Chương 18: The Heaven-Opening Force, Cang Lian's Excitement

Rumor has it that Hong Jiuru is a master at the peak of Dan Jin, with extraordinary strength. He has some impression of him in his memory.

Cang Lian felt agitated as he listened to the martial arts practice sounds coming from inside, sounds that seemed to tear the air apart.

It was a yearning from the depths of the soul, the most primal longing for power after the body had been formed!

He took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

The next moment, with a thought, his invisible spiritual power flowed like mercury, instantly penetrating the thick high wall.

Although he was outside, he could see the scene inside the martial arts hall clearly!

This made him so excited that his whole body trembled slightly!

This martial arts training hall is extraordinary; it's like a small-scale martial arts temple!

The hall was very spacious, with a hard bluestone floor, but it was covered with dense, uneven footprints, clearly the marks left by years of hard training.

The walls around the room were not covered with ordinary swords, spears, and halberds, but with rows of strange weapons that gleamed with an eerie light. There were oddly shaped Mandarin Duck Halberds, heavy nine-section whips, and even a few ancient-looking two-handed swords with blood grooves all over their blades. Each one exuded a chilling murderous aura.

The martial arts training equipment was dazzling and varied, showcasing the profound knowledge and skills of the masters.

A row of plum blossom stakes, each about half a person's height, stands against the wall. The top of each stake is smooth as a mirror from years of being trampled on.

Beside it, several huge leather sandbags hung from the crossbeam. One of the sandbags had a cracked face, revealing the filling mixed with iron shot.

In the corner, rows of Green Dragon Crescent Blades were displayed, the lightest of which probably weighed no less than a hundred pounds.

Further away, there was a huge iron turntable with several handles, clearly a device used for practicing twisting the waist and generating power.

The entire martial arts hall was filled with a heavy aura of iron and blood, far from the petty squabbling of ordinary martial arts schools.

At this moment, many Cang family disciples are practicing martial arts in the martial arts training hall.

Despite witnessing all this, Cang Lian did not follow suit and practice.

Because he knew that although Gu Guolong hadn't come along, he was still watching him from a hundred meters away with his hawk-like gaze, seemingly casually.

Suddenly, an idea struck Cang Lian, and it instantly took shape in her mind.

He jumped up suddenly, pretending to desperately try to peer inside the wall, but the wall was too high and he couldn't see anything at all, so he feigned disappointment.

He ran to the wall again, and mysteriously pressed his ear against the cold wall, listening intently, his face sometimes showing confusion and sometimes excitement.

Then, he stepped back a few paces and began to practice in a pretentious manner.

All of this was deliberately staged for Gu Guolong to create the impression that he was secretly learning.

True experts know that you can't learn anything by simply stealing information this way!

However, Gu Guolong was unaware that while he was making these comical gestures, most of his attention had been transformed into invisible spiritual tentacles, probing into the martial arts hall and taking in everything inside.

He was using his mental thoughts to conduct a top-level "learning by stealing"!

Cang Lian's spiritual thoughts, like an invisible wisp of green smoke, swirled within the martial arts hall. He didn't get too close, but instead chose an inconspicuous corner, observing quietly from an excellent vantage point.

His gaze swept over the Cang family disciples who were all diligently practicing, and he was quite surprised.

He discovered that none of these people, these boys and girls who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, were still at the Ming Jin stage!

The weakest among them has already reached the early stage of internal strength!

This discovery sent a chill down his spine.

The Cang family truly lives up to its reputation as a martial arts family with over 500 years of heritage; their profound foundation is simply outrageous!

These people have been cultivating their foundation with secret medicines since childhood, supplemented by the most advanced techniques, so their cultivation speed is far beyond that of ordinary people.

Their physical abilities are also incredibly strong.

Cang Lian could clearly sense that the density of their muscles and the hardness of their bones were several times greater than those of ordinary people.

Even the simplest kicks and punches generate incredibly powerful gusts of wind, striking the sandbag with a dull, thunderous roar.

In comparison, Huang Lao's fist techniques, which were already extremely powerful in the eyes of ordinary people, were completely incomparable in power to these true geniuses.

In the entire martial arts training hall, there wasn't a single person at the Ming Jin stage who could be a target for learning from!

This made Cang Lian frown deeply.

He possesses a rare and precious body, yet has no top-tier martial arts techniques to learn.

Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to a stone pavilion in the corner of the martial arts hall.

Inside the stone pavilion were Cang Yao and Jin Shiwu.

The two were not practicing martial arts, but were sitting side by side at a stone table, flipping through an ancient thread-bound book with a bronze luster. They were focused on studying some kind of peerless secret manual.

Canglian's spiritual thoughts curiously probed over.

He didn't dare get too close, but stopped in mid-air outside the pavilion, condensing his spiritual power into a beam, looking and listening from afar.

"This 'Heaven-Opening Force'... is a martial art from the 'Martial Immortal Scripture,' a national treasure of the Hong Dynasty. I never expected it to fall into the hands of your Cang family!"

Jin Shiwu flipped through the ancient book, his eyes revealing a sharp, intense, and undisguised excitement.

Cang Lian heard his words from afar and her whole body trembled!

"The Force of Creation"?

Isn't this one of the best martial arts techniques for cultivating the Ming Jin stage, as Master Huang mentioned?

It's here!

"These were all passed down to me by my father," Cang Yao smiled slightly.

"My father also obtained them by chance sixteen years ago! Last time, I had the chance to see the incomplete 'Dragon Elephant Suppressing Prison Technique' in your possession, and today, I'm returning the favor!"

Sixteen years ago?

A thought flashed through Cang Lian's mind like lightning.

Sixteen years ago, wasn't that when his biological mother, Han Yu, married into the Cang family?

"This 'Heaven-Opening Force'... is truly profound and unparalleled!" Jin Shiwu was completely immersed in the manual. The more he looked, the brighter the light in his eyes became.

"Indeed, it lives up to its reputation as a national treasure! When the Hong Dynasty was destroyed by our dynasty, our masters searched the entire imperial city, but unfortunately, they couldn't find any trace of the 'Martial Immortal Scripture.' I never expected to have the opportunity to see it today. It's truly wonderful!"

He let out a long sigh, his eyes sharpening: "The cultivation of 'strength' in this 'Opening Heaven Force' is comparable to my 'Dragon Elephant Suppressing Prison Technique,' both being exquisite. However, the stage of 'intention' it involves is far more profound and refined!"

He pointed to a line of small print on the page and said it to Cang Yao, as if he were saying it to himself:

"You see, the essence of 'Kai Tian Jin' is not simply about training 'strength,' but about training 'intention'! It believes that the greatest enemy of the human body is not an external enemy, but its own 'slackness' and 'dispersion.' When an ordinary person throws a punch, the power is generated from the waist and hips, passes through the spine, shoulders, elbows, and wrists, and is already reduced by more than half, like a leaky pipe."

"The cultivation of the 'Heaven-Opening Force' involves using 'intention,' using a powerful mental will, to weld shut all the 'gaps' in the body! Transforming the body from a pile of scattered bones and flesh into a unified 'iron lump,' a 'whole body'!"

A flash of enlightenment appeared in Jin Shiwu's eyes, and his voice became impassioned:

"When this 'whole' moves, what it emits is no longer the force of a single person's punch, but the impact of 'a moving mountain'! It doesn't deliver a punch, but the power of the entire body and the earth beneath its feet!"

"The power rises from the earth, a single, decisive blow. This strike, like a celestial hammer falling, is named—'The Creation of Heaven.' This is the true power to create heaven, unparalleled in its ferocity!"