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

Footsteps echoed in the empty hall, and Bai Bing slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes, as clear as a winter tarn, fell upon Yang Jing. Her gaze was scrutinizing, yet it held no sense of pressure.

Yang Jing dared not delay. He quickly took a few steps forward, bowed deeply to Bai Bing, and said respectfully, ”Greetings, Peak Master.”

Bai Bing gave a slight nod. Her gaze swept over him from head to toe before she looked away an instant later. Her red lips parted, her voice as crisp and cool as striking jade. ”Not bad. Your aura has stabilized well since you broke through to the Qi Eating Realm. There’s no trace of instability.”

As she finished speaking, she gave her right hand a gentle wave.

A soft white light flew from her sleeve and transformed into a new, light-blue cushion that landed steadily on the ground before Yang Jing. Its surface was embroidered with intricate Spirit Patterns and gave off the faint, fresh scent of grass and wood.

Then, with a flip of her sleeve, a lustrous, pure white porcelain bottle appeared in her palm.

The palm-sized bottle had a fine, smooth texture and a faint, lustrous sheen, its mouth sealed with a dark red cork. It contained the Bone Jade Pill she had acquired from Peak Master Zhenyue, Qin Gang.

She relaxed her fingers slightly, and an invisible yet gentle force enveloped the White Porcelain Bottle, carrying it slowly toward Yang Jing.

The force was perfectly controlled, keeping the bottle from shaking and exerting no pressure on him.

Yang Jing’s heart clenched. He quickly held out both hands and carefully received the White Porcelain Bottle.

It was warm and smooth to the touch, and he could feel a faint warmth radiating from within, making his anticipation grow ever stronger.

Just then, Bai Bing spoke again, her tone as indifferent and calm as ever, yet carrying an undeniable authority. ”Take the Bone Jade Pill.”

Yang Jing quickly bowed deeply to Bai Bing again. ”Thank you for your generous gift, Peak Master!” he said, his voice solemn.

He gripped the White Porcelain Bottle tightly, the smooth, warm sensation in his palms mingling with the heat from within. His heart pounded—it felt as if a fire had been lit in his chest.

Then, he turned and sat cross-legged on the light-blue cushion, his back ramrod straight.

He slowly closed his eyes. He inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly. He repeated this several times, suppressing his excitement and stray thoughts until he reached a state of perfect calm for cultivation.

Once his mind was completely calm, Yang Jing lifted the White Porcelain Bottle, placed his thumb against the dark red cork, and gave it a gentle tug.

With a soft POP, the cork came loose. A fragrance so rich it was almost tangible instantly wafted from the bottle’s opening.

It was not cloyingly sweet like flowers, nor was it bitter like medicinal herbs.

Instead, it had a soothing, refreshing quality. The instant the scent entered his nostrils, he felt his pores open and an ineffable sense of comfort spread through his entire body.

Yang Jing focused his gaze and saw a single, longan-sized, lustrous white Elixir lying quietly inside. The Elixir was perfectly round, with a faint, jade-like sheen and a surface completely free of impurities. It was clearly a treasure at a single glance.

He knew. This was it—the priceless, fate-defying Bone Jade Pill.

He took another deep breath, carefully tipped the Elixir into his palm, and then, without hesitation, put it in his mouth.

The moment the Bone Jade Pill entered his mouth, it dissolved into a warm current that slid smoothly down his throat without the slightest resistance.

The warm current settled in his abdomen for a moment before dissolving into countless threads of pure energy. Like spring rain soaking the earth, they slowly permeated his entire body.

The next moment, Yang Jing could clearly feel the invisible energy traveling through his bloodstream, gradually suffusing his internal organs.

His organs, once somewhat dull, began to emit a faint glow as the energy nourished them.

Minute, hidden injuries from his daily cultivation were enveloped by the energy and slowly healed.

Even his somewhat narrow energy channels felt as if they were being soaked in warm water, growing more supple and broad.

The most wondrous effect was on his bones. The energy seemed to possess a unique penetrating power, boring deep into his very bones.

The once-coarse texture of his bones was gradually becoming finer. Their density was subtly increasing, giving them an indestructible quality.

The sensation was incredibly pleasant, like soaking in a hot spring, a gentle warmth spreading through his entire body.

Every inch of his skin and every bone felt relaxed. Even his perpetually tense nerves completely loosened at that moment.

Yang Jing dared not slack off; he immediately began to slowly circulate the Heart Method Mantra for the Mountain-Breaking Seal.

As he operated the Heart Method, a current of Inner Qi rose from his Dantian. It began to travel slowly through his body, following the established pathways of the technique.

Wherever the Inner Qi passed, it drew the energy from the Bone Jade Pill along with it, causing it to flow even faster.

He could faintly sense that as his body absorbed the energy, impurities hidden deep within his bones, channels, and organs were being forced out through his pores.

The impurities were a pale, grayish-black substance that clung stickily to his skin, emitting a faint, foul odor.

The Bone Jade Pill in his mouth continued to melt and shrink, releasing a constant stream of gentle energy.

Throughout this process, Yang Jing felt an unprecedented sense of bliss, as if he were floating in the amniotic fluid of a mother’s womb. His entire being completely relaxed and unfurled.

His entire frame felt as if it had been realigned, suffused with an indescribable lightness.

More and more impurities were expelled through his pores. Soon, Yang Jing’s skin was coated in a greasy, grayish-black film, and the foul odor grew stronger.