Chapter 12: Heavy Gale

At the early stage of the Spirit Awakening realm, the physical body had the strength to pull three bowstrings equivalent to twelve jun, or roughly 6 kilograms. This was just the beginning, as reaching the peak of the early stage could potentially grant him the brute strength of a thousand jin, or about 500 kilograms.

The power of 500 kilograms was terrifying. It could uproot a willow tree or carry a massive elephant. If condensed and released explosively, it could shatter a hundred times refined iron with bare hands.

Lin Yang was completely immersed in cultivating the Clear Spirit Pillar Technique. In the following days, cultivation became his sole focus, and he would have devoted himself entirely if not for the need to eat, drink, and rest to replenish his Essence Qi and energy.

His Essence, Qi, and Spirit seemed to merge with the wind as he delved into the essence of the Clear Spirit Pillar technique. He felt that the dragon-like tendons and bones in his body gained a divine charm during this process, transforming into a massive dragon that could soar freely in the breeze. It became one with the Cool Breeze, growing more supple with each passing day.

Rumble!

Lin Yang unleashed the Heavy Gale Fist, his palm rippling like clear water, containing layers of ferocious winds. The gusts of wind enveloped him as he crashed into the ancient pagoda tree in the courtyard, creating a loud bang and leaving a large hole in the thick trunk.

Though Lin Yang reached the peak of the early stage in just three days, he still displayed a trace of discontent. In most places, this cultivation speed would be regarded as exceptional, making him a genius. However, in Lin Yang's eyes, it was still too slow.

"Too slow, too slow. This cultivation speed is like a tortoise crawling. I have already comprehended the Spirit Intent of the Clear Spirit Pillar and understood all its mysteries. The bottleneck of this cultivation technique has been completely eliminated," Lin Yang muttered, his brows furrowing with a trace of distress. Suddenly, a light of determination flashed in his eyes as an idea formed in his mind.

"No, this speed is still too slow. I must venture into the ruins and obtain the Primordial Vitality Exiler to completely transform my aptitude and accelerate my cultivation speed. However, the Six Cauldrons Ancient Temple is located in the Black Forest Mountain Range, and there are numerous fierce beasts lurking within. It's impossible to enter with my current cultivation level. But it's only a matter of time before I can try!"

"Young Master, I've returned. As you requested, I went to the mountains to collect many herbs!" The little maid returned with a basket full of herbs. The basket contained various herbs like Ground Ginseng, Solomon's Seal, Green Hemp, and Gold Silver Grass.

"Why did you collect so many herbs, Young Master? And be careful with this Purple Yin Grass, it's highly poisonous and shouldn't be used casually," the little maid questioned, picking up a herb with light purple sword-shaped leaves emitting a fishy odor.

"Don't worry, your Young Master has extensively studied medical theory and pharmacology. There are very few people in this world who can claim to be better than me in this regard," Lin Yang confidently reassured her. This statement was not false, as he had spent centuries studying and experimenting with countless secret books and classic texts.

Though he hadn't intentionally focused on medical theory and pharmacology, his vast knowledge made him proficient in these fields. If a pig could live for a thousand years, becoming an old monster, then an old devil like him who was half a step away from the Immortal Foundation Realm possessed even greater knowledge.

The little maid felt perplexed, unsure of where her young master's confidence came from. However, in the past few days, she had noticed that everything he said turned out to be true. She had grown accustomed to believing in him.

Lin Yang affectionately ruffled the little maid's long hair, a smile on his face. "Although I have rid myself of the Yin poison, my body is still weak and unable to handle potent medicine. I need to use these medicinal herbs to create external baths and ingest them orally. These medicinal decoctions have extraordinary properties that are hard to obtain. They are gentle and can strengthen my muscles and bones. After drinking them daily, my body has made significant progress. I believe that in another ten days to half a month, I can fully restore my body to health!"

After bidding farewell to the little maid, Lin Yang submerged himself further into the realm of cultivation, his determination unwavering.

The Heavy Gale Fist, though appearing ordinary on the surface and categorized as a basic technique in the mundane stage, held remarkable potential. Few could truly master the intricacies of this technique, and its true power lied in the cultivator's ability to unleash its essence.

It was not solely reliant on the level of the technique itself. Even low-level techniques possessed hidden depths, waiting to be unraveled by those who could tap into its core.

The Heavy Gale Fist centered around the power of the gale, allowing the practitioner to embody the might and agility of the wind. They became one with the gales that swept through the vast expanse of heaven and earth, obliterating obstacles in their path and leaving destruction in their wake.

Perched upon the tree stump, Lin Yang expertly maneuvered the fist technique, steadily refining its execution. His mastery of the technique had reached impressive heights, and as he relentlessly practiced its forms, a glimpse of the essence began to reveal itself.

Gradually, with each strike, a scorching gust encircled his being. The fiery wind seemed to burst forth from the forty-eight thousand pores of his body. As his chest heaved, the winds grew stronger, converging into a tempestuous force. When the final punch was unleashed, it birthed a cyclone-like gale that dominated the heavens, concealing within it a fearsome destructive power.

Kacha Kacha!

Unexpectedly, Lin Yang's bones started vibrating vigorously, resembling ancient palace chimes. A mysterious rhythm resonated through them, as if an enigmatic energy lay hidden in their depths.

Rumble! As the bones aligned, the fist technique evolved, arousing the air around him. Discordant currents were gathered and molded effortlessly, forming a cannonball-like gale that crackled with kinetic energy.

In that instant, Lin Yang abruptly transitioned from a state of rapid punches to a state of tranquil stillness. Like lightning, his fist thundered forward, an emerald tinge flickering along his palm. The force collided with the remaining half of the ancient pagoda tree, situated prominently in the courtyard.

Bang!

An explosive shockwave erupted, accompanied by a shattering spray of wooden fragments. The little maid stood in awe, utterly dumbfounded. The sheer might behind Lin Yang's strike had pierced through the trunk of a tree that would require three people to encircle with their arms.

With a resounding rumble, the ancient pagoda tree succumbed to its torment, crashing down onto the ground with an earth-shaking thud.

Harnessing the power within his five fingers, he could effortlessly pulverize through a three-foot stone slab.

Having mastered the Clear Spirit Pillar technique prior, Lin Yang now focused on perfecting the Heavy Gale Fist.

With his current level of cultivation, he narrowed the gap that once separated him from the other disciples of the Lin family. In just three days, he achieved what they could only grasp over nearly a decade. Such remarkable speed left everyone astonished and bewildered.