"Let's try the Celestial Seal first."
Li Mo took out the Celestial Seal and stamped it onto the page.
No reaction.
The tiny characters showed no signs of flowing into it.
Clearly, the Celestial Seal couldn’t repair the incomplete martial art.
"Maybe I should try learning the first eight moves first?"
Li Mo felt a headache coming on.
If he had a choice, he wouldn’t bother with an incomplete manual.
If all else failed, he’d have to wait until he left the mountain for a sect mission and check the merchant houses. It’d be ideal if he could buy a suitable martial art outright. If not, he could offer a hefty reward for them to track one down.
For now, anything that could be solved with money wasn’t a problem for young Li Mo.
Half an hour later.
He had already memorized the essence of Twelve Hammers of Calming Storms.
Though he was reluctant to admit it.
He seemed to pick up hammer techniques far faster than swordsmanship.
"Incomplete manuals... should still allow the infusion of martial insights."
Li Mo gave it a quick try.
[One year of insight successfully infused.]
[First year: Despite the incomplete manual, your astonishing talent for hammer techniques allowed you to persist. You mastered the basics in a month, achieved proficiency in three, and reached minor mastery in six.]
[By the end of the year, a sudden epiphany pushed you straight to major mastery!]
Li Mo: "......?"
Wait, seriously?
Major mastery in a year, with an incomplete manual—is this really me?
Unfamiliar. Way too unfamiliar.
Good news: He’d finally discovered a talent beyond just being handsome.
Bad news: This talent...
"Guess passion and talent really are two different things."
"Anything but a hammer would’ve been fine..."
Li Mo’s mood was complicated.
Would he actually reach the pinnacle of hammer techniques with just an incomplete manual?
[Five years of martial insights successfully infused.]
[First year: You perfected Twelve Hammers of Calming Storms, but without the remaining sections, you hit a bottleneck, stuck at perfection with no further progress.]
[Second year: You began deep contemplation, pondering the true essence of the hammer techniques and attempting to deduce the missing parts.]
[Third year: Against all odds, you found a faint path forward, creating the ninth and tenth moves through sheer intuition.]
[Fourth year: The manual now felt like a puzzle missing just one piece. You effortlessly devised the eleventh and twelfth moves, completing Twelve Hammers of Calming Storms. Compared to the original, your version might even surpass it.]
[Fifth year: Your Twelve Hammers of Calming Storms reached the pinnacle.]
"......"
Li Mo held his forehead, questioning reality.
First, because endless hammer techniques were flooding his mind.
Second... his talent in this area was even more terrifying than he’d imagined!
Five years!
An incomplete manual!
And he’d not only completed it but pushed it to the pinnacle!
Compared to his sluggish progress in swordsmanship, this was like riding a rocket.
"Is it just my natural talent for hammers?"
"Or did becoming the master of the Indomitable Starfall Hammer enhance this ability?"
Divine weapons seemed to be more than just powerful tools.
Sensing the Indomitable Starfall Hammer within his World Seed, Li Mo decided not to dwell on it.
He couldn’t even wield the weapon yet—no point overthinking.
"First, let’s complete Twelve Hammers of Calming Storms."
Li Mo walked over to a relatively flat boulder.
He spread out paper and began writing swiftly.
Soon, a complete high-tier martial art took shape on the page.
He pressed the Ancient Bronze Celestial Seal onto it, and the tiny characters immediately rearranged themselves, flowing into perfect order.
Finally, even the name of the martial art transformed:
Seven Hammers to Steady the Heavens
A brand-new supreme martial art was born.
Seven Hammers to Steady the Heavens could be considered the ultimate evolution of Twelve Hammers of Calming Storms. Without altering the original’s core philosophy, it elevated the concept of "slowness" to its extreme.
It emphasized using deliberate, measured strikes to counter speed, making the lightest touch unleash earth-shattering force.
At the pinnacle, even a seemingly gentle swing could split mountains, part seas, or sever rivers.
No need for words.
Martial insights—activate!
---
Meanwhile.
Qingyuan Main Peak.
After a series of tests, the elders gathered to discuss.
At the Qi-Blood Realm, she could already wield auroras to execute a pinnacle-tier sword technique flawlessly.
Her body, tempered daily by lunar energy, possessed terrifying resilience—true "jade bones and ice flesh."
Her soul was also unusually robust for reasons unknown.
"Ying Bing’s combat prowess is easily on par with the Inner Breath and Jade Marrow Realms."
"If not for her pure lineage, I’d suspect she was the descendant of some mighty divine beast in human form."
"Indeed, born with twenty-four meridians... and she’s only halfway through the Qi-Blood Realm..."
The elders, having lived for decades, found themselves at a loss for words. The shockwaves in their hearts refused to settle.
However.
What they didn’t know was that this wasn’t even Ying Bing’s full potential.
She could still tap into a sliver of lunar power.
She possessed the enigmatic Aurora Soul.
Her combat instincts were peerless, unmatched in history.
And she carried the wisdom of the Phoenix Empress from a past life.
The elders hadn’t noticed, and Ying Bing saw no reason to mention it.
Her display today wasn’t for show—she couldn’t care less about others’ opinions.
"I wish to descend the mountain and visit Ziyang Prefecture City."
Ying Bing spoke softly, her voice cool as frost.
The elders fell silent.
"May we ask why you’re going?" Shangguan Wencang inquired.
"A sect mission."
"Some missions can be completed within the sect. You don’t lack contribution points either."
"There must be another reason, yes?"
The elders pressed gently.
Though Ying Bing had trained for only a short time, her strength was undeniable.
At Inner Breath Realm levels, a trip to Ziyang Prefecture City shouldn’t be risky.
But better safe than sorry.
Ying Bing remained silent, tacitly acknowledging their guess.
Xue Jing smiled. "If it’s important, why not discuss it with us? We’ve lived long enough to have some influence in Ziyang Prefecture."
"If it’s minor, perhaps entrust it to someone you trust? It’d avoid unnecessary complications."
"I don’t..." Ying Bing’s lips parted, about to say she had no one she trusted—no close companions at all.
But then, inexplicably, a certain sunny-faced youth flashed through her mind.
Him... he might be trustworthy enough?
After a pause, she nodded.
"Understood."
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Elsewhere.
"Achoo!"
On his way back from the waterfall to Autumn Water Pavilion, Li Mo sneezed.
Strange.
With a physique that could crush boulders like overripe fruit, how could he possibly catch a chill?
Hmm...
Guess he still needed more training.
Too bad he couldn’t temper his body while meditating on the Indomitable Starfall Hammer inside his World Seed—and he couldn’t take it out either.
Body refinement would have to wait.
"Seven Determinations of Heaven and Earth—I actually reached Perfection Realm in just twenty years."
"What a pity. This hammer technique wasn’t originally meant for the Blood-Qi Realm anyway."
"Right now, I can only perfectly execute the First Determination."
Li Mo muttered to himself, calculating just how much force a single swing of his hammer could deliver.
Well... at the very least, it should be enough to crush someone at the Inner Breath Realm, right?
The awkward part was—
Aside from a divine weapon he couldn’t even properly wield, he didn’t have a single decent hammer at his disposal.
Thud—
No sooner had he stepped into the Autumn Water Pavilion than the sect master’s carriage arrived at the entrance.
The ice block—Ying Bing—stepped down, her sharp gaze locking onto him.
"What’s the matter?"
"I need your help with something."
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
