Chapter 59: You Cannot Be Above Me!

Night falls, and the lamps are lit.

The Chu Family courtyard is vast; the mountains outside the courtyard are hazily visible in the moonlight, while inside, the shadows of the trees dance, and the flying eaves, arched beams, and carved window lattices all appear exquisite.

Within a detached courtyard, surging Qi Blood erupts, resembling chaotic dancing pear blossoms.

Chu Xuansheng throws punches with a whistling sound, waves of Qi Xue Chang Long sweeping through the surroundings; their power is vast, enough to make one gape.

"Bastard!"

"Damn it!"

"Hahahaha!"

Roars resound one after another; Chu Xuansheng throws his punches even faster, in a state of extreme rage.

Outside the detached courtyard, the servants passing by turn pale upon hearing such roars, not daring to approach.

Buzz...

A flash of sword light suddenly condenses from outside the courtyard; Chu Xuansheng stops punching and looks at the Ink-Colored Figure suddenly standing atop the courtyard wall, shouting in a low voice:

"Are you here to watch me make a fool of myself!"

Chu Xuanxian's expression is calm, a Blood Trace still visible on his neck, his Aura somewhat low as he speaks indifferently:

"Losing to someone stronger than you is normal."

Chu Xuansheng's Mu Guang sharpens, and he grits his teeth:

"I will go challenge him again!"

"That Chen Yan comes from a humble background, yet his progress is so rapid, and now he has obtained the Tianjiao Cultivation of the Military Martial Guard; it is very difficult for you to surpass him."

"You!"

Chu Xuansheng's expression becomes even more ferocious, the image of Chen Yan constantly surfacing in his brain.

Crazy, tireless, like a wild beast constantly charging at him.

Clearly someone so delicate, someone who looked easy to bully.

How could he erupt with such crazy fighting intent?

Uncontrollably, a sense of frustration emerges from the bottom of his heart.

Quietly watching Chu Xuansheng, Chu Xuanxian's pupils flicker with cold light as he speaks:

"I came back just to tell you that I have handled your matter; that Chen Yan will no longer block you in the future. Cultivate well, and assist me when the Tianjiao Trial arrives."

Chu Xuansheng is stunned, frowning:

"You are going to take action against Chen Yan?"

"Take action on what?" Chu Xuanxian says calmly:

"Uncle Feiyuan will keep adding impure blood energy into Chen Yan's Blood-Sniffing Room; as long as Chen Yan continues to attempt Qi Blood Awakening, he will be crippled."

Chu Xuansheng is stunned, narrowing his eyes:

"Are you not afraid that the Military Martial Guard will find out?!"

"Afraid!" Chu Xuanxian laughs:

"But if you enter the Tianjiao Trial as the first of the True Martial Class, there are many benefits, and I do not want to give that up.

We are already on the opposite side of Shen Yiwei."

Chu Xuansheng's expression becomes dangerous:

"I didn't beat him, but why are you harming him? Don't you think such a Method is underhanded and shameful?"

Chu Xuanxian remains in Silence for a long while, then turns and leaves:

"Xuansheng, you are still too naive.

In this world, if you are not ruthless... then go die!"

Inside the courtyard, Chu Xuansheng stands quietly, but in the next moment, he shouts in a low voice:

"Vicious!"

Compared to others, Chu Xuanxian is the truly vicious one; inferior to Chu Xuanxian, his Anger grows even stronger.

……………

At the Observation Area.

The man and woman in Black Clothes look at each other with numb expressions.

Silver Rank.

He is truly Silver Rank.

Holy Crap.

Using only his combat power from the Qi Blood path, he reached Silver Rank.

It is hard to imagine.

If the Qi Blood and Horizontal Refinement paths were added together, could Chen Yan directly break into the top twenty-five of the Yunmeng City Talent List?

The man and woman in Black Clothes both have such conjectures in their hearts at this moment.

Chen Yan continues to clear the levels, starting to challenge Silver Rank contestants.

Finally, after fifteen consecutive victories, he chooses not to fight anymore.

The last contestant almost made Chen Yan lose.

The opponent was only a Qi-Blood Warrior of the Three Viscera, but his Fire Fist was used in a very seasoned manner.

Chen Yan realizes that if he does not use Horizontal Refinement, it will be very difficult for him to continue charging forward.

Exiting the Arena, a Woman wearing a pitch-black Mask and a White Skirt comes to Chen Yan's side, saying with respect:

"Greetings, honorable Silver Rank Member. After reaching Silver Rank, you have accumulated five consecutive victories and may now choose your anonymous title and redeem corresponding treasures."

Chen Yan narrows his eyes:

"A pseudonym?"

"Yes," the White Skirt Woman said gently.

"After reaching Silver Rank, you are a member boxer of our Tianbei Fist Tournament and will no longer be referred to by a numerical code."

"Oh, take me to exchange for treasures then," Chen Yan said with a laugh.

"Then your pseudonym..." the White Skirt Woman asked, surprised.

"You pick one for me yourselves," Chen Yan said.

The White Skirt Woman muttered to herself that this was a person who cared extremely about time.

Brought to the Rest Room by the White Skirt Woman, Chen Yan first closed his eyes to reflect on today's battles.

He had fought fifteen matches today, and the greatest gain was the battle against that woman wearing a Mask.

In a single battle, Chen Yan had consumed seven Zhen Character Fruit.

Must say, it was very profitable.

However, Chen Yan was unable to imitate it.

It was different from the Protective Pattern he created by performing Observation and Imagination of an Ancient God Beast Cub; the way that woman presented the patterns was different.

Chen Yan presented the Array Disk using his physical strength, but that woman...

Mental power.

This was something Chen Yan only learned after asking the Abbot.

A Mentalist!

An extremely mysterious path within the Martial Dao; it is said they can use the power of the Spirit to connect the energy between the body and Heaven and Earth.

This was too different from the way Chen Yan executed Array.

Although he could not learn it directly, Chen Yan still bypassed the Surface to look at the essence.

That is, the profound truth of the essence of Array.

Sss, sss, sss.

With a thought, Chen Yan circulated his entire body's strength, and beneath his clothes, streaks of profound, pitch-black Array Patterns appeared on Chen Yan's Skin.

In an instant, Chen Yan's entire aura became eerie and overbearing.

Through his newly acquired understanding of Array, Chen Yan once again perfected his own Protective Pattern.

Protective Pattern, like various precious medicines, all have levels of distinction.

Common Grade, Upper Grade, Martial Grade, Earth Vein Grade...

Each level also has four ranks: A, B, C, and D.

Chen Yan's Protective Pattern was originally only Shangpin Level B, but at this moment, it was slowly moving toward Upper-Class Jia Rank Body Pattern.

It is estimated that after it is completely perfected, it will be a true Upper-Class Jia Rank Body Pattern.

Chen Yan already practiced Horizontal Refinement, and with the addition of the Protective Pattern...

It would likely be very difficult for an ordinary Five Viscera Realm Qi-Blood Warrior to break Chen Yan's defense.

Seeing that he was going to walk further and further down the path of being thick-skinned and fleshy, Chen Yan was very satisfied.

Horizontal Refinement for saving one's life is correct.

It was also at this moment.

The woman wearing a White Skirt came to the Rest Room, holding a Document in her hand, and looked at Chen Yan, feeling surprised in her heart.

For some reason, this Youth had just given her an extremely dangerous feeling.

"Please make your selection," the Woman said gently, handing the Document to Chen Yan.

Chen Yan took the Document from the Woman's hand and began to look through it.

To be precise, this Document was a list of treasures.

"Respected Ice Master, you have now won five consecutive matches in the Silver Rank tournament and have five exchange points; the exchange values on this list of treasures are all in units of one exchange point."

The White Skirt Woman said with a smile.

"Ice Master?" Chen Yan asked in surprise.

"Yes," the White Skirt Woman said with a laugh:

"It's what our Executor helped you think of."

"Hmm." Chen Yan continued to flip through the list of treasures.

【Mid-Class Blood-Scent Chamber for one hour: one exchange point.】

【Wu-Class Body Refinement Technique 【Eight Styles of Extreme Refinement】 Origin Stele Observation for twenty-four hours: one exchange point.】

【Upper Grade Qi Blood Potion one ounce: one exchange point.】

…………

Chen Yan watched quietly; most of the items on the list of treasures were things he could obtain at the Martial Officer by using Martial Merit Points.

So he had no great interest.

Continuing to flip, Chen Yan's Pupil narrowed slightly.

【One-Pin Saber Intent Observation for one minute: one exchange point】

【First-Rank Sword Intent Observation for one minute: one exchange point】

【First-Rank Spear Intent Observation for one minute: one exchange point】

【First-Rank Battle Intent Observation for one minute: one exchange point】

……

Hiss!

Chen Yan's Pupil suddenly shrank.

What is the situation? Can True Intent also be used for Observation and Imagination?

Seeming to sense Chen Yan's excitement, the White Skirt Woman smiled:

"True Intent Observation and Imagination is the greatest advantage of our Tianbei Fist Tournament, and it is also the reason why the Martial Officer knows of our existence yet has not cleared us out."

Within the White Skirt Woman's voice was full of pride.

Chen Yan continued flipping through, and he somewhat understood why Shen Yiwei had asked him to join the Tianbei Fist Tournament.

"Give me five minutes of First-Rank Fist Intent Observation and Imagination."

Chen Yan spoke up.

The White Skirt Woman was stunned:

"Are you sure it's Fist Intent?"

The Ice Master before her was clearly a genius who was good at using Ice Attribute Qi and Blood to circle enemies and win elegantly.

It had nothing to do with the solid, flesh-to-flesh Fist Intent.

Chen Yan frowned, and the White Skirt Woman hurriedly spoke:

"Please rest assured, we are absolutely confidential regarding member information; even if the Martial Officer investigates, we would rather destroy the Tianbei Fist Tournament than leak a single bit of news about our members."

Chen Yan fell into Silence; the Tianbei Fist Tournament seemed to have a massive background.

"Five minutes of First-Rank Fist Intent Observation and Imagination." He spoke again.

"Very well, please follow me."

Chen Yan was led into an empty secret room; the room was large and brightly lit, and a huge Green Stone in the center branded with a fist print instantly caught Chen Yan's attention.

"Ice Master, five minutes, timing starts now."

The White Skirt Woman closed the door from the outside, and inside the room, Chen Yan was already standing still on the spot.

Had he just been struck by a fist?

Boom!

As if Nine Heavens divine thunder had exploded in Chen Yan's brain, in the invisible space ahead, the fist print branded on the Green Stone suddenly seemed to come alive, smashing toward Chen Yan.

Boom!

Boom, boom, boom!

Fist after fist struck!

Chen Yan's brain felt dizzy; within the Po Saint Realm, the sky was filled with surging Yellow Color light, but it was blocked three feet away from the Holy Tree and could not be absorbed.

Chen Yan's Pupil widened, and for a moment, he had many thoughts.

Waste, regret, so powerful!

Boom!

A layer of invisible fist print slammed into Chen Yan's face; that surging, torrential power vibrated between Chen Yan's Spirit, like a thunderbolt from the blue, unstoppable.

How magnificent, how brilliant, majestic to the extreme.

Just a single fist print, sitting there, was mocking Chen Yan's frailty and the insignificance of Chen Yan's Fist Momentum.

"Hahaha!"

A burst of Laughter resounded from within the Fist Intent room.

Yet, a Smile appeared on the corner of Chen Yan's Mouth, and he whispered in his heart:

"When I practiced the Eight Styles of Extreme Refinement, I once caught a glimpse of Lu Xunyang's path; that is what you call boundless magnificence, the supreme peak."

Chen Yan's Pupil focused:

"You are only First-Rank Fist Intent, and you dare to look down on me?"

Boom!

Chen Yan threw a punch; facing the impact brought by the fist print, his Fist Momentum was as sharp as a falcon's strike, hitting the air and causing an explosive sound like Hong Zhong Da Lü.

Boom!

He punched again!

With one strike, Chen Yan suddenly realized certain things.

As long as his own Fist Momentum was higher than the opponent's, then he was stronger than them!

To comprehend the Fist Intent was to surpass the Fist Intent!

How to surpass it?

Just win!

Inside the Fist Intent room, fist shadows crossed incessantly, like meteors striking.

Powerful force erupted continuously, and the surrounding air waves were all distorted.

In the blink of an eye, the five minutes ended.

Chen Yan walked out of the Henglian Room with white cold air steaming off his body, and the White Skirt Woman looked at Chen Yan and comforted him:

"Ice Master, this is your first time at our Tianbei Fist Tournament; when first sensing True Intent, the start will be a bit obstructed, but it will become smoother later on."

This was the experience the White Skirt Woman had mastered over her long tenure.

"Mm."

Chen Yan nodded:

"Actually, it was quite good."

The White Skirt Woman was stunned, bowed slightly, and watched Chen Yan leave.

After the White Skirt Woman finished tidying up, she returned to her Office.

Soon, a man wearing Black Clothes and a Flame Mask walked quickly into the room:

"Next time that Ice Master comes, remind me."

"What is it, Fire Executor?" the White Skirt Woman was slightly stunned.

"I just took a look at the Fist Intent room; that Bing Yi clearly only has Fist Momentum, yet he still had to suppress my Fist Intent to fight. It makes no sense. Next time he comes, call him over so I can reason with him.

No, learn from him."

The Fire Executor's voice carried frustration. How dare he look down on me? When I first comprehended Fist Intent, it wasn't like this!

"Ah?" the White Skirt Woman was stunned:

"Ice Master has already comprehended Fist Momentum?"

"Mm, he has. Maybe a Four-product or Five-product, it's alright," the Fire Executor waved his hand and left.

"But he didn't use it in the tournament?" the White Skirt Woman murmured in surprise.

…………

"The Tianbei Fist Tournament, it was alright."

In the sedan, the woman named Si Wenyi looked at Chen Yan in the back seat.

"It was quite good," Chen Yan laughed. With five minutes of Fist Intent Observation and Imagination, he had made great progress!

His own Fist Momentum had strengthened by at least fifty or sixty percent.

If used in actual combat, Chu Xuansheng probably wouldn't last three minutes.

These past few days, as day and night cycled, he hadn't dared to slack off in the slightest.

Sure enough, it was useful.

During the fist tournament, Chen Yan had condensed another Force Pattern; now the number of Force Patterns had reached eight.

Eight Force Patterns, fourteen Skin Patterns, four Tendon Patterns, four Bone Patterns!

A total of thirty Dao Patterns.

The Seventy-Two Patterns Extreme Forging Realm of the Horizontal Refinement path is equivalent to the two realms of the Five Viscera Realm and Hundred Meridians Realm of the SoulRefining path.

Chen Yan, with just his thirty Dao Patterns, was actually already equivalent to the late stage of the Five Viscera Realm of the SoulRefining path.

It seems Xin Gongxian is only at the middle stage of the Five Viscera Realm.

A cold look appeared in Chen Yan's eyes; with his current strength, one punch would be enough to explode an opponent's head without even needing to make contact.

It's just that Chen Yan's Extreme Forging patterns are a bit lopsided; the Bone Patterns and Tendon Patterns are somewhat lacking.

Bone establishes the foundation of the flesh; tendon tempers the nature of the flesh.

If the Bone Patterns and Tendon Patterns lag too far behind, it will seriously affect Chen Yan's performance.

Furthermore, the SoulRefining path is a bit weak.

Chen Yan has currently opened two viscera; his Heart Casting Degree is one hundred percent, and his Liver Casting Degree is fifty percent.

Moreover, even as Chen Yan continuously practices the 【Chaos Abyss Art】, Yin Zhe is also constantly absorbing the ice-attribute energy from the impure blood.

Currently, Yin Zhe's grade is only Shangpin Level B.

In Yunmeng City, that is of course still considered quite good.

But Chen Yan's opponent is Chen Min.

That is still a long way off.

Chen Yan is in urgent need of ice-attribute Spiritual Objects!

"The road ahead is long and winding..."

In the back seat, Chen Yan looked at the blooming flowers outside the window and murmured.

In the driver's seat, Si Wenyi and the Black-Clothed Man looked at each other.

Speechless.

How excellent do you have to be before you're satisfied?

In the back seat, Chen Yan suddenly laughed.

"What is it?" Si Wenyi asked curiously.

"Nothing."

Chen Yan shook his head, his attention turning to the Po Sheng Realm.

【Po Sheng Realm: 154/500】

This is the progress of the Po Sheng Realm.

But Chen Yan's surprise does not lie here.

In the vast and boundless land of Darkness, a rootless little Tree, slender yet resilient, grows fruits of various colors slowly upon its branches.

On one of the branches, that silver Fruit, not yet registered by the Data Panel, is crystal clear, blooming with a unique beauty.

It will be ripe very soon.