'll take a bath first!"

Zheng Shiwing jumped into the pond. The icy, clear water stimulated his pores and muscles like needles.

But this was only for a moment. The cold was soon dispelled by the heat from his internal organs.

At the bottom of the water, he could clearly feel that his body was much cleaner than before. He felt so light that he could jump thousands of meters with just a slight effort.

The spiritual energy in the water continuously entered his body through his pores and then carried the dirty waste back into the water.

As a result, the clear bottom of the pond turned black.

Feeling the changes in his body and the fact that he could stay underwater for a long time without feeling suffocated, he thought: 'The spiritual liquid that only the successor of the Great Eternal Sect is qualified to absorb is indeed extraordinary!'

Zheng Shiwing emerged from the pond, wanting to let out a long roar, but he realized that it was already dawn, and he felt no fatigue.

After getting out of the water, he found a spacious area and began to practice the Thunder Fist.

The Thunder Fist, with the momentum of a thunderbolt, can produce the sound of rolling thunder when practiced to the extreme.

Zheng Shiwing had once practiced to the point of producing the sound of eight thunderclaps.

Although he was only one step away from the ninth thunder, the difference in power between the two was vast.

With only the strength of the Third Spirit Wheel Realm, he did not expect to immediately reach the level of eight thunderclaps. He would be satisfied if he could produce the power of two thunderclaps.

He sank his qi into his dantian, bent his legs slightly, and placed his hands in a V-shape, one in front and one behind.

As he took small steps forward, he alternated his fists.

The flurry of punches, like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, almost enveloped the entire space as he leaped.

At this moment, his seed-like martial soul began to beat rhythmically.

Sometimes it beat strongly, sometimes weakly. But each beat was the best time to punch.

To master the best timing for the Thunder Fist, Zheng Shiwing had endured much hardship.

The sudden change in the strength of the martial soul's beat caught his attention.

"Is it not necessary to punch with the strongest force every time?"

After a smooth set of punches, there was no familiar dull sound, and he frowned.

Then, he controlled the strength of his punches according to the strength of the martial soul's beat.

"Adhere to the hand, and strike with the flow!"

At the strongest beat of the martial soul, he used his maximum strength and punched.

"Thud!"

A faint dull sound came from between his clothes and arm.

"Indeed, it's like this! Again!"

Hearing the dull sound, he used less strength and punched at the weakest beat of the martial soul.

"Thud, thud!"

After one punch, two dull sounds indeed came.

These two sounds confirmed that the rhythm of the martial soul was the rhythm for practicing the Thunder Fist.

"Again!"

The two sounds made him extremely happy. When he practiced the Thunder Fist before, even after mastering the best timing, it took at least three months to produce two dull sounds.

And it was only when he was about to break through to the Fourth Spirit Wheel Realm that he managed to do so.

Unlike now, he had produced two thunderclaps after just a short while of practice.

If this continued, would he quickly recover to the level of eight thunderclaps he had before?

Under the scorching sun, by the empty river.

Zheng Shiwing practiced tirelessly, sweat streaming down his face and wetting the ground.

After practicing more than five hundred times, the two thunderclaps from one punch finally turned into three.

"Very good! Three thunderclaps!" Zheng Shiwing nodded in satisfaction, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and continued practicing.

"Damn it, where is that waste of space hiding? Waste of space, I hope you don't let me see you, or I'll kill you!"

Zheng Shan, cursing, appeared on a hill not far from where Zheng Shiwing was practicing.

He walked, swinging his arms.

Clearly, he had spent a lot of effort looking for Zheng Shiwing.

The moment he saw Zheng Shiwing, his eyes lit up, and he ran over excitedly.

Yesterday, after being chased away by Tang Wansnow, he had hidden in his room to practice and luckily broke through to the Third Spirit Wheel Realm.

So he came to find Zheng Shiwing early in the morning.

To avoid drawing attention, Zheng Shan chose to come alone, but he had searched hill after hill without finding anyone. Now... he finally saw him!

Zheng Shan's face twisted into a malicious grin as he rolled up his sleeves and ran toward Zheng Shiwing, barking orders: "Waste of space, where do you think you can run this time? Tang Wansnow is still practicing in the family training hall. Watch me break your legs..."

Zheng Shiwing slowly moved his fists, fully immersed in the practice, not even looking at Zheng Shan: "Idiot, I don't have time to deal with you. Get lost..."

Now that he could finally practice, Zheng Shiwing had no time to deal with others.

Idiot? The veins on Zheng Shan's forehead bulged, and his anger flared. This waste of space dared to call him a waste of space again and again? Today, he would break his leg to teach him a lesson.

Zheng Shan's smile turned sinister as he shook his neck: "Waste of space, it seems you're itching for a beating!"

"Seems you've forgotten the last time I chased you around the mountain with an axe." Zheng Shiwing stopped his practice, bent down, and picked up a rusty axe lying nearby: "Seems I need to teach you a lesson again..."

Zheng Shan's face twitched. Although Zheng Shiwing's cultivation had fallen, his martial awareness remained. When he was in the Second Spirit Wheel Realm, Zheng Shiwing could see through his weaknesses with an axe, chasing him around the mountain and making him a laughingstock in the family.

"You wouldn't have mentioned it!" Zheng Shan clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, and his eyes filled with a cold, mocking smile: "Waste of space, I'm in the Third Spirit Wheel Realm now. Let's see how you can cut me! Even if you have an axe, I'll make you fall before you can draw it!"

"Kneel!"

Zheng Shan, with his improved cultivation, didn't take Zheng Shiwing seriously. He took a lightning step, raised his knee, and pulled his wrist, turning his leg into a whip. He used the "Tiger's Tail" move to strike Zheng Shiwing's left knee.

So fast! Zheng Shiwing felt the wind of the punch and immediately knew that his opponent had indeed broken through. He bent his knee, lowered his body, and raised his elbow, using his shoulder to lift the whip leg, choosing to counterattack head-on!

If it were yesterday, he wouldn't have confronted Zheng Shan directly, but now it was different.

Both were in the Third Spirit Wheel Realm! Who was afraid of whom? Zheng Shiwing steeled his resolve and used the "Moon Rising from the Sea" move to lift his arm!

"Boom!"

At the moment their fists met, Zheng Shiwing's arm produced three consecutive thunderclaps. Zheng Shan felt his feet suddenly lose their footing, his leg hit by an electric shock, and he lost balance, floating in the air.

Step up the mountain! Zheng Shiwing followed up, using his foot to leap up and kick Zheng Shan in the chest!

Crack! Zheng Shan's chest bone caved in, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, falling like a meteor, creating a dull sound similar to a bag of goods hitting the ground.

Instantly, large amounts of blood gushed from Zheng Shan's mouth like a fountain.

How is this possible! His face was filled with disbelief as he looked at Zheng Shiwing, standing proudly like a war god. When he was in the Second Spirit Wheel Realm, he could knock Zheng Shiwing to the ground with one punch.

Now, both were in the Third Spirit Wheel Realm, yet he was beaten so badly by this waste of space?

"Could he have taken the Pulse-Burning Pill?"

Zheng Shan's mind raced. The Pulse-Burning Pill was a banned drug that burned the tendons and meridians to temporarily increase cultivation.

Although it could temporarily boost a cultivator's strength, it drained their potential, making them a complete waste of space in the martial path.

It took him at least two years to advance from the Second Spirit Wheel Realm to the Third Spirit Wheel Realm!

This guy gained the strength to match him overnight, he must have taken the Pulse-Burning Pill!

Thinking this, Zheng Shan used his arms to support himself and stood up, his eyes twitching from the pain in his chest. He stepped back, speaking rapidly: "Waste of space, even without a martial soul, you still had potential!"

"Now that you've taken the Pulse-Burning Pill, burning your tendons and meridians, you will be a complete waste of space!"

"When the effects of the Pulse-Burning Pill wear off, it will be the time for me to kill you!"

"Idiot, don't you know that only defeated dogs bark with their tails between their legs?" Zheng Shiwing sprang forward, his fists producing a series of thunderclaps: "This punch will teach you a lesson. Stay away from me in the future!"