Chapter 014: The River of Vitality

  After ten days of relentless slaughter, Yang Tian felt no remorse. Whether in his childhood or now, he had always adhered to his own principles: if someone respected him, he would repay them tenfold. But for those who owed him, the debt was far greater.

  The Star Martial Arts Academy had crossed a line that Yang Tian could not tolerate. His loved ones held the highest place in his heart, yet he was not blinded by hatred. He did not rush back to the Dragon Star Martial Arts Academy, confident that he could eradicate the Star Martial Arts Academy in a short time.

  Inside the cave, Yang Tian took out the spatial rings he had acquired that day. A pile of items appeared before him. His eyes scanned the loot, and a flicker of joy passed through them when he spotted several jade bottles.

  Opening the bottles, he found a few healing pills and, in his palm, a blood elixir.

  "Finally, I have three," Yang Tian murmured as he produced two more blood elixirs. Looking at the three elixirs, his youthful face was filled with a murderous intent, and his fists clenched tightly.

  "Wang Xing, we'll meet soon, very soon..."

  Without hesitation, Yang Tian swallowed the three blood elixirs. The medicinal power instantly dissolved within him, causing his blood and energy to surge. His pores tightened as if a furnace was burning inside him, and the vast medicinal energy began to refine.

  Nearly a hundred drops of blood within his body expanded under the continuous flow of vitality, their internal energy growing stronger under the medicinal influence.

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  The essence of heaven and earth gathered above Yang Tian's head, forming a small vortex. The refined essence seeped through his pores and converged in his dantian.

  With the help of the heaven and earth essence, the medicinal energy within Yang Tian gradually diminished. The hundred blood drops grew larger, showing signs of merging.

  At this moment, his dantian suddenly stirred. The hundred blood drops seemed on the verge of bursting, sending a tearing pain through his mind.

  "Break!" Yang Tian roared in a low voice. His dantian shook violently, and the hundred blood drops exploded, merging into a vast pool of vitality. Simultaneously, the essence vortex above his head expanded again, and he seemed like a black hole, devouring everything.

  As the blood drops burst, the vitality in his dantian surged like wild horses, threatening to disperse the newly formed river of vitality.

  "River of Vitality, condense!" With his command, the essence above him surged once more. The Battle Heaven Technique operated at full capacity, and with the continuous influx of essence, the turmoil in his dantian gradually stabilized.

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  After a day of cultivation, Yang Tian's dantian underwent a dramatic transformation. A river of vitality now spanned above it, three times stronger than before.

  The river rolled, each drop seemingly weighing a hundred pounds, and as it turned, a faint whistling sound could be heard.

  "Finally, a breakthrough," Yang Tian murmured as he opened his eyes, a red glint flashing in the corners. Feeling the surge of vitality within him, a smile spread across his youthful face.

  "Ha!" Yang Tian threw a punch, and a five-foot-long red arc sliced through the air. Compared to before, this externalized vitality had solidified, its explosive power significantly enhanced.

  "To achieve materialization at the sixth level of Blood Refining, the Battle Heaven Technique is truly profound," Yang Tian muttered, scratching his head, his smile widening.

  Typically, only at the ninth level of Blood Refining could one materialize externalized vitality, marking a significant leap in power. The ninth level was a watershed, its combat strength far surpassing the eighth level, capable of easily defeating those at the eighth level.

  "Wang Xing, get ready!" Yang Tian sneered, the anger he had suppressed for days reignited. He knew that for every day he delayed, Lin Yuan would suffer more.

  With a stomp, his powerful vitality surged, cracking the ground as he vanished from the cave.

  A mile away from the Fortress of Raging Clouds, several disciples of the Dragon Star Martial Arts Academy were patrolling, guarding the only path to the fortress.

  At that moment, they were whispering among themselves.

  "Did you hear? Old Wang and the new elite disciple died two days ago, almost without a fight," a burly man in tight clothing whispered, glancing around.

  "I heard. The academy head is probably still fuming. Those two elite disciples cost a lot of resources to train. But something feels off. How could that brat Yang Tian be so powerful?" another man replied, skeptical.

  "Tsk, maybe he stumbled upon some treasure. That's why the academy head sent us to capture him," a sly-looking man chimed in.

  "Xiao Liu, if the academy head hears you, he'll skin you alive," the burly man glared but couldn't hide the greed in his eyes.

  To reach such a high level in a year required immense resources, and Yang Tian was just the adopted son of a ruined family. They couldn't help but speculate about his supposed "fortune."

  But they didn't know the life-and-death crises Yang Tian had endured to progress so quickly.

  As they whispered, a black shadow darted from the forest behind them. A red fist arc whistled through the air, covering five meters in an instant, directly blasting through the sly man's chest.

  Yang Tian followed up with a palm strike, his powerful vitality shattering the man's internal organs.

  "It's Yang Tian!" the burly man exclaimed, his face pale. He and the hawk-nosed man drew their weapons—a steel spear and a bronze longsword—their auras flaring as they slashed at Yang Tian, sending waves of energy towards him.

  "Boom! Boom!" Yang Tian punched, two solidified fist imprints shattering the incoming energy waves. The residual force sent the two men staggering back.

  "Materialized vitality! The ninth level of Blood Refining! How is this possible?" the burly man cried in fear, struggling to steady himself.

  "The ninth level? Impossible!" the hawk-nosed man muttered, his eyes darting nervously as he looked at Yang Tian, now enveloped in a red aura.

  "Thinking of running?" Yang Tian licked his lips, sneering. In a flash, he appeared before the hawk-nosed man. Just as he was about to strike, a gust of wind whistled from behind.

  A sense of danger surged through Yang Tian. He stomped the ground, propelling himself into the air.

  The attack missed, and a figure in green appeared on the ground—Wang Xing, his eyes dark with malice.

  Using the force of the energy surge, Yang Tian landed ten meters away.

  "Impressive control," an elderly man with gray hair remarked as he led a group of Star Martial Arts Academy disciples towards the scene. His sharp eyes flickered with surprise as they landed on Yang Tian.