Chapter 7

After returning from the Eastern Hall, Huang Xiaolong sat cross-legged on the wooden bed in his room, recalling the arrogant, cold, and hypocritical scene with Huang Ming and his son at the Northern Hall today, his anger rising continuously.

Originally, he had some reservations about beating Huang Wei so badly that even his father wouldn’t recognize him by the end of the year, but now the last bit of hesitation in his heart had completely disappeared.

"Huang Ming must think he has secured the position of the Manor Lord, right!" Huang Xiaolong sneered.

Since Huang Wei’s martial soul awakened, almost all the elders of the Huang Family Manor had rallied to Huang Ming, which led to the distribution of the Qi Pill and today’s scene at the Northern Hall.

After a while, Huang Xiaolong suppressed his anger and continued to cultivate his Xuanqing Art, refining his martial qi.

The mutated dual-headed snake martial soul behind Huang Xiaolong opened its two mouths, voraciously devouring the surrounding spiritual energy. Huang Xiaolong found that after advancing to the Second Rank, the speed at which his dual-headed snake martial soul devoured the surrounding spiritual energy was even faster than before.

Moreover, the dual-headed snake martial soul, which was previously only the size of two palms, had grown significantly larger, with the black and blue light becoming even more intense. When the dual-headed snake martial soul devoured the surrounding spiritual energy, the black and blue light continuously flickered.

Bolts of spiritual energy continuously surged into Huang Xiaolong’s body meridians, transforming into martial qi, which flowed through the second layer of meridians, over and over again.

Soon, several days passed.

During these few days, Huang Xiaolong practiced day and night, almost to the point of madness.

After several days of cultivation, Huang Xiaolong gradually reached the peak of the early Second Rank.

During these few days, Huang Peng and Su Yan almost came to Huang Xiaolong’s small courtyard every day to see him. Seeing their son practicing so intensely, Huang Peng and Su Yan were naturally very worried, especially Su Yan, who shed tears several times in secret. Although Huang Peng and Huang Xiaolong didn’t say anything, she still learned from the servants in the manor about what happened at the Northern Hall a few days ago.

Half a month passed.

During this half month, besides cultivating martial qi in his small courtyard, Huang Xiaolong also practiced the Yi Jin Jing in the back mountain. Practicing the Yi Jin Jing could not be exposed, so Huang Xiaolong could only choose to practice at night.

In the pitch-black night, under the dense forest, a small figure stood in a strange posture. Moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting a mottled pattern on the ground.

Huang Xiaolong raised his hands high above his head. As the Yi Jin Jing circulated, spiritual energy visibly surged into his body meridians, then transformed into internal energy, gathering in his dantian.

As the night gradually faded and the sky brightened, when the sunlight shone on the dew on the grass, Huang Xiaolong opened his eyes and stopped the circulation of the Yi Jin Jing.

Huang Xiaolong suddenly shouted, his palms moving, his body leaping and darting across the grass. With each movement of his palms, the grass was filled with palm shadows.

Streams of air currents rapidly swirled and whistled in the surrounding space.

This was the advanced martial art, Soft Palm, passed down from Huang Xiaolong’s previous family.

When Huang Xiaolong moved his palms, his hands were as soft as if they had no bones. By the end of the practice, each time he struck, a palm print formed by water vapor appeared in the air, lingering for a long time.

The highest realm of Soft Palm is to condense and not disperse, with hidden power that is continuous and unending.

In his previous life, Huang Xiaolong was a martial arts prodigy, not only because his body was suitable for martial arts training, but also because of his terrifying comprehension of martial arts.

After half an hour, Huang Xiaolong’s body slowly stopped.

After a few breaths, the trees around him, each as thick as a bowl, fell one by one, each tree marked with a faint palm print.

Huang Xiaolong looked at the faint palm prints on the trees, his brows furrowed. If it were his previous life, his Soft Palm would leave no trace on the trees. Ultimately, it was because his current internal energy was too weak.

"I wonder how powerful the martial techniques are in this martial soul world," Huang Xiaolong thought.

However, generally, family disciples must reach the Fourth Rank of the Warrior stage before they can learn martial techniques, as only a certain foundation of martial qi can unleash the power of martial techniques. Even if a beginner Warrior learns martial techniques, it’s not very useful.

At this moment, a strange sound suddenly came from behind him. Huang Xiaolong’s heart stirred, and he turned his head to see a half-meter-tall, light purple monkey with light blue eyes perched on a large tree.

"Soul-Devouring Purple Monkey!" Huang Xiaolong was startled.

In his previous life, Huang Xiaolong had read in the family’s ancient books that the Soul-Devouring Purple Monkey was a rare spiritual beast.

Seeing Huang Xiaolong looking at it, the Soul-Devouring Purple Monkey suddenly grinned, chirping and gesturing with its hands, then turned and ran into the depths of the forest.

Huang Xiaolong hesitated for a moment, then followed the Soul-Devouring Purple Monkey into the depths of the forest.

What Huang Xiaolong didn’t expect was that the Soul-Devouring Purple Monkey ran extremely fast on the trees. If it weren’t for the years of practicing the Yi Jin Jing and the Tianxuan Step, he would have had a hard time keeping up.

After half an hour, having crossed countless small rivers and forests, Huang Xiaolong followed the Soul-Devouring Purple Monkey to a valley. The valley was silent, and a chill emanated from within, causing Huang Xiaolong to frown.

"Chirp chirp chirp!" As Huang Xiaolong hesitated about entering the valley, the Soul-Devouring Purple Monkey that had entered the valley ran out, chirping at Huang Xiaolong, clearly calling him to follow.

After some thought, Huang Xiaolong lifted his foot and followed the little guy into the valley. As soon as he entered, a damp and cold air hit him, carrying a foul smell. Not far into the valley, Huang Xiaolong saw scattered human bones on the ground, which appeared to have been dead for many years.

As he went deeper, the bones became more numerous, almost like a mountain of corpses. Even though Huang Xiaolong had lived two lives and had a maturity beyond that of an ordinary child, seeing this scene still made him feel a chill.

However, just as Huang Xiaolong was about to leave the valley, he suddenly came to a green meadow. The meadow was filled with the fragrance of life, with strange flowers and herbs, resembling a paradise. In the center of the meadow was a green lake. Huang Xiaolong was somewhat stunned, not expecting that the first half of the valley was a hell of bones, while the second half was a paradise.

At this moment, the Soul-Devouring Purple Monkey stopped in front of a cliff in the valley, chirping at Huang Xiaolong and gesturing with its hands, pointing to the top of the cliff. Huang Xiaolong walked over and followed its hand, seeing a thick, short green branch extending from the cliff, with several red fruits on it.

These red fruits were so red that they were dazzling, and a strange fragrance emanated from them, making one feel intoxicated.

"Is this... a Yang Fruit?!" Huang Xiaolong was startled, a surge of joy rising in his heart.

The Yang Fruit grows in extremely yin places but gathers the nine yang energies of heaven and earth. When consumed by someone cultivating martial qi, it can not only enhance their martial qi cultivation but also cleanse and refine their meridians, bringing unimaginable benefits to future cultivation!