Wuxia: Drinking with Spring Breeze Chapter 228 - 129: Five Directions, Five Emperors Transcende

The diminutive figure had just taken a sowhat human form when a powerful swallowing force burst from his Dantian, rapidly spreading through his body and out his pores as if a parched land drinking from a spring, sweeping the True Qi of Geng tal that lingered inside the room clean.

After consuming a large amount of Geng tal True Qi, the now slightly more solid figure seed energized, sending forth an even more powerful suction that whipped up a tornado inside the room, broke through the tile roof, and ascended.

And Yang Ge, who was sitting cross-legged at the center of this tornado, no longer practiced the Visualization Skill of refining gold and casting weapons as usual but visualized himself as the deity of tal, sitting in a field made of Geng tal energy, continuously breathing in and out, swallowing Geng tal energy to strengthen himself...

This Visualization Skill was domineering, tyrannical, and utterly unreasonable.

But it was based on his understanding, familiarity, and control of Geng tal energy— in fact, the process was more intricate and demanding than his crude, original visualization of refining and casting, not least because it involved not just Geng tal energy, but also ""!

Of course, as an ascended version of the basic Visualization Skill, it also refined and assimilated the natural energy of the universe at a much more efficient rate!

The vague, ethereal figure, having devoured a trendous amount of Geng tal energy, gradually beca more solid and detailed, with a fine and clear face that was unmistakably a smaller version of Yang Ge himself, even donning a shimring golden garnt...

"The Five Elents Harnessing Qi" practiced to this extent had completely transford; aside from preserving the original concept and frawork of "Union of the Five Elents," the essence within was entirely different!

Yang Ge felt that this novel Inner Strength should rather be called "Five Directions, Five Emperors Transcendent Divine Skill," which fit better.

The Five Directions correspond to the Five Elents.

The Five Emperors correspond to the "I" of the Five Elents.

Transcendence corresponds to the eternal spirit of "I."

Perfect!

But is this Inner Strength potent enough to qualify as a divine skill?

’Forget it, it’s not important!’

Yang Ge thought to himself, ’This Inner Strength incorporates too much idealism. Without having been brutally hamred by ’knowledge changes fate,’ it’s hard for others to thoroughly understand these concepts. A slight mishap could lead to deviance... I’ll just practice it myself—who cares if it ets the threshold of a divine skill, as long as I’m happy!’

Outside...

Tian Sheng, who had not closed his eyes for a day and a night, stood gazing blankly up at the faint golden tornado bathed in the golden-red sunrise above, his anxiety, worry, and shock rapidly forging into a bold, emboldened thought: ’Yang Ge, you really deserve to die!!!’

How long have you been cultivating core energy to have such massive progress again?

How am I supposed to live with this?

The commotion also attracted the attention of mbers of the Ming Sect who had just gotten up.

When Wei Xin arrived by Tian Sheng’s side, looking up at the pale golden tornado that almost enveloped the entire outbuilding, his mouth gaped open enough to fit a goose egg... This really was a strange skill that required dispersing one’s own power to advance!

"Leader, leader!"

He stamred quietly.

Tian Sheng looked at him with a grim face.

Wei Xin wore a smile that was uglier than tears: "You think, what I said yesterday... couldn’t have been overheard by the second master, right?"

The one inside wouldn’t co out and take his head for venting first, would he?

This guy had chopped down a peerless fierce man of the current dynasty without even having a drink of water after getting off the boat!

Just as Tian Sheng was about to speak, he heard the "clang, clang, clang" of nurous swords being drawn.

He hastily turned around to see dozens of gleaming long swords shooting out from the surrounding chambers like incense sticks planted in front of the outbuilding, their hilts trembling non-stop, resonating loudly.

Wei Xin: ’I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead...’

Tian Sheng: w(?Д?)w