Martial God Storm

  Tang Yan woke up from his reverie to find that the sky had already darkened. Eirinda in the cave was still trying to dispel the threat of the ice crystal, her pale face seemed to be bearing immense pain, and her slender body would occasionally show slight tremors.

  Tang Ying perhaps was tired, and curled up in a corner to fall asleep.

  The outside was quiet and dark, with occasional faint roars of beasts coming from afar, adding a hint of danger to the dense forest on this deep night.

  Tang Yan quietly left the cave, disguised himself from the outside and walked towards the nearby waterfall.

  This body is too weak and frail, lacking in strength and agility, especially awkward in battle.

  In just two short days, Tang Yan had deeply felt the cruelty of this world. There was no law or morality here, it was a completely savage world where individuals preyed on each other, truly embodying the jungle law of survival of the fittest. Here, 'killing' wasn't that difficult.

  To live a better life, to win dignity, and to get what you want, you must become stronger! Only by becoming stronger!

  What needs to be done now is to temper the quality of this body and make it more flexible.

  Tang Yan has now found some stones of suitable size nearby and wrapped them around his back and limbs.

  Plop!

  Dive into the icy lake water and swim towards the turbulent area where the waterfall hits the lake surface.

  The lake is very wide, extending all the way to the deepest part of the dense forest, but its depth is not too great, and the bottom can be vaguely seen. The shallow areas are less than two meters deep. The waterfall in front of us is about 25 meters high and 7-8 meters wide, with a strong impact force due to the abundance of water.

  Tang Yan had already felt the powerful current before he even approached the impact zone.

  Tang Yan didn't rush in and stopped eight meters away from the impact zone, using the weight of the rocks to sink all the way to the four-meter-deep lake bottom.

  The water was surging and turbulent, rolling up wave after wave of small whirlpools, even the fish couldn't get close, but Tang Yan wanted exactly this kind of environment.

  He wants to temper his physical strength in this natural pressure and chaotic power zone!

  Hold your breath, stand still and focus, first of all, you need to control the balance of your body, not to be swept away by the swirling water.

  But just as I sank to the bottom of the lake, my foot slipped and I lost my balance, and was immediately swept out four or five meters by the surging water.

  Splash! Tang Yan poked his head out and took a deep breath, then dove back into the lake bottom, returning to his original position, stabilizing himself again. But soon, he was washed away once more by the turbulent water flow.

  Once, once... Tang Yan gritted his teeth tightly, being washed away repeatedly, swimming back repeatedly, until his body was numb and heavy, unable to move. Only then did he lie on a rock exposed in the lake surface to catch his breath, before plunging into the water again.

  Constantly striving, constantly persevering, constantly igniting one's potential.

  Tang Yan's past life pursued stimulation and experienced life and death. His nature was even more cruel and ruthless, not only to others but also to himself.

  The water pressure at the bottom of the lake is extremely heavy, and with the impact force of the water flow and the weight of the stones on his body, it is a nearly self-inflicted torture for anyone.

  Roar! At the bottom of the lake, Tang Yan's entire body had bulging blue veins, his muscles were tightly locked, and his throat was rolling with a low growl. He withstood the pressure, faced the water flow, and continuously jumped and moved, making various stretching movements with his limbs. At this moment, his whole body was like lead pouring down, his muscles were tightly locked, and his heartbeat was slow and chaotic, but Tang Yan still persisted with all his might.

  He didn't use his spiritual power, purely relying on physical strength to withstand the impact and pressure, in order to break through limits and temper his body.

  "Where's he?" Tang Ying slowly woke up, found that Tang Yan was gone in the cave, and felt strange in her heart. She carefully stuck out her head, looked around, and noticed a lake in the distance.

  The waterfall plunges straight down, impacting the calm lake surface, rolling up layer upon layer of waves, splashing up a misty spray, under the cool moonlight, there is a kind of beautiful and resplendent clarity and magnificence.

  Splash! Amidst the loud rumbling of the waterfall, a head emerged from the lake surface and quickly sank to the bottom.

  The lake surface is still surging with waves, and layers of water spray are rolled up with the impact of the waterfall.

  After about a minute, the head emerged again, still panting heavily, and then sank back into the lake.

  Time and time again, back and forth.

  "Is that Tang Yan? What is he up to?" Tang Ying became even more curious, quietly emerging from the cave and hiding in a thicket near the lake.

  Panting! After going back and forth fifty times, Tang Yan suddenly rushed out of the lake surface, gasping for air with difficulty, almost struggling to climb onto a rock in the lake, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, even his consciousness was a bit dizzy.

  Just a few meters away, almost unable to swim and sank to the bottom of the lake.

  Tang Yan collapsed beside the stone, without even the strength to climb up, and lay there weakly panting heavily, feeling the strange sensation of his muscles trembling, as well as the numbness and swelling that spread throughout his body. After a while, he caught his breath slightly, and only then did he manage to climb onto the stone.

  Until then, he quietly operated his spiritual power to rotate the cycle of heaven and earth, and a warm current spread throughout his body, which was indescribably refreshing. Because he had just experienced extreme training, his cells and meridians were in an abnormally active state, like a hungry wolf waiting for food.

  The spiritual energy flows in the meridians, being frantically absorbed and refined by acupoints, meridians, and cells, fusing together.

  Invisibly, the meridians and muscles seem to have toughened up a bit, and the speed of spiritual energy flowing through them has also increased significantly.

  After waiting for his physical strength to basically recover, Tang Yan refixed the stones on his body and sank into the lake bottom once again.

  Continue!!

  "He won't be exercising, will he?" In the bushes, Tang Ying's expression was inexplicably strange. When did this young master ever change his ways? But no matter how much he changed, there was no need to self-mutilate like this!

  Is this Tang Yan?

  Looking back on the events of the day, scene after scene emerged in my mind. When danger struck, Tang Yan's ferocious appearance, his brutal attack, and his cunning cleverness all seemed like a dream.

  Tang Jia's second son, a notorious young master in the northern wilderness of the empire, is timid and afraid of trouble, bullying men and oppressing women, with no self-control. He started peeking at his own bath at the age of 10, sleeping with maids at 12, visiting brothels at 13, and became more and more unscrupulous from the age of 15, wandering around with a group of rascals every day.

  Just thinking about it, a lot of terrible things can be brought up.

  Tang Ying sometimes felt puzzled, such a big man, all over his body couldn't find even a little bit of advantage!

  It's quite an achievement for someone to live up to this point.

  Comparing the past and present, Tang Ying even doubted whether this person was her own cousin, except for his lecherous temperament which had not changed, everything else was completely different.

  Most surprisingly, Tang Yan actually knows martial arts!

  The more she thought about it and compared, the more she felt that something was wrong, and Tang Ying couldn't help but add a little caution in her heart.

  Raise questions again, is this person Tang Yan or not?

  Tang Yan was so absorbed in his training that he almost fell into a state of madness, constantly practicing and tempering himself, repeating the cycle over and over again, hardly ever stopping. When he was really hungry, he would catch a few fish and shrimp from the lake, simply process them and eat them raw, then continue diving to the bottom of the water after catching his breath.

  Whenever reaching the limit, temper with spiritual power!

  Under constant effort, the excess flesh on his body disappeared at a visible rate, and the outline of solid muscles could be faintly seen. The meridians inside his body expanded by at least one tenth, their toughness surpassing before, and the speed of spiritual energy circulation accelerated greatly.

  Starting from the second night, Tang Yan began to exert his combat skills in the depths of the lake, no longer just exercising his strength.

  The martial art of past life is Bajiquan. 'Literature has Tai Chi to bring peace to the world, while martial arts have Bajiquan to shock the universe.' The fierce and powerful routine is most suitable for close-range combat, and practicing Bajiquan in the lake can enhance flexibility and technique.

  On the third day at noon, in a step-by-step approach and continuous improvement exercise, Tang Yan successfully arrived at the core of the waterfall impact zone, sitting on a smooth stone, with his legs crossed, using his strength to resist the wild impact of the waterfall.

  The surging water cascaded down from a height of thirty meters, the overwhelming pressure was almost crushing Tang Yan's bones, making it difficult for him to breathe.

  Tang Yan let out a low roar, stubbornly withstanding the terrifying impact force, constantly reminding himself, constantly breaking through his limits.

  Insist... insist... keep insisting...

  Hehe!

  In the midst of arduous persistence, a faint, tender laughter suddenly emerged from the depths of the air sea, somewhat gloomy and somewhat eerie. In an instant, threads of evil aura spread out from the deepest place, expanding towards the air sea, and flowing through the body's meridians along with Tang Yan's extraction of spiritual energy.

  Tang Yan was immersed in his bitter practice, unaware of the eerie manifestation. He continued to temper his body and absorb the fierce energy. Gradually, his breathing became heavy, and a malevolent aura lingered around him, drifting aimlessly. In the depths of his dantian, a gray mist churned and flowed wildly, with waves crashing and rolling in an unpredictable manner.

  A faint, hoarse growl rolled in Tang Yan's throat, and for a moment, he felt as if there was a ghostly whisper echoing in his ears, cold, low, and somber. Tang Yan was deeply immersed in it, unable to extricate himself.

  In a moment!

  "Ah!!" Tang Yan's eyes suddenly opened, a bloody light burst in the bottom of his eyes, a beast-like roar exploded from his throat to the tip of his tongue, and a thick blue flame uncontrollably appeared on both hands, burning fiercely, and the turbulent water flow instantly turned into a white mist.

  Tang Yan struggled to get up, but was suddenly swept away by a violent waterfall and plunged into the depths of the lake. Just as he was about to lose control, a faint yet clear golden light burst forth from his brow!

  "What sound?" Elinda's bright blue eyes snapped open in the cave, her gaze fixed intently as she listened uncertainly.

  "Seems like... Tang Yan?" Tang Ying, who was half asleep and half awake, also woke up with a start.

  "What's wrong with Tang Yan? What happened to him?" This was Ailinda's first time waking up in three days, her complexion no longer pale, barely able to make some movements, but there were still large amounts of ice crystals left inside and outside her body, not only hindering the circulation of spiritual energy, but also sealing off her body.

  "He's been training under the waterfall for days, I guess... it might be him..." Tang Ying hesitated uncertainly, she felt a clear evil and murderous intent from the roar, more like some kind of beast than human.

  Aerinda's face changed slightly: "Exercise? Under the waterfall? He's crazy!"

  "He's just crazy now."

  "Go take a look, be careful."

  On the rippling lake surface, Tang Yan floated quietly, the evil aura had dissipated, and a golden light point at his brow slowly faded away. His consciousness was somewhat dizzy, just now he was clearly in the waterfall practicing, how did he suddenly find himself here?

  The whole body was cool and slightly stiff, but the area between the eyebrows emitted a faint warmth, as if it were nourishing the body.

  "Tang Yan? Tang Yan!" A clear and crisp call came from afar.

  Tang Yan took a deep breath and came back from his daze.

  "Tang Yan, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Tang Ying came to the lake and shouted towards Tang Yan in the lake.

  Tang Yan's whole body was sore and numb, he struggled to swim to the shore, roughly tearing off his clothes, revealing a significantly more toned upper body: "How many days have I been in there?"

  "Scoundrel!" Tang Ying cursed under her breath and quickly turned around: "Three days!"

  "Oh." Tang Yan silently sensed the changes in his body as he walked towards the cave, vaguely feeling that something was not quite right with his body.

  In the dense forest a thousand meters away from the valley, two sneaking figures in white robes stopped one after another, concentrating on listening to the surrounding movements.

  "Did you hear?"

  "Is that a scream?"

  "Is it human or beast?"

  "It seems... feels like a beast, not quite sure."

  "Want to go take a look?"

  "Be careful!"