The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal - Chapter 165
Chapter 165: Chapter 165: Qi Refinement Ninth Level Peak, The Initial Display of Fist Intent
“That’s right, just like that!” Ye Feng smiled.
Although he didn’t know where the Little Squirrel came from, Qiao Jiaxi’s physical condition simply couldn’t withstand the waterfall’s prolonged impact. It was better to spar with the Little Squirrel and first master the basic skills of the boxing technique.
Watching the nimble Little Squirrel evade, Ye Feng could see it using the force of its opponent, managing to hit Qiao Jiaxi’s forehead successfully every time. Although the force wasn’t great, the precision was very high.
As long as it got serious, even an average High-rank Demon Soldier Level Demon Beast might not be a match for the Little Squirrel.
“This must be the Squirrel Fist, right?”
Ye Feng muttered to himself.
In the following time, Qiao Jiaxi practiced boxing with the squirrel. Whenever he was tired, he rested on the spot; when hungry, he ate pinecones and Divine Vegetable leaves; when thirsty, he drank Spirit Spring Water.
The Little Squirrel, as Qiao Jiaxi’s sparring target, also enjoyed these Spiritual Objects.
After resting, they continued to compete.
In the blink of an eye, dusk arrived.
“Little Squirrel, I need to return to the Sect to rest, I’ll come find you again tomorrow,” Qiao Jiaxi waved and disappeared into the jungle.
The Little Squirrel seemed reluctant to part, but it too left the valley eventually, taking several large loops before jumping onto an ancient pine tree shrouded in spiritual mist, surrounded by hundreds of squirrels, looking like a valiant Mountain King.
After dinner, Qiao Jiaxi stood on the mountain peak, continuing to lift rocks for Body Refinement.
Early the next day, he took a bag of Divine Vegetable leaves and a large bucket of Spirit Spring Water and went down the mountain to cultivate again.
In front of the waterfall.
Two figures quickly exchanged moves, fists shadows interweaving.
However, Qiao Jiaxi was not a match at all; not to mention hitting the Little Squirrel, he couldn’t even evade, and was on the receiving end of a one-sided beating.
But, Qiao Jiaxi’s combat talent was high.
By midday, he had managed to see the Little Squirrel’s movements clearly and could even block them. Although he could only block a third of the attacks, it was still a tremendous improvement.
“Squeak squeak!”
The Little Squirrel hopped in place, as if giving praise.
“Let’s rest for a bit.”
Calling it rest, Qiao Jiaxi lay on his back on the ground, lifting a rock weighing a thousand catties to train his arms.
The Little Squirrel bit its paw, a realization appearing in its eyes, lifting a thousand-catty rock with one arm and playfully tossing it in place.
“Such great strength!” Qiao Jiaxi marveled.
Even Ye Feng at the mountain peak watched with wide eyes, itching to say, “Such a powerful Spiritual Beast would be great to have as a Mountain Guardian Spirit Beast.”
An hour later.
Qiao Jiaxi continued to spar with the Little Squirrel.
After half a day, Qiao Jiaxi had managed to block fifty percent of the attacks.
The second day, he blocked eighty percent of the attacks.
On the third day, Qiao Jiaxi was able to block all of the Little Squirrel’s attacks, with substantial increases in both his punching speed and reaction time.
“Not bad at all!”
Ye Feng sat atop the peak, eating roasted yams, and praised.
Whirling!
A powerful storm swept out, soon engulfing the entire summit of Misty Peak, drawing the attention of all the disciples.
Mo Ying was seen hovering in mid-air, her aura having reached the peak of the Qi Refinement Ninth Layer, imposing a great sense of pressure.
“I’ve finally made the breakthrough.”
Mo Ying landed on the ground, took a deep breath, and bowed to Ye Feng, “Sect Leader, I have broken through to the peak of the Qi Refinement Ninth Layer. With some more accumulation, I can formally make an attempt at the Element Gathering Realm.”
“Good, very good!” Ye Feng clapped and commended, passing her a bottle of Consolidating Origin Pills, “Remember to take these when you’re making your breakthrough.”
“Yes, thank you for your concern, Sect Leader,” Mo Ying accepted the elixir.
“Senior Sister Mo Ying truly has an Upper Grade root bone; she can attempt the Element Gathering Realm now. We need to work hard too!”
“That’s right!”
All the other disciples were inspired, filled with motivation.
In front of the waterfall.
Qiao Jiaxi exchanged a punch with the Little Squirrel, the impact causing him to stagger back more than a dozen steps, gasping for breath.
The Little Squirrel lay on the ground, panting with its tongue out.
“We’ll set out for the Divine Wind Sword Sect in three days. I must accelerate my progress and strive to gather momentum before leaving,” Qiao Jiaxi said, drinking some Spirit Spring Water and continuing his fierce battle with the Little Squirrel.
Another day had passed.
Boom!
Qiao Jiaxi finally managed to fling Little Squirrel into the air with an uppercut, turning the tide of the battle from a disadvantage to a draw, and now, to an advantage.
“I did it!”
Qiao Jiaxi jumped up excitedly.
Little Squirrel also scurried over, climbed onto Qiao Jiaxi’s shoulder, and gently massaged his shoulder with its paws, its little face brimming with joy.
Not long afterwards, Qiao Jiaxi’s rest ended.
“I’m going to enter the waterfall now.”
Having said this, Qiao Jiaxi wrapped a silk cloth around his head, took a deep breath, leaped into the waterfall, and found that the impact on his body was still very strong, but it was much easier than it had been several days before.
One punch, two punches…
Qiao Jiaxi threw hundreds of punches in succession, still standing tall, and began to strike at the falling water, creating huge splashes with each punch and the roaring sound was incessant.
“Divine Fist, focuses on gathering momentum; when you throw a punch, you must glare ahead, concentrate on the punch, and unearth the potential power…”
Qiao Jiaxi murmured the mantra to himself.
Splash!
The waterfall crumbled under his punches but nevertheless continuously poured down without end.
Qiao Jiaxi swung his fists, one after another, his gaze growing more focused.
Little Squirrel nibbled on a pinecone before realizing that Qiao Jiaxi had caused a splash in the waterfall, and it was so surprised that its mouth gaped open, letting the pinecone drop to the ground.
Half an hour passed.
Qiao Jiaxi was again swept away by the surge of water, collapsing on the ground, breathing heavily, but there was no sign of fear in his eyes, only joy.
“Squeak, squeak.”
Little Squirrel brought some mountain spring water in a lotus leaf to his side. Qiao Jiaxi, like land parched for years, drank the water frantically before he resumed his arduous training.
Day after day.
Tomorrow, he would be heading to Divine Wind Sword Sect.
Ye Feng stood on the peak, stretched out his hand, and caught ten Bloodline Purifying Pills falling from the sky.
“Finally refined them.”
A few days ago, Ye Feng secretly contacted the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch, who was enjoying himself in the Goulan of Whitefloat City, to purchase a good amount of Spiritual Medicine.
After spending a total of one thousand five hundred Lower Grade Spirit Stones, Ye Feng obtained a large quantity of Spiritual Medicine, and with the Virtual Pill Refining Furnace, refined thirty Bloodline Purifying Pills and gave them to the Mountain Guardian Spirit Beast.
“Screech!”
The Iron Claw Dragon Eagle let out a piercing cry as its body began to glow, expanding, with its claws becoming sharper and its wingspan reaching fifteen meters, exuding the aura of a High-rank Demon Soldier Level Demon Beast.
“It has finally made a breakthrough,” Ye Feng said with relief.
The Iron Claw Dragon Eagle had consumed three Bloodline Purifying Pills and a significant amount of High-Grade Spirit Beast Feed, finally achieving advancement.
Fox Da Hong, a naturally born Spiritual Beast with a high potential, had already broken through to the High-rank Demon Soldier Level yesterday. Now, only Little White Fox and the other five Spiritual Beasts had yet to breakthrough.
As for the disciples, only Qiao Jiaxi remained.
Ye Feng distributed the newly acquired ten Bloodline Purifying Pills, giving all of them to Little White Fox, Dog Er Ha, Pig San Pang, Toad Si Chu, and Pumpkin Wu Gua, five Middle Rank Demon Soldier Level Spiritual Beasts, hoping they would breakthrough soon.
Afterward, Ye Feng looked into the distance.
“Jia Xi, you also have to push harder!”
Below the waterfall.
Qiao Jiaxi’s arms hung naturally, his head lowered, enduring the impact of the high-speed water flow. Little Squirrel stood at the edge of the pool, its little face filled with concern.
It could tell that today, Qiao Jiaxi was a bit different.
It was as if something inside him was awakening, giving off the sensation that it was about to burst forth.
“Divine Fist, unyielding!”
Suddenly, Qiao Jiaxi opened his eyes, allowing the water to rush down over him, but a strong aura exploded from him, creating a thin, half-inch thick pale golden shield around his body that blocked the impact of the water.
He began to punch!
With each punch, the waterfall exploded as if struck by an invisible blast, almost halting its flow.
Then, Qiao Jiaxi continually threw punches, his fists seemed to be enveloped by a solid shield of golden light. The water was deflected before it could even come close to touching him.
“Huh, Jia Xi’s task progression has reached 75%; it seems he has initially mastered the Divine Fist and has even formed Fist Intent, allowing his aura to gather to one point three times its normal state.”
Ye Feng received a prompt from the System and looked in astonishment towards the base of the waterfall, spotting Qiao Jiaxi enveloped in a faint golden light.
