The Unbreakable Technique

Within this ethereal space, a white figure materialized before Xia Ping's eyes. The figure sat cross-legged, its body adorned with a shimmering golden meridian, which vividly displayed the inner workings of the enigmatic martial arts technique.

"No, this 'Pure Yang Unbreakable' cannot be an ordinary martial arts practice. How is this even possible?!" Xia Ping's eyes betrayed his astonishment, unable to conceal the shock he felt.

Even in Yanhuangxing, a realm renowned for its cultivation and martial arts, top-tier techniques were exceedingly rare. They were reserved exclusively for esteemed martial arts families or the archives of elite universities. Ordinary individuals could only access basic cultivation methods from the federal sect, struggling to harness the meager remnants of the surrounding spiritual energy.

The stark contrast stemmed from the abysmally low efficiency of basic cultivation methods in absorbing the essence of heaven and earth compared to their top-tier counterparts. If the efficiency of the basic method was ranked at one, the top-tier techniques could easily reach a hundred or even a thousand times that, representing a monumental disparity.

People with equal talent, when practicing different martial arts techniques, were oblivious to the vast chasm separating them. Only with time and experience did they come to realize the true value of these coveted top-tier techniques.

"Can this truly be a top-tier martial arts practice?" Xia Ping found himself succumbing to skepticism. The pure yang cultivation method he now possessed claimed to operate by invading the cosmic energy, devouring the essence of the sun, and fusing it with the practitioner's body, igniting an eternal flame within.

Upon contemplation, the implications were terrifying. The essence of the sun was an immensely powerful and potentially destructive force. If an ordinary martial arts practitioner were to absorb even a minute portion of it, they would be reduced to a mere fireball, reduced to ash, with not a trace left behind, not even for the gods to mourn.

Even the most formidable martial arts masters would hesitate to tamper with the essence of the sun, recognizing its potential dangers. Yet, here Xia Ping's newly acquired technique boldly began by devouring the essence of the sun, disregarding any reservations.

If this practice proved to be genuine, it would undoubtedly be deserving of its status as a top-tier technique.

Despite his initial doubts, Xia Ping's resolve quickly solidified. "This is an opportunity. Whether it's true or not, I'll only know once I try. Besides, if any danger arises, I can immediately terminate the cultivation."

With this determination in mind, he assumed a seated position, commencing his cultivation in accordance with the information provided by the system regarding the martial arts technique.

Boom!

As the system's knowledge flooded his being, Xia Ping felt as though he had practiced this technique countless times before, becoming intimately acquainted with its intricacies. With a single thought, he seamlessly integrated himself with the natural world, achieving a state of profound serenity.

During his cultivation, his body transformed into a vortex akin to a black hole, attracting and absorbing the sun's essence that descended from above. Each droplet of fiery energy seeped into his pores and coursed through his entire being.

If an outsider were to witness Xia Ping's cultivation, they would surely be struck with terror. Within a ten-meter radius centered around him, the surroundings turned into a void, resembling a black hole. Any sunlight within this vicinity was relentlessly drawn into his body.

Even the breeze ceased to stir, as if time itself had come to a standstill within this ethereal space.

Two hours had passed in this state of cultivation.

Boom!

Xia Ping's body jolted, his mouth agape, as a formidable vortex of swirling airflow erupted from within him. It surged forward like a sharp arrow, tearing through the air and violently colliding with the marble wall that stood before him on the rooftop.

With a resounding bang, the seemingly impenetrable marble wall was pierced, leaving behind a fist-sized hole. Sunlight spilled through the opening, and if this were to occur on the Earth's surface, it would be more than capable of piercing through an ordinary person's body. It was an awe-inspiring display of sheer power.

As Xia Ping opened his eyes, they emitted a radiant golden glow. It was as if two flames were twirling within his pupils, their brilliance remaining imprinted even after the light had faded.

"The Four Heavens of Wu Ting... Just the initial stage of this practice has allowed me to break through a meridian and ascend to the Four Heavens of Wu Ting. This top-tier technique truly lives up to its reputation—it is incredibly potent," Xia Ping exclaimed, overwhelmed by his emotions.

He had spent 18 arduous years striving to advance his martial arts prowess, only managing to reach the level of Three Heavens of Wu Ting. Yet, with the cultivation of this pure yang technique, he had ascended to the Four Heavens in a mere two hours.

Such an accomplishment would be considered exceptional even within his class, placing him in the upper echelons of proficiency. It was a testament to the immense power that lay within the Pure Yang Unbreakable technique.

"It seems that the benefits extend beyond mere martial arts advancement," Xia Ping surmised. Standing tall, he steadied himself and began to twist his body, channeling force from his legs, waist, arms, and finally converging it into his fists.

With a resounding impact, his fist collided with the marble wall once more. It effortlessly tore through the surface, leaving behind a cavity that reached a depth of seven to eight centimeters, causing fragments of stone to cascade down like falling gravel.

"Remarkable physical strength," Xia Ping remarked, his fists still clenched tightly.

It was remarkable to note that Xia Ping had not utilized any internal energy within his body. Solely relying on his physical strength, he effortlessly penetrated the wall with his fist, leaving no damage on his own hand. And this was just his initial cultivation. If he were to deepen his practice in the future, his potential for strength would be terrifying. Such a level of power would be considered extraordinary even on Earth.

Of course, compared to martial arts masters capable of shattering the earth and traversing the void, Xia Ping still had no idea how far he could eventually progress.

Sighing softly, Xia Ping's stomach growled audibly. He had been practicing for two hours and hadn't eaten anything since the morning, leaving him genuinely hungry.

"Time to head to the dining hall," Xia Ping thought as he made his way back down from the rooftop. It was now lunchtime, and the Tianshui City Jiuwu Middle School followed a schedule from 7:00 am to 4:00 pm, with no option for students to return home in between classes. As a result, most students would eat in the school cafeteria, although some preferred to bring their own meals.

Arriving at the dining hall, Xia Ping exchanged five or six federal coins for a plate of two dishes and a serving of white rice. He found an empty seat and eagerly prepared to savor his meal.

"Xia Ping!"

Just then, a familiar voice called out. Xia Ping looked up and saw Yang Wei, who was wearing an expression of anger and annoyance. He seemed to be accompanied by five or six high school students, exuding an intimidating aura that hinted at trouble.

"Oh, Yang Wei, what a coincidence to see you here in the dining hall," Xia Ping greeted Yang Wei, feigning innocence.

Yang Wei gritted his teeth in frustration. "This is no coincidence. I came here specifically to find you," he retorted sharply.

"Specifically looking for me? What for?" Xia Ping raised an eyebrow, pretending to be oblivious to Yang Wei's intentions.

"Don't play dumb with me. Don't think I'll forget what happened in class," Yang Wei snapped back, his anger evident. "You gave me that ridiculous nickname, making me stand out among the other students. It's incredibly uncomfortable, as if I've become some kind of rare creature. I can hear the whispers and laughter from my classmates, all mocking me."

His animosity towards Xia Ping grew stronger with each passing moment. He was determined to teach Xia Ping a lesson, as it seemed impossible for him to rid himself of this hatred without resorting to physical confrontation.

"What happened in the classroom today?" Xia Ping pretended to recall the incident. "Oh, you must be here to apologize to me. But really, there's no need to be so formal. I didn't take it seriously," he waved his hand dismissively, adopting a nonchalant expression.

"Apologize to you? Don't get ahead of yourself! I have no intention of apologizing," Yang Wei seethed with anger, his nostrils flaring. "You humiliated me and gave me that nickname. It's caused me immense embarrassment and made me the subject of ridicule among my classmates. I won't let you get away with it."

"Oh, so you're not here to apologize, then why are you here? Do you want to treat me to a meal?" Xia Ping squinted, feigning a sarcastic tone.

Yang Wei couldn't help but feel a surge of anger. He couldn't understand how this shameless person thought that he would want to invite him to a meal. Even if he had extra food, he wouldn't offer it to Xia Ping, not even to feed a dog.