Chapter 003: The Battle Heaven Art

  After a long silence, Yang Tian's consciousness once again sank into his sea of consciousness. When he saw the Ancestral Dragon Ring at the center, suppressing countless characters of the word **"Fight"**, he couldn't help but gasp in awe.

  The fighting spirit emanating from these countless characters was identical to the fighting spirit exuded by the giant. However, if it weren't for the Ancestral Dragon Ring suppressing this overwhelming fighting spirit, Yang Tian's body would have been instantly obliterated!

  "What exactly is the origin of this Ancestral Dragon Ring? It seems my family isn't as simple as it appears on the surface. Could it be that the old dog, Dragon Sun, targeted my family because of this ring?" After taking several deep breaths, Yang Tian slowly calmed his tense mind. Just as he was about to leave, the Ancestral Dragon Ring suddenly generated a suction force, pulling his divine sense into it.

  *Thud!*

  With a muffled sound, Yang Tian was thrown into an unfamiliar space. His waist twitched violently a few times, and his gaze quickly scanned the surroundings.

  "This is..."

  Yang Tian's eyes widened in shock. The space was about twenty zhang (approximately 60 meters) in size, but it was desolate, without even a single blade of grass.

  However, none of that mattered.

  What mattered was that the **Heaven and Earth Essence** here was several times more concentrated than in the outside world!

  The importance of Heaven and Earth Essence to cultivators was self-evident. This mysterious energy could be absorbed, and if the concentration was high, one's cultivation speed would skyrocket! It was a ticket to becoming a high-level cultivator.

  "Could this be the internal space of the Ancestral Dragon Ring?" An incredible thought suddenly arose in Yang Tian's mind. His tightly closed eyes snapped open, and with a thought, his body strangely disappeared from the space.

  Back in the room, Yang Tian touched his body in disbelief. After confirming that he was indeed back, an indescribable joy spread across his face.

  "This is a spatial treasure."

  Yang Tian had heard before that humans used rare minerals from the world to forge various artifacts. These treasures possessed mysterious and unpredictable abilities, and some could even multiply a person's combat power.

  Artifacts were classified into: **Blood Artifacts**, **Spirit Artifacts**, **Dao Artifacts**, and **Heaven Artifacts**.

  After experimenting a few more times, Yang Tian discovered that the Ancestral Dragon Ring could not only store various items but also allow him to enter and cultivate within it. However, his physical body remained in the room, preventing outsiders from discovering the ring's secret.

  Inside the Ancestral Dragon Ring.

  At this moment, Yang Tian stood firmly on the ground, his arms slightly outstretched and his body leaning forward. He opened his mouth and nose, generating a suction force. With this inhalation, like a whale sucking in water, the surrounding dense essence energy was drawn into his body.

  He then closed his mouth and eyes tightly. Within his body, the newly absorbed essence energy was rapidly refined, gradually condensing into a drop of crystal-clear liquid. This liquid flowed into his **Qi Sea**.

  In his Qi Sea, crimson blood energy surged and roared like a mighty river. The drop of crimson liquid fell, and the dozens of crimson droplets, though invisible to the naked eye, began to expand.

  "Such fast cultivation speed! What tier is this **Battle Heaven Art**?" Suppressing the shock in his heart, Yang Tian seemed to recall something.

  His muscles tensed, and the weak blood energy within his body rumbled. Suddenly, he moved.

  Yang Tian's blood energy surged through his body, and a crimson glow emanated from his entire being. His clenched fists, now crimson and translucent like jade, shot forward, tearing through the air.

  *Boom, boom, boom!*

  After throwing several punches in succession, dozens of crimson lights swirled around him. This was clearly the fist technique Yang Tian had learned from the giant. Although he had only grasped the basics, he believed that with time, this martial skill would shine brilliantly in his hands.

  At this moment, he was breathing heavily like an ox, and beads of sweat trickled down his nose. He once again stood firmly on the ground, absorbing the surrounding Heaven and Earth Essence.

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  Suddenly, sharp voices echoed from outside. Yang Tian slowly opened his eyes, and a faint crimson light flickered in his gaze.

  "Lin Yuan, I'm warning you. The Dragon Star Martial Arts School hasn't paid rent for half a year. Are you going to pay or not? Or do you plan to skip out on the rent?"

  The sharp voice rang out, and Yang Tian's face instantly darkened. He leaped up and rushed to the window.

  A large figure appeared in Yang Tian's sight. The man was dressed in a purple floral robe, and his plump face was filled with mockery.

  "Brother Chen, funds have been tight recently. You know how many martial arts schools there are in Qing Stone Town. It's hard to come up with so much money at once." Lin Yuan, an elderly man, forced a smile as he spoke to the portly man in front of him.

  Inside the room, seeing Lin Yuan's submissive demeanor, Yang Tian clenched his fists, and tears welled up in his eyes. "Foster Father, you've suffered so much over the years. Xiao Tian will repay you..."

  "Hmph, 'tight on funds,' you say?" Chen the Fatty sneered and shook his head. "You owe me a hundred blood stones. Your Dragon Star Martial Arts School doesn't even have a single disciple now. How do you plan to pay?"

  Blood stones were the currency of the Tianyang Continent. They contained blood energy that could be absorbed, and the energy within was exceptionally pure, making them ideal for trade.

  "A hundred?" Lin Yuan's face changed drastically. He stared at Chen the Fatty's smug face and said in a deep voice, "Brother Chen, you must be mistaken. I only owe you seventy blood stones. How did it become a hundred?"

  "Hmph, mistaken?" Chen the Fatty raised an eyebrow and sneered. "You haven't paid rent for half a year. The extra thirty is interest! Of course, in three months, the price will be different again."

  Seeing Lin Yuan's increasingly ugly expression, Chen the Fatty chuckled coldly. His greedy eyes swept over the surrounding buildings as he casually remarked, "If you sold this property, it should fetch a few hundred blood stones, right?"

  "That's out of the question. This is the ancestral property passed down through generations. No amount of money can buy it." Hearing this, Lin Yuan's eyelids twitched, and he quickly added, "Give me three more months. The Martial Arts School Tournament is in three months. I'll definitely be able to repay you then."

  "Hmph." Chen the Fatty shook his head disdainfully. "Do you take me for a fool? Do you really think you can win a spot in the tournament? Don't overestimate yourself. Out of respect for our years of friendship, I'll offer you three hundred blood stones for the property. How about it?"

  "My foster father will never sell the Dragon Star Martial Arts School. Stop dreaming." A cold voice suddenly rang out.

  Yang Tian, with a stern expression, strode over. His hostile gaze fell on Chen the Fatty, and a trace of suspicion arose in his heart. He didn't believe Chen the Fatty would offer such a high price out of goodwill.

  When Lin Yuan saw that Yang Tian had woken up, joy spread across his aged face, dispelling the earlier gloom.

  Seeing Yang Tian's aggressive demeanor, Chen the Fatty's expression changed. A hint of venom flashed in his eyes as he spoke in a mocking tone, "Lin Yuan, is this the troublemaker of your family? Doesn't he know any manners? When elders are speaking, children shouldn't interrupt!"

  The cost of treating Yang Tian's illness had spread his name throughout Qing Stone Town.

  Hearing this, Lin Yuan's face darkened. He said coldly, "Chen the Fatty, if you dare insult my foster son again, I'll tear your mouth apart! Do you think Lin Yuan is easy to bully? You should ask around Qing Stone Town about my reputation."

  "You..." Chen the Fatty's face changed, and endless anger surged in his heart. His fists clenched with a *creak*.

  "Foster Father..." Yang Tian's nose tingled with emotion. Lin Yuan, who had always been meek, had suddenly erupted in anger for his sake, even at the risk of offending this petty man. Tears welled up in Yang Tian's eyes.

  "In three months... Although the essence energy in the Ancestral Dragon Ring is abundant, three months is too short. I'll have to go to the Beast Mountain Range. The spiritual herbs there can speed up my cultivation and help me reach a higher realm in a short time." Yang Tian thought to himself.

  Lin Yuan's fists clenched with a *crack*, like an enraged tiger.

  Chen the Fatty was wary. In his prime, Lin Yuan had been a fierce and combative man, and even now, his strength was not to be underestimated. He could tear Chen the Fatty apart in a few moves.

  However, he still had to save face. He rubbed his nose and sneered, "Fine, I'll give you three months. If you don't have the money in three months, the Dragon Star Martial Arts School will be mine. If you dare argue then, I'll take it up with the City Lord of Kuangyun City."

  Chen the Fatty flicked his sleeves, ignoring Lin Yuan's ugly expression. He shot a venomous glance at Yang Tian before turning and leaving.

  "Strange. Why does Chen the Fatty want the martial arts school so badly?" Yang Tian frowned as he watched Chen the Fatty disappear. The Dragon Star Martial Arts School was located in a remote area, and running a business there wouldn't yield much profit.

  After pondering for a moment, Yang Tian turned around.

  "Foster Father, don't be angry. In three months, he'll get what's coming to him." Yang Tian raised his fist, his voice tinged with pride. His confidence came from the **Battle Heaven Art**.

  "Haha, it's just that I'm old and can't stand hearing unpleasant words." Lin Yuan shook his head slightly and patted Yang Tian's head with a gentle smile.

  Suddenly, Lin Yuan seemed to remember something. He pinched Yang Tian's arm and asked, "By the way, Xiao Tian, why did you pass out yesterday? Are you feeling better now?"

  "I'm fine, Foster Father. I was just too eager in my training." Yang Tian scratched his head. "I was thinking of staying in the back mountains for a few days to focus on my cultivation."

  "Stay for a few days?" Lin Yuan frowned. "There are beasts in the back mountains, and it's close to the Beast Mountain Range. Why don't you go during the day? It won't interfere with your training."

  "It's fine, Foster Father. I'll hide in the stone cave at night. There won't be any problems. Don't worry." Yang Tian blinked at Lin Yuan. Since recovering from his illness, Yang Tian had often gone to the back mountains to train, something Lin Yuan was aware of.

  After a few moments of silence, Lin Yuan looked at Yang Tian's expectant gaze and finally chuckled. "Alright then, but remember to be careful."

  "Sigh..." Lin Yuan sighed as he watched Yang Tian's retreating figure. His face was filled with worry. If he lost this property, he would have no face to meet his ancestors.