Martial Peak: Eternal Void Great Emperor

Today, Liu Feiyang was on his way to the black wind market to look for some Triple Yang fruit seeds which he had completely forgotten about. A few days have gone past by and he has been make steadily making progress in the new body tempering art, reaching peak 8th Stage.

Suddenly, he hears faint noises in the distance—shouts, grunts, and the occasional dull thud. It was hard to make out exactly what was happening, but from the sounds of it, it seemed like a fight. Curiosity got the better of him, and decided to follow the direction of the noise, pushing through the bushes to get a closer look.

Peering through the foliage, he saw the fight unfolding in a small field. A group of people who appeared to be Storm Manor disciples from their clothes were beating up Su Mu and his underlings. 

Su Mu's group was outnumbered and overwhelmed, struggling to hold their ground. The guy who was probably a young master of the Storm Manor, a smug-looking guy, was on top of Su Mu, delivering punch after punch. 

'Well, Since he can afford to offend Su Mu without any care, their social status are most likely equal.'

Nearby, a pretty girl stood watching. She wasn't visibly amused—her face was calm, almost indifferent—but Liu Feiyang knew better. Her hair and clothes matched the description of a girl he remembered very well.

'One of the biggest disappointments form the manhua or formally the young lady of the Blood Battle Group-- Hu Mi'er. She must have started the fight like the original. Politics man, Its always the goddamn politics.'

Liu Feiyang shook head a few times and decided it would better not to waste time any further. He pulled a piece of cloth from his pocket and tied it around his face to hide his identity. No need to make enemies openly, not yet. He moved quickly, slipping into the fray unnoticed—at least at first.

His presence was only noticed when one of the Storm Manor underlings near him suddenly collapsed. The guy next to him turned, eyes wide, but Liu Feiyang was already on him, taking him down with a single strike. By the time the others realized what was happening, two of their comrades were already on the ground.

"Who the hell is this guy?" one of the underlings shouted, backing away.

"He's from High Heaven Pavilion!" another yelled, spotting the uniform beneath Liu Feiyang's robes.

Su Mu, still on the ground, shouted a warning. "Be careful! He's at the Initial Element Realm!"

Liu Feiyang nodded slightly, acknowledging the warning, but he already knew as he couldn't sense his cultivation. The young master of the Storm Manor—Cheng Shao Feng, though Liu Feiyang didn't know his name yet—was at the Initial Element 2nd Stage, meaning he could use Qi in his techniques.

But Liu Feiyang had more than enough Qi to already start using it to enhance his body, even though he hasn't learnt any secret technique. He moved with precision, his strikes enhanced by the Yang Qi flowing through his body. 

"AGHHH!"

"IT'S.... HOT! MY BODY... IS BURNING!!!"

Every punch and kick felt like a searing brand to his opponents, leaving burns where his fists connected.

Cheng Shao Feng finally took him seriously. He stood up from Su Mu, his smirk replaced by a scowl. "Another High Heaven Pavilion dog," he sneered, drawing a sword from his side. "You think you can just barge in and play the hero?"

Liu Feiyang didn't answer. Instead, he raised his fists, his eyes locked on Cheng Shao Feng. The young master's sword techniques were sharp and precise, each swing aimed to either kill or incapacitate. Liu Feiyang dodged the first strike, the blade slicing through the air just inches from his shoulder. He countered with a low kick aimed at Cheng Shao Feng's knee, but the young master shifted his weight at the last second, avoiding the blow and retaliating with a sweeping arc of his sword.

The blade nicked Liu Feiyang's upper arm, drawing a thin line of blood. For a fleeting second, he thought to himself, "I've bled for the first time in battle since coming to this world." He winced but forced the thought aside, focusing back on the fight. 

Using the momentum of his dodge, he spun to Cheng Shao Feng's side, aiming a punch infused with Yang Qi at his ribs. The attack landed, forcing Cheng Shao Feng back several steps, but the young master recovered quickly, his sword flashing in a counterattack.

Cheng Shao Feng pressed his advantage, forcing Liu Feiyang to stay on the defensive. The young master's strikes were relentless, his blade a blur of silver in the fading light. Liu Feiyang ducked, sidestepped, and parried with his forearms, the Yang Qi in his body reinforcing his movements and dulling the sting of near misses. But despite his best efforts, another shallow cut appeared on his thigh, the sharp sting a reminder of his opponent's skill.

"Is that all you've got?" Cheng Shao Feng taunted, a smirk playing on his lips as he swung his sword in a wide arc.

"Not even close," Liu Feiyang shot back, his voice calm, knowing better not to react to such cheap taunts. He feinted to the left, drawing Cheng Shao Feng's attention, then darted to the right, closing the distance between them. His fist shot out, aiming for the young master's wrist. The punch connected, forcing Cheng Shao Feng to loosen his grip on the sword.

Seizing the moment, Liu Feiyang delivered a powerful knee to Cheng Shao Feng's abdomen, the impact sending the young master stumbling back. But Cheng Shao Feng wasn't done yet. With a growl, he steadied himself and lunged forward, his sword slicing down in a desperate overhead strike.

Liu Feiyang sidestepped the attack, the blade burying itself in the ground where he'd been standing. Without hesitation, he stepped forward and planted his foot on the blade, driving it even deeper into the earth. Cheng Shao Feng, realizing his weapon was pinned, lunged at Liu Feiyang in a desperate attempt to force him off. Liu Feiyang blocked the incoming strike with his forearm,, and then countered with a powerful kick to Cheng Shao Feng's chest. The young master was sent stumbling backward, coughing from the force of the blow.

Before Cheng Shao Feng could fully recover, Liu Feiyang closed the distance again, unleashing a flurry of punches, each one infused with Yang Qi. The blows landed with precision, targeting vital points and leaving scorch marks on the young master's robes and skin.

"Behind you!" White's voice echoed in Liu Feiyang's mind.

He spun just in time to see one of the underlings, who he thought he'd knocked out, lunging at him with a dagger. Liu Feiyang kicked out, his foot connecting with the underling's chest and sending him flying. This time, he made sure the guy stayed down.

Turning back to Cheng Shao Feng, Liu Feiyang saw the young master staggering. Liu Feiyang didn't give him a chance to recover. With a final burst of speed, he closed the distance and delivered a crushing punch to Cheng Shao Feng's chest. The impact lifted the young master off his feet and sent him crashing to the ground, unconscious.

The field fell silent. Liu Feiyang glanced around to make sure no one else was getting up. Satisfied, he walked over to the girl from the Blood Battle Group. She tried to act calm, but her fear was evident now. 

"Wait! I am not with them! I am from the Blood Battle Group! I also di---"

She tried to explain herself, taking a step back, but Liu Feiyang was not in mood to listen bullsh*t. He displayed his speed and with a quick chop to the back of her neck, he knocked her out cold.

'Even if she is pretty, she is not my type.'

Su Mu and his underlings, battered but still standing, approached cautiously. "Thank you," Su Mu said, his voice shaky but sincere. "Who are you?"

Liu Feiyang shook his head. "Meet me at the Dragon Ravine if you want to know," he said, his voice muffled by the cloth covering his face. Su Mu nodded, too exhausted to press further.

As Su Mu and his group limped away, Liu Feiyang turned his attention to the unconscious Storm Manor disciples and the girl. He quickly went through their belongings, looting whatever he could find.

From the girl, he found a few seeds of the Triple Yang Fruit—exactly what he needed. From the Storm Manor disciples, especially Cheng Shao Feng, he pocketed a decent amount of gold coins. It was a bit embarrassing to do this in front of Su Mu, so he was glad they'd left first.

With his loot secured, Liu Feiyang walked away from the field with a smile, feeling a mix of satisfaction and relief. 

'Hmph, the biggest loot would still be the chance to meet Su Yan.'

He'd not only helped Su Mu but also gotten one step closer to meeting Su Yan, one of his favorite characters from the story. Sure, she had a knack for getting into trouble because of her foolishness in love, but that was part of her charm. 

As he walked, a familiar voice echoed in his mind, sharp and disapproving.

'What are you getting happy for, huh? Is this what you call fighting?' White's voice was laced with disdain, the Zanpakuto spirit clearly unimpressed.

Liu Feiyang frowned, slowing his pace. "But I won, right?" he replied.

"Tsk tsk tsk," White clicked his tongue. "Winning doesn't mean you fought well. You left yourself open too many times. Your movements were predictable, and you wasted too much of your Qi, you are not always going to have surplus of it. That kick to the underling? Unnecessary. You could've disarmed him without wasting energy. And don't even get me started on how you handled Cheng Shao Feng's sword strikes. You got lucky he didn't land a clean hit."

Liu Feiyang opened his mouth to argue but stopped himself. Deep down, he knew White was right. The fight had been messy, and he'd taken unnecessary risks. Still, it wasn't easy to admit.

Before he could respond, another voice chimed in, calm but firm. "White is not wrong," the old man continued. " You relied too much on your Yang Qi to overpower your opponents instead of using technique and strategy. A true fighter knows how to conserve energy and exploit weaknesses. You have potential, but potential means nothing without discipline."

Liu Feiyang sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Alright, alright. I get it. I messed up. But what do you expect? I'm still getting used to this whole cultivation thing. It's not like I've had years of training like those Storm Manor disciples."

White snorted. "Excuses won't make you stronger. If you want to survive in this world, you need to stop relying on luck and start honing your skills. And that starts with proper combat training."

The old man nodded in agreement. "Indeed. We shall start from there. Your body tempering art has been doing a good job to lay a solid foundation, but it is time to refine your martial arts and learn to wield your Qi with precision. 

The old man nodded in agreement. "Indeed. We shall start from there. Your body tempering art has been doing a good job to lay a solid foundation, but it is time to refine your martial arts and learn to wield your Qi with precision. You have already gathered Qi equivalent to a 2nd Stage Initial Element, so we can start discussing the ways of the Quincy too. Only then will you be able to face stronger opponents without risking your life unnecessarily."

Liu Feiyang's eyes lit up at the mention of Quincy training. "Quincy training? Seriously? That's awesome!!!"

But White's voice cut through his enthusiasm like a blade. "Don't get too excited, kid. The training I'm going to put you through will be hellish. Bloody. You'll wish you'd stayed in that field and let Cheng Shao Feng beat you to a pulp."

Liu Feiyang's grin faltered for a moment, but he quickly forced a laugh. "Hah! I can take on anything you throw at me! Bring it on!"

White's tone turned dark, almost menacing. "We'll see about that. Remember what happened to Ichigo in the original series? That was just a warm-up."

Liu Feiyang's fake laugh died in his throat, and a nervous shiver ran down his spine. He remembered all too well and didn't really want to go through any of it. Swallowing hard, he muttered, "Uh… yeah, no problem. I'm ready."

The voices faded, and Liu Feiyang kept walking, his earlier excitement now tinged with a heavy dose of fear. He knew White wasn't joking, and the thought of what was coming made his stomach churn. But he also knew he had no choice. If he wanted to survive in this world, he'd have to endure whatever White threw at him.

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