"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."
---
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."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
