The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 71 Blessed Land Illusion, Master of Subtlety

Central part of Linjiang Prefecture.

The mountains are steep and undulating, and the Jade Belt River has carved out a precipitous natural canyon over millions of years.

This canyon is about ten miles long, with rapid currents and treacherous terrain on both sides. It is a vital passage connecting the upstream and downstream counties of Linjiang Prefecture.

This is Shuanglong Gorge, the headquarters of the Canal Gang.

A huge water fortress was built against the mountain, with densely packed houses inside, where hundreds of people moved about, each performing their own duties.

The core area is a fortress built of hardwood and huge stones, which is also the gathering place of important figures of the Canal Gang.

It is located on a wide, flat area in the middle of the canyon, nearly two meters above the water, backed by a cliff and overlooking the entire river channel.

Rumble!
The waves surged and crashed, splashing water everywhere.

In the heart of the surging, boiling water, from among the dark, looming rocks, a head silently emerged.

Hong Yuan squinted and looked around, paying particular attention to the stockade in the core area.

Centered on that fortress, the surrounding forests and weeds had all been cleared away, leaving a barren landscape that anyone could see clearly.

In addition, there are eight watchtowers, each five zhang high, standing around the fortress. Several baskets also hang down from the cliffs on both sides, with scouts standing inside to observe the surrounding area.

Even without these scouts, the fortress was heavily guarded, with patrols every three steps, and those entering and leaving even had their waist tags checked.

It might not have been this strict before, but ever since the bodies of Chen Jiulang and the others were returned, news of Hong Yuan's challenge to the death by hanging the corpses has spread.

The canal gang was both shocked and furious, and everyone was on high alert, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

Such tight defenses mean that, unless one is invisible, no matter how skilled the expert, it would be impossible to infiltrate without alerting anyone.

Upon seeing this, Hong Yuan snorted coldly in his heart.

These members of the canal gangs really couldn't shake their bandit habits.

He, Mr. Hong, is upright and honest, and he said he would arrive in three days, and he would definitely keep his word.

With such tight security, do you think they'd launch a surprise attack?

ridiculous!

The reason I'm here now is simply to scout out the situation beforehand, so as to avoid being ambushed by those despicable villains from the Canal Gang.

He leaned down into the water and dived more than ten miles in one breath. With a splash, he leaped out of the water and landed on the riverbank three zhang away.

As his blood and qi surged, a burst of energy shook his entire body, scattering the water droplets on his clothes.

However, the force was not the internal energy described in martial arts novels. It was a kind of true qi that could not dry his clothes. Hong Yuan did not care and walked slowly along the riverbank with his wet clothes.

With two days left until the challenge, I took the opportunity to organize my thoughts. With a thought, rows of black text appeared.

【Master of Blessed Land (Gray) - First Step on the Stage: Hong Yuan (18)】

[Body Constitution: 7/100]

Comprehension: 7/100

[Talent: Qi flows through the entire body, and vision is clear and penetrating]

'Sure enough, the further you go, the harder it gets. I've fought at least twenty or thirty battles in this period, if not countless, and yet I haven't gained even a single bit of progress.'

'Perhaps it's also because the vast majority of battles are of very low quality.'

"Moreover, although the data doesn't show an increase, I can sense that it's reached a certain limit. After this battle with the Canal Gang, it should start to rise again."

Hong Yuan stroked his chin, and his vision instantly became blurry. In a flash, he was already in the blessed land space.

First, they walked down the nine steps to the bottom of the stone gate, and then, unsurprisingly, they were thrown back after taking one step.

Hong Yuan did not go out immediately, but instead walked towards the outer edge of the square.

This pale white square was only the size of an ordinary stadium. Hong Yuan quickly walked to the edge and looked into the distance, but all around was shrouded in mist.

The entire world was shrouded in this white mist, rendering any "seeing through the darkness" technique utterly useless. Hong Yuan wasn't disappointed; this wasn't the first time he'd gazed into the distance. Just as he was about to leave, a wisp of mist suddenly parted before him, and a faint glimmer of light flashed by.

Hong Yuan blinked. What the heck?

I didn't see it clearly!
Can we do it again?
Having finally caught a glimpse of something different in this blessed land, Hong Yuan's spirits lifted, and he patiently began to wait.

In the realm of the mind, the passage of time is imperceptible.

In a daze, Hong Yuan's eyes flickered, and he saw a sliver of white mist split open, followed by a flash of light that disappeared in an instant.

But Hong Yuan's face showed excitement. This time he could see clearly that the light and shadow changed extremely quickly, and there were mountains, rivers and cities inside.

Of course, this wasn't enough to excite him; the main reason was—

'Observing a mirage somewhere beyond the heavens, my mind has been slightly elevated; my comprehension has increased by 1 point!'

Beyond the heavens? The outer world?!

Hong Yuan took a breath. If this guess was true, then this [Tai Sui Blessed Land] might be even more miraculous than he had imagined.

With this insightful gain, Hong Yuan continued to wait, but unfortunately, even his spiritual body was somewhat exhausted this time, and he did not see the mist open again.

He exited the stone gate space, his consciousness returned, and his gaze swept around. The sky was already completely dark, and thick fog spread out accompanied by thunderous roars.

Water droplets started dripping from her body again.

Hong Yuan's mind was clear, and he vaguely understood something. Suddenly, he leaped into the swirling torrent.

His figure was instantly swallowed by the waves. Amidst the crashing waves, Hong Yuan clenched his fist, unleashed a surge of power, and punched out fiercely.

Spiral force erupts!
The forces of strength and gentleness, yin and yang, swirled out and exploded violently.

With a deafening roar, a surging wave of anger was shattered by a single punch, and then swept back with the turbulent current.

Within Hong Yuan's body, his vital energy transformed into a powerful force, surging forth in wisps and strands, clearer than ever before, as if a single thought could be divided into hundreds and thousands of parts.

The force is applied as smoothly as drawing silk!
This is no longer the violent use of subtle force as in the past, but a true mastery of subtle techniques.

'After mastering the technique, the first level is like opening a floodgate; the second level combines strength and softness, allowing for free control...'

'The third level, the realm of subtlety, involves applying force as smoothly as drawing silk, reaching the pinnacle of transformation...'

'Has this reached the extreme point of the change in force?!'

Hong Yuan was somewhat dazed, feeling as if he had cleared the level without even putting in any effort.

'Beyond form lies transformation… However, I always feel that even the most subtle transformation isn't the end; perhaps there's still an extension!'

Each time his comprehension increased, it was always the time when his inspiration was at its sharpest. Hong Yuan seized this opportunity and vaguely felt that even the subtlest changes were not the end point of his power.

'Besides the spiral force...' Hong Yuan's gaze shifted, his five fingers tightened, and the force at his fingertips surged forth as he suddenly grabbed at a hard reef in the water.

With a hissing sound, like tearing silk, long cracks appeared instantly on the hard stone, as if it had been ripped open by the claws of a diamond.

'Tiger's Fury, Mountain-Splitting Force, the highest secret technique of the Tiger Subduing Sect... Who says it can't be mastered without a secret method?!'

With a flick of his fingers, he revealed a force that was both real and illusory, unpredictable and ever-changing, like a gentle breeze and drifting clouds—this was none other than the 'Unpredictable Flowing Cloud Force'!
"Currently, I know the following subtle-level internal strength techniques: Condensed Needle Strength, Spiral Strength, Tiger-Slaying Mountain Strength, and Flowing Clouds Without Fixed Form Strength."

'The Subduing Tiger Force evolves into the Tiger-Slaying Mountain Force, and what remains is the 'Vajra Force' achieved through my self-created Vajra Palm. It's just ordinary hard force, but with a little time and understanding of its derivative variations, one can reach the subtle level.'

"Even for ordinary martial artists, once their internal energy reaches the level of 'subtlety,' cultivating just one type of subtlety-level energy takes considerable time; cultivating three to five types would consume several years."

Moreover, practicing several things doesn't necessarily make you stronger than mastering one!

'This is just ordinary microscopic-level force. If it were a superior microscopic-level force like the Tiger-Splitting Mountain Force or the Flowing Clouds Unpredictable Force, it would take even longer.'

'But I'm different. Cultivating these power techniques is not difficult for me. I can fully utilize all kinds of power in the world and use it for my own purposes.'

'Flowing through the six voids, its power is boundless!'

Hong Yuan muttered to himself, thinking that perhaps he could give it a try, and maybe he could really create a 'Six Void Force'!
(End of this chapter)