Translator: CinderTL
Beneath the panel, two lines of subtitles appeared above Jiang Ting's head:
[Physique: Martial Fetus Holy Body]
[Innate Talent: Primitive]
"Martial Fetus Holy Body? This... this can't be right?" Jiang Ye froze in place, stunned by the sight.
He remembered Jiang Ting's physique being a mortal body just recently. How could it suddenly transform into a Holy Body in such a short time?
"What kind of physique is this?" Jiang Ye stared at the panel.
Whether it was a mortal body, Profound Physique, or this Martial Fetus Holy Body, the system classified them according to the standards of a low martial world.
While real-world physique classifications existed, they differed from the system's. For instance, a mortal body in reality was called a "martial bone." A Grade A mortal body corresponded to a Grade A martial bone.
As for the Profound Physique, Jiang Ye hadn't encountered it yet and didn't know its real-world equivalent.
But the name "Martial Fetus Holy Body" immediately sounded far more advanced than "mortal body" or "Profound Physique."
"Is the Martial Fetus Holy Body even higher-level than Teacher Chen's Profound Physique?"
Jiang Ye stared at Jiang Ting with a strange look. "Could this girl have some kind of cheat?"
To go from a mortal body to a Holy Body overnight was simply unbelievable.
Is she even an earthling anymore?
"Did Mom pick up an alien?" Jiang Ye wondered inwardly, having never heard of such a thing.
Changing one's physique had always been a gradual process, something Jiang Ye knew firsthand.
How could someone make such a massive leap in an instant?
The key point was that Jiang Ting still possessed the lowest-tier Primitive innate talent.
Considering all these factors, was she even human anymore?
"Regardless, this is ultimately a good thing," Jiang Ye thought to himself.
If Jiang Ting could quickly grow into a strong cultivator, she would become a valuable ally by his side.
"Still, this girl is far from ready to start cultivating," Jiang Ye observed, looking at the young girl.
No matter how great his sister's innate talent might be, she was still too young—not even thirteen years old yet.
This made it even more crucial to protect her from danger.
Early deaths among geniuses were all too common.
"Whether she's a genius or not, my own strength remains the most important thing," Jiang Ye reminded himself, his mind as clear as a mirror.
After finishing his meal, Jiang Ye returned to his room and activated his wristband.
Buzz!
A holographic projection materialized.
The projection displayed a single book, devoid of any other functions.
Clearly, this was a custom-made wristband designed solely for transmitting Art Techniques, lacking even basic communication features to prevent leaks.
"Eight Trigrams Thunderclap Fist," Jiang Ye tapped the book.
Instantly, a middle-aged man in a black martial arts uniform appeared within the projection.
His eyes were sharp and bright like an eagle's, his posture ramrod straight. Even through the projection, an indomitable aura radiated from him, as if he could shatter any obstacle.
"The Eight Trigrams Thunderclap Fist is a mid-yellow tier Art Technique, suitable for cultivators below the second breakthrough," the man said in a deep voice.
"A mid-tier yellow tier Art Technique?" Jiang Ye's eyes lit up.
Just as I thought—an Advanced Art Technique!
Compared to talent, the ranking system for cultivation techniques was relatively straightforward.
They were broadly classified into four tiers: Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow, each further divided into upper, middle, and lower grades.
For example, the Star Martial Cultivation Method, whose full name is the Basic Star Martial Cultivation Method, is a low-tier yellow-tier cultivation technique suitable for beginners in the martial dao.
A mid-tier yellow-tier technique? That was already the highest-level cultivation technique Jiang Ye had ever encountered.
The middle-aged man continued, "This technique is fierce and domineering. Practitioners must draw thunder-attribute star energy into their bodies and then, through a special breathing method combined with fist techniques, unleash this power."
"Each strike carries the force of ten thousand thunderbolts and resonates with eightfold thunder resonance, capable of easily shattering an opponent's meridians."
After this brief introduction, the middle-aged man began demonstrating the technique.
Jiang Ye watched intently, studying every detail.
The deeper he delved into the technique, the more astonished he became.
The Eight Trigrams Thunderclap Fist actually allowed the body to contain the power of lightning!
The method was surprisingly simple: through a specific cultivation method, thunder-attribute star energy was compressed within the meridians. When a fist was thrown, this energy was instantly released, not only unleashing tremendous power but also generating a thunderous resonance.
"But how can a human body produce the sound of thunder?" Jiang Ye wondered, puzzled.
He soon understood the principle.
"By harnessing the life magnetic field to release the compressed Stellar Thunder Energy within the body, one can create an effect similar to thunder?"
Jiang Ye's eyes widened with understanding.
The human body possesses a unique magnetic field.
This magnetic field can resonate with cosmic energy.
Cosmic tempering is the process of strengthening this magnetic field.
Only when the magnetic field reaches a critical threshold can one break free from life's shackles and become a cosmic martial artist.
At that point, the body's magnetic field can actively sense and absorb cosmic energy.
This explains why achieving the first breakthrough is called becoming a 'cosmic martial artist.'
Returning to the original question:
Why can the human body emit thunderous sounds?
"Because the body's magnetic field has absorbed Stellar Thunder Energy, creating a similar effect."
With this realization, Jiang Ye experienced a sudden enlightenment.
The Eight Trigrams Thunderclap Fist is a formidable killing technique!
It also poses a significant threat to the Shadow Clan.
The thunderous, violent energy of the technique is the perfect countermeasure against these malevolent entities.
Jiang Ye quickly finished watching all the videos.
He immediately adopted the fist stance and began practicing on the spot.
Although mastering this Art Technique requires channeling thunder into the body, he hadn't yet achieved his first breakthrough. Therefore, he focused solely on perfecting the fist forms for now.
Even without the thunderous resonance, a perfected fist technique could unleash terrifying power.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Jiang Ye began practicing alone.
Eight hours later:
Huff!
Jiang Ye regulated his breathing, feeling a wisp of qi circulate through his meridians.
His fingers spread like eagle claws. As the qi flowed to his right hand, his fist shot out like an arrow released from a bow.
Boom!
A faint thunderclap echoed through the air.
Jiang Ye retracted his fist and stood still.
Barehanded, yet his strike resonated like thunder—this was the Eight Trigrams Thunderclap Fist!
It also signified his mastery of the technique.
He had merely used breathing techniques this time. If he were to channel Stellar Thunder Energy, the true thunderous resonance would manifest.
"This power... it's incredible!" Jiang Ye exclaimed, genuinely surprised.
Practicing the Eight Trigrams Thunderclap Fist wouldn't advance his cultivation realm, but it allowed him to mobilize his full strength with far greater efficiency.
If he were to test his punching power now, it would be at least 50 kilograms higher than before.
"It's one in the morning," Jiang Ye noted, glancing at the time. He immediately sat cross-legged. "Time for the illusionary realm tempering."
The next moment, his consciousness sank into the Martial Dao Heavenly Ladder.
After a grueling night of relentless training, Jiang Ye woke up the following day and immediately resumed practicing the Eight Trigrams Thunderclap Fist.
This advanced Art Technique was proving even more transformative than he had imagined.
If he could achieve Entry-level mastery before the start of the semester, his strength would undergo a meteoric rise.
Several hours later, Jiang Ye called Chen Zilu.
"Teacher, I've encountered some difficulties while practicing the Eight Trigrams Thunderclap Fist," he said. "Have you ever trained in this Art Technique?"
"No," Chen Zilu replied, her voice tinged with resignation. Jiang Ye truly treated her like an encyclopedia, calling her every day.
If not for her fondness for him, she would have grown impatient long ago.
"However, I have practiced the mid-profound tier Heavenly Thunder Fist, which shares some similarities with the Eight Trigrams Thunderclap Fist," she added with a sigh. "Tell me, what's the problem?"
Jiang Ye immediately explained his issue.
Consulting Chen Zilu granted him a 30% boost to his comprehension.
When it came to his own interests, Jiang Ye never hesitated to ask for help.
Still, he understood that such frequent requests were a significant favor. After all, not everyone would willingly be disturbed daily during their vacation.
"I must repay her properly in the future," Jiang Ye vowed inwardly.
As soon as he finished explaining his problem, Chen Zilu offered a unique solution.
Jiang Ye immediately resumed his training.
Day after day, the final month of summer vacation was filled with intense activity.
He alternated between rigorous training and honing his skills in the illusionary realm.
In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.
(End of the Chapter)
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