C12 Cultivating the Big Collapsing Hand Successfully

The force ripped through the air as he clenched his massive hand.

Meng Fann plummeted from the sky, crashing into the water and sending up a shower of spray. Yet, he simply flashed a grin and muttered to himself.

"The scroll says that the first step of mastering the Big Collapsing Hand can shatter a hundred-jin rock, which must be where I am now. I've likely succeeded in the initial stage of the Big Collapsing Hand, but there are still the second and third steps ahead. The final stage of training, according to the text, will enable the Big Collapsing Hand to smash eight hundred jin of stone. Imagine the power I'll possess then!"

The thought alone filled Meng Fann with exhilaration. If he could reach that point, he might well be at the Peak of the Body Refining Stage, his physique as solid as stone, his strength capable of ripping a cow asunder.

Massaging his aching muscles, Meng Fann settled into a cross-legged position and began channeling energy from the black beads. A soothing warmth flooded through him, a welcome relief after the extreme fatigue of his training. It felt like the luxurious embrace of a hot spring.

After some time, Meng Fann's eyes fluttered open, his body brimming with renewed vigor, every trace of injury erased. His skin glowed with a subtle sheen, radiant and smooth as marble.

Though outwardly unchanged after six days of intense cultivation, Meng Fann could sense a profound transformation within. His body had grown significantly tougher, and crucially, his meridians had doubled in size, hinting at an imminent breakthrough.

This grueling regimen had propelled Meng Fann's physical capabilities forward. Now, unless he faced an opponent far stronger than himself, like Lei Tao, those days of being at Lei Tao's mercy were over.

Indeed, the progress he'd made in these few days surpassed all that he'd achieved in the previous three years combined!

Meng Fann's fist tightened, his eyes gleaming with newfound confidence. His father, Meng Cang, had once been a revered powerhouse within the Tianhan Sect's Inner Sect, and Meng Fann was determined to live up to that legacy.

And he would certainly not fall short of his father's legacy. A remarkable father begets a remarkable son. In time, he would reclaim his rightful place in Shangjing City and retrieve everything that was once his.

Meng Fann's silhouette reappeared above the stream, now exuding a newfound stability. With each movement, his body generated a faint breeze.

He continued his cultivation into the night. After bidding Xinlan farewell, Meng Fann retired to his room to nurture his meridians with the black beads.

This ritual had become a cornerstone of Meng Fann's daily practice. Each session with the black beads significantly expanded his meridians. Meng Fann sensed that his next breakthrough was imminent.

Post-breakthrough, Meng Fann gazed at the black beads, a hint of perplexity in his eyes.

Despite the beads' profound impact over the past ten days, Meng Fann had an inkling that he barely grasped their essence.

In their inert state, the black beads were indistinguishable from ordinary stones, save for their emanating warmth. Yet the source of this energy remained a mystery. Could these beads be one of the fabled Divine Weapons of the continent?

Meng Fann was aware that Vitality had evolved over time, predominantly for combat, and Divine Weapons had emerged amidst the heavens and earth. Ranked by their power, each Divine Weapon was exceedingly rare, and Meng Fann had never encountered one.

Moreover, Divine Weapons were tied to a deeply enigmatic profession within the cosmos: the Refiner.

Refiners dedicated their lives to Artifact Refining, creating Divine Weapons that harnessed the forces of heaven and earth, capable of withstanding their immense power.

Divine Weapons were designed to challenge the will of the heavens. Thus, Refiners held a status of both mystery and might on the continent, their craft a formidable struggle against celestial intent. For an ordinary person to become a Refiner was a daunting endeavor.

Not being a Refiner himself, Meng Fann had no way of tracing the bead's origins.

With a wry smile, Meng Fann acknowledged that his current priority was his cultivation. The secrets of the black beads would, he believed, reveal themselves to him in due course.

Seated cross-legged on the modest bed, Meng Fann rested the bead upon his chest, remaining utterly still. Bathed in the glow of the moonlight, his body subtly began to transform, bit by bit.