Section 7, that feeling in the chest is so refreshing

After he opened his eyes, the golden gas that flowed like meridians on his body also vanished, retreating within him. Within his body, the intricate and complex meridians were continuously circulating golden fighting energy. These meridians served as his storage for fighting energy. Because he lacked a dantian, practicing the techniques from ancient texts would lead to the self-destruction of the dantian, which is the primary reason for He Xuan's status as a waste. Other cultivation methods typically involve storing fighting energy in the dantian. The Killing God’s Killing Technique is an exception. Because he lacked a dantian, practicing the techniques from ancient texts would lead to the self-destruction of the dantian, which is the primary reason for He Xuan's status as a waste. Other cultivation methods typically involve storing fighting energy in the dantian. The Killing God’s Killing Technique is an exception.

Certainly, on the day of your great joy, how could I possibly not be there

At this moment, He Xuan held his head with his hand, and his whole body unexpectedly swayed: "It's nothing, I suddenly feel very dizzy. I feel alternately hot and cold."

The young master is too modest. It is a pity that this continent does not value literature. The woman moved gracefully, taking a few steps to approach He Xuan, and before she arrived, a faint and delicate fragrance wafted towards him.

"Xuan'er, I have heard from your mother that you have been staying at home these past few days. Your father will not ask what you are doing at home, but you should also take a look at the shop." At this moment, He Wudi suddenly spoke.

Liu Ziqiang originally wanted to get angry, but Ah Hei's flattery was so astonishing that it left him at a loss for how to find an excuse to vent his frustration. While he was deep in thought, a servant's voice came from outside: "Report, young master, He Xuan has gone to the street."

Xuan'er, so you're here. Yu Yan is here too. Oh, why is your face so red? Jiang Mengru walked out of the hall and came to the courtyard, immediately noticing Chen Yuyan's unusual appearance.

It feels so damn good! How could I possibly get up when it feels this good

With a muffled thud, Chen Yuyan's face turned crimson, her delicate lips biting down lightly as she pushed the fallen He Xuan off her: "Young Master, are you alright? Hurry and get up."

However, the power of the God of Killing tells He Xuan that self-detonation is worthwhile! Who in the world would not compete for the legacy of those closest to the God of Combat?

As he spoke, a middle-aged man, approximately thirty years old, walked out of the hall, accompanied by He Wudi

The visitor was a young woman, seemingly no more than nineteen years old, resembling a blooming flower, beautiful yet not gaudy, elegant yet not ostentatious. Particularly striking was her perfect S-shaped figure, which was alluring, and her full bosom provoked thoughts of desire. He Xuan's eyes were reddened, yet he feigned the demeanor of a gentleman. There is a saying that goes well: in front of a gentleman, one must be more gentlemanly than the gentleman; in front of a rogue, one must outshine the rogue. This is the true essence of courting a woman.

Since ancient times, autumn has been associated with sadness and solitude, yet I assert that autumn days surpass the spring mornings. On a clear day, a lone crane soars above the clouds, evoking poetic sentiments that reach the azure sky. What a fine poem, what a fine poem!

Chen Yuyan clearly sensed the ambiguous posture of the two, causing her to blush and feel flustered. For a moment, her mind went blank, and she found herself unable to muster any strength in pushing He Xuan's hand away. Whether it was intentional or not, He Xuan's hands pressed against her chest and even gave a slight squeeze, sending a shiver through her body. She could hardly exert any strength; with a soft murmur, she collapsed to the ground. After all, she was an innocent young woman. He Xuan's actions were a blatant provocation.

Ahe, how many days has it been, how many days! Is that kid still hiding at home?

Is this my fighting spirit? I have finally formed my own fighting spirit. Golden fighting spirit, could it be of the gold attribute? But it looks different from the gold attribute. Ah, whatever, this fighting spirit is clearly extraordinary, and it is extremely impressive. If I were to become a martial artist in the future, with this golden fighting spirit manifesting, heh heh... it would be hard not to attract the attention of beautiful women.

Initially, the gas appeared as a white color, but then it unexpectedly changed. It gradually transformed from white to a golden hue, resembling a golden sun. In that instant, he became significantly more divine, as if a celestial being had descended, exuding an unparalleled majesty

On this day, He Chen, sitting cross-legged, emanated a faint white gas from his entire body. This gas resembled fighting energy, yet there seemed to be some differences. The white aura flowed around his body like meridians, resembling writhing centipedes.

He seemed to have not seen the blue sky for a long time, and his mood was greatly improved. He couldn't help but recite a fine poem, and at the end, he did not forget to boast about it. Of course, only he knew that this poem was merely a copy he had taken.

... ...

As he spoke, he automatically stood up and shook his head: "Indeed, I feel much better. I've regained my strength." Then, as if nothing had happened, he extended his hand and apologetically said, "Sister Yu Yan, I apologize. This is an old habit of mine; it's a side effect of my cultivation... being rendered useless. There are always a few times each month when I feel completely weak. I was abrupt."

Sister Yu Yan? It seems you all know each other. However, Xuan'er, you should call her Aunt Yu Yan. Although she is only a few years older than you, she will be marrying your Uncle Luo in a few days.

After several days of cultivation, it is time to go out for a walk. Otherwise, I will become rusty. With a light laugh, he stood up, exited the room, and upon seeing the blue sky and white clouds, he couldn't help but sing a song.

"Mother, it's nothing. Sister Yuyan is just too happy. I just told her a joke, and look, her face is all red from laughing." The voice of He Xuan came.

The white fighting spirit transformed into golden fighting spirit, marking the transition into the early stage. Those at the first three levels of martial disciples are no match for me. With just my physical strength, I can defeat them. If I utilize the assistance of fighting spirit, I can also slay those at the fourth level of martial disciples

He Xuan shook his head beside a website: "An old cow eating tender grass. A fresh flower inserted in cow dung. Bah. Fortunately, this young master is clever and took advantage of her first. Tsk tsk, that pair of breasts is simply a treasure of the world! The experience was too delightful." He Xuan felt a bit unsatisfied and even contemplated when he could take advantage of her again

He Xuan's lips revealed a hint of a smile. After five days of seclusion, he had entered the initial stage of the first transformation, a speed that could be described as astonishing. He was undoubtedly a genius in cultivation. Of course, this was also closely related to the Killing God Technique itself. He discovered that the most challenging aspect of cultivating the Killing God Technique was not the cultivation itself, but rather the reversal of the meridians and fighting energy prior to the cultivation. In his memory, He Xuan had become a waste body after self-destructing his dantian nearly three years ago, and until his death, he had spent over two years without successfully reversing his meridians. This clearly indicates that the time required for meridian reversal far exceeds that of cultivation by countless times! He found that the most difficult part of cultivating the Killing God Technique was not the cultivation itself, but the reversal of the meridians and fighting energy beforehand. In his memory, He Xuan had become a waste body after self-destructing his dantian nearly three years ago, and until his death, he had spent over two years without successfully reversing his meridians. This clearly indicates that the time required for meridian reversal far exceeds that of cultivation by countless times! Due to the pain of reversing the meridians, those whose willpower is not innately strong cannot persist for long. If one merely insists, after reaching their limit, death is the only outcome.

Alright, Invincible Brothers, there is no need to see me off. I hope you will honor me with your presence at the appointed time and not be late

"I can't, I'm completely weak, I can't get up, I can't get up." He Xuan lay on Chen Yuyan, speaking weakly. Yet inside, he felt exhilarated. The position of the two was extremely ambiguous, with He Xuan's face perfectly surrounded by two soft mounds, and his hands inadvertently resting on the softness.

Father, I understand and am preparing to go take a look

Ah, a casual creation, a peak of elegance. Merely a hobby. He Xuan's eyes, intentionally or not, glanced at the woman's chest, "Damn, it's really big, at least a cup size E. I wonder what it feels like to hold it in one hand; it must be incredibly intoxicating. I need to find an opportunity to take advantage of her and the library." He Xuan's thoughts were exceedingly lewd.

Xuan'er

It was abrupt, a casual remark, hardly worth mentioning, hardly worth mentioning. He Xuan waved his hand, revealing a bright smile

At that moment, Jiang Mengru's voice came from the hall, startling He Xuan into immediate awareness. He quickly moved his hands away and said, "Oh, I feel much better. It seems I can stand up now."

He Xuan's previous cultivation level was that of a Martial Apprentice at the ninth stage. At that time, he was only twelve years old, and he had even one foot already in the realm of a Martial Artist. This talent was considered extraordinary among the geniuses of Liu City. His father, He Wudi, who was the strongest among the second generation, had a cultivation level of only the seventh stage of a Martial Artist, despite having trained for more than twenty years longer than He Xuan. This illustrates the difficulty of cultivation. His two cousins, He Lin and He Chao, currently have cultivation levels of only the seventh and sixth stages of Martial Apprentices, respectively. His father, He Wudi, as the strongest among the second generation, had a cultivation level of only the seventh stage of a Martial Artist, having trained for more than twenty years longer than He Xuan. This further emphasizes the challenges of cultivation. His two cousins, He Lin and He Chao, currently have cultivation levels of only the seventh and sixth stages of Martial Apprentices, respectively.

"What a good name. Wedding? What? Your wedding? Are you getting married?" He Xuan was taken aback, "Damn, such a beautiful woman is getting married, which lucky bastard is it? No, I have to think of a way to take advantage of this. Otherwise, I will be at a loss."

It seems that I can quickly restore my previous cultivation level, but to advance to the next stage and enter the second transformation will certainly take a considerable amount of time

He Xuan inhaled the fragrant aroma, feeling refreshed: "Miss, you are being too modest. May I ask for your esteemed name? What brings you to the He family?"

Oh. My name is Chen Yuyan. I came to the He family merely to visit Old Master He and to invite the members of the He family to my wedding

Are you alright?" Chen Yuyan instinctively stepped forward to support him. Just as she approached, He Xuan collapsed towards her like a boneless creature, crashing into her.

Alright. Then we shall take our leave. Yu Yan, let us go. The He family has notified us, and we still need to visit the Liu family later. Luo Da laughed heartily, saying that one feels invigorated during joyous occasions, and as he spoke, he took Yu Yan's hand and left the He family.

He had just finished reciting a poem when a voice as melodious as a golden oriole came from behind him. Turning his head, he was instantly dazzled by the brilliance in his eyes

He Xuan nodded: "Yes, yes. Aunt Yu Yan."

Thud

"I am fine, just feeling a bit dizzy. My whole body feels weak, ah, so weak." He Xuan's body was pressed against Chen Yuyan, and he could clearly feel the softness of her chest; the sensation was truly intoxicating. Chen Yuyan was still unaware that she had been taken advantage of; she merely reached out to support He Xuan, but unexpectedly stumbled, losing her balance and instantly falling to the ground. The feigning weakness He Xuan naturally fell down with her.

At last, he opened his eyes

Aguo entered and said: "Young Master, I estimate that the waste is afraid of your might and has sensed your kingly aura, which is why he does not dare to go out. But rest assured, as soon as he steps outside, heh heh ..."

The young master has a refined taste

Yes. My wedding will be held at the Luo family in a few days. Huh, young master, what is wrong with you?

He Family

Beautiful woman! Stunningly beautiful woman!

His footsteps became increasingly unsteady, and his whole body swayed as if he were about to fall, his complexion also turning pale.

"Hehe." The woman also laughed, exuding charm, "I have heard that the young master of the He family is exceptionally talented, a prodigy in cultivation, yet I did not expect him to also dabble in poetry and song. In this nation where martial prowess is revered, it indeed appears to be quite unconventional"

Liu Ziqiang has been in a very bad mood these days, much like a woman experiencing her menstrual period, easily prone to outbursts of anger

Chen Yuyan did not hold He Xuan's hand, blushing as she stood up from the ground, lowering her head and daring not to look at He Xuan again: "It's nothing, it's nothing. The young master should take good care of his own health."