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As the violent Spiritual Power surged into Ye Hao's body, the strength of his fleshly body was also increasing bit by bit.
Ye Hao clenched his teeth, not allowing that berserk power to enter his meridians. Once it entered, Ye Hao was sure his strength would definitely step into the Innate Realm.
It wasn't that Ye Hao didn't want to enter the Innate Realm, but this power had come too suddenly. If he just let it break through, even he didn't know to what realm this Spiritual Power would push him.
If he blindly sought a breakthrough, then Ye Hao's future foundation would be flimsy and unstable.
That wasn't what Ye Hao wanted, so he gritted his teeth no matter what, refusing to let that stream of Spiritual Power enter his meridians, and instead used that berserk Spiritual Power to temper his flesh and blood.
Only at this moment did Ye Hao finally have such a "luxury" surplus of Spiritual Power to practice Shaolin's Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt. In the past, Ye Hao couldn't even find a trace of Spiritual Power; each breakthrough was won through life-and-death battles. Where would he get Spiritual Power to train Shaolin's Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt?
So Ye Hao seized this chance tightly. Otherwise, who knew where he would find so much Spiritual Power next time.
Ye Hao circulated Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt again and again. Gradually, a layer of golden light covered his entire body, and that light reflected off Ye Hao's figure as if an ancient giant bell was shrouding him.
Yi Yang stared at Ye Hao in shock, secretly thinking, It's actually Golden Bell Shield? Where did Ye Hao get the Golden Bell Shield Cultivation Technique from? Could it be that those old fellows of the Zen Sect were so generous as to give Ye Hao the Zen Sect's supreme defensive treasure?
But that didn't seem likely! The Zen Sect had basically been detached from the mundane world for hundreds of years. Even when Huaxia was invaded by foreign powers decades ago, they didn't even step out to say a word. How could people like that possibly hand Golden Bell Shield over to Ye Hao? This left him puzzled.
After that, Ye Hao displayed Shaolin's secret arts one after another, which made Yi Yang even more shocked and uncertain. Just the Golden Bell Shield alone was already unbelievable to him.
In fact, Yi Yang had forgotten that a thousand years ago, the Zen Sect's Disciples were also spread throughout the secular world. Places like Wutai Mountain and Shaolin were giant sects of the martial world, but they were merely branches of the Zen Sect.
At that time, the Zen Sect had passed many secret arts on to Shaolin, letting Shaolin recruit some top-tier disciples on their behalf into Shaolin. When the time came, the Zen Sect would then come to bring those people back to the Zen Sect's ancestral land.
However, eighty or ninety years ago, Shaolin split apart because they joined the revolutionary army to resist foreign invaders.
In the end, Abbot Jing Nian had no choice but to follow the parting words left by a great Shaolin monk from hundreds of years ago, which told him what to do in later generations in order to preserve Shaolin's secret arts. As for the inheritors, that great monk from centuries past had already left backup arrangements.
Yi Yang had gone out to travel the mortal world twenty years ago. At that time, Ye Hao and the others had not yet received Shaolin's inheritance.
So Yi Yang mistakenly believed that all of Shaolin's secret arts had been destroyed in the resistance against foreign enemies, which was why he was now so uncertain and shaken upon seeing Ye Hao perform the Zen Sect's secret arts.
Ye Hao exhausted every Cultivation Technique he had to consume the berserk Spiritual Power in his body, but that violent Spiritual Power was too terrifying, surging at him in waves, making Ye Hao feel as if he had spiritual indigestion.
After a long time, Ye Hao truly couldn't hold on anymore and shouted loudly, "Grandmaster, help absorb some of this Spiritual Power."
Hearing this, Yi Yang nodded. Even if Ye Hao hadn't said anything, he would have helped him once he saw Ye Hao reaching his limit.
With Yi Yang making a move, Ye Hao's pressure was greatly reduced, but Ye Hao still didn't let go of such a good Body Refining opportunity.
The two of them thus digested the Spiritual Power spilling out from the space within.
Yi Yang absorbed quickly, but that Spiritual Power was too vast. Even if the two of them absorbed it as if their lives depended on it, there was no way to finish it in a short time.
After a little more than an hour, Ye Hao's physical body could already compare to the strength of National Martial Arts Twelfth Stage. Yet Ye Hao still did not give up on continuing to refine his body. Faced with such a good opportunity, he had to seize it.
During this hour, Yi Yang had also replenished the Spiritual Power he had previously consumed. But he too hadn't advanced for many years, so like Ye Hao, he used the Spiritual Power to refine his body.
Another two hours passed.
Ye Hao and Yi Yang were standing at the latrine doorway, the two of them motionless.
Guang Daozi, He Daozi, Qing Daozi, and Cheng Daozi were all puzzled. Why had Ye Hao and Yi Yang been quiet for so long?
Then they suddenly felt Ye Hao's aura erupt violently, which led them to guess that perhaps Yi Yang was giving Ye Hao some great benefit.
Ye Hao's cultivation had stepped into National Martial Arts Twelfth Stage, and the toughness of his body wasn't far off from the Twelfth Stage either.
This made them all the more envious of Ye Hao! It was just that they didn't have such foundations; even if Yi Yang offered them the same, they might not be able to withstand it.
Another three hours passed, and Ye Hao and the others had already been inside the Wudang Holy Land for close to fifteen hours.
Guang Daozi, He Daozi, and the others were starting to grow anxious.
Inside Yi Yang's painting world, Ye Hao had finally reached the final stage. The ring had finally stopped spewing out surging Spiritual Power.
As the Spiritual Power stopped erupting, Yi Yang entered a state of enlightenment, as if he were about to break through.
Yi Yang closed his eyes, and just like that, a day passed.
During this time, Ye Hao had also come to understand what it meant to have the flesh and strength of National Martial Arts Twelfth Stage. Now, Ye Hao only needed a single opportunity to step into the Innate Realm.
The speed was so fast that Ye Hao himself wasn't sure if he was dreaming.
But the moment Ye Hao's mind moved, his whole person appeared outside the ring.
Previously, he and He Daozi and the others in the Wudang Holy Land had actually been inside that Space Ring within his hand.
In other words, right now, the ring in Ye Hao's hand contained the Wudang Holy Land, and outside the Wudang Holy Land was the original state of that ring.
Ye Hao went in and out of the ring a few times, then returned to the Wudang Holy Land, sitting cross-legged before the meditation cushion there, and carefully watched Yi Yang.
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Just like that, three days passed.
At this moment, outside Wudang's Yuxu Palace, on a huge arena platform, a young Korean man was shouting on stage, "Do the two seniors' disciples under Wudang's Zhang Ruowu and Zhang Ruochen really not dare to come and exchange a few moves with us?"
On the main dais, Zhang Ruochen and Zhang Ruowu watched expressionlessly. They actually wanted Ye Hao to fight, but after Ye Hao and He Daozi and the others had entered the Holy Land, they had yet to come out.
"Hahaha, so Wudang is only this much?" A young man from the Jiepeng Qiushan Clan said even more arrogantly, showing not the slightest concern for Wudang's face.
At this moment, gathered around the arena were also the Qingcheng Sect, Kongtong Sect, Shaolin, Hong Gate, Unity Sect, and other famous great sects of the martial world.
They had all come today to see what kind of spectacular scenes would unfold when foreign fighters challenged Huaxia's Wudang Taiyue.
It was just that the Jiepeng people and the Koreans had been shouting on the stage for an entire day. Although they hadn't used any particularly dirty curses, the cold ridicule and mocking tone in their words left Wudang's Zhang Ruochen and Zhang Ruowu not knowing where to put their faces.
Their purpose in returning to Wudang this time was to let Ye Hao display the most orthodox Tai Chi, but they hadn't expected that Ye Hao would enter the ancestral land and then not appear for so long.
"Hahaha, do the disciples of Wudang seniors Ruochen and Ruowu really not dare to accept the challenge?" (My novel "Supreme Man of Huadu" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there's also a 100% chance prize draw for everyone! Open WeChat now, tap the "+" in the upper right corner, choose "Add Contacts," search for the public account "qdread" and follow it. Hurry up!) (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you're welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)