Chapter 0007 - Vajra Strength

Qin Wen leaned against the stone cylinder, his injuries getting worse as he gasped for air. The chest injured by the Fire Snake Palm reeked of roasted flesh, and all the bones in his chest cavity seemed to have cracked. However, he did not scream in pain or show any weakness, and the corner of his mouth twisted into an evil smile. "Big Sister Zhao Min, don't scream so loud, people will misunderstand."

"You crazy! You bastard! You asshole!" Zhao Min screamed in shame and indignation, about to attack again, but it pulled the wound on her shoulder, hurting her so much that her face turned white.

"Don't talk nonsense if you can kill me, and get lost if you can't." Spitting blood, Qin Wen felt out the flying dagger at his waist, endured the pain, and lifted his breath to strike a strange stance, his body's power converging in his right hand.

This was his life-saving flying dagger stance, and if Zhao Min's realm wasn't too much higher than his, he wouldn't have been able to display it so easily.

"He can fly dagger?" Zhao Min didn't hide her grudge against Zhao Lie, this flying dagger technique was not something that could be practiced in two or three years, and it was very tricky, and combined with his strength, it was incredibly powerful, and it wasn't like he had casually practiced it on his own, it was more like a series of martial arts, but it seemed like the Green Cloud Sect didn't have any flying dagger-type martial arts.

"I really don't know." Zhao Lie was depressed and worried, he could also see that the flying dagger was unusual.

"Hey, big sister Zhao Min, you're naked down there." Qin Wen whistled.

"Shameless!" Zhao Min panicked and tugged at her skirt, Qin Wen's eyes glazed over, and he seized the opportunity to wave his hand at the first opportunity to strike the flying dagger. But at that moment, a wind-like sound rang out, and a teenager carrying an iron sword rushed over to this place, the iron sword was golden in color, and from afar, one could feel the overwhelming sword qi and the intimidating strong light.

"Golden Sword Cheng Mu? Damn it, how did it get here?" Zhao Min's face changed slightly, and she immediately pulled off her tattered clothes tightly and rushed into the dense forest, giving Qin Wen an indignant look before she left.

"Sister! Wait for me!" Zhao Lie also recognized someone and fled in a hurry, not caring about Qin Wen.

Qin Wen's thick eyebrows furrowed slightly as he put down his flying dagger.

Not long after, a teenager dressed in black appeared in front of Qin Wen, very handsome, not a soft beauty, it was a kind of masculine beauty, he had angular lines on his features, his gaze was sharp and deep, and he unconsciously exuded a sense of oppression.

A black dress can't hide the outstanding heroic posture, the most eye-catching is actually the golden feather embroidered on both sides of his collar, this is a special sign that characterizes the noble identity - Golden Feather Disciple!

The Green Cloud Clan has a strict hierarchy, which is divided into ordinary disciples, personal disciples of the elders, and Golden Plume disciples.

Ordinary disciples were further divided into lower class disciples, middle class disciples, and upper class disciples.

Green Cloud Sect has more than eight thousand disciples, the vast majority are ordinary disciples, the elders' personal disciples only six hundred number, and the Golden Plume disciples add up to only thirty, teenage age level only five.

This person in front of me is a Golden Cloud disciple, one of the five great magicians of the new generation, Golden Sword Cheng Mu.

This Golden Sword was a sharp weapon that the patriarch of the Qing Yun Sect had personally forged for him, and it was capable of emitting an overwhelming sword aura on its own.

Qin Wen was an ordinary disciple, an inferior disciple among ordinary disciples, or a punished inferior disciple who belonged to the lowest group. Compared to the person in front of him, one was an eagle in the sky and the other was a sparrow on the ground.

"What happened?" Cheng Mu's tone was cold. He had gone to the Pill Mountain to get some spiritual herbs to use, halfway through he heard the sound of fighting before he arrived, the scene was in chaos, the ground was still burning, it was obvious that a fight had just taken place.

Qin Wen was now seriously injured, but Mucheng did not want to help, instead, he looked at Qin Wen with an unfriendly look in his eyes.

"It's okay, thank you for your trouble." Qin Wen suppressed the severe pain and weakness and turned around to leave.

"Stop!" Cheng Mu roared coldly.

Qin Wen covered his chest wound and turned his back to Cheng Mu. "Speak!"

"I've reminded you more than once that the stronger you are, the harder your punishment will be, and you'll never want to leave the Qing Yun Sect. You'd better be good and be your servant, be in awe of everyone, don't raise your head when you can lower it, and don't stand when you can bow down, so that you can be pardoned. If you want to return to your Thunder Ancient City a day earlier, do as I say a day earlier."

"Please accept!" Qin Wen left the mountaintop without looking back.

"I don't know what's good for you!"

"It has nothing to do with you."

"Don't think that just because you've entered the Spirit Martial Realm that you'll be recognized, your parents are the sinners of the Qing Yun Sect, and their sins will be paid for with your entire life. You don't have the martial arts to channel your spirit power, you don't want to go far in the Spirit Martial Realm, I conclude that you will stop at the Spirit Martial Sixth Heaven." Cheng Mu snorted coldly, he was the Golden Plume disciple that everyone feared and envied, it would have been impossible for him to pay any attention to Qin Wen, an inferior disciple, but there was a special connection between him and Qin Wen - Yue Qing!

Yue Qing was one of the five Golden Plume disciples of the new generation of Qing Yun Sect, she had a beautiful face, a talent that was recognized by all other sects, and an aura like a fairy, she was the goddess in the hearts of all the disciples of Qing Yun Sect.

Cheng Mu worshipped Yue Qing and pursued her fervently.

But Yue Qing's heart was not with him at all.

Qin Wen didn't pay any attention to him anymore, and dragged his fatigue and injuries with him as he left the mountaintop. He wore an airy smile on his face, but this smile was heartbreaking, in the past eight years, he had experienced too many such battles. He also understood that as his strength increased, the threats and traps would also increase, but he was not afraid, not to mention that he would not lower his head with his tail between his legs.

As long as you live, stand.

As long as you are standing, then stand up.

Starting at noon, the sky began to drizzle.

Qin Wen returned to the camp to make lunch, greeted the old man, took some food, and hid in the mountainside behind the camp.

There were strange rocks and old trees, usually no one would notice this place, and even fewer people would come by.

It was such a place that became Qin Wen's own private martial arts training ground.

There was no smiling here, only seriousness.

From noon until late at night, Qin Wen would swallow the life qi from heaven and earth, restoring his essence and alleviating his injuries.

Perhaps because he had begun to cultivate the second stage of Sheng Sheng Judgement, the speed at which he recovered from his injuries was obviously much faster this time.

"Spirit Martial Sixth Heaven, I really can't challenge you right now. Strength, strength, I want strength."

Qin Wen gently stroked the palm print scar on his chest, it would take some time for it to fully heal.

His own strength was still too weak, he needed to get stronger, get stronger.

After so many years of bumps and bruises, finally entering the coveted Spirit Martial Realm, it was time to work hard to break through and work even harder than before.

"Upper-class disciple! Personal Disciple! Golden Plume Disciple!"

Qin Wen recited the disciple ranks of Qing Yun Sect in his heart, different ranks, different treatment, different influence, if he could become a Golden Plume Disciple, it would be equivalent to half of an elder's status. Before, he was only in the Spirit Hardening Realm, he couldn't ask for a status, now that he had finally broken into the Spirit Martial Realm, his primary goal was to get rid of his inferior disciple status, only when his status was raised could he come into contact with more martial arts and grow faster, and only then would he be able to fight for more benefits for the people of Thunder Ancient City.

"For myself, for my loved ones, for Thunder Ancient City." Qin Wen jumped up, his heart sinking into silence, his feet slowly swinging apart, his hands flexing and stretching, unfolding a marvelous starting stance.

Who said he didn't know martial arts? This was the starting stance of the Vajra Strength martial art, a martial art that Di Yun, a personal disciple of the Qing Yun Sect, had mastered.

According to the strict rules of the Qing Yun Sect, martial arts could never be taught privately, any disciple who borrowed a martial art from the Martial Pavilion had to register it and mark the time of return, and elders who taught disciples martial arts had to be clearly registered as well.

Qin Wen had not referred to the martial arts books that he had taken the risk to learn secretly. Taking advantage of the opportunity to deliver goods around, watching every single battle and adventure of Di Yun, memorizing it, studying the inside from the outside, and after years of painstaking cultivation, constantly perfecting it, and finally integrating it, was actually equivalent to creating this variant set of Vajra Strength on his own.

This set of martial arts skills was at the upper spirit level, the strongest one could increase one's explosive power by as much as five times, the power was very dominant, but it was extremely demanding on one's physique, one first had to forge one's body into steel and iron bones before one could perform it forcefully, otherwise one would easily be shocked and injured.

In fact, Qin Wen had stolen many martial arts, such as Pro-Devotee Sima Yao's Splitting Wind Sword, Pro-Devotee Yuchi Bin's Cang Yun Gun, and Pro-Devotee Leng Moi's Six Harmonies Palm, before finally deciding to practice Vajra Strength with all his might.

His physique was already special, and after years of tempering under the Sheng Sheng Decree, his physical condition far exceeded that of others, and he was able to easily handle this set of Vajra Strength that no one else dared to attempt.

The Vajra Strength was divided into five segments of power, and Qin Wen had researched the first three segments on his own, but he had been unable to succeed because the next four or five segments were simply too esoteric.

However, the first three sections were already enough for him to fully unleash his power.

"One section, Vajra Volt Tiger!" Qin Wen staggered his Mercedes, athletically and swiftly moving through the forest, exploding his fists to blow up the huge tree in front of him.

"Ka-ching."

The ancient tree, which was large enough to be surrounded by two people, shook violently and was pierced by a black hole that was directly penetrated by Qin Wen's unyielding strength.

Qin Wen's strongest fist strength could reach 600 kilograms, and this punch definitely exceeded a thousand kilograms.

Qin Wen staggered and danced around, dust flew, withered leaves danced, and whistling strong winds were unleashed.

Boom! Boom!

A deafening boom echoed incessantly on this remote mountainside, as Qin Wen unleashed all of his might, immersing himself in the bitter cultivation of martial arts, giant trees, strange rocks, all targets of his strikes, many of the giant rocks here were carried by himself.

He didn't qualify to train in the martial arts arena, so he built his own place.

"Second stage, Vajra Torta!"

"Third stage, Vajra Shaking Mountain!"

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Qin Wen shook his body and swayed his bladder between his Mercedes, his body power surged three times, rumbling and smashing a two-man high boulder, dust and mist swirling, rocks splashing and shaking in the darkness.

Each section doubled his strength, putting an even more powerful strain on his body, by the time Qin Wen hit the third section, veins were already crawling all over his body, the surface of his skin flushed red.

Qin Wen had already practiced the first three segments of Vajra Strength like it was pure fire, but he wanted to go even higher, he wanted to incorporate his lightning power into it, so that the power of the Vajra Strength would be enhanced once again.

"Ka-ching!"

"Rumbling!"

Various muffled sounds rose and fell, occasionally interspersed with deafening waves of converging electricity.

Qin Wen was sweating in the dense forest, releasing himself noiselessly and painstakingly studying his martial arts path.

There was no one to guide him, no one to help him, everything was his own fumbling.

Practicing until the wee hours of midnight, Qin Wen would lie on his back on the cold stone, gazing into the dim night, drenched in the drizzling rain, silently calming his body's boiling qi and blood. Usually, he practiced his vajra power for a maximum of two hours, but today he took an unprecedented half hour longer, the mighty power shaking his body to a rolling boil, his whole body bubbling with hot air, and his blood looking like it was boiling.

As he watched, two figures seemed to appear in the dim sky, smiling at him.

Qin Wen smiled, but two tears seeped out from the corners of his eyes as he mumbled and whispered.

"Father ... Mother ..."

"Child ... misses you all ..."

"Where are you all ... ..."