In a trance, spring and autumn passed several times, time flowing like water, quietly slipping away.
"Breaking through emptiness, seeing the indestructible divine. This is it, entering subtlety within oneself, controlling every bit of one's body, like a deity managing all things in heaven and earth. The human body is like countless worlds, and the self is like the Tathagata." After several years of seclusion, rarely going out, He Heng finally broke through the last barrier of national martial arts, seeing the "divine" within himself.
"National martial arts ends here. But my path is still long!" He Heng said suddenly, sitting cross-legged, contemplating himself and circulating his blood and qi.
"The national martial arts realm before me now is probably only the so-called 'path of utmost sincerity' where one 'neither sees nor hears, but senses danger and avoids it'. This realm already touches on the human method realm of the Great Celestial World. I now only have some initial insights and still lack the necessary experience to achieve it." When He Heng had traveled the world on foot, contemplating the vastness of heaven and earth and the movement of the sun and moon, he had vaguely touched the human method realm. However, he ultimately couldn't maintain it, falling from that realm after waking up, but he gained some insights into that domain because of this.
In these years of quiet cultivation, abandoning all distractions, he had indeed made progress. He had reached the peak of all nine grades of technique and once again touched the threshold of the human method realm. He believed that if he could enter it once more, he would never fall from it again.
"Still lacking a catalyst." He Heng's eyes were calm and clear, without any color, like an immortal banished to the mortal world, cutting off all worldly ties and ascending, without any trace of mortal air.
"Oh? Someone's coming?" Suddenly, He Heng turned his head, looking outside. With his spiritual perception, he could sense the other's aura even from several miles away.
"This is... Yan Yuanyi. What is she doing here?" He Heng was a bit puzzled. Since he had told Yan Yuanyi about Tang Zichen last time, this woman had gone to cause trouble for Tang Zichen. Although the result was as expected, she lost again. Then this woman was naturally very unwilling and had been working hard on her cultivation these past few years. Why would she come to find him today?
"Well, it's fine. I just finished three years of cultivation and was planning to find someone to test my results. She'll do." He Heng said calmly to himself, pulling open the front door.
Before long, a young-looking woman of about twenty-five or twenty-six, wearing a white ski sweater, walked up to his doorstep, looking at him coldly.
"He Heng, long time no see." Yan Yuanyi spoke first.
"It has been a few years." He Heng nodded, standing in the doorway like a huge mountain, blocking the path forward.
Yan Yuanyi frowned slightly, somewhat angry, but then thought for a moment and held back, saying, "Young Master He, you don't seem to welcome me very much. You're not even letting me in?"
"That's right, I just don't want to let you in. Instructor Yan, you're from a state violence organization. Generally, when you enter someone's house, it's never for anything good. A law-abiding citizen like me doesn't dare to have much to do with you." He Heng had an expression that said 'you're right, I'm just not welcoming you'.
"Hmph, I have important business with you today, He Heng. Don't go too far." Yan Yuanyi frowned and said coldly.
"Today I just want to go too far. What can you do about it?" He Heng's expression was unfriendly.
"Then I'll discipline you on behalf of Old Master He." Yan Yuanyi's face was frosty, coldly shouting, killing intent spreading.
"Then let's see if you have that ability." He Heng smiled, his figure suddenly leaping, drawing a perfect arc in the air, descending from high, throwing out a punch with a boom. There was no sound, floating like an immortal, without any trace of mortal air.
Yan Yuanyi's expression changed drastically. She didn't underestimate this punch just because there was no sonic boom, but rather knew how terrifying it was. A master like He Heng had over a thousand kilograms of force in his body, any casual wave would have the power to shake buildings and rumble mountains. Now this punch of his seemed like a child's casual swing. How much control did this require?
She didn't dare to meet it head-on, dodging like a startled swan or swimming dragon, avoiding this strike. He Heng's punch missed, and he stepped into the Big Dipper stance, throwing out another punch fiercely towards Yan Yuanyi.
"Such a fast punch." Yan Yuanyi had already felt a violent fist wind rushing towards her, and it was too late to dodge now.
In a flash, Yan Yuanyi turned her body to avoid the front of He Heng's punch, her jade-like slender hands suddenly grasping He Heng's right wrist, using the technique of using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds, making He Heng's punch deviate slightly, narrowly avoiding this punch.
"Not bad. It seems you've indeed made a lot of progress after losing to Tang Zichen again. Your technique has improved greatly. The you from before definitely wouldn't have been able to dodge this punch of mine." He Heng laughed, his right hand suddenly turning, five fingers forming a claw, suddenly grabbing towards Yan Yuanyi's cheek.
"Damn it!" Tang Zichen had always been a sore spot for Yan Yuanyi, and losing to her repeatedly made Yan Yuanyi particularly averse to this name. Now being reminded of her by He Heng again really angered Yan Yuanyi.
However, she also knew that this was He Heng's method of disturbing her state of mind. She immediately steadied her mind, using the Emei Chasing Wind Short Strike, using acupoint striking techniques to grapple with He Heng's claws.
"Three Hundred and Sixty Copper Man Acupoint Striking Technique." He Heng said coldly, his legs suddenly sweeping, like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, stirring up a gale force wind for several meters. Yan Yuanyi's expression tightened, hurriedly performing a series of aerial jumps to avoid this strike, her footwork somewhat chaotic after landing again.
"Take my Taiji Great Millstone!" He Heng seized this opportunity, his arms forming a seal, like the Taiji yin-yang diagram, frantically rotating, like a millstone grinding, with the surrounding air in turmoil.
"Bang!" He Heng and Yan Yuanyi's fists collided, with a violent sonic boom, like spring thunder rumbling, penetrating the soul.
Yan Yuanyi was far inferior to He Heng in strength. In this direct collision, she was no match at all, being pushed back several steps by a huge force, her face pale, arms trembling, even somewhat convulsing.
He Heng pressed his advantage, both hands clenched into fists, transforming into cannon hammers, his blood and qi surging, tendons and bones making popping sounds, fiercely hammering towards Yan Yuanyi's front.
Yan Yuanyi had no choice. She sensed He Heng's killing intent and hurriedly performed a donkey roll on the ground, covered in dirt, extremely狼狽ly avoiding this strike.
He Heng was relentless. His speed was extremely fast, immediately catching up to Yan Yuanyi's side. As she was leaping up, he used a "Black Tiger Steals the Heart" technique, directly grabbing towards her chest.
Seeing He Heng's fierce attack, Yan Yuanyi didn't dare to meet it head-on. She hurriedly lowered her body, using a "Wildcat Roll" to avoid this sharp attack, while at the same time kicking both legs towards He Heng's chest.
He Heng smiled, sidestepping to avoid that kick, while at the same time opening his right arm, suddenly using a grappling technique to clamp Yan Yuanyi's left leg, forcefully throwing her, suddenly dragging Yan Yuanyi's entire body to rotate several times.
"Damn it, He Heng, let me go right now, or I won't let you off!" Yan Yuanyi shouted angrily, both hands supporting on the ground, very furious.
"Haha, Yan Yuanyi, I never thought you'd have a day when you'd fall into my hands." He Heng laughed mischievously, not caring about Yan Yuanyi's threats. His arms seemed to have the strength of a thousand jun, firmly clamping Yan Yuanyi's legs, not letting go no matter how she struggled.
"Bastard!" Yan Yuanyi was extremely angry. She had really been having bad luck recently. First, she lost to Tang Zichen again, then she suffered a loss with her lover, and now she came to find this kid He Heng wanting him to help with that Wang Chao, but now she's suffering such a big loss again. Yan Yuanyi's grief and indignation were simply indescribable.
An angry woman is very terrifying, especially when that woman has high martial arts skills. In this state of grief and indignation, Yan Yuanyi suddenly exploded. Her hands suddenly flung out, her waist actually making a 180-degree rotation, fiercely attacking towards He Heng's back.
He Heng was startled and hurriedly grabbed Yan Yuanyi's legs, violently throwing her more than ten meters away, slamming her hard against a big tree.
"Crack..." That big tree was actually broken in half at the waist by Yan Yuanyi's impact.
"Cough... cough..." Yan Yuanyi staggered out from under the fallen tree, her hair disheveled, in a狼狽 state, her body covered in red and purple bruises, with several wounds scraped open, blood oozing out. Especially her waist, which was deformed from the impact.
How strong He Heng's strike was could be seen from that tree that was broken in half at the waist. It should be known that martial artists who have broken through emptiness and seen the indestructible divine generally have over a thousand kilograms of force. Not to mention He Heng, who, relying on the techniques from the Great Celestial World, had physical strength far surpassing normal people. His whole body had several tons of force. For Yan Yuanyi to be violently thrown by such a strong force and not be smashed into two pieces on the spot was already a demonstration of the strong vitality of a Dan-forming martial artist, far surpassing ordinary people. How could she care about anything else?
However, Yan Yuanyi was a woman, and women generally care about their appearance. Yan Yuanyi was no exception.
When she got up and saw herself covered in dirt, her clothes tattered, with several large cuts scraped open, and feeling the excruciating pain in her waist as if it was broken, she let out a piercing scream.
"Ah! He Heng, I won't rest until one of us is dead!"
Looking at this woman who was close to madness, He Heng's expression froze. He wisely didn't continue to say much, just standing there coolly with his hands behind his back, looking askance at the sky. The moon is so bright today!
Who cares if it's daytime now? Confucius said, "Only women and petty men are difficult to deal with!" This saying is really true wisdom. He Heng felt it was best not to talk too much with these crazy women.
"Fortunately, I cultivate the path of emotionlessness." He Heng was grateful for this.
On the other side, Yan Yuanyi quickly calmed down after screaming a few times. After all, she was a Dan-forming martial artist, her mental state far surpassing ordinary people. In the blink of an eye, she extricated herself from her grief and indignation, giving He Heng a cold and complex look before finally leaving.
What else could she do if she didn't leave? She couldn't beat He Heng, and continuing to entangle would only be asking for humiliation.
Seeing Yan Yuanyi leave, He Heng actually breathed a sigh of relief. This wasn't because he was afraid of Yan Yuanyi, but because her background was extraordinary, and he simply couldn't do anything to her. Continuing to entangle would have been difficult to end well. Now that she had the sense to leave, it would be easier for them to face each other in the future. Of course, this was He Heng's thinking.