Chapter 6: The Heart of the Extreme Path, Shattering the Mirror is Imminent

  Time flew by, and the faint light of dawn appeared on the horizon. Jun Wuming opened his eyes, only to close them again and circulate the Purple Spirit Technique. A thread of faint purple energy descended from the sky, entering the youth's body as he sat cross-legged. After a few breaths, he opened his eyes once more, with a hint of purple energy in his gaze, accompanied by an aura of power that captivated people's hearts.

  At this time, you have no name, one stage of great perfection, the second stage breakthrough is imminent. The spiritual force finally broke through the second-stage barrier in this cultivation, and what's left is to break through the bottleneck of the second-stage law!

  First stage: Refine the Body, Second stage: Refine the Breath, First stage: Refine the Body. Using secret methods to strengthen muscles and bones, temper skin and transform breath. The body is the warm bed of magical power. Without a strong physical foundation, even a single strand of magical power can burst and shatter the mortal body, destroying the inner organs!

  Physical Cultivation is a unique practice in this world, where the body is tempered to its limits, and then the innate primordial energy transforms into internal energy, nourishing the body, at which point the first stage of Qi transformation begins.

  Inner energy transforms and nourishes the body. When a cultivator grasps a thread of energy, they can break through to the second stage with ease, just like Jun Wu Xie's comprehension of the Divine Water Lotus Platform, which is a unique manifestation of her energy.

  Second-order refinement, one breath transforms the law, and the spirit is born. A second-order strongman's use of spiritual power and control over the law is completely superior to that of a first-order cultivator, and a single strand of his law power can crush a first-order cultivator to death. Each strand of law power contains the power of one elephant, and even a newly formed second-order cultivator has the weight of three elephants.

  This giant elephant is not an ordinary creature, but a ferocious beast known as the Xuan Huang Giant Elephant that has existed since ancient times. With just one finger, it can pierce through a block of refined iron!

  However, what sets second-order strong individuals apart from first-order strong individuals is not just the transformation of their physical strength, but more importantly, the difference lies in the strength of their mental power.

  If we say that the mental strength of a second-order strong person is like an adult, then the mental strength of a first-order strong person can only be like an infant.

  Of course, there are also those who have an extraordinary innate spiritual power. If you don't have this kind of innate body, with strong and vigorous innate spiritual power, plus your cultivation since childhood, from the womb, using the innate purple energy to refine your soul. Now your soul is extremely powerful, once you reach the second stage, with secret methods to open up, the explosive spiritual power will be astonishing!!!

  Withdrawing the overflowing and powerful spirit, you have no name, looking around in all directions, closing your eyes and smiling, then suddenly flashing a body lightly jumping down from the roof, leaving the mansion directly.

  Soft morning light shines faintly into the deep autumn forest, bringing a hint of chill, walking in the early morning forest, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

  Cry (of a bird)

  A loud eagle cry suddenly came from the high sky, and Jun Wuming subconsciously looked up to see a huge cyan eagle transformed into an illusion passing through the cloud layer.

  A dark green shadow materializes, this green eagle is several meters long, its wings spread like sharp blades, cutting through the clouds with one swift motion, sweeping across the sea of clouds like a storm raging across thousands of troops, stirring up layers of turbulent winds.

  Danger! The eagle's eyes narrowed, instantly alert. Its body shot up in an instant and swept into the dense branches of a giant tree. This giant eagle was called Storm Blue Eagle, born with the power to control the wind attribute, a third-tier wind attribute beast, extremely ferocious, and loved to attack humans. Jun Wúmíng naturally didn't dare confront it head-on, or else he would be killed in an instant by this giant eagle.

  However, although he didn't dare to show his face, Jun Wuming wasn't necessarily afraid of it. As he glanced at the giant eagle circling in the sky with his eyes, Jun Wuming secretly ridiculed it in his heart, thinking that this stupid eagle was probably fed arsenic by Old Shouxing and became impatient. With powerful cultivators patrolling within the territory of Yunzhen all the time, relying solely on a single third-stage Storm Eagle, Jun Wuming dared to guarantee that without even taking a few breaths, this stupid eagle would be dead.

  "Ten, nine, eight, seven."

  In his heart, he silently counted, you have no name, only seven paths to follow. Only on the ground did a magnificent black and white sun slowly rise, majestic and powerful.

  Its black and white light flashed across the sky, the two black and white energies only turned once at the horizon, rushing like lightning in an instant, sweeping out a pair of magnificent black and white wheels of light that pierced through the sky and entered the chest of a flying giant eagle.

  Silent and soundless, black and white light flashed by, the giant green eagle was annihilated in the black and white light before it could react, turning into ash.

  He couldn't help but shudder, and a look of shock flashed across Jun Wuming's face. What a powerful technique! The third-stage Storm Eagle was unable to withstand even one of his spells and was reduced to dust. Immediately, a thread of excitement flashed in his eyes, and his heart began to stir restlessly. He laughed loudly in his heart, this is interesting, really too interesting. Such a world is what Jun Wuming has been pursuing, yearning for. A world like this can make Jun Wuming feel less...

  "What a close call! Luckily, Ben Zhai's strongman intervened, otherwise you and I would have been done for this time!"

  "Lucky for us, Head. You think if we make a big achievement this time and don't harm the young master, he'll agree to our request and grant us..."

  "Nonsense! No harm done, young master. Let's go, this matter can't be delayed or it will lead to changes. Handing over this eagle egg is urgent!"

  Hearing the noise at the foot of the tree, Jun Wuming suddenly woke up from his emotions. Looking over, he only saw two yellow-clad middle-aged men sneaking around, dragging a large package under the tree. The two men had a sly look on their faces, but Jun Wuming recognized the yellow clothes they wore - it was the uniform of the Lianyun Stronghold guards. It was clear that these two disciples were from the Lianyun Stronghold guard. Listening to their conversation, Jun Wuming instantly understood what had happened. It turned out that these two men had stolen the young eaglet of the Violent Wind Eagle, causing it to lose its mind and forcefully break into the territory of the Lianyun Stronghold.

  "Are you alright?"

  She gave a soft laugh and immediately stopped admiring the morning light of the mountains, her figure unfolded, and one by one, the lush ancient trees flashed by in an instant.

  Before long, they arrived at the foot of the mountain training ground. Passing through the training ground, they casually glanced around and saw that the training was already in full swing. From a distance, they saw Junshan waving the thorny branches of the rose bush, but Jun Wuming didn't go over to chat with him, instead passing by directly and heading straight for Dianchun Hall.

  Emerald peach garden crown, secluded path four borders through, stone bridge flowing water green, clear pond small fish red. Ancient tree sunlight filters, famous building misty envelops, dot spring hall inside gaze, leftover sword

  Hero.

  This poem is about the scenery inside Dianchun Hall. Dianchun Hall is a place for mountain strongholds to discuss matters, and as such, it has a solemn and majestic atmosphere, with beautiful and elegant scenery. The vermilion ancient wooden architecture exudes an air of grandeur, with hundred-meter-long bluestone steps that evoke a sense of antiquity. Towering ancient trees stand on either side, their branches stretching towards the sky. Without stopping to greet the guards at the entrance, one walks straight into the inner courtyard.

  At this moment, a tall and sturdy young man walked across the stone bridge, humming to himself. Seeing Jun Wuming, he seemed to have shining eyes, and from afar, he shouted in a loud voice, "Young brother, you've come just in time! Mother was just mentioning you and urging me to find you for dinner!"

  Jun Wuming smiled lightly, and the one walking over was his second older cousin, Jun Wuwei. This second older brother was more than three years older than him, extremely tall and sturdy, with a gentle personality and a love for eating. Compared to his older brother's cleverness, Jun Wuwei indeed seemed more lovable.

  The backyard of Dianchun Hall has always been the residence of the great master of Lianyun Village (Lianyun 18 villages, the head of the Jun tribe is called the great master, and the other 17 heads are called village masters). This great master does not love luxury, is obsessed with martial arts, and his martial power shakes the surrounding area for thousands of miles. However, the one in charge is actually the elder sister of Jun Wuming's mother. Jun Wuming's mother was originally the cousin of the great master's wife, and since Jun Wuming's parents passed away, she has been raising him, so Jun Wuming is very close to this great master's family.

  You, Wú Míng, have a great aunt with exceptional means that are not to be underestimated by other women. Originally, according to the character of the former leader, Lord Jùn Yuǎn Yún, he would never have competed for the position of leader, but this great aunt, Lín Hóng, is not one to endure loneliness. In the end, she relied on her means to push Lord Jùn Yuǎn Yún onto the position of leader, and even the Cloud Fortress was managed by her in an orderly and thriving manner.

  In recent years, Lianyun Village's prosperity and strength are inseparable from the care of this village headwoman.

  Through the vermilion-painted corridor to the small garden, a beautiful woman with exceptional charm had been waiting for a long time by the round table. The beauty wore a light green palace dress, with a flowing cloud hairpin, and a dot of cinnabar on her brow as before. Her shoulders were like carved jade, her waist was like a twisted silk, her eyes were fixed without moving, her makeup was completely gone, revealing her natural beauty, and her hands were as soft as lotus leaves.

  Her face was like a peach blossom, her cheeks were flushed with excitement, her eyebrows were like green jade, her skin was as smooth as cream, and her breath was as fragrant as orchids. A tall middle-aged man stood beside her left hand, while on her right side stood a young man in white clothes holding a book, lost in thought with his eyes closed. When he saw Master No-Name approaching, he got up to invite him to take a seat.

  "You're nameless, one smile 'Auntie, nephew, I've kept you waiting for a long time'".

  "Come on over and sit down, no need for so much courtesy!"

  "Huh, is it about to break through?"

  Surprised and smiling, her willow eyebrows curved, narrowing into two ivory crescents. Suddenly, she smiled mischievously: "Ming'er, if you encounter any problems with your cultivation, you can ask your uncle. Your uncle has been wanting to take on a disciple for some time now."

  His heart skipped a beat, Jun Wuming hastily dodged his face away. This mountain stronghold's madam had a personality that was sometimes elegant like a noblewoman and sometimes playful like a sorceress, and Jun Wuming had long since learned from experience. Having been tricked several times before, Jun Wuming naturally wouldn't make the same mistake again.

  It's clear that the mistress of the village is not an ordinary person, but Jun Wuming can be certain that his aunt's cultivation is definitely not martial arts. It seems to be a kind of strange technique, but since this matter involves other people's privacy, Jun Wuming doesn't think it's good to pry too much, and his curiosity is only hidden in his heart.

  "Xiao Ming, your aunt is right. If you have any questions, although your uncle may not be a good role model, he can still offer some guidance." The middle-aged man beside him chimed in with a smile.

  "That little nephew of mine thanks you first, Uncle!"

  That's all, you don't know the name of this great bandit chief, and although Jun Yun is in the position of the great bandit chief, most of the worldly affairs are managed by his wife Lin Hong, and he devotes himself to martial arts practice. At this time, his martial arts skills are profound and immeasurable, and few people in the stronghold can match him.

  Jun Wuming didn't stand on ceremony and took the opportunity during breakfast to ask Jun Yuanyun about all the things he hadn't understood before. Jun Yuanyun was indeed very patient and meticulous in his explanations, going through each point one by one and helping Jun Wuming to resolve all the unclear parts of his usual practice.

  "Good boy, you're about to break through. Auntie has prepared a little gift for you. On the edge of the waterfall at Taoshan, Auntie has recently built a mountain villa. You're already over ten years old, and I know you're precocious and brave beyond your peers. Now that you're on the verge of breaking through, with us protecting you, no one will dare to bother you. Are you willing to accept this little gift from Auntie?"

  At this time, Lin Hong's face was filled with a smile as she looked at Jun Wu Ming's relieved expression. She had spent countless efforts to bring him from a toddler who had just learned to walk to the young man he was today. Now that Jun Wu Ming had finally achieved something and was about to become a second-tier strongman at the tender age of ten, which was a rare feat in the entire history of the mountain village, how could she not feel relieved?

  You have no name, of course, you won't decline. Living under someone else's roof is not a long-term solution after all. Having a villa of your own to rest in is naturally the most delightful thing.

  Jun Wú Míng immediately thanked the beautiful woman with a smile. On the side, Jun Wú Yōu and Jun Wú Wèi, two brothers, looked at each other with envy. Although the elder brother, Jun Wú Yōu, had already broken through to the second stage boundary, Lin Hong had stayed by his side for several years under the pretext of not being able to take care of himself. Now, Jun Wú Yōu was a 15-year-old young man, and according to the rules of the village, he would become an adult in another year and participate in the coming-of-age ceremony.

  "You two don't have to be jealous or afraid, I've also prepared a house for you, right next to Yuan'er's. You two have been close since childhood, just keep each other company."

  "As for you, Wuyou, just be yourself and we'll talk about it again after you've grown up. For now, let's focus on studying for another year and then I'll make arrangements for you." Wuyou was Lin Hong's intended successor, so he naturally had less freedom. Wuyou didn't say much, but he understood all this - his younger brother and cousin would be his future right-hand men. Although he had more freedom now, the training he received was actually not that different from before.

  "By the way, I almost forgot to mention that a big war broke out in the North recently. The Northern Bright Moon Kingdom was attacked and destroyed by many forces. All the male nobles were killed, and the females were sold as slaves. I asked Lin Yuansheng, my uncle who is in charge of our mountain stronghold's business in the North, to buy a batch of female slaves for me. He left some girls between 5 to 12 years old with me, and they have arrived at the mountain already. Later, follow me to select them."

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