The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 114 Five Luo Light Smoke
The three levels of transformation of strength, from the balance of hardness and softness, to the mastery of control and release, to the mastery of subtlety, are not some mysterious leap in realm.

Instead, it's the skill in controlling force that has improved.

It has reached the level of "exerting strength as easily as drawing silk".

However, the explosive force circulates within the body, and if one is not careful and loses control over it, it can backfire and damage the internal organs, which is extremely dangerous.

Therefore, even if a martial artist has an 80-90% chance of success, he will be extremely cautious and continue to practice the application of force until he can no longer advance before attempting subtle changes in force.

Despite Qing Lingzi's claim that he will be able to master the subtlety of internal energy in no time, there is still a possibility of failure.

Hong Yuan could not directly elevate Qing Lingzi to the level of the Subtle Realm, but he was able to forcefully suppress and even absorb the scattered backlash energy when Qing Lingzi failed, using the Six Void Force.

A single failure can set someone off from which they never recover, and even if they have a chance to start over, they will have to use many secret medicines and undergo years of recuperation.

Hong Yuan gave Qing Lingzi multiple opportunities to try and fail.

The reason he personally intervened to help Qing Lingzi with her microscopic skills was not only because the other party was indeed very dedicated to his work, but also because he had too few skilled subordinates.

Next, he was to visit the Vajra Temple.

With a master of subtlety guarding the place, at least they have some prestige.

"Thank you, Alliance Leader!" Qing Lingzi was overjoyed upon hearing this, bowed deeply, and looked respectful.

He had already experienced the wonders of the Six Void Force before, and he believed Hong Yuan's words without a doubt.

Hong Yuan waved his hand: "If there's anything you don't understand about internal strength, just ask!"

Knowing that Hong Yuan was giving him special instruction, Qing Lingzi didn't pretend to be reserved and immediately voiced all his doubts about cultivation.

Hong Yuan's power transformation was at the fourth level, unprecedented in history. He could see the subtle level as clearly as the lines on his palm, answering questions casually and even extending his palm.

Wisps of energy filled his palm, demonstrating various variations of force.

Qing Lingzi's eyes gleamed as he carefully observed the scene, lost in thought.

Hong Yuan didn't disturb him and ate his breakfast on his own. After the food was cleared away, Qing Lingzi finally came to his senses and was full of ambition. Right in front of Hong Yuan, he made his first attempt at microscopic manipulation.

However, Qing Lingzi dared not be as casual as Hong Yuan had been in the past.

Hong Yuan's body is strong in all aspects, and his internal organs are tough. He is not afraid of the impact of scattered energy. Even if his skills are not up to par, he can still exert subtle energy.

Qing Lingzi, on the other hand, regulated his breathing and calmed his mind, slowly controlling his qi and blood with his breathing techniques, gradually mastering the changes in his strength, until...

puff!
Qing Lingzi groaned, his face turning slightly pale, and the energy that had been gathered in his body scattered like a defeated army in an instant.

Just as the attack was about to backfire and damage Qing Lingzi's internal organs and body, Hong Yuan pressed his palm down, and an invisible net unfolded, silently enveloping Qing Lingzi's entire body.

The next moment, the backlash forces within Qing Lingzi's body became as docile as mice before a cat, either ceasing to move or being channeled out by the net and dissipating into the air.

Qing Lingzi slowly exhaled, opened her eyes, and was still shaken.

He thought he had it in the bag, but when he actually tried it, he found that while the concept of "drawing energy like pulling silk" sounds simple, it was truly difficult to operate within the body.

Even the slightest wavering of resolve can lead to failure.

Qing Lingzi looked at Hong Yuan, stood up, and was about to kneel down to express her gratitude.

Hong Yuan waved his hand: "Go down first, carefully savor the feelings you just had, and continue tomorrow."

"Qing Lingzi takes his leave!"

After agreeing, Qing Lingzi quickly left.

A few days later.

On the martial arts field.

Chi Chi Chi!
A swift figure in green moved with lightning speed, darting left and right, its movements unpredictable. Power surged between its fingers and claws, and short, sharp whistling sounds occasionally tore through the air, unleashing attacks from angles that were impossible for ordinary people to anticipate.

It is the subtle-level secret technique of the Wuding Sword Sect, "Flowing Clouds Without Fixed Force"!
The person practicing martial arts in the arena was none other than Qing Lingzi. After several days of contemplation and two consecutive failures, Qing Lingzi finally mastered the technique of "drawing energy like pulling silk" on his third attempt.

He can be considered a master of subtlety!

Hong Yuan stood at the sidelines, with Tao Xiyue and Xu Qingjing standing on his left and right, respectively, watching Qing Lingzi's martial arts performance intently, occasionally clapping and cheering.

It is a major taboo in the martial arts world for outsiders to observe one's own secret techniques.

But Qing Lingzi certainly wouldn't mind that.

After all, when it comes to mastering the "unpredictable flow of clouds," Hong Yuanyuan is far superior to him.

Whoops!

Qing Lingzi darted forward, covering several meters in a single step, and in a series of flashes, suddenly rushed towards a blue stone at the edge of the martial arts arena. In an instant, his force was like a sharp blade, sending fragments of stone flying, leaving several deep claw marks on the large blue stone.

Qing Lingzi then stopped practicing and quickly walked to Hong Yuan, knelt down on both knees, and kowtowed with heartfelt gratitude: "Qing Lingzi pays respects to the Lord. If it were not for the Lord's kindness in guiding me, I would never have had the opportunity to achieve the Subtle Realm."

Qing Lingzi changed his address to Hong Yuan from "Alliance Leader" to "Lord".

This is true and sincere surrender.

"Get up, no need for formalities," Hong Yuan said with a smile.

"My lord, I wish to write to the sect, requesting that my senior brother Qing Songzi and several promising disciples come to serve you. I wonder what your opinion is..."

After standing up, Qing Lingzi pondered for a moment and then spoke.

“I would be most pleased if talented people from all over the world came to serve me.”

Hong Yuan was well aware of Qing Lingzi's intentions. He knew that Qing Lingzi had benefited from his own actions and was now trying to influence those who followed him.

"In that case, I will go and write a letter..."

"Go!"

After Qing Lingzi left, Tao Xiyue said with a smile, "Congratulations, young master, on gaining the loyalty of a master of the Subtle Realm."

Xu Qingjing's beautiful eyes also shone with admiration.

For the Tao family, a master of the Subtle Realm was enough to be on par with Tao Gongwang, while forces like Black Iron Town could only fawn over them.

The two had heard of Hong Yuan's many achievements, but none of them had witnessed them firsthand. In the end, they were not as moved as when a master of the Subtle Realm bowed and pledged allegiance.

Hong Yuan simply smiled and said, "I recently created a new martial art. Would you like to learn it?"

Tao Xiyue and Xu Qingjing's eyes lit up.

Tao Xiyue immediately hugged Hong Yuan's arm, tilted her head up, and revealed her adorable dimples: "Yes!"

"The martial arts you teach, young master, must be the best. I, Qingjing, will definitely master them," Xu Qingjing said. Tao Xiyue already had a teacher and was quite fond of martial arts, and Xu Qingjing had also practiced them.

The two knew that Hong Yuan was fond of martial arts, and they also understood the principle that those who rely on their looks to please others will lose their favor when their looks fade. They did not want to be just decorative figures, so they would ask Hong Yuan for martial arts advice during this period.

Now that we have grasped the essence of Qi and blood, entering the realm of power is just around the corner.

Upon hearing that Hong Yuan wished to teach him martial arts, he naturally did not refuse.

"This martial art is a variation and extension of soft force; if you continue to practice it, you can reach the subtle level..."

Hong Yuan's self-created "Vajra Palm" is a powerful and ever-changing technique.

At that time, he competed with many masters and learned from various techniques, but his foundation was still too shallow. In the beginning, he only reached the level of "entering strength". Later, he gradually pushed "Vajra Strength" to the level of "entering subtlety".

Now, from his elevated position, he only spent a few days deriving the subtle method of soft strength, which was actually created specifically for women.

"I named it 'Five Luo Light Smoke Palm.' The power of this palm technique does not pursue fierceness, nor does it adhere to gentleness and prolongation. Its core lies in the word 'change.' It appears light and weak, but in fact, it silently infuses killing intent, confuses the enemy, and kills without leaving a trace..."

As he spoke, Hong Yuan demonstrated in the room at a leisurely pace, his every move gentle and graceful, as unpredictable as a wisp of smoke.

Tao Xiyue and Xu Qingjing stared intently, but their skills were still shallow, so they could only see the surface moves and knew nothing about the subtle changes in the internal soft force.

After Hong Yuan demonstrated it once, he looked at the two of them with blank expressions and said with a smile, "No need to rush, I'll teach you the internal energy technique first."

Hong Yuan spent some time teaching the two women the internal energy technique. Both Tao Xiyue and Xu Qingjing were extremely intelligent women. Although there were still many things they didn't understand, they had already memorized them for the time being.

Then, Hong Yuan instructed the two in practicing the 'Five Luo Light Smoke Palm'. After seeing that they were gradually becoming proficient, he smiled and said, "You two practice first, I have some things to take care of."

"Young master, please go and attend to your business."

Tao Xiyue and Xu Qingjing were practicing with great enthusiasm in the martial arts arena. The two used palm techniques as smooth as smoke and mist, their graceful figures and flowing clothes, with green and red colors intertwined, were truly as beautiful as fairies dancing.

However, Hong Yuan had no interest in appreciating it. After all, he was a gentleman who never indulged in women. His figure moved with the wind, and his robes fluttered as he crossed the city wall.

They headed towards Black Iron Town.

Thirty miles was less than a moment's time for Hong Yuan to pass through the city wall silently, drifting in like a gentle breeze.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the Ou family mansion. The Net began its search, and soon Hong Yuan landed in a quiet and elegant courtyard.

In a room in the courtyard, a faint, elegant floral fragrance wafted out, clearly indicating it was a woman's boudoir.

Hong Yuan sensed the energy within the net, smiled, placed his palm against the door, and gently exhaled a burst of energy. Instantly, the door opened silently.

Before the cold wind could even get in, the other person darted inside, and the door closed silently as well.

The room was filled with warmth, and the furnishings were exquisite, with a delicate fragrance permeating the air.

A graceful young woman in a white ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) sat facing the window, sketching something at her desk.

Looking at her profile alone, her skin was as white as snow, like a celestial dew or a bright pearl, and she exuded a refined and quiet scholarly air.

She was truly a lady from a distinguished family.

Hong Yuan slowly walked behind the girl. Although he was silent, he was not invisible after all, and the changes in light and shadow in the room were enough to attract attention.

But the girl was clearly focused on the paintings on the desk, so absorbed that she didn't notice anything amiss.

Looking down, the girl had drawn a portrait of a man whose appearance was seven or eight parts similar to Hong Yuan's, but lacked some of his spirit.

The girl was clearly dissatisfied as well, her brows furrowed slightly, her small, fair hand holding the paintbrush, seemingly troubled about how to make the next stroke.

Hong Yuan leaned down and blew a breath into her crystal ear.

"what!"

The girl in the ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) was clearly startled. She immediately made a stroke on the scroll with her brush, leaving large marks as ink splattered onto her clothes and cheeks.

Before she could turn around, a pair of hands wrapped around her from behind, and a voice laughed, "What is Shuyao drawing?"

Ou Shuyao's body stiffened for a moment, then relaxed, but her heart was still pounding. Even with her good temper, she said with a slight reproach, "Young Master, you haven't come to see me for many days after you left, and now you come to scare me!"

As she spoke, she turned her head back, puffing out her little face, looking both happy and annoyed. Although her pink cheeks were stained with ink, it did not detract from her elegant beauty; on the contrary, it added a touch of liveliness and playfulness.

Seeing her slightly annoyed expression, Hong Yuan reached out and pinched her chubby cheeks, smiling as he said, "This is my fault. So, how does Shuyao want me to apologize?"

"How could I blame you, young master? It's just that I spent several days painting, and you just..." Ou Shuyao pouted, clearly still a little annoyed.

"I'm right here, what more painting do you need?" Hong Yuan didn't use any force, but picked up Ou Shuyao's delicate body from the chair and bit her pouting little mouth.

Ou Shuyao's body grew increasingly limp, her hands weakly clutching Hong Yuan's clothes. After kissing the girl's pink lips for a moment, she embraced the girl and sat down at the desk.

Ou Shuyao's cheeks were flushed, and she buried her head in his arms, feeling dizzy. Her eyes were both shy and moist, clearly showing that she was already in love.

Hong Yuan stroked her body and smiled, "Is Shuyao still angry?"

Ou Shuyao then looked up, about to speak, but couldn't help but burst out laughing, pointing to her rosy cheek: "Young master, your face..."

Hong Yuan didn't need to look in the mirror to know that he must have gotten ink on Ou Shuyao's face earlier. Too lazy to wash it off, he patted her round face and said, "Get up quickly, I'll teach you how to draw."

Before long, Ou Shuyao sat in Hong Yuan's arms, holding a calligraphy brush in one hand, with a brand new sheet of paper on the table.

Hong Yuan wrapped his left arm around Ou Shuyao's flat stomach, and held her hand as she painted with his right hand, teaching her with great care.

He is very confident in his profession as a renowned teacher, as both his novel writing and painting are highly artistic.

For some reason, Ou Shuyao, just like Tao Xiyue back then, didn't listen to any of her teachings. Her pen flew wildly, quickly staining the white paper black.

The student was disobedient, and Hong Yuan, as the teacher, was helpless. He could only lightly whip her as punishment and instead teach her to sing. A girl's soft humming melody came from inside the room.

He spent the afternoon teaching Ou Shuyao in her boudoir, and then, just before noon, he went to see Ou Zhenyun and Xu Jingren.

The next day arrived in the blink of an eye.

Hong Yuan left Black Iron Town in the morning breeze and returned to the prefectural city not long after.

Upon entering the Tao residence, Tao Xiyue, having received the news, came over with a puzzled look and asked, "Young Master, why didn't you return last night?"

As they spoke, Tao Xiyue naturally took Hong Yuan's hand, while Xu Qingjing, with her beautiful figure and more charming features, also stepped forward.

Tao Xiyue sniffed and felt that Hong Yuan's scent was somewhat familiar. After a moment's thought, she couldn't help but purse her lips and snort, "So that's why the young master didn't come back for a whole day and night. He even lied to me and Qingjing that he was handling some matters. Humph, so he was out meeting a beauty."

"What is the name of the older or younger sister that you've hidden away, young master? I'm very curious."

"Qingjing also wants to know." Xu Qingjing was also a little annoyed.

Hong Yuan leaned close to Xu Qingjing's ear and whispered something. As she looked surprised, he smiled at Tao Xiyue and said, "I've already told her the name. Go ask Qingjing."

(End of this chapter)