Beginning with the Five Animals Fist to Become a Saint

Chapter 642 Improvement of Visualization Techniques
Dongling City.

Jiang Ning saw that familiar, magnificent city wall again as the sun was just beginning to set.

At midday, the sun overhead was still blazing hot.

Jiang Ning glanced at the refugees at the city gate, then flashed away and quickly entered the city.

After a while.

He landed in front of his own courtyard gate.

"Uncle?!" Jiang Yiming was slightly startled when he saw Jiang Ning appear in front of him in an instant.

"Where are we going?" Jiang Ning glanced at Jiang Yiming, who was neatly dressed and clean.

At this moment, even Jiang Yiming's hair was meticulously combed.

Upon seeing Jiang Ning's sudden appearance and gaze, Jiang Yiming scratched the back of his head.

"Uncle, I'm going to see Lin Jiaxin!"

"Come back with me, let's test your progress in martial arts!" Jiang Ning said.

"Yes, Uncle!" Upon hearing Jiang Ning's words, Jiang Yiming obediently followed behind Jiang Ning back into the courtyard.

Walk through the front yard.

"Young Master!!" Upon seeing Jiang Ning walking towards her, Lüyi's face lit up with surprise.

Jiang Ning nodded: "Has anything major happened at home these days?"

“No, young master!” Green Ripple replied, following behind Jiang Ning.

"You go ahead and get busy! I'll check on Yiming's progress in martial arts!" Jiang Ning said.

“Yes, young master!” Green Ripple replied, and then left.

After a while.

East courtyard.

"Yiming, punch me with all your might!" Jiang Ning said.

“Yes, Uncle!” Jiang Yiming nodded seriously.

next moment.

His blood and qi surged instantly, and his muscles tensed up immediately.

"Uncle, be careful!" Jiang Yiming said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved suddenly, his body rushing towards Jiang Ning like a cannon.

Roar--

With a tiger's roar, Jiang Yiming lunged at Jiang Ning, his five fingers like tiger claws, strong and powerful, tearing through the wind with a sharp whistling sound.

Jiang Ning immediately reached out to block, and in doing so, pushed Jiang Yiming aside.

Subsequently.

Jiang Yiming suddenly clenched his claws into a fist and threw a punch.

He knew that with his strength, even if he used all his power, let alone 100%, he couldn't possibly hurt his uncle.

Bang bang bang! !

Jiang Ning parried and blocked repeatedly, focusing on defense rather than offense.

"faster!"

"Go harder!"

"You don't need to think about any techniques right now. Just be fierce, just be tough, just go all out! This kind of fighting style is the best for building momentum and mental strength."

Jiang Ning parried the attacks while offering pointers.

In his view, Jiang Yiming nowadays doesn't need to consider skills or actual combat tactics at all.

All you need to do is forge ahead with unwavering determination and fierce courage.

Practicing boxing is training the mind. The powerful and unstoppable force of the punches will also make one's mind more steadfast, and one's martial arts will be unstoppable.

As the saying goes, martial arts choose the people, and people choose the martial arts.

Different personalities require different martial arts styles.

Different martial arts styles can, in turn, influence one's personality.

The path of martial arts allows no retreat.

Potential energy nourishes people, and people can enhance potential.

At Jiang Yiming's age and at this level of martial arts development, this momentum is most needed.

at the same time.

Upon hearing Jiang Ning's words, Jiang Yiming's punches grew heavier and fiercer with each blow.

The fist slammed out, whistling as it rubbed against the air.

boom!
boom! !

boom! ! !
The successive punches collided with Jiang Ning's hands, producing a series of booming sounds.

But at this moment, Jiang Ning's body remained as steady as Mount Tai, unmoving.

aside.

Zhong Ling and Linglong watched from the courtyard.

"Amazing!" Zhong Ling watched as Jiang Ning calmly dealt with Jiang Yiming's attack, her eyes flashing with amazement.

“Of course Master is amazing!” Linglong nodded matter-of-factly.

The two had just heard the commotion inside the house and came out to see Jiang Ning testing Jiang Yiming's strength, so they watched from the sidelines.

After a while.

Jiang Yiming's continuous, all-out punches, mobilizing all his strength, also made him feel the fatigue rising up all over his body, his face turning red, and sweat dripping like beads.

boom! !

Another punch, brimming with all his might, was unleashed, and Jiang Ning raised his palm to catch it.

The next moment.

Jiang Ning pushed Jiang Yiming, sending him flying several meters away.

what--

what--

Jiang Yiming immediately began to breathe heavily.

His heaving chest moved like a windmill, exchanging air currents.

"Your single-arm strength must be 2,500 jin, right?" Jiang Ning asked.

“Two thousand six hundred and thirty jin!” Jiang Yiming said, suppressing his heavy breathing.

"Not bad!" Jiang Ning nodded.

He only helped Jiang Yiming twice, and then he didn't help him at all.

Firstly, with the old tortoise and Linglong at home, Jiang Yiming didn't need to become stronger so quickly.

A young person's temperament, sometimes too strong, and being superior to those around them is not a good thing.

Secondly, it was because his own strength was limited before. Jiang Yiming was only fifteen years old, and if he made too much progress, he would stand out from the crowd.

Today it is different.

He had already entered the realm of the invincible grandmaster.

If he were to reveal all his cards, he felt he could definitely put up a fight against those veteran grandmasters.

Seeing Jiang Yiming smile, he said coldly, "But it's still not enough!"

"Uncle, I've been trying my best. I spend every day either practicing martial arts or reading!" Jiang Yiming whispered.

"How many hours do you spend practicing your skills in a day of twelve hours?" Jiang Ning asked.

"About four hours of practice, and two hours of reading!" Jiang Yiming said in a low voice.

"Do you know how many hours I spend practicing martial arts each day?" Jiang Ning asked.

"Six or seven hours?" Jiang Yiming asked tentatively.

“In the past year, I have been practicing martial arts for no less than eight hours every day!” Jiang Ning said.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yiming looked at Jiang Ning and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

“Wait for me here!” Jiang Ning said.

After saying that, he turned and left.

Jiang Yiming then watched Jiang Ning's figure disappear into the house.

We entered the house.

Jiang Ning glanced around, then walked to the table and turned the teacup that was upside down on the table right side up.

Then he poured half a cup of chilled tea into the teacup.

next moment.

A drop of pale golden essence blood passed through the flesh and blood in the heart chamber, seeped out from the pores, and then condensed in front of the body.

Immediately, with a thought, a drop of pale golden blood fell into the teacup.

He held the teacup, swirled it slightly, and the tea instantly mingled with his blood.

In the blink of an eye, the tea that was just clear has turned into a pale gold color.

The golden tea water also contains floating golden particles that resemble starlight.

Then, Jiang Ning took the teacup and went back out of the room.

"Drink it, then go practice your skills!" He said as he approached Jiang Yiming.

"Yes, Uncle!" Seeing Jiang Ning's serious expression, Jiang Yiming replied in a low voice, not daring to refute.

He then took the teacup from Jiang Ning and drank the tea in one gulp.

Gudong Gudong——

With each rise and fall of his throat, half a bowl of ice-cold tea was instantly swallowed.

"Go practice your martial arts to digest the medicinal effects! You must not see her before you reach the seventh rank! Remember to keep your martial arts level a secret from now on, and do not tell anyone except your parents!" Jiang Ning instructed.

"Yes, Uncle!" Jiang Yiming replied. Then he suppressed the surging blood and qi within his body, turned around, and ran away quickly.

Watching Jiang Yiming's departing figure, Jiang Ning then withdrew his gaze.

His strength has now transformed compared to before, and he is no longer afraid of Jiang Yiming's outstanding performance.

Moreover, with him in the lead, people will only think that the Jiang family has extraordinary bloodlines and that each member has unparalleled martial arts talent.

His mind raced as he recalled what he had seen and heard over the past two days.

Xia Xuanyan, the Primordial Spirit Immortal of Xuanhuang Cave Heaven
In just two days, he felt he had gained a lot.

He also knew why Xia Xuanyan, this primordial spirit immortal, would make a special trip to see him and show him goodwill.

All of this was because, in Xia Wanqin's eyes, he easily defeated Nan Zhiwei and stepped into the realm of an invincible grandmaster.

His potential and future possibilities caught Xia Xuanyan's attention.

The reason for this change is that his strength is now vastly different from what it used to be.

"Strength, it all comes down to strength!!"

He sighed secretly in his heart.

Then I thought of what Xia Xuanyan had said before.

"Nine blood transfusions, a martial arts legend—its difficulty is probably much greater than I imagined!!"

He didn't doubt that Xia Xuanyan would lie. Someone like Xia Xuanyan, a primordial spirit immortal, had no reason to deceive him.

"In that case, we can't be impatient for quick results; we need to make thorough preparations! During the eight blood transfusions, I felt my body was about to give out, so we need to be even more cautious this time!"

A thought flashed through his mind, and he made a decision in secret.

Then he looked at the panel.

[Craft]: Summer Treasure Trove (Great Perfection 8/10000)

"Da Cheng's intention is not enough. Not only has it failed to touch the scope of the rules, but its strength is also far from enough to help me complete the nine blood transfusions!"

Looking at his own screen, he muttered to himself.

He still lacks a lot to take the final step.

Insufficient physical strength, inadequate resource reserves, and weak martial arts essence!

But he also knew that this matter couldn't be rushed.

The final step, and also the most crucial one.

Once he crosses that threshold, he will soar to new heights. He believes that with his previous accumulation, the path to the second rank will not hold him back for long.

Because a second-grade Grandmaster primarily nourishes the spirit and strengthens the soul with the true essence of martial arts.

His divine soul was already extremely strong, and he was only half a step away from becoming a Yang God.

The final step, he only needs to make a trip to the inner landscape of Shangyang a few days later to complete it.

Therefore, once he completes the final step of the blood transfusion, he feels he will soon be able to reach the first rank.

The First Rank is the strongest in the world, apart from the Martial Saint.

As for primordial spirit immortals, he had seen them before, apart from Xia Xuanyan.

The Daoist Qingyuan of Qingyuan Cave Heaven is a primordial spirit immortal.

Even though Qingyuan Daoist ambushed and killed the Prince of Huai'an, a top-level martial arts expert, he still failed.

In today's world, martial arts are revered.

The path to immortality can only ever be confined within a grotto-heaven.

Even a powerful immortal like the Primordial Spirit would not dare to remain outside the grotto for long.

First-class, the best in the world.

A thought flashed through his mind, and he instantly figured out the path he would take in the future.

In this world, nothing is more important than one's own strength.

Individual power resides within one's own world; strength is the foundation of everything.

His own strength is the main factor that has enabled him to get to where he is today.

next moment.

He gave Linglong and Zhongling some instructions in the courtyard.

They were asked to tell Liu Wanwan that she would be back for dinner that evening.

Then, with a swift movement, he disappeared into his own courtyard.

Deep in the Dongling Mountains.

The mountains and forests are dense and deserted.

suddenly.

A bright sun slowly rose from the mountain valley, like the rising sun.

As the golden sun rises, the weeds and trees in the valley quickly turn yellow and wither.

After a while.

Beep—

Flames suddenly rose from the pile of grass and wood, sparks exploding and scattering everywhere.

As the sun rose higher, the flames below spread wildly, burning everywhere.

And the rising sun grew brighter and brighter, more and more dazzling.

However, if you look closely at the sun, you can see a human figure within it.

At this moment, Jiang Ning was enveloped by the great sun, and had already pushed the true meaning of the Great Sun Soaring to its limit.

The body's vital energy was boiling wildly, and the blood was burning.

Countless golden rays burst forth from his pores, converging and intertwining within his body, transforming into a blazing sun.

Feeling the fluctuations he had caused, Jiang Ning nodded in satisfaction.

After reaching its peak, this artistic conception is at least 50% stronger than before.

Now that the Great Sun Intent has erupted, he feels that if he were to spar with Nan Zhiwei again, even if he only used six or seven tenths of his strength as he did yesterday, he could still severely injure Nan Zhiwei.

It could even allow this artistic conception to completely invade Nan Zhiwei's body, erupt from within him, and ignite his flesh and blood.

"This artistic conception still hasn't touched the rules. If it did, its power would be even greater!"

Jiang Ning was immediately satisfied.

Then, with a thought, he dispelled the aura he had created.

next moment.

The golden sun that had enveloped him completely dissipated, and the miraculous power and golden light that once emanated from his pores vanished.

The previously boiling atmosphere has now returned to calm.

He glanced down at the ground.

The already dry mountain valley is now ablaze after being hit by the blazing sun.

If this fire is allowed to spread and turn into a wildfire, it's unknown how long it will burn.

Think of this.

He flipped his palm and slapped it down.

boom--

The palm strike pressed down, creating a shockwave.

The strong wind instantly extinguished the raging fire.

With a sweep of his divine sense, he unleashed several more precise palm strikes.

After a few breaths.

Under the influence of his divine sense, not a single spark remained, and only then did he stop.

After the brief fire, the mountain valley was cleared by the fire and his palm strike, leaving a spacious area.

The rocks were exposed, and the afternoon sun shone down from above.

Subsequently.

He brushed the dust off a rock and then sat cross-legged on it.

The mind resonates with the great sun above.

A great sun rose from within him, its golden flames sweeping across his heart and filling every corner of his soul.

He was also enveloped by a golden sun.

His faint figure stood within, like a god bathed in the sun.

At this moment, one sun shines high in the sky, and another sun is located in the mountain valley.

Two great suns, one above the other, shone brightly in each other.

[Summer Pass Experience Points +22]

[Summer Pass Experience Points +21]

[Summer Pass Experience Points +23]

【.】

As time passed, the great sun, high in the sky, slowly sank westward.

But the sun in Jiang Ning's heart grew brighter and brighter, its light more and more intense, and it became more and more real.

[Visualization Experience Points +3]

Suddenly, an abrupt notification appeared.

"Visualization?"

This year, I was suddenly startled, and then I quickly gathered my scattered thoughts, cut off the distracting ideas that were growing in my mind, and continued to communicate with the great sun above my head.

In the blink of an eye.

The afterglow of the setting sun painted the sky, turning the once dazzling golden sun into a warm orange-red hue.

(End of this chapter)