C2 Make a Wish

"Brother Yihong, do you know where I am now?

The young man in white was startled, but his eyes shifted. "Brother Yihong, have you forgotten?"

The young man who had been called Yiming by Lee Yihong looked at Lee Yihong in surprise.

"The thousand-year-old Zhao Ming Temple is going to hold the Water Continent Dharma Assembly this month. All the major powers in the Nanyang Prefecture will be heading there."

"I heard from my dad that it isn't just the major powers. Some of the major powers in the Nanyang Prefecture, and even some of the major powers will go to the Zhaoming Temple to watch the Dharma Assembly. How can we miss such a grand event?"

The young man in white, Zhuo Yiming, was Lee Yihong's cousin. He was two years younger than Lee Yihong, but he was already a Mid Martial Master Stage warrior. He was considered a genius to be able to cultivate to the Martial Master Stage before he turned forty, let alone a seventeen year old martial master.

He was definitely a genius who could make a name for himself.

A genius from the Lee family and a genius from the Zhuo family. The Lee family and the Zhuo family were considered powerful families in the 36 cities of the Nanyang Prefecture, because there were some Unshakeable Stage warriors in their families who were not interested in learning the true martial arts.

They were not warriors or martial masters who only knew how to use fists and kicks.

Not to mention martial artists, even martial masters could only be considered martial artists.

Martial artists constantly relied on fist techniques to practice and temper their bodies. Although they could not condense true qi in their dantians, they were martial artists who knew some fist and leg techniques. Each of them was strong and strong, and they could easily exert 600 to 700 pounds of force.

As for Martial Master Stage experts, they had already condensed true qi in their bodies. They used true qi to nourish their bones, bones, and wash their blood and tendons. They were also experts who already knew some martial arts techniques.

Once he reached the stage where he practiced in an orderly manner, he would be able to transform some of the techniques into all kinds of powerful killing moves in the hands of a Martial Master Stage warrior.

It could even be considered a martial skill.

A martial artist would be able to condense zhenqi in his body and become a Martial Master Stage expert once his strength broke through a thousand kilograms through the cultivation technique and the guidance of a master teacher.

As for Martial Master Stage experts, their strength was at least a thousand kilograms, and their muscles and bones were constantly being strengthened by zhenqi, making them as thick and heavy as steel.

A Late Martial Master Stage warrior could even reach ten thousand kilograms with just the strength of his physical body. He could slash a monument with his bare hands, rip apart tigers and leopards with his bare hands, and even shout out loud. He could even blow up a small pond, and with a single leap, he could cross over sixty to seventy meters of tall city walls.

This was a Martial Master Stage warrior. Anyone who could be called a martial master was qualified to be a master.

A Peak Martial Master Stage warrior could even force the true qi in his body out of his body and kill people without being noticed. Even steel and sharp swords were as weak as clouds and mud.

Lee Yihong was now a Peak Martial Master Stage warrior, and he was trying to comprehend the realm that he was not tempted by.

In the Nanyang Prefecture, it was said that those who stepped into the Martial Master Stage before the age of forty were geniuses, and the younger they were, the more potential they had.

There were ten outstanding young men in the Laucheng who had broken through to the Martial Master Stage before the age of twenty.

However, none of them were unmoved by the enlightenment. No matter how much of a genius they were, they would still sink along with the passage of time if they didn't step into the Unshakeable Stage.

In the end, he would disappear from the world.

"Water Continent Dharma Assembly?"

Lee Yihong frowned. Although he had heard of the Water Continent Dharma Assembly and even knew that the ancient Zhaoming Temple held the Water Continent Dharma Assembly once every seven years, seven years ago, Lee Yihong was only twelve years old. He was still at the age where he was cultivating hard and was able to read and write. He had never followed his family's elders there.

Even now, Lee Yihong only knew that the Water Continent Dharma Assembly was a grand event.

"Brother Yihong, don't just focus on your cultivation. The colorful world outside is very interesting. Moreover, you can't just focus on cultivating and cultivating. It will only make your will dull and your heart lonely. My father said that it is very easy to develop an aversion to the world, and it is very bad."

Zhuo Yiming, who was dressed in white, pulled out the three-foot-long Silver Snake Sword that had completely sunk into the belly of the stone lion. He had a surprised expression on his face.

It seemed like he was still shocked by the strength of Lee Yihong's finger just now. Fortunately, other than some of the snake patterns on the spine of the sword falling off, there was no crack on the Silver Snake Sword.

It didn't seem to be an ordinary divine weapon.

"En,i know that."

Lee Yihong nodded slightly, but a subtle light flashed across his eyes. "Cousin Yiming,i have a feeling that I will need to cultivate in seclusion for a few days. Perhaps I will be able to comprehend the realm that I am not interested in and become an Unshakeable Stage warrior, so I won't be accompanying you."

"Hua!"

After saying that, Lee Yihong's body flashed, and like a gust of wind, he shot into an independent bamboo house in the bamboo forest behind him.

The bamboo forest in the backyard of Lee family seemed to be specially built for Lee Yihong. It was the place where Lee Yihong cultivated alone and focused on comprehending cultivation techniques and martial skills.

There wasn't even a servant.

"Hey,brother Yihong, my sister is also..."

"Wow, he is indeed a cultivation maniac. He really wants to understand and not be tempted!"

"I also want to tell you that my sister is also here."

Zhuo Yiming looked at the bamboo house in the middle of the bamboo forest in a daze. It was as if he could see Lee Yihong sitting cross-legged in the closed door.

It made the entire bamboo forest seem light and quiet, and the wind was soothing. In addition, the surroundings of the bamboo house were also surrounded by turbulent flows. This was the place where a peerless expert was cultivating in peace.

However, no one would have thought that there was a nineteen year old young man living here. He was actually able to endure such boring cultivation.

"Forget it. Anyway, there is still one month left before the Water Continent Dharma Assembly. I will take this opportunity to meet the other nine outstanding young men of Laucheng, especially that Yuchi Yunfeng. Haha!"

"Huala ~!"

The young man in white, Zhuo Yiming, leapt forward and jumped ten meters away in an instant. The tip of his foot lightly tapped on the steel bamboo that stood proudly twice, and he actually flew out of the bamboo forest that was a hundred meters in radius.

Judging from his Qi and movement technique, he was actually a Mid Martial Master Stage warrior. He could easily leap dozens of meters away, and his body was as light as a swallow.

A seventeen year old Mid Martial Master Stage warrior was definitely a genius who could compete with the ten most outstanding young men in Laucheng. He could even be ranked among the top.

"I wish to become one of the top ten and form a connection with the middle one. I will enjoy the fortune of the lower one. I will choose a high place and find a flat place to live. I will walk towards the wide area."

Lee Yihong did not sit cross-legged in the bamboo house as Zhuo Yiming had imagined. Instead, he started to practice calligraphy. He was fully concentrated and focused.

No one knew about the Li Clan. Lee Yihong, who had a cultivation maniac, was not only known as a cultivation maniac, but also obsessed with the Dao of Calligraphy.

Like a sword, like a knife, like a horizontal stroke. He was like a thousand mile array cloud, and he was like a ten thousand year old withered vine. The point was like a peak falling from a rock.

The brush strokes of the old Taoist were smooth and natural, and the layout was even more precise. Just looking at the handwriting alone, it was comparable to an old painter who had trained hard for thirty to forty years. Although it was a book, there was an ancient and fierce aura within the words.

At this moment, if someone who understood calligraphy saw it, they would definitely be amazed by the exquisite brush that produced flowers. There was not a single trace of failure in this line of words.

"It's a pity that my heart isn't pure enough. I'm missing a trace of a lukewarm artistic conception."

Lee Yihong put down the Blood Wolf Bristle and looked at the twenty four words on the table that were written on paper. He shook his head slightly.

"My soul is not pure enough to make me unable to comprehend and not be moved. I cannot step into the Unshakeable Stage."

Looking at the bamboo wall, the ground, and the bedside, they were all written in calligraphy that was full of dancing dragons, dancing phoenixes, and silver hooks.

Lee Yihong's expression was gloomy. "No matter how hard I cultivate and study the Maha King Fist, it will be difficult for me to step into the Unshakeable Stage. The older I am, the less likely I will be. Once I am over sixty or seventy years old, the essence in my body will start to decline, and it will be impossible for me to become an Unshakeable Stage expert. I will only be able to live for a hundred years."

Although he was sighing with emotion, looking at the calligraphy works that filled the room, Lee Yihong's eyes revealed a sharp edge, and his eyes were filled with determination.

A Martial Master Stage warrior had a strong body. The blood night, meridians, and bones were all nourished and washed by the true qi. They could easily live past 100 years old, but even a Peak Martial Master Stage warrior could only live up to 150 years old at most. He would die of old age.

His soul was not strong enough. When he was seventy or eighty years old, or even a hundred years old, his life force would gradually fade away, and he would eventually die with regret.

"Perhaps only the throbbing between life and death can make my soul break through. Under the pressure of death,i can train my heart to not be moved."

"Hua ~!"

Lee Yihong's eyes moved and he instantly pushed open a closet on the bamboo wall. There was actually a hidden door hidden behind the closet. On the hidden compartment was a black long sword and a set of heavy night clothes.

On the left side of the chest of the night clothes was even more so. There was one! The palm-sized Silver Blood Moon totem had the same mark on the hilt of the black sword.

"Swish ~!"

Lee Yihong, who had changed into his night uniform, had a sharp look in his eyes. His body flashed and he left the bamboo house.

Like a ghost, he darted out of the huge mansion that was three miles wide in the Lee family.