After circling for more than a dozen rounds, William Bennett finally discovered the pattern of the airflow. This airflow didn’t just reverse; it also moved forward. After reversing, it would immediately “move forward” again, repeating this process. The forward and reverse movements were perfectly coordinated, as if the effect was more than twice as good as just moving the airflow in a single direction.

What kind of situation is this?

Chapter 002: Even in Defeat, Lose with Style

This phenomenon was extremely rare. Martial artists on the “Tai Xuan Continent” had never heard of circulating qi both forward and in reverse at the same time. People usually cultivated by following the natural flow—when did it become about going against the current? And now, doing both at once? Isn’t that total chaos?

However, William Bennett was a sharp guy. An idea flashed in his mind, and he immediately tried to guide the airflow along this new path.

Once—not successful.

Twice—still not successful.

A hundred times—finally succeeded.

At last, with a faint booming sound, William Bennett discovered that out of the hundreds of large and small blood vessels in his body, only two remained trembling, still operating smoothly and rhythmically in both “forward and reverse” directions. Didn’t this mean he had successfully “shocked his meridians” and entered the second level of the “Pulsing Realm”?

The “Pulse Circulation Realm” was divided into six levels. With each breakthrough, one more blood vessel would vibrate. Imagine, the more blood vessels vibrating, the faster the body could absorb the world’s vital energy. The peak of this realm was when six blood vessels vibrated together.

More importantly, being able to vibrate his blood vessels to absorb the world’s vital energy meant that William Bennett had become a true martial cultivator, no longer an ordinary person. From now on, the sky’s the limit—he could roam wherever he pleased.

At this moment, William Bennett began wildly punching and kicking again. After all, having just broken through, if he didn’t let off some steam, he’d feel uncomfortable. So, after practicing the Ye family’s “Whirlwind Kick,” “Tiger Fist,” and “Ground Sweep” a few times, he finally finished and flopped down in the woods.

William Bennett closed his eyes to rest. However, all around was silent, as if he had entered a mysterious, ethereal state at that moment.

His senses were especially sharp now—he could clearly hear the sound of a tiny bug crawling thirty or forty meters away. When he opened his eyes, he was stunned.

Because he could actually see, through a small tree, the sap and veins inside it, albeit vaguely. He could even see the sap flowing through the veins, and even a tree worm hiding inside the trunk, squirming—he could make it out faintly.

What kind of situation is this—X-ray vision.

Apparently, only martial artists at the “Heavenly Martial Realm” on the “Tai Xuan Continent” could begin to possess a vague, perceptive kind of X-ray vision. Their version was more of a sensory perception, not true X-ray vision. For example, they could sense someone through a wall, but couldn’t see you as if you were stripped naked—more like the principle of an X-ray at a hospital.

And for martial artists below the “Heavenly Martial Realm,” it was extremely difficult to detect an opponent’s true cultivation level if the opponent remained still. They could only guess based on qi and other factors. If the opponent’s blood and qi overflowed and their energy erupted, then their true bloodline ability could be deduced.

Just as he was about to play around with this “X-ray vision” ability, his younger brother David Bennett’s angry voice came: “Second brother, aren’t you coming back?”

“What’s up, David?” William Bennett sprang up from the ground.

“Samuel Bennett brought Edward Bennett, that ‘jerk,’ over, and even brought a bottle of Wolf King’s fresh blood, saying it’s ‘Human Martial Realm’ Wolf King’s blood.” David Bennett said indignantly.

“When a weasel pays respects to a chicken, it’s never with good intentions. Bro, let’s go home quickly!” William Bennett grabbed his brother and ran home. Samuel Bennett was an elder of the Ye family, but because his bloodline wasn’t as close to the main branch in power, led by Robert Bennett, as their own father’s branch,

Samuel Bennett could only linger outside the Elder Council. Having a “council member” title versus not having those two words in the Ye family meant a world of difference in status, wealth, and power.

For example, William Bennett’s father Charles Bennett was allocated a much grander residence than Samuel Bennett, and every year, the medicinal herbs, blood crystal coins, and other resources provided by the family were far more than what Samuel Bennett received. That’s why ordinary elders would do anything to squeeze into the Elder Council.

If an elder’s descendants had exceptionally strong bloodline power, the council would also make special considerations to admit them. After all, talent is always a hot topic. And Samuel Bennett bringing his son Edward Bennett over was probably related to the upcoming internal disciple promotion selection.

Because tomorrow was the family’s disciple rank-changing competition. The Ye family’s disciples were divided into three ranks: bronze, iron, and wood. Bronze was the highest and strongest, with the most cultivation resources, iron was next, and wood referred to newly selected official disciples.

Since William Bennett’s bloodline test was “zero,” he wasn’t even a “martial artist,” so he didn’t even qualify as a wood-rank disciple. However, as the son of Elder Council member Charles Bennett, even with a bloodline power of “zero,” Charles Bennett’s branch still had two slots for the cold spring.

Charles Bennett would definitely reserve one slot for his son, but it was obvious that even if William Bennett participated, he’d be kicked out in the end. So, Samuel Bennett set his sights on William Bennett. Today’s visit was clearly for this reason—William Bennett understood this perfectly.