Chapter 39: Stone Tower Fist Mark

  "Hahahaha..."

  Sun Xiao burst out laughing, one hand tightly grasping the wine bottle and the other pointing at Sun Yan's nose. "You little brat doesn't even draft lies, Emperor Wind Academy? Not awake yet? As your old man's offspring, I know clearly how long and thick that thing of yours is, and how many hairs it has! With just a few pounds, you can't even reach the threshold of Thunderwind Advanced Academy! And you're talking about Emperor Wind Academy? You should take a piss and look at yourself!"

  In the end, Sun Xiao waved his hand and said, "Forget it, since you're so filial, no matter what you've done again, I won't hold it against you today."

  Lai Feng Academy is a top 1000 university in the Nanfeng region, and for people like Sun Jiao who live at the bottom of society, it's always the most talked-about school. If their children can get into this college, it's already a blessing, especially for Lin Shu, whose greatest wish is that his daughter will be admitted to Lai Feng Academy in next year's graduation exam.

  A group of drunkards sat on the ground, slapping their thighs and laughing non-stop. The tall and thin young man, Feng Ge, even choked on a mouthful of wine in his throat, almost losing his breath.

  "Xiao Yan, you're usually so clever, how come today you're also playing this silly joke with us. Sigh, it seems like the exam really got to you, too much pressure." Feng Ge said shaking his head.

  Uncle Lin patted Sun Yan's shoulder and comforted him, "Ah Yan! I know the pressure of the graduation exam is huge, but no matter how it went, the exams are over now. Don't think about these things anymore, put the pressure aside, take advantage of the holiday to have a good time, and talk about future things later. In this life, everyone has their own way of living, there are many roads to walk."

  "That's right, I love hearing Lin Ge say that." Feng Ge clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Xiao Yan, look at me, Feng Ge. I didn't get into college back then either. But now we're living a pretty good life, aren't we?"

  "Bullshit! You're still saying you're living a comfortable life?"

  "If you live like this for the rest of your life, it's all over. You might not even be able to find a wife."

  Others despised Feng Ge and started discussing what kind of suitable job Sun Yan would find in the future.

  Sun Yan stood by, unable to intervene, and could only listen foolishly. In fact, when a group of drunkards are drinking, trying to have a normal and rational conversation with them is an extremely foolish thing to do.

  Seeing a group of people drinking and the atmosphere getting more and more lively, Sun Yan shook his head helplessly and decided to wait until tomorrow when Old Man would sober up before carefully telling him this news.

  "Old dad, I'm going to play over at the stone tower for a bit. Call me when it's time to leave." Sun Yan said, and then reached out to grab the bottle of wine, handing it to others, "Uncle Lin, old dad isn't in good health. You all supervise him a bit, don't let him drink too much again."

  "Alright, alright!"

  "No problem!"

  "Ayue is really filial!"

  A group of people heard this and immediately applauded, raising their hands in agreement. Of course, this high-end wine is hard to come by in life, and under the circumstances where there are many monks but little porridge, everyone was already drunk. Now that one person has dropped out of the competition, it's even better.

  "Sun Yan, you unfilial son!" Sun Jiao angrily bellowed.

  Sun Yan shook his head and didn't bother to respond to his father. He turned around and walked towards the stone tower, climbed up the steps, and disappeared into the distance.

  ……

  Two moons hang in the night sky, and the Luo Shan Pagoda is under the moonlight. A strong wind comes from the edge of the sky, and fallen leaves are flying everywhere.

  Standing on the steps, Sun Yan looked up at this stone pagoda, still with the shock of his childhood when he first saw it. The pagoda was one hundred meters in diameter, like a heavenly pillar, piercing through heaven and earth. The entire tower body had no seams, as if carved from a single piece of stone, with traces all over the wall, ancient and weathered.

  The origin of the Luoshan Stone Pagoda has not been finalized so far, and whether this stone pagoda was made from a single piece of stone is also controversial, with many mysteries remaining.

  However, such stone towers are not unique to Los Angeles City. There are 11 other identical stone towers on Mount Tomil, each located in the 12 directions of the planet. The four major administrative regions of Mount Tomil, with three towers in each administrative district.

  The official conclusion is that these 12 stone towers are prehistoric relics, dating back thousands of years. The function of the stone towers may be more totemic symbols rather than having any other practical use.

  Stroking the wall of the stone pagoda, a cold sensation was transmitted to the palm of my hand. The marks on the wall were as they had always been, and no matter how many people touched the tower, there was not even half a sign of wear.

  A strange emotion sprouted in Sun's heart, seemingly a mix of sadness and joy, with a hint of melancholy.

  When I was 8 years old, I moved from the suburbs to the city. At that time, I was the bottom of my class and suffered from the cold eyes and disdain of my classmates. When I felt depressed, touching the wall of the stone pagoda could make me feel better with its cool feeling.

  The encounters of the past half month have brought about earth-shattering changes to Sun Yan himself. Today, in the martial arts test, he shocked everyone with an uncontested score and stepped into the gates of Emperor Wind Academy.

  "Luoshan Tower, Luoshan Tower. I'll be leaving soon and won't be able to come back for a long time. Please bless me, bless me to find my mom." Sun Yan stroked the tower wall, speaking softly, telling his youthful thoughts.

  Everything that has happened in the past half month flashed through my mind, like ripples on a lake, gradually calming down. Sun Yan's heart was empty, his mind clear and calm. His body slowly relaxed, the inner energy in his dantian flowing smoothly, the fine and thick yuan force spreading throughout his body, pouring into his four limbs and hundred bones, tempering his skin, flesh, tendons and bones.

  A faint, soft glow flashed on Sun Yan's body surface, constantly flowing and circulating. From a distance, it seemed like strands of fine mist, as thin as hair, were being inhaled and exhaled, enveloping Sun Yan's entire body.

  The skin excretes and inhales, expelling the old and taking in the new.

  After a second-level warrior's skin is opened, as the inner yuan gradually deepens, all the pores on his body are opened one by one, and he can breathe in and out like a nostril, expelling the old and taking in the new.

  This is a sign that the second-level warrior is approaching its peak, and when all the pores on the body are fully opened, it will truly reach the great perfection of the second-level warrior.

  At this time, Sun Yan's state was only a line away from the perfect second-level warrior. If Chen Wang saw it, he would be shocked and stunned. Such martial arts progress is truly unbelievable.

  The moon shone at an angle, and in front of the stone pagoda under the moonlight, Sun Yan's shadow stretched out bit by bit. The moonlight bathed him, as if he was wearing a layer of pale silver clothes, revealing an otherworldly elegance.

  Suddenly, Sun Yan felt a surge of heat in his palm, and a powerful suction force came rolling from the wall. The cold wall suddenly became scorching hot, burning his palm with waves of heat.

  "What's going on?"

  Sun was shocked in his heart and immediately wanted to let go and retreat, but found that his right hand seemed to be stuck on the wall of the pagoda, not moving at all, no matter how hard he pulled.

  "What the hell is going on here?"

  With his left hand grasping, he tightly gripped his right wrist. Sun Yan exerted all his strength with both arms, wanting to shake off that suction force. Immediately, he was terrified to discover that his left hand had also stuck to his right wrist.

  The suction force emanating from the stone tower wall spread throughout his body in an instant, causing the yuan force within him to lose control and rotate wildly along with it. In the blink of an eye, the rotation of the yuan force within him reached its limit, and a feeling of swelling pain came from all four limbs.

  "Grandma's bear, can't turn anymore! If the yuan force continues to turn like this, I, brother, can't hold on, and will explode to death."

  Sun's heart was icy, the internal yuan of a second-level warrior could only rotate at a maximum speed of 10 revolutions per second. If he forcibly rotated his yuan energy and exceeded his body's load, it would cause serious damage to himself. If his own yuan energy continued to rotate wildly at this speed, there was only one outcome - explosion and death.

  At the thought of his own body being blown into pieces of flesh and blood, scattered all over the ground, Sun Yan felt a chill run down his limbs, and he was on the verge of tears.

  It's really true that when something seems too good to be true, it often ends in tragedy? I'm still a young and vibrant guy, haven't even properly enjoyed life yet. At least, I want to wait until I've lost my virginity before kicking the bucket, so I can die with a smile on my face!

  The suction force coming from the stone wall was getting stronger and stronger, the circulation of yuan force in his body was also getting faster and faster, but Sun Yan's heart was getting colder and colder, wave after wave of tearing pain invaded his brain.

  "It's all over!" Just as this desperate thought arose, Sun Yan's mind cleared and he involuntarily fell into a state of emptiness. The powerful suction force went crazy again, then suddenly stopped and converged on his head.

  Buzz!

  A spark of inspiration flashes in my mind, like a dawn breaking through the darkness, dispelling clouds and fog, descending into the mortal world.

  A mark solidified in the mind, a fist print! Not big nor small, not biased nor tilted, a plain and dull fist print.

  It was such a fist print. Sun Yans thoughts condensed, wanting to take a closer look, and suddenly felt an overwhelming momentum coming face to face.

  This fist seems to contain infinite truth. Between heaven and earth, outside the nine heavens, the endless starry sky, the ancient overlapping... all are contained within it.

  But this fist seal contains too vast a realm, and even just touching the surface layer gives one a startling sense of their mind being absorbed.

  "What is this?" Sun Yan was shocked and amazed, yet his mind was clear and calm. This contradictory state of mind made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

  Suddenly, Sun spoke as if he had a feeling, turned his head to look at the night sky, and his eyes were fixed in an instant, with his mouth wide open.

  In the night sky, the two wheels of the Domir star flashed brightly, and the moon fell into the silver flowers. Two strands of light seemed to pour directly in, pouring into the boy's mouth. A refreshing force flowed down his throat, like drinking a bottle of ice water on a summer day, cool and refreshing.

  In the mind, this fist print seems to convey its most superficial information, and then, like a flash of lightning, a thunderous voice resounds in the head.

  "Unity of Chaos, directly seeing one's true nature!"

  The next moment, his thoughts were like glass, shattering instantly, and scene after scene flashed before his eyes, 13 years old, 9 years old, 8 years old......, childhood memories seemed to be fleeting, one by one crossing Sun Yan's heart lake, clear as yesterday.

  At 13 years old, the young man got up at 4 am every day, wearing weighted clothing equivalent to his body weight, and ran around half of Luoshan City in the morning, unaffected by wind or rain...

  At 9 years old, facing a pack of stray dogs, the young boy fought like a mad dog to save his sworn brother Mu Tong who was seriously injured.

  An 8-year-old child who has just arrived in the city of Luoshan, with a smudge of soot on his face, sits on top of a pile of goods, watching as his father transports the goods...

  At 6 years old, the child sat in the ancestral house at night, folding up the newspaper about his mother's plane crash and carefully putting it into a wooden box...

  3 years old... The scene changed suddenly, in the vast space, a gray-brown spaceship opened its hatch, and the unbalanced gravity generated a strong suction force, pulling people inside the ship towards space. Among the crowd, there was a three-foot-tall child, covered in blood, standing firmly, with an adult male tucked under his armpit, his eyes like iron, staring forward...

  Bang!

  Another deafening sound exploded in Sun Yan's mind, and all the scenes blurred and disappeared.

  At this time, the cool power and the scorching suction of the stone wall merged together, and in an instant, they transformed into a gentle force that converged with Sun Yan's inner yuan, like a stream flowing smoothly back to the Dan Tian. The fist print in his mind also slowly dissipated.

  The next moment, Sun Yan felt his right hand relax and lift off the stone tower wall. Looking around, the sky was bathed in moonlight, casting a silver glow over everything, and a sense of melancholy welled up from the bottom of Sun Yan's heart.

  Knocking his head, Sun Yan furrowed his brow and muttered to himself: "Strange, what just happened? I seem to have remembered something from before I was 6 years old." He shook his head, but couldn't recall anything. "Forget it, probably nothing good anyway."

  Right after that, the skin all over his body suddenly trembled with a crisp sound, and all the pores on his body opened one by one, spewing out countless thin white mists as fine as hair, enveloping him entirely.

  "This is the ultimate realm of a second-class martial artist!"

  Sun Yan clenched his fists, feeling all the pores on his body open, with each breath, he expelled the old and took in the new, filling his body with an even more powerful energy. His footsteps were incredibly light, his ears sharp and eyes bright, his six senses had clearly improved.

  With ears perked up, the sound of fallen leaves 100 meters away is clear and distinct, every detail can be heard! This is the internal yuan's great perfection of a second-level martial artist.

  Dazed for a long time, Sun Yan was both shocked and delighted. He never thought that in just a short while, he would cross the line of demarcation and enter the realm of a second-level warrior's great perfection.

  Looking up, the top of the Luo Shan Tower pierced into the night sky, and it was impossible to see where the end was. The ancient and solemn atmosphere made Sun Yan involuntarily produce a sense of reverence. He didn't know what secrets this ancient stone tower held, but at least it wasn't something that he could touch now.

  Standing in front of the stone tower, Sun Yan hesitated for a moment and finally didn't dare to touch the wall again. "Stop while you're ahead, stop while you're ahead."

  Having composed her emotions, Sun Yan turned around and left, going down the steps and walking towards Old Master's place.

  At this time, a quarrelsome voice came from the front, Sun Yan listened with his ear and furrowed his brow.