Enlightenment: Beginning as a Disposable Warrior-Chapter 167 - 129: Clear as Day, Spiritual Infusion Accomplished (Bonus - )

The Second-Time Yijin is like a tiger, whether it's the toughness of sinews, resistance to blunt force, or the overall ability to channel qi blood and power throughout the whole body—every aspect surpasses before.

At that moment, Su Mu stood up from the bathtub. Water pearls rolled along each powerful muscle line, falling down, as a thought flashed through his mind.

The Melting Gold Force flowed within his body, and in an instant, the remaining medicinal liquid on his steaming body completely evaporated.

"Sizzle sizzle!"

Clusters of white mist burst and rose from every inch of Su Mu's flesh. Pulling on his clothes, Su Mu took a few steps and strode out into the courtyard.

Early spring in Cyan Cloud was not as harsh as the cold of Cang River, yet fine snow was still drifting down.

"Let's test the changes after this Second-Time Yijin."

Su Mu bent his waist slightly, at once feeling his back like it had been strung with a mighty bowstring. His whole body was tense, ready to explode with frightening energy at any moment.

Whoosh!

As he exhaled a breath.

His abdomen and back loosened, and Su Mu, using the pure strength of his fleshly body, casually clenched his fist and punched out. The fist shot out like an arrow leaving the string, so fast it drew a lingering shadow, the sky ringing with a sharp, sudden sonic boom.

At the moment the punch flew out, the force of the blow sent wind and snow around swirling backward. In the cold air, there was actually a half-zhang wide circle of vacuum in the path of the fist, visible to the naked eye; over a zhang away, an old locust tree covered in snow shook off snowflakes from the force.

Hmm?

After throwing the punch, Su Mu couldn't help but let out a small sound of surprise. By rights, each Second-Time Yijin should bring about a roughly ten percent improvement in all areas, but now it seemed to exceed that.

"Setting aside other aspects, just in terms of explosive power and punch speed, there's at least a thirty percent all-around increase—far beyond the usual ten percent!"

What he didn't know was, a ten percent boost all around was for ordinary Martial Artists. Yijin, as the last great realm of the Body Tempering Realm, was more like stringing the bow for Ninth Grade Refining Force and Eighth Grade Bone Forging, completing the final piece of the Body Tempering puzzle.

The stronger the bow, the greater the boost when the string is set. For Su Mu, who had already undergone four times of Refining Force, was not far from his fourth Bone Forging, had long endured Three-in-One Body-Strengthening Soup, and honed his flesh with Cross-Training Martial Arts, his monstrous physique—

The effect of Yijin was, of course, far beyond that of ordinary Martial Artists.

Just as Su Mu was about to further stretch his limbs, the Hidden Dragon in the Abyss between his brows began to burn, boiling restlessly.

"Wong------"

Within Su Mu's brow, the embryonic form of Spiritual Power birthed at the breakthrough into the Ninth Body Tempering Realm now strengthened, and with the completion of his Second-Time Yijin, underwent its final transformation.

With a thought, an Invisible Power drifted out from Su Mu's brow, settling atop a flake of falling snow. At that moment, Su Mu sensed that even with his eyes closed, he could discern the movement trajectory of the snowflake locked onto by his Spiritual Power.

He slowly shut his eyes.

In the blackness, a single spot of phosphorescence flickered. Su Mu realized this was that very snowflake. Stepping lightly as if carried by the wind, he reached out his hand slowly, and the light fell perfectly into his palm.

Su Mu opened his eyes, finding a snowflake resting still in his palm.

"After locking onto an opponent with Spiritual Power, it truly is as clear as daylight. The gap between having and not having Spiritual Power is worlds apart."

Su Mu's eyes glimmered. Once locked by Spiritual Power, he could anticipate an enemy's moves in advance—between experts, every move was deadly; this ability to seize the initiative was astoundingly useful in true combat.

"Let's test the detection range of Spiritual Power."

A cool stream flowed out from between his brows, Spiritual Power expanding outward. Beyond one zhang, Su Mu began to struggle; at one and a half zhang his head ached; at two zhang, Su Mu's whole body shuddered, his brow and mind felt as if stabbed with steel needles.

"The limit is around two zhang... but clear insight tops out at one zhang around me."

In the courtyard, silvery light flickered faintly in Su Mu's eyes. Night shone as bright as day, everything within a zhang radius lay within his grasp. Any further, the clarity of his Spiritual Power's perception began to diminish.

"One zhang is more than enough. Now that I've truly mastered Spiritual Power after the Second-Time Yijin, my overall strength has increased by at least fifty percent."

Su Mu's five senses already far surpassed ordinary folk. With the aid of Spiritual Power, it was like adding wings to a tiger!

"The Second-Time Yijin is done. Next, I'll raise the success rate of both the Muscle-Enhancing Pill and the Jade Bone Pill to over fifty percent... then aim for breaking through above the Ninth Realm."

After returning from Canghe County, with the Guo Family's financial support, Su Mu no longer needed to worry about silver coins for the time being. He set a small goal in alchemy for himself, while in the Martial Dao, he aimed for the Twelfth Body Tempering Realm.

Three days later, the first batch of liquor arrived at Qingyun City. To avoid exposing his identity, Su Mu had earlier, under the name Sun Li, purchased a residence with a cellar in the city.

The Ancient River Commerce Association's wagon entered the courtyard. Su Mu swept over it with his Spiritual Power, discovering the two hundred jars of liquor were padded with dry rice straw and packed in bamboo baskets.

Besides, a thin layer of white wax seemed to seal the mouths of the jars; out of two hundred, only two jars had been lost in transit.

"Mr. Sun, this is the first batch of liquor, two hundred jars in total. There will be two more batches after this..." As he spoke, the steward of the Ancient River Commerce Association lifted the wagon's cover. After a thorough inspection, he reported, "A total of two jars were lost."

Su Mu was pleased. The loss rate was much lower than his estimated ten percent. He at once brought out a five tael silver ingot. "It was a hard journey—take this money as a treat for everyone to get some drinks."

"Thank you, Mr. Sun. Does your residence have a cellar? If you want, we can help move the liquor in directly."

"Much obliged."

The steward smiled, took the silver happily, and offered to carry the liquor into the cellar. A few sturdy fellows, full of energy, finished the move in no time.