Courtyard House: My Wife is Xu Huizhen

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A strong person in the Baodan realm has surging vital energy all over his body. Every move he makes is extremely powerful. The release of vital energy is as common as eating and drinking water, and has become a standard feature for entering this realm.

In comparison, Zhao Yunhai's methods were really not worthy of He Yuzhu's attention.

"Although you are only at the peak of Hua Jin, you can barely perform this move, which is truly amazing. No wonder everyone in the martial arts world says that you have the potential to enter the Bao Dan realm." He Yuzhu thought to himself.

The ability to release vital energy is unique to those who have reached the Baodan realm.

Zhao Yunhai was able to perform it ahead of time, which meant that he was only one step away from the realm of Baodan, almost within reach, and it was a natural outcome.

However, at this moment, the vital energy between heaven and earth is extremely thin, just like a trickle in a dry riverbed.

How easy is it to gather enough vital energy?

This requires hard work day after day and year after year, just like grinding an iron rod into a needle, or like water dripping through a stone. It takes a lot of time and effort.

But as long as you don't encounter any unexpected misfortunes and practice diligently, one day you will be able to break through the shackles and step into the coveted state of holding the elixir.

It is worth mentioning that this was the first time in He Yuzhu's life that he had seen someone so close to the Baodan realm.

In the past, he had long conversations with Huo Yingdong and others, and heard that the Nanyang area was not a simple place now.

There are many masters in the Baodan stage there, and many warriors have already entered the Gang realm.

Each of these warriors who have entered the Gang realm has mastered extraordinary skills.

Some can split huge rocks with their bare hands, some can walk on the turbulent river as if it were flat ground, and some can send opponents flying several feet away with just their breath.

They are all well-known figures in the Nanyang underworld. Their every move is watched closely and their prestige is extremely high.

Their existence is like a mysterious and heavy veil covering the martial arts world of Nanyang, making this land filled with a powerful and awe-inspiring atmosphere, attracting countless martial artists to yearn for it.

In this vast world, from the ancient civilizations of the East, to the emerging powers of the West, to the island nations far across the ocean, almost every country is like a treasure house of martial arts, hiding such hidden masters.

They are the mysterious guardians of the martial arts world, like the magic needle that stabilizes the sea. With their extraordinary martial arts and prestige, they firmly control the martial arts circles of their respective countries, maintain the balance and order of martial arts in one area, and ensure that the situation in the martial arts world, although unpredictable, always runs on a controllable track.

Even in the tiny city of Hong Kong, behind the bustling business, the four major trading companies each have powerful men in charge.

These powerful men seem to be the hermit masters from ancient legends. They usually live in seclusion, hiding in quiet courtyards in bustling cities, or living in seclusion in ancient temples in the mountains far away from the hustle and bustle.

They rarely appear in public, neither participate in the disputes over fame and fortune in the world, nor pursue worldly success and fame.

It seems that their existence is just a vague legend in the world, only occasionally mentioned in casual conversation after dinner, accompanied by the lingering fragrance of tea and the smell of fireworks in the streets and alleys, adding a touch of mystery to ordinary days.

In the public eye, most of the masters who appear publicly are at the Baodan realm. This realm is already the top combat power that can be seen in public.

In this ever-changing world of martial arts, the rule that the strong are respected is like a sharp blade hanging high in the air, constantly influencing the rise and fall of various forces.

It is also because of this that He Yuzhu's company has grown rapidly over the long years, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

On the surface, a person with Hua Jin power, in this field full of opportunities and challenges, is capable of overcoming all obstacles and occupying a world of his own with his own strength.

Chapter 620 Victory is certain

As long as you don't take the initiative to provoke those foreign companies with deep background and solid foundation, these foreign companies will usually adopt the attitude of "less trouble is more", turn a blind eye and tacitly allow them to expand their sphere of influence within a certain range.

He Yuzhu has always been low-key, like a shadow hidden in the darkness, never showing off.

He knew very well that in this undercurrent-filled world, being too dazzling would only bring unnecessary trouble.

On weekdays, he was cautious in his words and actions, taking every step carefully, so he never attracted the attention of those masters of Baodan, and was able to steadily develop his career in this complicated situation.

However, the gears of fate always turn silently. On this seemingly ordinary day, he happened to meet a master who was about to enter the Baodan realm.

This opportunity was like a bright meteor streaking through the dark night, instantly igniting his inner desire. His excitement was like a volcano about to erupt, with hot magma surging in his heart.

"Today, I will let you open your eyes and see real martial arts!" He Yuzhu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing an extremely confident smile. The arc seemed to carry the power to break through the clouds and mist, announcing his strength and fearlessness to the whole world.

He raised his arms slowly, as if strolling in the garden, his hands gently lying in the air, as if he was holding up the most precious treasure in the world.

As he moved, the aura around his body began to flow, like the gurgling of a mountain stream or the gentle breeze in the woods, quietly resonating with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth and gradually merging into one.

In an instant, a sudden change occurred. His momentum was like a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years and accumulated endless power and suddenly erupted. The hot air waves rolled in, and the majestic momentum was overwhelming.

At this moment, he stood tall and straight, like a god of war descending from ancient times. He exuded a majesty and oppression that made people dare not look directly at him, making the air around him stagnant.

"The Thirty-six Moves of Zhenwu!" A powerful roar, like a thunder exploding out of nowhere, burst out from He Yuzhu's mouth.

This roar, with endless power, rolled out like a surging tide, shaking the air around it violently and causing pain in everyone's eardrums.

Then, his aura suddenly rose like a flood bursting through a dam, and his originally ordinary clothes were now rustling as if blown by a strong wind.

He stood with his head held high and his posture upright, like a majestic god of war descending to earth, exuding a terrifying aura.

"The first move is the Heaven-Lan Hammer!" As soon as the shout fell, He Yuzhu's arm was like a rainbow that broke through the heavy clouds and went straight into the sky. It was wrapped in an unstoppable and powerful momentum, and it swung rapidly at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.

In an instant, in the originally calm void, it seemed as if a pair of invisible hands were stirring up the wind and clouds, and a mysterious and powerful force quickly gathered.

In the blink of an eye, this power condensed into a giant hammer that covered the sky and the sun. Runes on the hammer flickered, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

It was packed with immense force and earth-shattering momentum as it slammed down towards its target. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be distorted, emitting bursts of heart-pounding "buzzing" sounds.

Those white threads that were originally as sharp as blades, flashing with cold light and capable of easily piercing through steel, under the influence of this powerful force, changed their established trajectories like iron filings attracted by a mysterious and powerful magnet.

They no longer fluttered around with their fangs and claws bared, but instead obediently meandered towards He Yuzhu, one after another, all being taken into his arms.

This scene happened too suddenly and too magically, like a carefully choreographed yet incredible magic show.

Zhao Yunhai, Lin Wanting and Zhao Yaojie, who had just crawled up from the ground in a mess and was covered in dust, were all stunned, their eyes wide open, their mouths slightly open, and they looked incredulous.

Their expressions turned extremely ugly in an instant, just like the sky completely covered by a thick haze before a storm, full of fear and despair.

Especially Zhao Yunhai, at this moment, he was shocked like a surging wave, sweeping towards him layer by layer, almost drowning him completely.

Zhao Yunhai knew that the white silk he had just released was not an ordinary physical object, but rather a product of his highly refined vital energy.

According to common sense, this white silk condensed from vital energy should not be collected so easily by others.

Each white silk thread is like a nerve ending extending out of the body, closely connected with his consciousness, and has long become an inseparable part of his body. Every move is driven by his thoughts.

But now, what exactly is going on? Why did I suddenly lose control of them completely?

This extremely strange situation was completely beyond his previous understanding.

In the blink of an eye, the white silk that was originally flying wildly and under his control seemed to be tamed by an invisible force, becoming extremely docile and allowing He Yuzhu to manipulate it easily. It looked as if they had completely betrayed their master and would no longer obey any orders from Zhao Yunhai, but instead submit to He Yuzhu.

"I've said before, these are just some insignificant tricks, not real kung fu at all." He Yuzhu stood with his hands behind his back, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of contempt. The disdain contained in that smile was as real as substance, wantonly venting his contempt for Zhao Yunhai's methods.

His hands seemed to be moving in the silent void, his movements were slow and smooth, as if he was embracing an invisible mysterious sphere. Every turn was filled with indescribable grace. With every move, it seemed as if the heaven and earth were flowing with his rhythm, as if he was performing a beautiful ancient dance between heaven and earth.

Zhao Yunhai looked up and saw this scene. His heart sank suddenly. A chill spread from the bottom of his heart, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar in an instant, and waves of chills spread all over his body.

He suppressed his panic, snorted coldly, feigned composure, and retorted with a hint of stubbornness in his tone: "Hmph, don't get carried away here. These are just some fancy magic tricks."

However, despite his tough words, his eyes unconsciously revealed a hint of panic. Deep down in his heart, he had already gained a new, more shocking and profound understanding of He Yuzhu's unfathomable strength. He knew that in today's confrontation, he was probably in an extremely difficult situation.

Zhao Yunhai's heart was like a surging storm, struggling briefly but fiercely.

Using vital energy to fight against the enemy can certainly achieve a surprise victory, but if there is even a slight mistake, you will be doomed.

He weighed the pros and cons in his mind, recalling the countless life-and-death battles in the past. Which of them hadn't been saved by relying on his solid martial arts skills?

Martial arts are the foundation of one's livelihood and the most adept and reliable support.

Thinking of this, his eyes instantly became firm, and he resolutely chose to return to this most familiar road.

The combat experience accumulated over the years is like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating every dark corner of the battlefield for him; his keen intuition is like an agile hunter, able to accurately capture every breath of the opponent.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Yunhai had already determined that He Yuzhu was also in the late stage of the transformation realm.

This discovery was like a thunderclap that exploded in his heart.

He Yuzhu is so young, and his face still has a bit of childishness. In his inherent cognition, at this age, he should still be taking his first steps on the long journey of martial arts. How could he reach the same level as himself so easily?

However, the unyielding spirit in Zhao Yunhai's bones was like a fire ignited by a strong wind, and it suddenly burned fiercely.

There was no trace of cowardice in his eyes due to the strength of his opponent. Instead, his eyes were shining with a fiery fighting spirit.

He thought to himself that his martial arts skills were not acquired overnight. They were forged through countless life-and-death trials and tribulations, and through the interweaving of blood and sweat.

Every time he swings his sword, he pours his dedication into martial arts; every time he is injured, it turns into nutrients for growth.

Such profound accumulation and rich experience will definitely be the key to defeating the young opponent in front of us.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yunhai's blood surged in his chest, and he could no longer suppress the surging fighting spirit in his heart, and roared violently.

This roar was like thunder exploding in the clear sky. The sound waves rolled, shaking the surrounding air like materialized waves, trembling layer by layer and spreading outward.

With this roar, Zhao Yunhai's figure suddenly rose by more than three feet again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

All the muscles in his body seemed to be instantly ignited by a mysterious and powerful force, and expanded rapidly in an almost exaggerated manner. Every muscle bulged high, like a small mountain peak containing endless energy, with clear lines and full of terrifying power, as if a slight movement could split mountains and rocks.

I saw him cross his fingers and clench them into fists as big as casserole dishes. His knuckles turned a cold white due to excessive force, as if all the strength in his body was compressed and gathered in these fists, ready to be released like a volcanic eruption at any time.

In an instant, his feet suddenly slipped, and his whole figure was like a ghost floating in the dark night, moving at an extremely fast speed, leaving behind a series of faint afterimages.

In the blink of an eye, it was like a black lightning, and instantly came to the side of He Yuzhu. Its speed was so fast that people didn't even have time to blink.

Then, without any hesitation, Zhao Yunhai exerted force from his waist, causing his entire upper body to rotate rapidly, and then threw a punch with all the strength of his body.

This punch was like a flash of lightning that cut through the dark night sky, or like a cannon that had been charging for a long time and suddenly roared. With unparalleled power and the sound of whistling wind, it was like a small storm, smashing towards He Yuzhu fiercely.

This punch was not only as fast as a meteor chasing the moon, but its overwhelming power was even more astonishing.

As the fist passed by, it directly tore the surrounding air apart, making a sharp and piercing whistling sound like metal friction, as if it was going to tear a big hole in the surrounding space.

The power displayed by this punch vividly demonstrated the true strength of a peak-level Hua Jin expert, which was so terrifying.