C3 Martial God Heavenly Arts

Ye Xiangyang was jolted awake from his sleep by a sudden, searing pain. It originated in his right hand, shot up his arm, and quickly engulfed his entire body. Every inch of him, inside and out, was wracked with an agony that felt like being torn limb from limb.

With his teeth clenched tight, Ye Xiangyang bolted from his room.

In the palm of his hand, the small black cauldron pulsed with a dim, black glow.

Despite his efforts to stay quiet, a cry of pain escaped Ye Xiangyang's lips. Every cell in his body seemed to be ripped apart, from his skin to his meridians, from his flesh to his bones, his bone marrow, and even his brain felt as though it was being sawed in two.

He bit his lip until it bled, but the pain was unrelenting.

Finally, after an agonizing quarter of an hour, the pain subsided.

A soothing warmth began to trickle from the palm of Ye Xiangyang's right hand, spreading up his arm. It was as if his limb were basking in a gentle spring breeze, incredibly soothing after such intense pain, leaving him feeling as though he was adrift in a dream.

This warmth permeated every part of his body, giving each cell a sensation of clarity and transparency.

A layer of greasy grime surfaced on Ye Xiangyang's skin, accompanied by a choking stench that wafted from his body.

His stomach growled ominously.

Violent retching overtook him, expelling viscous, foul-smelling substances. Multiple trips to the toilet were required before his stomach was finally purged of its filth.

Ye Xiangyang plunged into a large wooden tub, vigorously scrubbing away the dirt. It took three or four thorough washes before he was completely clean.

After this ordeal, a fresh, natural fragrance seemed to emanate from his body.

Beneath Ye Xiangyang's tongue, a continuous stream of liquid bubbled up—the legendary jade nectar. With this elixir, he could fortify his physique and prolong his life.

Having immersed himself in a multitude of books at the private school, Ye Xiangyang recognized this as the fabled process of opening the meridians and cleansing the marrow.

Ye Xiangyang felt an extraordinary lightness in both body and mind.

The small black cauldron in his right palm continued to emit a faint, dark glow.

Energy surged into Ye Xiangyang's consciousness.

Had he not undergone the process of hair removal and bone marrow cleansing, Ye Xiangyang believed his former mind couldn't have accommodated such an abundance of knowledge.

Martial God Heavenly Arts, First Layer.

A Heavenly Rank, Top Grade cultivation technique.

These words nearly overwhelmed Ye Xiangyang, leaving him on the verge of fainting.

Ye Xiangyang was aware that on the Black Tortoise Continent, according to legend, there were only three saintly palaces: Profound Martial Divine Palace, Ascending Palace, and Morality Immortal Palace; and six major sects: Immortal Sword Sect, Wood Spirit Sect, Ardent Sun Sect, Taiyi Sect, Star Sect, and Fengyun Sect. Celestial Rank Cultivation Arts were exceedingly rare in this realm.

Cultivation techniques and martial skills were categorized as Heaven, Earth, Profound, Yellow, and Unranked.

From what Ye Xiangyang knew, the Ye Family possessed only Yellow Level techniques and skills. The Jiuzhou Empire boasted Profound Rank techniques and skills, and the Pill Tripod Sect, under the Empire's domain, had Earth Rank techniques and skills.

Yet this small cauldron, a chance discovery from the Black Tortoise Spring, had bestowed upon him a Celestial Rank Cultivation Art. It felt surreal to Ye Xiangyang.

Such a cultivation technique must remain a secret from the world; if discovered, legions of Martial Cultivators would undoubtedly vie for its possession.

In such a scenario, Ye Xiangyang would be as helpless as a fish on a cutting board, likely meeting an end without even understanding how.

Martial God Heavenly Arts:

"Endless is the rotation of heaven and earth, where Tortoise and Snake coil in unity. The Profound Snake's Qi ascends to the ninth heaven, while the Martial Turtle fortifies its flesh, blood, and spirit."

"The resources of heaven and earth have been long-standing."

Following his transformative cleansing, Ye Xiangyang sensed his mind had expanded anew. His memory, comprehension, attention, and judgment had all advanced significantly.

He had astonishingly achieved mastery over the Martial God Heavenly Arts.

Even the First Layer of the Celestial Rank Cultivation Arts was far from straightforward. His rapid comprehension indicated a significant enhancement in his martial talent.

Could his acquisition of the small black cauldron be attributed to his Fortune? Ye Xiangyang wondered. He decided to test the effectiveness of the cultivation technique.

Applying the ointment for traumatic injuries to his body, Ye Xiangyang noticed his external wounds had completely healed. His skin was now smoother and more supple than ever before.

Settling into a cross-legged position, he quietly chanted the cultivation technique.

Gradually, a soft red glow enveloped him, and subtle, fingernail-sized patterns resembling tortoise shell markings emerged on his skin.

The ambient Profound Qi began to seep through his body, tracing the lines of the tortoise shell patterns.

Each area the energy touched felt cool and revitalizing. His body seemed to forge an innate bond with the earth itself.

The effects of the ointment he had applied were now fully absorbed.

Ye Xiangyang let out a reflective sigh, "I've always heard that martial arts cultivation demands limitless resources. Today, I've seen firsthand that this is indeed the case. Even though the ointment isn't made from rare ingredients, it's still beyond my financial reach."

Given that the Martial God Heavenly Arts could assimilate any form of energy, he resolved to experiment with the Profound Qi Pill.

He filled a wooden tub with water for his bath and dropped in twenty Profound Qi Pills. Each pill was valued at one Black Tortoise Silver Coin, the equivalent of his family's income for half a year.

Inside the tub, Ye Xiangyang practiced the Martial God Heavenly Arts, sitting in meditation.

The faint red tortoise shell pattern reappeared, and the energy from the bathwater coursed through these markings, spreading to every part of his body.

Overnight, Ye Xiangyang expended fifty Profound Qi Pills. The cost of practicing the Martial God Heavenly Arts was far beyond his means.

His body flushed a deep red.

He sensed his advancement to Profound Warrior One Star, yet it felt as though there was no Profound Qi residing within him.