Shi Hao was stunned, why hadn't he encountered the realm barrier?
In Hua Yuan Nation, martial artists are divided into three levels; the lowest being the martial disciple, followed by the martial master, with the highest being the Martial Sect. Legend has it that above the Martial Sect, there is an even higher realm, known as Martial Venerable.
Martial artists, through arduous and exceptional body cultivation, continuously enhance their strength. However, the strength of the human body has its limits. Once these limits are reached, the strength of martial artists can no longer be improved.
Therefore, the cultivation of a martial artist is a process of breaking through limits, step by step.
The first limit is the strength of a thousand catties. Once broken, the upper limit of a martial artist's strength rises to three thousand catties.
A little over a year ago, Shi Hao broke through the first strength limit, successfully entering the strength of a thousand catties, and thereby became a primary-level martial disciple. Next was the limit of three thousand catties. Once that was broken, he could be called a mid-level martial disciple.
Yet, he now clearly possessed the strength of four thousand catties but had still not encountered the limit?
"Is this due to the Nine Revolutions Sky-Plundering Scripture?" Shi Hao's heart pounded, as a precious technique that had led to Yuan Chengmie's downfall was no ordinary matter!
Not only did this accelerate the enhancement of Shi Hao's strength tremendously but even exceeded the conventional limits of strength.
"Regarding this cultivation technique, I absolutely must not let anyone know," Shi Hao thought to himself, otherwise, it would bring him enormous troubles.
Unless he becomes powerful enough.
The strength's rapid enhancement was certainly good, but it came with a side effect — Shi Hao was hungry again.
He put down the wild wolf on his back and started roasting it again.
Honestly, it was hard to eat, lacking even a grain of salt, but he was too hungry to care about the taste.
After practicing the Nine Revolutions Sky-Plundering Scripture twice, Shi Hao had concluded that once his Soul Force was depleted, it could fully recover in one day.
This meant that he could practice the Nine Revolutions Sky-Plundering Scripture every day.
Gaining two thousand catties of strength a day meant that in just three more days, he would possess the strength of ten thousand catties.
A primary-level martial master starts with the strength of ten thousand catties!
In Mengyang City, the martial master represents the highest combat power, and it is said that the strongest City Lord is only a mid-level martial master.
From start to finish, it would take only five days for Shi Hao to match a primary-level martial master, and in seven or eight days, he could challenge a mid-level martial master — a claim no one would believe if told.
Shi Hao revealed a smile, thus, as long as he healed the injuries in his channels, he would have no fear of any being in Mengyang City.
"Foster father, I will definitely avenge you," Shi Hao clenched his fist, remembering more keenly the warmth brought by his foster father after experiencing the coldness of human relationships, a pity that his foster father had been murdered three years ago.
Shi Hao knew who the murderer was but his strength was far from sufficient for him to seek revenge, so he had no choice but to endure.
It wouldn't take much longer.
On the third day, Shi Hao was not gathering herbs, but hunting instead.
Four thousand catties of strength, oh, how terrifying, a spear launched from afar would bring down any tiger or wolf in one strike — that is if it hit.
Even a miss didn't matter, at his current level of strength, although tigers could not exactly be considered cats, they weren't much stronger either.
The key was that his strength was still increasing insanely.
That afternoon, he continued to practice the Nine Revolutions Sky-Plundering Scripture.
Seizing the Power of Heaven and Earth for oneself.
Shi Hao's strength increased to six thousand catties, yet he still had not touched the ceiling of the second limit.
My God, you should know that the starting point for a senior martial disciple is a strength of 6,000 jin!
On the fourth day, Shi Hao's strength reached 8,000 jin, and on the fifth day, it reached 10,000 jin.
At this time, Shi Hao finally felt that he had reached his limit.
There was an inexplicable restraint within him, trying to suppress his power at this level, making it impossible to surpass.
Shi Hao decided to return.
He had experience in breaking through, which required continuous high-intensity training to extract his own potential to break the limit.
However, his meridians were damaged, and he could not undergo such training, so he had to go back, prepare the Dragon Tiger Balm, and once his injuries were healed, he could break the limit.
His starting point as a mid-level martial disciple was actually the same as a primary-level martial master for others, surpassing two entire realms!
Who would believe it?
Shi Hao walked out of the mountain, but Dayun Mountain was too big, and these past few days he had wandered too far, so a day's work was not enough to get him back to the academy.
No matter, one more day won't make a difference.
But he couldn't waste his Soul Force either, so Shi Hao continued to cultivate the Nine Revolutions Sky-Plundering Scripture.
Power of Heaven and Earth surged toward him, transforming into his power, but his body encountered the limit again, unable to progress further, creating a conflict, and as more energy poured in, the conflict became more terrifying.
Shi Hao felt like his body was brimming with air, ready to explode at any moment.
Just as he was about to stop, suddenly, he violently spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, but his body felt relieved, the surging energy being continuously absorbed by his body and transformed into his power.
The limit ... was broken!
Shi Hao was astonished, had he really broken the second limit so effortlessly?
According to the academy, each limit was harder to break than the last, so in Hua Yuan Nation, martial disciples accounted for one-tenth of the population, but martial masters only one in ten thousand, and those in the Martial Sect even less, not even reaching one in ten million.
Yet, Shi Hao's second limit-breaking seemed easier than his first.
Nine Revolutions Sky-Plundering Scripture!
Shi Hao took a deep breath, gaining a new appreciation for the importance of this Cultivation Technique.
He didn't stop, instead he continued to operate the Nine Revolutions Sky-Plundering Scripture, allowing his power to keep increasing.
12,000 jin of strength.
Shi Hao believed that once he healed his meridian injuries and combined them with the numerous martial techniques in his mind, he could even compete with a mid-level martial master.
And in just a few days, he would be able to dominate mid-level and even senior martial masters.
After walking for most of the day, Shi Hao finally returned to the academy, just as the moon was high in the sky.
Shi Hao went to the medical room, where the equipment needed for mixing medicines was available.
With his current strength, it was very easy to pry open the door lock.
In the medical room, all sorts of medicinal ingredients were locked in cabinets, but Shi Hao did not bother with that effort; he simply borrowed the equipment there.
He began mixing the medicines, his movements fluid like flowing water, showing extraordinary proficiency as if he had been immersed in this field for countless years.
"Done."When the sun rose, Shi Hao revealed a smile.
He had prepared five bottles of Hemostatic Powder.
How effective was it?
In the memories of Yuan Chengmie, the hemostatic effect was astonishingly good, but Shi Hao was still a novice, unsure if there might be some minor errors, so he needed to conduct an experiment.