Cultivation

  In this way, two days passed, and on the third day, deep in the night, Du Fei suddenly jumped up again. This time, however, he didn't start cultivating immediately, but instead pondered for a moment.

  These two days of cultivation have not been unsmooth, and the situation where one string resonates with half the sky has also appeared several times. However, for some reason, when it came to the final step, I was unable to succeed and could not successfully advance to the fourth stage of Body Tempering, only able to say that the impact failed.

  Although Du Fei was also clear that he wanted to advance to the fourth stage of Body Tempering in just three days, it seemed a bit too ambitious and unrealistic. However, he was also aware that if he couldn't advance smoothly, his plans would absolutely not be able to proceed smoothly.

  He took a slight breath, and Du Fei had already carefully pondered the intricacies of his fist technique in his mind several times, especially the subtle aspects of this boxing method. He was meticulously recalling every detail, but he couldn't figure out where he went wrong, causing him to miss that crucial final kick...

  Although Du Fei also referred to other forms of body training he had learned before, the essence of this cotton fist was completely different from others, so other forms of body training were basically of no reference value, and even that unreliable system did not help him find the answer.

  "What's wrong? What's wrong?" Du Fei muttered to himself, his right hand clenched into a fist and slammed heavily onto the desktop.

  "Bang—"

  A faint sound, and everything on the desktop jumped up, but almost at the same time, Du Fei's whole body shook!

  "Could it be..."

  "System! Cotton Fist!"

  With a certain thought, Du Feifei quickly gave the order. When a light shadow appeared in his mind, he didn't ponder anything this time, but instead focused on watching intently.

  Step by step, palm swing, fist collection, elbow out, leg sweep...... Every single move was flawless, even the crucial parts were almost identical. However, this time Du Fei had a few thoughts in his mind, and his attention was focused on that particular spot of light and shadow.

  "Bang——"

  Another punch was thrown out, and then slowly retracted. Almost at the same time, Du Fei's eyes lit up in front of him!

  "Really?!?"

  When Du Fei was practicing before, he only pondered the special feature of this set of cotton fist, that is, slow, slow and soft. This kind of practice method from inside to outside really has a strange effect, even making Du Fei's completely blocked meridians smooth out a bit.

  But after getting stuck at the fourth threshold of the tempered body, he had considered countless reasons until just now, and only then did he have a few ideas.

  That is to say: whether it's the skin or the meridians, when practicing physical exercises, using the Mianquan method of internal and external cultivation should have some kind of remarkable effect. However, at this critical point of refining the bones, relying solely on soft power seems no longer sufficient.

  Is it possible that although this cotton fist is special, it still belongs to the category of body tempering fist, so if one only cultivates the cotton force in a simple way, would it be insufficient?

  That is, when cultivating oneself, one should properly use gentleness and firmness, achieving a balance between the two.

  Just now, after re-watching the light and shadow, Du Fei was even more convinced of this point. Indeed, even if that light and shadow would at some time transform gentleness into firmness, this point was precisely the essence of the cotton fist that he had not grasped!

  If you grasp this point, the fourth heavy forging of the impact body should be no problem at all.

  Having understood this point, Du Fei didn't waste any more words and after taking a deep breath, his figure slowly unfolded along with the movement of the light and shadow...

  "Bang—"

  As soon as a fist was thrown out, the soft power in Du Fei's hand instantly turned into a hard one, and then a cracking sound of bones was heard - originally, this punch was thrown out without any sound!

  "I knew it!"

  Du Fei's heart skipped a beat, his body slightly paused, and then continued to move quickly, the cotton fist in his hand swung out again and again...

  "Bang Bang Bang Bang——"

  Also don't know how many times later, Du Fei's last punch was withdrawn, and the sound of bones bursting all over his body continued to ring out. At a certain moment, the sound suddenly stopped at the same time, and then rang out again. At the same time, his bones all over his body were like a million ants biting, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

  This sudden change made Du Fei slightly startled, but immediately afterwards, his heart was filled with wild joy!

  Tempering the bones! This is an important stage of Jinjie's fourth heavy body, that is to say, this time he has already kicked off the most difficult level of the fourth heavy body, and reached the last step!

  "It's finally come to this!"

  Suppressing the wild joy in his heart, Du Fei tried his best to maintain his mental balance, and the feeling of being bitten by countless ants, he also endured bitterly, not letting out even a slight sound.

  As time passed, the feeling of being bitten by countless ants did not weaken, but instead grew stronger. Du Fei's body began to emit waves of white smoke, and droplets of dark black blood beads emerged from his skin, only to evaporate instantly and disappear in an instant.

  As time passed, the blood beads that oozed out of his skin gradually turned red, and after an unknown amount of time, there was no longer any blackness mixed in with the red. Almost simultaneously, Du Fei suddenly let out a loud gasp, and his entire body shook violently, and finally, this shaking transformed into a fist.

  "Bang——"

  A fist landed on the ground, and the solid blue brick shook slightly before turning into fragments. Amidst the fragments, a faint palm print could be seen.

  Although Du Fei's punch was about the same as any fourth-level cultivator, the shallow palm print indicated that his force contained not only brute force but also a kind of inner energy similar to true breath, which was also the soft power of cotton fist!

  "It's indeed the fourth weight of tempered body!"

  Suppressing the wild joy in his heart, Du Fei's body moved and his cotton fist was launched again. This time, his movements were as smooth as clouds and flowing water, reaching an extreme level of fluency. His boxing technique was no longer soft and fluffy, but had a strong and fierce power within its gentleness. Such momentum was already beyond comparison to before!

  Fist falls, palm closes, Du Fei smiles faintly, a strong sense of self-confidence surges up, he deeply believes that with his current skills, he should have gained some capital to make the Du family take notice!

  But more importantly! I have already set foot on the path of martial arts! Revenge is not hopeless! Whether it's Long Ao Tian or the mysterious man in black, one day I will find them and take revenge!

  A venomous look flashed across Du Fei's eyes, but was immediately suppressed by him.

  He let out a slight sigh, and Du Fei's complexion had already returned to normal. He checked his body again and found that the injuries inside and outside his body had all recovered. After advancing to the fourth stage of Jinjie Cultivation, Du Fei's physique seemed to have undergone some subtle changes, making him look even more majestic and imposing.

  Of course, for this change, I basically didn't notice it. After shaking my body, Du Fei slowly walked to the back house to clean up and put on a new set of clothes.

  When he returned to the room, the door had already been slowly pushed open, and soon Xiao Ai walked in with a gentle pace.

  Xiao Ai's gaze fell on Du Fei, and she was slightly stunned at first, then shook her head in a rather strange manner, as if she had discovered something.

  "What's wrong?" Du Fei asked softly with a smile.

  "There's nothing, just the young master has been resting for several days. Today, I saw him and felt that something was off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was." Little Ai thought for a moment before hesitantly saying.

  "It should be that the injury has healed, and you're in better spirits now." Du Fei smiled lightly, then his gaze paused slightly on Xiao Ai's face, "I've been resting for the past few days, have... nothing happened to you?"

  Upon hearing this, Xiao Ai was slightly stunned and her face clearly darkened. After a moment, she shook her head softly and said in a low voice: "It's nothing, Young Master, you don't have to worry too much..."

  Upon hearing this, Du Fei's face sank, with a hint of anger, and he said: "Is it Du Qing?"

  "It's not, but..." Xiaoyi smiled wryly and said, "Young master, you don't have to worry too much either. After all, we are now under someone else's roof... this kind of thing... however... you also know that I, Xiaoyi, have some martial arts skills, so I can take care of myself. Therefore, you don't have to worry too much..."

  A flash of anger passed through Du Fei's eyes, but he didn't say much, just smiled and said softly: "It's okay now, Little Ai. If there are similar things in the future, neither of us will need to endure it again!"

  Upon hearing this, Xiao Ai slightly froze, her gaze slowly swept around the room and fell onto the fist print on the ground. A hint of astonishment flashed across her bright eyes.