"You son of a bitch, you actually dare to slap me?"
At this moment, Long Fang clutched his cheek and screamed, finding it hard to believe. 'The Celestial Fan I came up with was used on my own face? Is this really happening?'
"You're the one who just said the Celestial Fan means a daily face-slapping. I was just giving a little demonstration. How did it feel? Good?"
"Good, my ass! I'm going to kill you."
The enraged Long Fang had already lost all reason and charged out with a roar.
He charged, but to Long Fang's disbelief, the figure in front of him vanished right from under his nose. 'What in the world is going on?'
"Inspired by your Celestial Fan, I just came up with something called a Five-Finger Fan. Why don't you give it a try?"
Just then, hearing Old Qi's voice suddenly come from behind, Long Fang and the other three were greatly alarmed. By the time Long Fang turned around to strike, it was already too late.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! One slap after another echoed. He didn't even know how many times he'd been hit. With a THUD, Long Fang was slapped straight to the ground, unable to get up. He passed out before he even had a chance to scream.
At this moment, Long Fang's face looked just like a pig's head. He probably never would have imagined, even now, that the move he came up with would be used on himself.
"Old Qi, you… you… you've condensed Inner Strength?"
As Martial Artists at the Inner Strength Fifth Heaven, how could Long'an and Long Zheng not see it? This waste who couldn't condense Inner Strength for ten whole years had just used Inner Strength. Otherwise, how could he have so easily slapped their twelfth brother?
'Condensed Inner Strength?'
Even if a million parts of them refused to believe it, they were still shocked to their core, knowing that the waste of yesteryear had now condensed Inner Strength.
"I don't know if I've condensed Inner Strength or not, but I just came up with another move. It's called the 'Free Slap.'"
'Free Slap?'
Seemingly already knowing what he was about to do, Long'an and Long Zheng's faces fell in alarm. Just as they were about to launch a preemptive strike, the sound of SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! rang out.
Frantic slaps landed on their faces. Long Ao's eyes were ice-cold, showing not a shred of mercy.
These past ten years of endless humiliation, ridicule, and forbearance had taught Long Ao a lesson: one cannot be too kind, and one must not be too merciful to one's enemies. To do so would be cruel to oneself.
"Celestial Fan? I came up with another one. It's called 'Slap and Want to Slap Again.' Please, enlighten me."
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The sound of slapping echoed throughout the ancestral hall.
Watching the three men collapsed on the floor, Long Qianqian stood to the side, trembling, completely stunned. From beginning to end, she never would have thought that Old Qi, who had always been so weak-willed and obedient, would suddenly become so arrogant and powerful.
'What on earth happened?'
After he was done slapping them, Long Ao didn't even glance at the three on the ground. He turned to the petrified Long Qianqian and said coldly, "I didn't slap you this time because you're a woman. Remember, don't come looking for trouble with me again. Otherwise, I'll use the Five-Finger Fan, the Free Slap, and the Slap and Want to Slap Again on you all every day. If you don't believe me, you can try."
A wicked smile playing on his lips, Long Ao turned and left.
"AHH!"
A full ten minutes after Long Ao left, Long Qianqian finally let out a terrified scream, as if she had seen a ghost. By the time other members of the Long Family arrived at the ancestral hall, they found it in a total mess, with the four of them already passed out.
「Back at his solitary courtyard.」
Long Ao still couldn't quite figure it out. How had his Cultivation suddenly broken through to the Inner Strength Seventh Heaven? 'What exactly happened?'
Long Ao knew it couldn't be that simple. 'What was the reason?'
He tried circulating the Inner Strength in his Dantian. It was still in an Endless Cycle. This meant that everything that had happened last night, and just now, wasn't a dream—it was all real.
He decided to strike while the iron was hot.
Having inexplicably broken through to the Inner Strength Seventh Heaven Realm, Long Ao prepared to continue his Cultivation, hoping to get lucky again and break through to the Inner Strength Eighth Heaven Realm in one go.
After trying for a full hour, he made no progress at all. 'Am I going to be stuck in place again?'
"Master, your Desolate Sacred Body needs to absorb immense power, or it will be very difficult to break through."
'Master?'
Hearing the voice that came out of nowhere, Long Ao nearly jumped out of his skin. He asked warily, "Are you human or a ghost? If you're human, then show yourself! Why be so sneaky?"
"Master, I am inside your Dantian. Try to connect your soul to the Dragon Seal. I will guide you into the Dragon Seal Space."
'Dantian? Dragon Seal?'
'What is all this nonsense!'
Driven by curiosity, Long Ao tried to send his soul into his Dantian. With his current strength, this should have been impossible, but at this moment, with some assistance, his soul entered his Dantian unhindered. There, he saw a Small Seal, entirely black with Giant Dragons carved on its six faces, floating in the center of his Dantian.
Just then, a peculiar power shot out from the Small Seal, carrying Long Ao's soul slowly inside it—into the so-called Dragon Seal Space.
It was a dim and Mysterious Space, boundless and vast. The air was filled with streams of grayish-black particles that flowed like water. The entire Space felt oppressive, as if he couldn't breathe.
In the boundless Mysterious Space, an illusory figure of an old man stood beside a massive Blood Pool. The old man's features were unclear, as if veiled by white gauze.
Arriving beside the only thing in the Mysterious Space, the massive Blood Pool, Long Ao stared intently at the illusory old man and asked, "Were you the one talking to me just now?"
The massive Blood Pool was constantly roiling with bubbles of blood, like boiling water. GURGLE, GURGLE. It continuously emitted waves of heat. Forget about entering it; just getting close was enough to feel the terrifying aura within the Blood Pool.
"Master, my name is Long Fu. I am the steward of the Dragon Seal Space. Congratulations, Master, on being acknowledged by the Dragon Seal."
'Acknowledged by the Dragon Seal? Long Fu?'
Long Ao was completely bewildered, having no idea what was going on. 'Could it be the Small Seal I found in the ancestral hall?'
"Can you tell me what's going on?"
"Master, before your strength is great enough, I cannot tell you anything. Please forgive me. However, in the future, I will continuously perform Refinement on Soul Primordial Spirits to help you increase your strength. I can also help you refine Soul Slaves to fight your enemies."
He was a bit frustrated, but since the other party was unwilling to say more, Long Ao didn't press the issue.
"I won't ask about other things, but can you tell me what this Desolate Sacred Body you mentioned is all about?"
"That, I can explain. Master, the constitution you possess is called the Desolate Sacred Body. During the Desolate Era, this constitution was hailed as the number one Sacred Body for Cultivation, with a cultivation speed that was unprecedented. However, this constitution was also known as the number one Wasted Body for Cultivation."