Free Web NovelChapter 339: Chapter 138: Three Transforming Jins in One Body Astonishes Peak Master Lingxi
Yang Jing gently shook his head, his tone still calm as he refused once more. "Senior Sister Su, if there’s nothing else, I’m going to continue my cultivation. I won’t take up any more of your time."
With that, he gave Su Qingyue no further chance to speak. He reached for the edge of the stone door and, with a slight push, began to close it.
Seeing this, Su Qingyue’s face darkened completely. She gritted her teeth and said coldly, "Yang Jing, you’d better think this through. You refuse to do me this small favor today; don’t regret it in the future!"
The threat in her words was undisguised.
Yang Jing’s eyes narrowed, a sharp glint flashing within them. He put force into his fingertips, and the heavy stone door slammed shut with a BANG, completely sealing off Su Qingyue’s figure and the light from outside.
Silence returned to the stone room, with only the faint fragrance of the Exotic Beast Musk Treasure Materials lingering in the air.
Outside, Su Qingyue stared at the closed stone door, her face shifting between pale and livid.
Her hands were clenched into tight fists, her chest heaving with rage.
She was furious. Not only had she failed her task, but Yang Jing had rejected her so decisively, leaving no room for negotiation.
’It wasn’t my incompetence,’ she fumed internally. ’It’s that Yang Jing is completely unreasonable! He doesn’t understand how things work and showed me absolutely no respect!’
She took a deep breath, suppressing her fury. Turning, she strode toward the wooden cabins, already planning her next move. She would go back and tell Zhao Hongxiang everything—every detail of how stubborn and unyielding Yang Jing was. She would make sure Zhao Hongxiang knew just how insolent the man was.
Inside the stone room, Yang Jing stood perfectly still for a moment before exhaling slowly, banishing the last vestiges of irritation from the interruption.
He walked back to the center of the room, his feet planted firmly, rooted to the ground as he slowly assumed the opening stance of the Mountain-Shattering Fist.
His gaze regained its former calm and focus as his mind settled, ready to once again immerse himself in the practice of his fist technique.
He knew that any other Outer Sect disciple would have likely given up the Training Room—especially those who had lost hope of ever advancing to the Inner Sect, let alone breaking through to the Qi Eating Realm.
After all, it meant losing only one opportunity to practice in exchange for currying favor with a disciple like Zhao Hongxiang, who was both talented and from a prominent family.
Getting a chance to ride his coattails and join his circle could lead to many benefits and a bit of protection within the sect. To many, that trade-off would be well worth it.
But Yang Jing was different. He had his panel, which meant his cultivation path was free of bottlenecks. As long as he cultivated steadily, he would break through naturally upon reaching the peak of his current realm.
He was completely confident in his future. There was no need to debase himself by fawning over others for a few scraps of immediate benefit.
In his eyes, given enough time to focus on his cultivation, people like Zhao Hongxiang would become nothing more than fleeting figures on his path. They wouldn’t even be significant enough to leave a mark.
Before long, he would leave them so far in his dust they wouldn’t even be able to see his shadow.
Besides, forget the future—even now, Yang Jing was confident. He reckoned that even though Zhao Hongxiang was on the verge of reaching the Peak of Transformation, he wouldn’t necessarily be his match in a real fight.
His Huajin cultivation might not be at its peak, but his Raging Wave Legs technique was also on the verge of a breakthrough to the Huajin level. Furthermore, his Indestructible True Skill had already reached the Dark Jin stage. This was a level of mastery few other Huajin Martial Artists could hope to achieve, especially not a young one like Zhao Hongxiang who was also practicing a secondary art.
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「The next day.」
At the crack of dawn, Lingxi Peak was shrouded in a thin layer of mist.
A thin layer of frost coated the mountain flora, carrying a crisp chill.
Yang Jing woke early. After a quick wash, he changed into a clean green robe and stepped out of his courtyard.
The morning air was exceptionally crisp, carrying the cool scent of plants and frost with each breath.
He stretched his limbs, feeling the energy flow faintly through his meridians.
He felt completely refreshed after a night’s rest and was about to head to the Training Room on the mountainside, planning to take advantage of his morning vigor to hone his martial arts.
As he stepped out of his courtyard, his gaze drifted to the nearby stone steps. A slender figure was slowly approaching. She had a graceful bearing and wore the green robe of a Yunxi Peak Outer Sect disciple. Her long hair was tied back with a pale cyan ribbon, and her features were refined and lovely. It was Sun Ningxiang.
They had kept in touch since they had joined Lingxi Peak and Yunxi Peak, respectively.
Sometimes Yang Jing would visit her on Yunxi Peak when he was free, and other times Sun Ningxiang would find an opportunity to visit him on Lingxi Peak. They would occasionally share a meal at the dining hall, chatting about their lives and the minor details of their cultivation. It helped alleviate some of the loneliness and unfamiliarity that came with being new to the sect.
Today, however, Sun Ningxiang looked different. Her brows were knitted in a slight frown, and a hint of worry, barely perceptible, lay hidden in her eyes. She seemed lost in thought, her steps absentminded.
Seeing this, Yang Jing paused for a moment before quickening his pace to meet her.
Sun Ningxiang was lost in her own thoughts and only noticed Yang Jing as he drew near.
When she looked up and saw him, her frown instantly smoothed away. The worry in her eyes vanished, replaced by a sweet smile that slowly blossomed on her lips. The gloomy air around her seemed to lift, and her whole demeanor brightened.
Yang Jing came to her side. His gaze lingered on her face, which had been clouded with worry only moments before. "Senior Sister," he asked gently, "you looked troubled just now. Is something on your mind? Have you run into some kind of trouble?"
