Chapter Three: The Shattered Yang Essence
Unconscious, Tong Jin was still unaware that a tragedy was unfolding around him.
The martial art Tong Jin practiced was the Tong Family's renowned Sun Gathering Divine Skill, a hereditary body training technique passed down through generations. This Sun Gathering Skill was a superior form of physical cultivation, divided into ten levels. The first three levels focused on palm strikes—Sun Gathering Palm could be as sharp as a blade, capable of destroying anything. The middle three levels emphasized leg techniques—the Sun Gathering Three Kicks—continuous and unrelenting; though called three kicks, the attacks were a seamless chain of leg strikes. The upper four levels refined body movement—the Sun Gathering Universe Steps—allowing one to come and go without a trace, vanishing enemies without a sign. These steps were designed to complement the first two supreme techniques.
However, the sole taboo of the Sun Gathering Skill was that the practitioner had to maintain a youthful body. Only upon reaching the tenth level—breaking through the physical realm and transforming essence into energy—could one transcend this restriction. At this stage, the practitioner achieved a minor mastery of the Qi Transformation realm, generating true internal energy and mastering the balance of yin and yang freely. No longer constrained by the Sun Gathering’s avoidance of yin energy, they could absorb the yang energy of the world at will, harmonizing breath and essence. Only at this consummate level was the Sun Gathering Divine Skill fully realized.
Yet, despite its potency, the Sun Gathering Skill remained a physical martial art. Even though it ultimately enabled entry into the Qi Transformation realm, crossing into this realm was merely the beginning of a new path of cultivation.
The initial stages of martial arts focused on external training—strengthening muscles and bones. Upon mastery, one could refine essence into energy, entering the Qi Transformation realm and generating true internal force, known in the martial world as inner power. The initial Qi Transformation stage was considered a minor accomplishment; beyond it lay perfection and peak levels.
From childhood, Tong Jin was fed various rare elixirs by his grandfather. Though he had not truly entered the Qi Transformation realm, the true energy and inner power coursed through his meridians early on. Outsiders saw him as a prodigy who had already stepped into the Qi Transformation realm at such a young age, but only he knew the hardship beneath. Tong Jin was like an overgrown sapling, an anomaly in the world. Though capable of using true energy, he remained stuck at the peak of physical training, unable to breakthrough.
The fierce woman, bathed in moonlight, scanned the naked Tong Jin sprawled on the giant rock. Her lips curled upward; though sewn shut, her mouth stretched to her ears resembled the bloody maw of a beast.
“Tsk tsk tsk…” She raised her hand, releasing a faint dark energy that spread within a radius of several feet, enveloping both Tong Jin and herself.
The dense forest fell utterly silent once more, save for the occasional flapping of a bird’s wings. Within the black energy shroud, faint sounds occasionally emerged...
The next morning, before the sunlight reached the forest’s depths, a sharp whistle pierced the stillness.
A gray figure swiftly darted through the woods, heading deeper inside. Approaching the spot where Tong Jin had been attacked the previous night, the figure halted, face solemn as he gazed at the black misty energy barrier nearby. “Tsk, a master at the peak of the Qi Transformation realm,” he muttered.
This man was Bai Yunbian, the ghost doctor who had parted ways with Tong Jin earlier.
“Huh?” Bai Yunbian’s eyes swept over the torn clothing scattered near the black energy shield—once yellow, now stained with blackened blood. “These are the clothes of that kid, Tong Jin.”
After breaking off a branch nearby, Bai Yunbian hesitated, then clenched his teeth and hurled the branch toward the black energy shield.
The branch, infused with his strength, shot through the air and struck the shield with a sharp sound. Yet the shield did not break; instead, the branch seemed to collide with something strange, hanging suspended in midair.
“Damn!” Bai Yunbian thought, retreating immediately.
Yet before he could retreat ten yards, a powerful suction swept over from behind, stirring fierce winds throughout the forest.
“Who’s there!” Bai Yunbian called out loudly as he mobilized his energy to resist.
“Tsk tsk tsk... How dare you disturb my Yin Fiend’s work. Your life ends here!” The voice belonged to the fierce woman who called herself Yin Fiend.
Though aware he was outmatched, Bai Yunbian was still concerned about the youth who had entrusted him with the Wood Immortal’s root. He was by no means benevolent, but debts owed must be repaid. Resolute, he thrust both palms against a nearby massive tree.
With a loud crack, the tree snapped and fell, carried by the suction force toward Yin Fiend’s position.
“Seeking death!” Yin Fiend kicked the onrushing tree aside, flashing forward toward Bai Yunbian’s location.
Bai Yunbian muttered incantations, scattering a fragrant powder from his robe. Immediately, the forest was filled with a strange, exotic scent. Then he drew a fist-sized jar from his bosom, uncorked it, and scattered its contents toward Yin Fiend.
“Go!” he shouted fiercely. The jar released hundreds of tiny ant-like creatures that buzzed and flew swiftly toward Yin Fiend.
These tiny creatures were vicious, their buzzing growing louder as they advanced.
Yin Fiend caught a whiff of the strange fragrance and knew it was highly toxic, but dismissed it lightly. Suddenly, a sharp sense of danger surged in her heart.
“This is... Corpse-Destroying Poison Ants!” Yin Fiend’s face darkened as she unleashed a blast of energy at the swarming insects.
In an instant, the swarm was scattered by her energy. But before she could act further, the ants regrouped, buzzing loudly and launching aI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.