'What in the world just happened?'
For a moment, Long Ao couldn't process it. Why, all of a sudden, had he condensed Inner Strength within his body?
If that were all, it would be one thing. But the issue now was that not only had he successfully condensed Inner Strength, but it had also formed an endless cycle within his Dantian.
'What does this mean?'
When Inner Strength formed an endless cycle within the Dantian, it meant one's Cultivation had officially reached the Inner Strength Seventh Heaven Realm.
Among Postnatal Martial Artists, the Inner Strength Fourth Heaven and Inner Strength Seventh Heaven were two major watersheds. Countless people were stuck at these two hurdles, which just went to show how difficult it was to break through to the Seventh Heaven.
'Ten years of persistence without a single success. Why break through all of a sudden?'
Long Ao was completely bewildered, having no idea what had just occurred. Happiness seemed to have come too quickly, like a pie falling from the sky and hitting him on the head. If his heart hadn't been strong, he might have been shocked to death.
"Hahaha, I've finally reached the Inner Strength Seventh Heaven! Hahahaha!"
At that moment, Long Ao laughed wildly. Since the ancestral hall was located in the deepest part of the estate, no one could hear him. Just like that, ten years of persistence and hard work had finally paid off. It was a feeling that no one who hadn't experienced it could possibly understand.
He laughed maniacally for a full three minutes.
After stopping, Long Ao began to practice the Tyrant Dragon Fist. For the first time in ten years, he felt as if he possessed an inexhaustible supply of power. In his hands, the Tyrant Dragon Fist was executed with a vigorous force that was completely incomparable to before.
Having suddenly condensed Inner Strength and formed an endless cycle, Long Ao had long forgotten about Long Ying and the Small Seal. His fists were clenched tightly, and the excitement in his eyes was unmistakable.
'Long'an, Long Zheng, Long Fang... tomorrow morning, I'll show you that I'm not a piece of trash. I'm stronger than all of you.'
Suddenly, Long Ao's eyes froze, and a strange expression appeared on his face.
'Ninth Transformation Reincarnation Technique... First Transformation Reincarnation... Celestial Profound Nine Transformations.'
At that moment, streams of information flooded into Long Ao's mind. It was the Cultivation Heart Method for a Martial Technique called the Ninth Transformation Reincarnation Technique. It had nine transformations in total, and the first was called the Celestial Profound Nine Transformations.
Although he didn't know where this Martial Technique that had suddenly appeared in his mind came from, Long Ao was overcome with pleasant surprise. He could sense just how powerful it was.
Without a moment's hesitation, he immediately sat down cross-legged and began his Cultivation of the Ninth Transformation Reincarnation Technique that had appeared in his mind.
The next day, just as the first rays of dawn touched the earth and before the roosters had even begun to crow, Long'an, Long Zheng, Long Fang, and Long Qianqian were already awake and heading toward the Long Family's ancestral hall.
All four were in high spirits, perhaps in anticipation of what was about to happen.
The genius of yesterday was now someone they could trample underfoot. Their former envy, jealousy, and hatred had transformed into ever-escalating torment, all just to vent their own frustrations.
They couldn't stand to see anyone stronger than themselves.
"Ninth Brother, when we get there, if Old Qi hasn't finished cleaning, we have to teach him a good lesson. I thought of a new trick last night. I bet you guys have never even heard of it."
Seeing the wicked smile on Long Fang's face, Long Qianqian asked impatiently, "Twelfth Brother, what's the new trick? Hurry up and tell us! Just thinking about humiliating that piece of trash gives me a thrill I can't describe."
Nodding in agreement, Long Fang said sinisterly, "I thought about it all night and finally came up with it. My new trick is simple. It's called the Celestial Fan."
"The Celestial Fan? Twelfth Brother, what's a 'Celestial Fan'?"
The other three were all confused, not understanding what he meant. Long Fang gave a mysterious smile and said, "It's simple. The four of us will find Old Qi once a day, every day, just to slap his face. We'll slap him daily—get it? 'Celestial Fan'."
PFFT.
Hearing Long Fang's explanation of the Celestial Fan, Long Qianqian couldn't hold back and burst out laughing. The other two also found it hilarious, thinking that the 'Celestial Fan' their Twelfth Brother had come up with was absolutely diabolical.
And just like that, before they knew it, the four of them had arrived in front of the ancestral hall.
The four of them didn't dare to just kick the door down, not unless they wanted to be severely punished by their Second Uncle. Long Qianqian gently pushed the doors open, and the four of them filed in. But the scene that greeted them nearly made them fly into a rage.
The entire ancestral hall was a complete mess. Not only were there leaves scattered all over the floor, but stepping inside left muddy footprints. Even worse, the ancestral tablets on the altar were all crooked and knocked over. If Second Uncle found out about this, they'd be skinned alive, if not killed outright.
"Old Qi, get your ass out here! I'm going to kill you!"
Anger was written all over their faces. They wished they could find Long Ao right now and tear him limb from limb. If they had known this would happen, they would never have let him clean the ancestral hall. He had only made it messier.
"Who's calling me? Yaaawn!"
The sound of a lazy stretch was heard as Long Ao slowly walked out from behind the altar. He looked at the scene before him with apparent surprise and asked, "Who did this? They have no common decency at all."
'Who did this?'
His words nearly made the four of them choke with anger. Long'an sneered and asked, "Old Qi, tell us the truth. Did you do this or not?"
"Hold on, let me think... Oh, right, I almost forgot."
Long Ao lowered his head and pretended to be deep in thought, completely ignoring the murderous glares from the four of them.
"Damn it, have you figured it out yet or not? Or do you need me to help you remember with the Celestial Fan?"
"Celestial Fan?" Long Ao looked at the four of them, feigning confusion.
Just the thought of the Celestial Fan made the four of them antsy. To make Long Ao even more scared and worried, Long Fang deliberately said, "Old Qi, last night I came up with a brilliant new move. It's called the Celestial Fan."
"Twelfth Brother, let me explain."
Long Qianqian's face was filled with scorn and ridicule as she said coldly, "Listen up, Old Qi. The Celestial Fan means we slap you every single day. If you're obedient, maybe we'll be in a good mood and slap you a little lighter. But if you don't listen..."
"Then what?"
"Then what? Then you'll have to go out and see people with a face swollen like a pig's head every day," Long'an said, putting on a helpless expression, though the corner of his mouth curled into a wicked smile.
"A pig's head? So that's the Celestial Fan."
Looking as if he'd just had an epiphany, Long Ao suddenly moved. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! A series of sharp slaps rang out. Before the four could even react, a scream like a pig being slaughtered erupted. Long Fang clutched his cheek, howling in pain.
Long'an, Long Zheng, and Long Qianqian stared at the slapped Twelfth Brother, completely dumbfounded. They simply couldn't believe what had just happened. Old Qi, the one they had always bullied and who never dared to fight back, had actually just slapped Twelfth Brother?