SFS Chapter 193
Chapter 193
When the man and woman took a liking to each other, the arrangement became official.
Both families originally planned to hold the wedding within the year.
But due to the Eastern Expedition, Yang Lingshu would depart with the sect to the eastern line in a year. After discussions, they decided to postpone the wedding until his return.
Since both individuals were still young, this year would let them properly nurture their bond.
After returning home, Yang Lingrui began secluded cultivation in Sanglu Valley’s cave dwelling, aiming for potential breakthroughs during this period.
Yang Lingshu stayed at Song Mountain, sharing a courtyard with Wei Xinqing.
Their compatible personalities and matching appearances made their interactions effortless and free of awkwardness.
Yang Lingshu often spent days practicing at the main courtyard shrine. Yet whenever he returned, his room remained immaculate – clothes freshly laundered, hot tea waiting on the table, always accompanied by Wei Xinqing’s cheerful "Lingshu! You’re back!"
Within three months, their closeness gave outsiders the impression of a long-married couple.
Besides cultivation and bonding with Wei Xinqing, Yang Lingshu now had another duty after returning home – assisting Yang Yuanhong’s body training.Per the Immortal Master’s decree, Yang Yuanhong would begin his Path of Cultivation in two years. Until then, he needed to maximize his physical potential.
His natural physique and spirit pearl enhancements rendered ordinary martial arts training useless. This required Yang Lingqing and Yang Lingshu to intensify his regimen through special techniques.
Behind the Yang Family’s Forbidden Area lay a specially dug pool.
The still, ink-dark water revealed its depth to experienced eyes. Originally thirty fathoms deep, the pool now measured nearly one hundred twenty fathoms after Yang Yuanhong’s rapid progress.
With Yang Lingshu’s help, the digging hadn’t been too strenuous.
"How long’s he been under?" Yang Lingqing asked upon arriving after handling family matters.
"Half an hour," Yang Lingshu answered, watching the motionless surface while maintaining a faint spiritual glow at his fingertip.
Land-based endurance drills proved useless against Yang Yuanhong’s powerful heart and lungs. Now he trained underwater, holding his breath during exercises.
Using the feedback from his divine awareness, Yang Lingshu monitored the glowing spiritual marker.
Deep below, Yang Yuanhong swam through the darkness with four massive iron weights chained to his limbs.
Plop!
Abrupt noises erupted from the depths of the pool as gnarled roots and vines burst through the sediment, coiling around Yang Yuanhong and dragging him downward.
Torrents of water surged moments later, their crushing weight humming ominously through the depths as they whipped toward his body.
"Urk!"
Yang Yuanhong’s muscles flexed violently, releasing explosive cracks of shifting bones and expanding flesh that reverberated through the watery abyss.
Crash!
He shattered the wooden technique’s bindings and kicked off the pool floor, dodging swirling currents while propelling himself upward.
New vines and rapids continued spawning around him as he ascended. He evaded what he could, blocking unavoidable strikes with defensive postures.
*Gurgle.*
Halfway to the surface, he expelled his first air bubble, then accelerated his ascent.
The attacks intensified near the water’s surface – roots and currents striking with increasing frequency.
Overwhelmed by the barrage, Yang Yuanhong shielded vital points with his arms, enduring direct hits.
*Hack!*
His second exhalation carried crimson streaks. To push beyond limits, one couldn’t spare oneself in training.
Yang Yuanhong’s monstrous physique defied reason – any ordinary mortal would’ve perished eighty lifetimes over.
Injuries slowed his climb. Gazing upward at the web of currents and vines, his pupils contracted as he entered meditative focus.
Muttering an internal incantation, he drew fresh vigor from his core.
Whoosh!
A shockwave rippled outward, scattering nearby currents.
Yang Yuanhong shot upward, hands slicing through the aqueous prison like blades. Breaking free, he outpaced pursuing tendrils.
"He escaped, Master. Your move."
Yang Lingshu extinguished his glowing fingertip, nodding to Yang Lingqing.
"Swift progress indeed." Her smile contrasted with her sharpening hand seals.
"Encase!"
A radiant beam struck the pool’s surface, instantly sealing it beneath an earthen crust.
Yang Yuanhong’s glimpse of light vanished as darkness swallowed him. Choking sediment and rubble assailed from all sides.
Blinded, he relied on instinct to evade attacks while racing against dwindling breath.
*Cough!*
A third bloody exhalation signaled his narrowing window.
"Surface first – no time for debris!"
Ignoring lacerations covering his body, he torpedoed upward.
Thud.
His first punch impacted the earthen layer without effect.
Thud.
Thud!
Thud!
Dull impacts echoed as he pummeled the barrier.
Poolside, Yang Lingshu observed spreading cracks with raised eyebrows.
"Master, these tremors approach first-level practitioner potency."
Yang Lingqing kept her eyes locked on the shuddering crust. Success today would prove the five-year-old’s physique rivaled cultivators.
Another year of such trials before his Path of Cultivation began? His future combat strength might shake the Zhuhu Dynasty itself.
Cracks multiplied as pounding sounds weakened below. After fifteen minutes, silence fell.
Receiving Chen Yang’s mental message, Yang Lingqing dispelled her technique and retrieved the bloodied, unconscious boy.
Though failing to breach the seal, his performance satisfied both observers. The Yang Family possessed ample resources and time to nurture this prodigy.