Chapter 26: A Palm That Holds the Universe

  The eerie knife shadow continued to be endless, with each move sharp and fierce. The turbulent rocks flew and splashed, and the smoke filled the air. Like a silkworm shedding its cocoon, the intersecting lines of the slash were displayed perfectly under the catalysis of anger, as Xue Yulong's Wind Slashing Knife Technique was revealed in all its glory!

  A faint sneer hung at the corner of his mouth, and in mid-air, Wenyue's body suddenly moved strangely.

  His entire body seemed to have turned into a piece of willow catkin drifting with the wind, as if it had no weight at all and could float and flutter in mid-air at will.

  Around Wen Ya's body, countless phantoms suddenly appeared out of thin air, jumping from one extreme speed to another...

  In an instant, the air was filled with dazzling brilliance and extremely cold killing intent, but not even Wen Ya's figure could be seen, leaving only a few blurry and faint virtual shadows.

  Frenzied blades danced wildly around him, but none of them could touch his body.

  Suddenly, they all dodged away.

  ……

  Back off!!!!!

  The long-cultivated fighting instinct made Xue Yulong make the most correct choice in an instant.

  It's just...

  Suddenly, a white and slender hand like porcelain, as if writing with abandon, squeezed into Xue Yulong's dense and menacing knife net, and gently pressed against his chest.

  "Ah!" "Rumble"

  Under the gaze of all the spectators in the stadium, Xue Yulong's body flew horizontally backwards in mid-air, as if hit by a speeding giant truck.

  Heavily fell on the hard bluestone ground, 'puff', a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out from Xue Yulong's mouth!

  He struggled hard to get up, and another thread of fresh blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

  "Bang......" Finally fell to the ground powerless!

  The entire martial arts arena was shocked by this sudden change, and all the sounds disappeared in an instant. Every outer door disciple stared blankly at everything in front of them, and after a brief calm, they suddenly burst out with even more intense cheers, completely boiling over.

  Just one palm, a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage lost his combat power.

  The onlookers outside the venue were in an uproar, with almost everyone hardly daring to believe the reality before their eyes.

  "Xue Yulong actually lost just like this, defeated in one move."

  "Is he a master of foundation building?"

  "This guy is too powerful! He defeated a Nascent Soul stage cultivator with just one move."

  "How is this possible? He's only been on the mountain for six years. How can he have such incredible strength!" A youth from the crowd of Mt. Taihang exclaimed in disbelief.

  "Yes, how is that possible. They all went up the mountain six years ago. How can his strength now be even stronger than those outer sect disciples who have been practicing for ten or twenty years?" Another youth also exclaimed in surprise.

  The crowd was abuzz with discussion, and the audience was clearly deeply stimulated by Wen Ya's powerful performance in front of them. A guy who had only just come onto the scene six years ago was now so strong that it was unbelievable.

  A nearly thirty-year-old outer sect elite disciple who had been practicing diligently on the mountain for over a decade, a master of the marrow cleansing stage, Xue Yulong, was defeated with just one palm strike right before his eyes.

  The purple-robed youth, however, continued to walk with a gentle stride, his face calm and unruffled, as if he were not even standing in the midst of the fierce battle, his elegant demeanor becoming increasingly eerie and mysterious in everyone's eyes.

  ……

  "Older brother Wen Ya!"

  "Older brother Wen!"

  ……

  Wen Ya's slender figure floated gently back down to the ground, and a group of young men from various peaks swarmed around him with a "whoosh", even those who were not familiar with him hastily paid their respects.

  "Ah ha, Wen Ya Shixiong, I knew you'd come! It's great to finally vent some anger and let them know the power of our Liuli Peak!" Chuan Lihai stood beside Wen Ya, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he chuckled.

  "Haha, you little scamp...!"

  Having heard Cheng Lihai's words, Wen Ya was just about to scold him, but suddenly stopped talking. Mo Yunzi walked over with his hands behind his back!

  "Master Mò Yúnzǐ, what's wrong?!" Wén Yà was made uneasy by his piercing gaze and asked somewhat nervously.

  "Good, good, good!" Mo Yunzi said three 'good' words in a row. "If I'm not mistaken, your current cultivation has probably reached the perfect foundation period, right? In just six years, you've achieved such impressive strength. Among all the outer sect disciples of the Yanluo Sect, you should be the most revered!"

  "Master Shu Liao has praised him!" Wen Ya said with a smile.

  Mo Yunzi, as the seventh generation disciple of Ya Men Sect, although not in a high position within the sect, his strength was not something that all outer sect disciples could imagine. He naturally could clearly feel Wen Ya's current realm of strength.

  "What? Wen Ya, you've already reached the Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment stage!" The nearby Chen Lie shouted out loud, his eyes wide with incredulity.

  And the other disciples of Tuo Yaofeng who heard Mo Yunzi's words also almost simultaneously inhaled a breath of cold air, exclaiming one after another.

  "Hey, don't be discouraged!" Mo Yunzi said with a smile, stroking his three white whiskers. "The cultivation of Taoist techniques is a long-term accumulation process. Wen Ya has reached the state of Building Foundation Great Perfection in just six years, which is indeed due to his innate talent, but without hard work and practice, it would be absolutely impossible! So, you all need to work harder from now on!"

  Mo Yunzi's words were slow in tone, but extremely solemn. The crowd of young people from the various peaks nodded one after another, looking as if they were deep in thought.

  A group of people walked out of the giant martial arts arena in Tanro Peak, chatting and laughing with each other...

  ……

  Through the slightly closed window, soft rays of light fell on Wen Ya's body. In the room, he sat cross-legged, breathing steadily and slowly, his hands clasped together in a strange gesture at chest level.

  As time passed, in the rhythmic breathing, a fine and invisible mist rose from his body, surging and fluctuating. From his skin, it poured into his body, winding along the complex meridians and bones like a spirit snake, unceasingly.

  With the interval of breathing in and out as the rhythm, after the purple-gray witch power circulates through his body along the route of "Lotus Treasure Classic" for a week, it permeates every inch of his body through blood, flesh, bones, five internal organs and six hollow organs.

  A purple mist swirled around his body, the "Lotus Wizard's Power" surged and danced like cotton dust. Wen Ya's skeleton seemed to be popping like bamboo tubes bursting with beans, making a continuous crackling sound. His originally pitch-black bones that emitted a metallic luster once again solidified, and a faint, almost imperceptible purple glow began to seep out.