Rise in the Martial Chaos: Starting From a Martial Arts School

Half an hour later, Yang Jing gradually ceased his movements. He stood motionless, slowly calming his turbulent qi and blood.

As he carefully sensed the changes within him, a smile unconsciously touched his lips.

He gently clenched his fist. As he focused his strength, an indescribably terrifying power condensed in his palm. The muscles under his skin swelled slightly, exuding a heart-stopping pressure.

He knew with certainty that even without channeling a shred of Inner Strength, an ordinary Huajin Martial Artist would likely be unable to withstand a blow relying solely on the pure physical power of his fist.

And if he combined his Inner Strength with his physical power for a full-force punch, even an expert at the Peak of Transformation would be no match. Taking the blow head-on would inevitably leave them with shattered bones and severe injuries; they would be completely unable to resist.

He had now cultivated three martial arts—Mountain-Shattering Fist, the Raging Tide Leg Technique, and the Indestructible True Skill—all to the Huajin Realm.

For an ordinary Martial Artist, cultivating even a single martial art to the Huajin Realm was an incredibly arduous task, one that required an immense amount of time and effort to perfect.

Yet he had brought three different martial arts to the Huajin Realm at the same time, and one of them was even a top-tier Body Tempering True Skill like the Indestructible True Skill.

Such an accomplishment was nothing short of terrifying.

The three Huajin-level martial arts complemented one another, boosting his strength to a terrifying degree that far surpassed other Martial Artists in the same realm.

Yang Jing stood and pondered. ’If I returned to Yuhe County now,’ he thought, ’with my current strength, I could probably steamroll every Huajin Martial Artist there. Whether it’s my peers from the martial arts halls or the experts of the Six Great Families, no one could stand against me. I wouldn’t have to be so guarded anymore.’

He rested for a moment until his qi and blood had completely settled. Looking at the sticky, grayish-black filth covering his body, he felt thoroughly uncomfortable. Even his clothes were stained and unbearably grimy.

Yang Jing lingered no longer. He turned and strode quickly toward his courtyard, planning to wash off the filth with some clean water.

As he walked, he couldn’t help but lament silently. ’If only that stream was still here. I could just jump in to rinse off. It would be quick, convenient, and I’d feel much cleaner and more comfortable than this. It wouldn’t be such a hassle.’

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Long after Yang Jing’s figure disappeared down the mountain path into the darkness, a tall silhouette slowly emerged from a seemingly empty shadow in the quiet woods.

She wore a plain white robe, its hem fluttering gently in the evening mountain breeze. Her hair, held back by a simple jade hairpin, revealed a face of stunning, cold beauty. Her eyes and brow conveyed a natural air of aloof indifference.

It was Bai Bing, the Peak Master of Lingxi Peak. It was impossible to know how long she had been standing there. Her aura was so perfectly concealed, without the slightest ripple escaping, that Yang Jing had been completely oblivious to her presence during his training.

Usually, the Peak Master of Lingxi’s face was as placid as still water, as if nothing in the world could stir her emotions, leaving only serene indifference.

But now, her beautiful, indifferent face was a clear mask of shock and astonishment. Disbelief filled her eyes, a testament to how shaken she was by what she had just witnessed.

Turbulent waves churned in her heart.

’I never expected this outer disciple I accepted on a whim to be so astonishing.’

Initially, her attention on Yang Jing was only because of a bet she’d made with Qin Gang, the Peak Master of Zhenyue Peak.

But having personally witnessed his entire cultivation breakthrough today, she knew she had stumbled upon an incredible talent. The surprise Yang Jing had delivered was far greater than she had ever imagined.

Bai Bing gazed in the direction Yang Jing had departed. Her lips parted as she murmured in a low, hesitant voice, ’That body-strengthening martial art he was just practicing... its techniques were so archaic and profound, and its Body Tempering effects were astonishing. Could it be... the long-lost first volume of the Indestructible True Skill?’

At this thought, the interest in her eyes intensified.

The Xuanzhen Sect possessed the second volume of the Indestructible True Skill.

But without the first volume, it was impossible to truly cultivate.

In the past, some of the sect’s experts who specialized in body-strengthening arts had tried to switch to the second volume of the Indestructible True Skill after reaching the Peak of Transformation. They used other techniques as a foundation, but the compatibility was abysmal, making true mastery nearly impossible. Some suffered cultivation deviation, leading to a catastrophic loss of qi and blood. Others who barely succeeded found their results—both in power and effect—to be a pale imitation of the legendary Indestructible True Skill. For many, the attempt only ended up hindering their progress.

As a result, very few in the sect now attempted to cultivate the second volume of the Indestructible True Skill. That supreme martial art was left to gather dust.

But who could have imagined that the long-lost first volume of the Indestructible True Skill would resurface?

And for it to appear in the hands of an unremarkable outer disciple like Yang Jing, no less! Not only that, but he had managed to steadily cultivate this notoriously difficult True Skill all the way to the Huajin Realm. Such a combination of fortune and talent was simply astounding.

Bai Bing slowly withdrew her gaze, her mind racing.

’I’ve been observing Yang Jing in secret for some time now, and the more I see, the more astonished I become.’

’He’s cultivating three martial arts simultaneously. His fist art, his leg technique, and this body-strengthening True Skill—he’s brought all of them to the Huajin Realm.’

’Even the geniuses from the Main Peak and the Seven Veins of the Xuanzhen Sect might not be capable of such a feat.’

’It takes an ordinary Martial Artist years of painstaking effort to bring even one art to the Huajin Realm. Yet Yang Jing manages three at once, and each one is cultivated to a solid, profound level. His comprehension and perseverance are beyond imagination.’

At this thought, the shock on her face gradually faded, replaced by a faint smile. The corners of her lips turned up as she whispered, ’Oh, Qin Gang, Qin Gang. You were so insistent on that bet. You never in your wildest dreams imagined you would personally deliver such a treasure to me, did you?’

Before this, she hadn’t been very confident about her bet with Qin Gang.

But now, having seen Yang Jing’s talent and strength with her own eyes, her confidence soared, and all her previous worries vanished.

The talent of a disciple who could cultivate three martial arts to the Huajin Realm at such a young age was truly formidable.

’So what if his innate aptitude is low? As long as he is carefully nurtured and provided with sufficient resources and guidance, breaking through to the Qi Eating Realm within ten years will be a given. In fact, the heights he’ll reach in the future will likely be far beyond that.’

In that instant, Yang Jing’s status and importance in Bai Bing’s eyes skyrocketed. He was no longer just some ordinary outer disciple but a key candidate for Lingxi Peak to cultivate, a rising star who could bring honor and glory to her peak.

She gazed out at the night-shrouded Lingxi Peak, a flicker of anticipation in her eyes. She couldn’t wait to see what kind of spectacular performance a disciple with Yang Jing’s current strength would deliver at the Dragon Gate Martial Trial.