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Unable to resist, Yang Haoxuan quickly searched through his memories, and immediately recognized what the objects were.

The "New Year's Chests" were one of the unique features of the Yang family's New Year's banquet. During the New Year, the Yang family disciples naturally received their New Year's money, but the way it was distributed was different—one had to rely on their own strength to take it.

These three chests were filled with copper coins, silver coins, and gold coins respectively. The chests were designed with a clever mechanism—when struck, they would not topple over but instead wobble like a roly-poly toy. If the chest wasn't closed, the money would spill out, and the more force used in the strike, the more money would pour out.

The copper chest was meant for martial artists at the second and fourth levels, the silver chest for those at the fifth and sixth levels, and the gold chest for those at the seventh and eighth levels. As for those at the ninth level of martial arts, they were considered adults, so no chest was designed for them.

"This truly is a world that reveres the strong!" Yang Haoxuan smiled bitterly, shaking his head. His gaze shifted to the other disciples who were stepping forward.

"Any disciple under eighteen who wants to go first?" An elderly man, his face full of kindness, called out loudly.

At once, the disciples near the front began to move forward, forming a line. The rest of the banquet guests began to pay attention, as this was not just about collecting their New Year's money but also served as a test and a form of motivation to gauge the disciples' strength.

"First up, Yang Zi!" The kind-hearted elder smiled as he called out, and a rather ordinary-looking disciple stepped up to the copper chest, focusing intently and assuming a horse stance.

"Ha!" With a sudden punch, he struck the back of the chest. The chest tilted slightly, and a few dozen copper coins spilled out. The disciple quickly ran forward to collect them with his clothing. The clever design of the chest ensured that no one would be cheated.

After the first attempt, others soon followed. The parents of the disciples at the banquet smiled contentedly, some of them even muttering and chuckling as the New Year celebration turned into a lively and joyful occasion.

Yang Haoxuan's attention, however, was focused on just three people.

The first was Yang Ruolan, who struck the silver chest and caused hundreds of silver coins to spill out, clearly indicating her cultivation had reached the peak of the sixth level.

Then there was Yang Peng, whose results were almost the same as Yang Ruolan's but just slightly less. It was obvious he was dissatisfied, muttering angrily under his breath.

The last person, however, surprised Yang Haoxuan. That person was Yang Ying. After months of training, he had broken through from the sixth level to the seventh level.

Yang Haoxuan couldn't help but check his attributes.

Name: Yang Ying

Level: 14

New World Level: Martial Artist (Seventh Level)

Profession: Warrior

Health: 1241/1241

Mana: 874/874

Strength: 678

Intelligence: 87

Spirit: 14

Agility: 547

Profession Skills: Tidal Technique

Life Skills: None

Yang Ying's strength was over two hundred higher than Yang Haoxuan's intelligence. Yet, Yang Haoxuan remained confident he could defeat him. The key reason was that the attributes shown on his game interface were just a rough estimation and didn't reveal the quality of a person's cultivation techniques, which was crucial in determining a true fighter's strength. Therefore, Yang Haoxuan rarely relied on this method for evaluating his opponents.

At this moment, Yang Haoxuan knew he could defeat Yang Ying easily with his Spiral True Power, not even counting his skills.

Yang Ying threw a punch, and the gold chest tilted slightly, spilling out a few gold coins. While modest, this still made him proud. His father, Yang Haoxuan's fourth uncle, stood up to clap and cheer.

"Haoxuan! Why don't you give it a try?" Yang Baotian, curious about his son's strength, asked eagerly.

Yang Haoxuan hesitated for a moment before nodding. He patted his knees, stood up, and walked towards the three chests. As he did, several people noticed and quickly realized what he was about to do. The atmosphere changed as expectations began to build.

After what had just happened, no one was mocking Yang Haoxuan anymore. There was a glimmer of anticipation.

Yang Ying had just returned to the crowd, still basking in the admiration, when he saw Yang Haoxuan steal the spotlight. The anger from the previous trial still simmered in his chest.

He sneered, contemptuous, and muttered under his breath, "Looks like this time you have no hope of beating me. Want me to lend you some coins?"

"No need! You can keep them for your medical bills. After the banquet ends, I'm going to beat your father so badly, he won't even recognize you!" Yang Haoxuan shot back, giving no chance for rebuttal. He stepped into the designated area by the chest.

At first glance, the chests seemed massive, but up close, their size was truly daunting. Each chest had a metal plate at the back where the disciples struck to release the coins. The copper chest was five meters wide, so Yang Haoxuan walked towards it without stopping, heading straight for the silver chest. He paused only momentarily when he reached it.

This pause caused a stir—did this mean Yang Haoxuan had reached the sixth level of martial arts? Many of the elders who had opposed Yang Baotian were already feeling a sense of helplessness, seeing Yang Haoxuan's exceptional talent.

But Yang Haoxuan only stopped for a moment before continuing forward.

A wave of murmurs rippled through the room. What was he trying to do? Did he intend to strike the gold chest? That required a martial artist at the seventh level! Even those at the peak of the sixth level would not dare to attempt such a feat, for the difference between the sixth and seventh level was immense. It was a difficult hurdle, a true dividing line in cultivation.

But here was Yang Haoxuan—just half a year ago, he had been at the second level, a month later at the fourth level. Was it possible he had jumped straight to the seventh level today?

Everyone's minds were flooded with disbelief and confusion.

"Haoxuan!" Yang Baotian, unlike the others, was growing increasingly excited. His face reddened with pride. He had fully embraced the miracle his son had created, and now he believed in him more than anyone else.

At this moment, Yang Haoxuan stood behind the gold chest, fully focused. All eyes were now on him.

Yang Ying, however, was filled with disbelief.

"Ha!" Suddenly, Yang Haoxuan let out a loud shout, shaking the air around him. Upon closer inspection, he had not assumed the usual stance but instead concentrated all his energy into his right hand. His arm was enveloped in Spiral True Power, spinning wildly.

"What is this?" Several disciples who had never seen such a thing gasped. The swirling energy field was similar to what they had seen when Yang Baotian fought Elder Bai. Could it be that he had reached the Grand Martial Master level?

Impossible! They refused to believe it. Then, a thought crossed their minds—was this… Earth-level cultivation technique? The legendary technique that had been circulating for a while?

The disciples widened their eyes, watching with bated breath.

Yang Haoxuan's punch was slow, a deliberate move to build more force. Yes, he was still at the sixth level, so he dared not underestimate the challenge, but Yang Ying's arrogance pushed him to show his strength.

And so, this punch was the culmination of all his power.

Boom!

A dull, crisp sound echoed through the hall. The gold chest tilted dramatically, almost tipping over entirely, and coins poured out in a wild cascade.

However, the chest's ingenious design quickly restored it to an upright position, settling back securely. Yet, the coins scattered across the floor—at least a hundred of them. This meant that to achieve this result, one would need the strength of a peak seventh level or even an eighth-level martial artist.

The entire hall fell into stunned silence. The only sounds were the rapid breathing of the crowd, disbelief evident in their expressions. Some even pinched themselves, wondering if they were dreaming.

Yang Ying's face turned ashen. His pride was shattered. Why did Yang Haoxuan always manage to outshine him?

Yang Baotian was overwhelmed with emotion. Words could not express how proud and shocked he was.

A soft gulp echoed in the quiet hall, loud in the stillness, signaling the realization among the disciples. They didn't know how to articulate their astonishment at Yang Haoxuan's feat.

"Ha!" Yang Ruolan, unable to maintain her composed demeanor, gasped in astonishment. She had been watching with curiosity, trying to figure out what had changed in Yang Haoxuan, but now she was truly taken aback.

Her mind wandered back to her previous words, "I'm not interested in you," and now, watching the coins spill, the meaning behind them hit her hard.

Yang Haoxuan smiled slightly, understanding that Spiral True Power accumulated more force when executed slowly.

"Xiao Qing!" he suddenly called out.

"Yes!" Xiao Qing quickly responded, rushing to join him. Together