Yang Guo Is My Brother: I Take the Women, He Takes the Blame

Yang Fei held the Everlasting Life Formula in both hands, his heart suddenly racing as an indescribable excitement and anticipation surged through him. His fingers trembled slightly as he slowly turned to the first page. In an instant, everything around him vanished. His mind was filled with the profound characters and the wondrous paths of the technique, circling endlessly.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong were talking. Glancing toward Yang Fei, they saw his aura growing unsteady, his sleeves fluttering though there was no wind, and his expression shifting from solemn concentration to delight. Guo Jing’s heart skipped a beat. “Rong’er, look at Fei’er! Has something happened to him?” They hurried over, only to find him so immersed in understanding the technique that he was completely oblivious to the world around him.

Just then, Yang Fei felt a warm current begin to surge within him. It started in his dantian and raced along his meridians. Wherever it passed, his meridians seemed to be cleansed by a powerful force, growing stronger and more open. His breathing quickened, and fine beads of sweat covered his forehead, but his gaze grew ever more resolute.

As his understanding of the Everlasting Life Formula deepened, the warm current rampaged through his body, repeatedly battering the barriers between realms. With a roar, he felt himself break through an invisible barrier, advancing straight to the third-rate martial artist realm. But it did not stop there. The current continued to surge, and soon he had effortlessly crossed into the second-rate martial artist realm as well. Yang Fei was both shocked and delighted. He had never imagined his cultivation could progress so smoothly.

Yang Guo stared in dumbfounded amazement, having completely forgotten the Iron Shirt manual in his hands.