Chapter 33

Unknown how long had passed, Zheng Shiyi felt that the memory seemed to have merged with his body, as if it was constantly flowing through his veins.

It was indescribable, inexplicable.

But! Zheng Shiyi knew he had it!

Sometimes, it's just like that... you just get it... you just get it...

There's nothing to explain... you just get it!

"Since you have integrated the insight of the fist intent, wake up." Old Huo said indifferently, "You must be hungry. Why don't you join me for a meal?"

Fist intent? Zheng Shiyi opened his still somewhat puzzled eyes, knowing that he didn't need to ask much, as the old man would explain it to him. He quickly got up and bowed to Old Huo, "I owe my survival to you, Old Huo..."

"Eat..." Old Huo pointed to the food in front of Zheng Shiyi.

After a life-and-death battle, Zheng Shiyi realized he was really starving. As soon as he saw the food, he grabbed it and started wolfing it down.

Old Huo watched Zheng Shiyi with a smile, thinking about telling him about breaking the record and giving him the reward he deserved.

But after some thought, he felt it wasn't appropriate.

If Zheng Shiyi became complacent because of this, wouldn't it ruin this promising young talent? He had already grasped a thread of the fist intent!

As long as no one knew about Zheng Shiyi breaking the record, it would be fine.

After some consideration, Old Huo decided to give Zheng Shiyi a small part of the reward. He took out a hundred soul stones and said, "Little guy, these hundred soul stones are your reward."

"For me?" Zheng Shiyi, still wolfing down the food, pointed to himself in confusion.

Old Huo nodded and said, "Of course. You came here to be punished, but you killed many monsters. These soul stones are your reward for killing them."

"Such a good thing." Zheng Shiyi hastily swallowed the food and took the soul stones, weighing them in his hand and smiling, "I didn't expect the reward to be so generous."

Old Huo looked at Zheng Shiyi with satisfaction, thinking: Little guy, if you knew the reward for breaking the record was far beyond what you could imagine, how happy would you be?

Zheng Shiyi put the soul stones away, wiped his mouth, and thanked Old Huo, preparing to leave.

Old Huo called him back, "Little guy, I have more to say to you."

"Old Huo, what is it?" Zheng Shiyi stopped and looked at Old Huo respectfully.

Old Huo stroked his beard and said, "Martial artists focus not only on physical training but also on mental cultivation. The monsters in the Qi Wheel Cave can easily make one fall into a killing frenzy. You've been in there for so long, you need to calm down and regulate your breathing."

"I see you are at the seventh level of the Qi Wheel Realm. It won't be long before you reach the ninth level. Based on my assessment of your body, I hope that when you break through to the ninth level, you will try to carve the tenth circle of the spirit wheel on your wheel!"

"Carve the tenth circle of the spirit wheel?" Zheng Shiyi's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at Old Huo, "One circle of the spirit wheel represents one realm, and the Qi Wheel Realm has nine levels, so there are nine circles of the spirit wheel in total."

"How can you carve the tenth circle of the spirit wheel?"

Old Huo nodded and explained, "Theoretically, only nine circles of the spirit wheel can be carved on the wheel, but there are always exceptions."

"Geniuses among geniuses can use some foundation-building techniques to carve the tenth circle of the spirit wheel."

"If you can completely carve the tenth circle of the spirit wheel, it will be a perfect foundation-building Qi Wheel. If not, it will be a ninth-level foundation-building Qi Wheel."

"In my memory, no one in our country has achieved a perfect foundation-building Qi Wheel."

"If you can carve the tenth circle of the spirit wheel, even if it's just a small part, you will achieve something that ordinary people can't in your martial path!"

Seemingly thinking of something, Old Huo turned his gaze to Zheng Shiyi and asked, "To carve the tenth circle of the spirit wheel, you need a good foundation-building technique. Do you have such a technique?"

Zheng Shiyi shook his head and said, "I have learned martial techniques and movement skills, but I haven't been exposed to foundation-building techniques."

Old Huo nodded and guided him, "Then, after you leave here, go to the Martial Arts Pavilion and choose such a technique."

"Thank you for your guidance, Old Huo. I'll go and practice." Zheng Shiyi thanked him and turned to leave.

Old Huo watched Zheng Shiyi's departing back and sighed, "A genius who can grasp the fist intent, how can he not have a good foundation-building technique?"

Old Huo quickly walked to the stone tablet, pulled out a piece of paper, an envelope, and a pen.

He wrote something on the paper with the pen. After finishing, he put the paper in the envelope.

He stuffed the envelope onto a nearby white crane, which then flew toward the Martial Arts Pavilion.

The lazy old man guarding the Martial Arts Pavilion was still half-closed his eyes, leaning against the door frame.

A white crane flew in from outside and landed in front of him. He lazily took the envelope and smiled, "Old Huo, you haven't contacted me for a long time. I thought you had forgotten about me."

Sitting up straight, he opened the envelope and took out the letter. The flowing handwriting appeared before his eyes: "Old Ding, if you can read this letter, it means you're still alive. I miss you a bit. Let's have a drink when you have time."

"Now I need your help. The Martial Arts Pavilion has a rule that outer disciples can only enter the second and third floors for a limited time, not exceeding half an hour."

"The foundation-building techniques are all on the second and third floors. Recently, I met a genius named Zheng Shiyi who is lacking such techniques."

"He carries a four-foot-long, one-and-a-half-foot-wide large sword. If he goes to the Martial Arts Pavilion, you must extend his time there."

"Zheng Shiyi? A new disciple?" Old Ding's pupils contracted as he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and wrote, "The Blood Cave is a place to punish errant disciples."

"This guy, as a new disciple, was caught and thrown in there! He must be arrogant and disrespectful. If I extend his time, won't I be encouraging his arrogance?"

After writing, he put the paper in the envelope and stuffed it onto the white crane. The crane flapped its wings and flew toward the Blood Cave.

Not long after, the white crane flew back.

Old Ding stretched and opened the envelope, "Old Ding, that guy was probably framed and caught."

"I saw that guy's performance in the Qi Wheel Cave; he doesn't seem to be a coward. If he's not afraid of death, would he be afraid to admit his mistakes?"

"That guy must have been framed."

"The atmosphere in the sect is getting worse every year. I think it's time for a cleanup!"

"So he was framed." Old Ding nodded in agreement and wrote on the letter, "Then tell me how talented he is, and I'll decide how long he stays on the second or third floor based on the situation."

Old Huo replied, "In the Qi Wheel Cave, without rest, he killed three hundred monsters in one go."

"What?" Old Ding jumped up in surprise. The monsters in the Blood Sea are extremely difficult to deal with. Killing forty is already very impressive.

Fifty is the record of the sect.

The person who set this record is called a genius among geniuses. Old Huo said that the guy named Zheng Shiyi killed three hundred monsters in one go.

Old Ding couldn't believe it and wrote on the envelope, "Old Huo, are you sure the stone tablet that records the number of monsters hasn't malfunctioned?"

Old Huo responded excitedly, "Nonsense, if my stone tablet was broken, would my eyes be blind? I saw it all with my own eyes at the cave entrance!"

"After he killed three hundred monsters, the Blood Sea changed, and a Blood Sea Crocodile emerged, attacking him fiercely."

"As a result, he grasped a thread of the fist intent and, with the strength of the seventh level of the Qi Wheel Realm, shattered one of the Blood Sea Crocodile's claws with a single punch!"

"Fist intent? A little guy at the Qi Wheel Realm grasped the fist intent!" Old Ding's hands trembled, and the letter he was holding fell to the ground.

Fist intent! A legendary existence in martial arts! It is said that those who fully grasp it can kill gods and buddhas!

The conditions for grasping it are extremely stringent.

Old Ding's eyes sparkled; he hadn't been this excited in a long time, "I never thought I would hear about someone grasping the fist intent at the Qi Wheel Realm in my lifetime!"

"This is truly exhilarating!"

"For such a genius, if we don't let him try to carve the tenth circle of the spirit wheel, wouldn't it be a waste?"

Old Ding's arm trembled as he wrote, "Old Huo, for such a genius, you must let him try to carve the tenth circle of the spirit wheel on the wheel, you must let him try!"

Being able to carve the tenth circle of the spirit wheel, even a small part, would result in achievements that ordinary people can't match.

Being able to grasp the fist intent! Old Ding naturally didn't want the person who grasped it to become mediocre, so he kept reminding Old Huo.

Old Huo responded stiffly, "Isn't that obvious? If I didn't let him try to carve the tenth circle of the spirit wheel, would I ask you to extend his time on the second and third floors?"

"Otherwise, how could he find a good foundation-building technique in such a short time?"

Old Ding nodded repeatedly and wrote, "Right, right, right, definitely extend his time on the second and third floors. As long as he's willing, he can stay there without any restrictions!"

If he grasps the fist intent and can also carve the tenth circle of the spirit wheel, what kind of achievements will he achieve on his martial path?

Old Ding was full of anticipation for Zheng Shiyi's ability to carve the tenth circle of the spirit wheel!

After finishing the conversation with Old Ding, Old Huo sat quietly in front of the stone tablet, watching the numbers after "Qi Wheel Cave" change.

One day, two days, three days passed.

"Boom!"

A bright light flashed, and the number after "Qi Wheel Cave" changed from 4999 to 5000.

Zheng Shiyi, who was originally in the Qi Wheel Cave, was sent out of the cave, and the stopped array started to operate again.

"What's going on?" Zheng Shiyi looked at the operating array in confusion, "Could it be that I've killed 5000 monsters?"

He walked to Old Huo, who looked at him with joy, "Little guy, not bad... in less than five days, you've killed enough monsters. You can leave now."