I Can Strengthen Infinitely

Pan Fengjiao was not one for quarrels, and since she herself did not know what was going on, nor was it related to her, she said nothing more and turned to leave.

But that foreign Grandmaster had come precisely to demand an explanation—how could he let her walk away so easily? Without hesitation, he stepped forward and reached out to grab Pan Fengjiao’s shoulder.

Pan Fengjiao, having recently attained Earth Qi Centering, had just entered the Five Qis Centering Realm; in terms of strength, she was superior. Sensing his palm, Pan Fengjiao spun around, merged her two fingers, and jabbed straight towards the center of his palm.

That finger held a deadly sharpness; the foreign Grandmaster’s expression shifted slightly, his sword finger quickly changed directions, turning his thrust into a deflecting motion, dodging aside then poking at Pan Fengjiao’s wrist.

"Get lost." Pan Fengjiao snapped softly, a surge of earthy yellow energy bursting from within her, sending the man flying several zhang away.

A yellow stream of light circled slowly beside Pan Fengjiao, and any Grandmaster who looked would instantly recognize it as the sign of Earth Qi Centering.

"This matter has nothing to do with me, nor am I privy to the details. Do not trouble me again, or I will show no mercy." Pan Fengjiao stared directly at him, left a harsh warning, then swiftly floated away from the scene.

Feeling Pan Fengjiao’s imposing aura, the foreign Grandmaster hesitated, for the moment not daring to pursue her further.

He had never faced a Grandmaster of Earth Qi Centering. In the path of Grandmasters, a small advancement could mean leaping far ahead of the rest. Who was to say if, should a real fight break out, he would be a match for Pan Fengjiao?

"Just what’s going on here? Pan Fengjiao has cultivated in this place for years, and with such means, she should have shown them long ago, not waited until today." Staring in the direction Pan Fengjiao left, the foreign Grandmaster thought silently.

...

Ten days after the mysterious disappearance of the Purple Celestial Demon who clashed with heavenly thunder, strange phenomena erupted across the realm.

In the Northern Desert, Western Shu, Jiangnan, East Sea, and the Central Plains, countless Martial Artists stuck at the peak of External Forging broke through to the Inner Power Realm. Many in the Tenth Layer of the Internal Power Realm also broke through smoothly to Grandmaster.

For a moment, it could be said that everyone under heaven was as fierce as dragons, and the situation grew somewhat chaotic.

With Martial Artists so numerous, the imperial court grew weak. With their manpower, it would be impossible to suppress the martial world as before, and so imperial power was not as strong or prominent as it once was.

What will happen in the future? At present, no one could say.

Seated atop the highest pagoda in Chang’an City, Qin Yuesheng gazed up at the black rift in the sky, lost in deep thought.

Regarding that rift, Qin Yuesheng suspected it had released something, and with Chang’an City lying directly beneath it, naturally, it benefited the most.

According to Qin Yuesheng, who had sent Sanhuang to investigate, in these ten days, many elderly folk in Chang’an City seemed to have returned to their youth, their bodies now nimble, able to leap one or two feet on a single leg.

The benefits to Martial Artists were even more astounding; most saw their strength leap by ranks, their overall power greatly enhanced.

Sanhuang, who hadn’t been training martial arts even a year, had now already forged his muscles to the peak of External Forging.

As a Grandmaster, Qin Yuesheng naturally gained much as well, and the benefits he received far exceeded his expectations.

"Could it be that the Purple Celestial Demon battled Heaven, finally shattered the void and departed this world, and that rift in the sky is pouring in things from beyond the mortal realm, causing the upheaval in Chang’an?" Qin Yuesheng mused quietly to himself.

Upon reflection, only this explanation seemed truly to account for Chang’an’s current anomalies.

The enormous rift in the heavens—Qin Yuesheng had wanted to ascend and investigate ten days prior. Though it could be seen clearly from the ground, its actual location was far higher than anyone imagined; even after rising a full a hundred thousand zhang on his Carefree Heavenly Travel Skill, Qin Yuesheng could not reach the rift’s edge. That altitude was the very limit a Grandmaster could endure, so Qin Yuesheng had no choice but to turn back.

With a single thought, rings of yellow and blue energy began to circle Qin Yuesheng’s body.

Five Qis Centering: gold, wood, water, fire, earth; above Five Qis Centering is Three Flowers at the Top, but that is another story.

That day after the Purple Celestial Demon clashed head-on with the thunder tribulation, Qin Yuesheng, by uncanny chance, gained both Earth Qi Centering and Water Qi Centering. His progress in Five Qis jumped by two steps at once—if those old Grandmaster Martial Artists heard of this, they’d be so envious they would cough blood and lose sleep all night.

Each of the Five Qis Centering could require ten or more years of bitter cultivation, but Qin Yuesheng had obtained two at once—saving him decades of hard training.

"Enough. I’ve been away from Jiangnan long. Chang’an is calm now—time to return to Cyan Yang City and visit my parents." Qin Yuesheng rose and flew straight towards the imperial city.

On the wall of the imperial city stood a man in a python-embroidered robe, imposing and dignified—clearly no ordinary man. The palace guards beside him were extremely respectful, so when Qin Yuesheng, originally intending to head straight to the heart of the city, glanced down, he noticed the man looking back at him at the same time.

"Would Your Excellency care to come down for a talk?" the man said with a smile.

Qin Yuesheng descended slowly, sizing him up: "Never thought a Grandmaster would arise in Chang’an."

"A stroke of luck. You, so young, stepped into Grandmaster far earlier than I did. Ashamed, ashamed. I am Prince Li Mu—may I ask Your Excellency’s name?"

"Li Mu?" Qin Yuesheng instantly recalled the origin of that name.

Back then, Zuo Zonghao had mentioned: the Seven-Star Supervisory General Manager, owner of the Exorcism Toad of purple gold, was none other than Seven-Star’s strongest—Prince Li Mu.

He had reportedly lingered at the Tenth Layer of the Internal Power Realm for many years, always on the verge of attaining Grandmaster, ready to cross the threshold at any moment.

It seemed that the drastic shift in heaven and earth let him ride the wind and achieve his crucial breakthrough.

"You’ve heard of my name?"

Qin Yuesheng took out his Exorcism Toad and waved it before Li Mu.

In an instant, the prince’s expression twisted into a strange look.

A bronze toad? Could this young Grandmaster before him be a member of Seven-Star Supervisory? Since when did he have such a distinguished subordinate in his ranks?