222: Chapter 189: Do Not Touch_4 222: Chapter 189: Do Not Touch_4 However, this energy wasn’t truly Inner Strength but rather what’s known as ‘Essence’, which is gathered from the purest Spiritual Energy.
Absorbed from the Wild Boar at, it should naturally dissipate over ti.
At this mont, it was forcibly gathered by Zong Shou’s Guiding Technique to the Dantian.
It could strengthen the body, be converted to Inner Breath, heal injuries, and even be transferred to others—its uses were nurous.
In his past life, Zong Shou stood above hundreds of millions of players, thanks in no small part to this Guiding Technique.
Normally, Zong Shou would practice this technique within the carriage, three tis daily.
Chuxue had seen it often and would lose interest after a brief glance.
Yiin Yang, however, was witnessing it for the first ti and as soon as he laid eyes on it, his gaze glead with sharpness, unwavering.
Not until Zong Shou had completed the whole set of the Guiding Technique did Yiin Yang’s eyes dim the sharp gleam.
He said indifferently, “I wonder where the Princely Heir learned this set of movents?
With diligent practice, even if one may not beco a formidable figure in the future, it can certainly strengthen the body—”
Zong Shou nodded slightly in acknowledgent, yet a trace of an unusual color flickered across his face.
During these seven days, the only thing he was certain of was that he had read books in the very familiar Coastal Academy, and for not a short ti, until he was recently taken out by the two of them.
Moreover, with his breadth of knowledge and experience, he couldn’t even begin to fathom the depths of Yiin Yang.
Calm and composed, with proper conduct, no matter how one looked at him, he didn’t seem to be a re chauffeur.
After finishing the boar at, Yiin Yang Chuxue each entered a state of ditation to regulate their breathing.
Their breathing gradually beca even, as if they had fallen asleep.
Zong Shou also sat cross-legged and began to experint with running a basic ntal thod, transforming the Essence in his Qi Sea into Inner Breath.
Initially, he felt nothing, but as the streams of energy began to enter his ridians, he felt like his entire body was being pierced by a hundred thousand steel needles, almost causing him to cry out in pain.
Zong Shou involuntarily inhaled sharply and, not wishing to disturb the two beside him, forcefully endured the pain.
After a short while, the sharp pain finally subsided sowhat, and his body was covered in cold sweat both in front and back.
“Sure enough!
It’s due to the parallel ridians!”
His eyes showed a flicker of understanding, and Zong Shou spurred his Thought, directing the warm currents back to the Qi Sea, temporarily giving up the idea of continuing to cultivate Inner Qi.
Within the Cloud Realm, all clans base their cultivation on nine Body ridians, with nine Wheel ridians encircling the body.
However, when Zong Shou was circulating his energy just before, he distinctly felt the Essence in his ridians splitting and going separate ways.
As he had anticipated, his body indeed possessed Dual Veins!
This body was that of a Half-demon, possessing both bloodlines of the Human Clan and the fox species, both of remarkable origin.
He had the strengths of both lineages, ensuring his root bone and Five Elents Spirit Root were extraordinary.
Yet, precisely because of this, the two bloodlines conflicted with each other, resulting in terrifyingly low physical strength.
It made it impossible for him to normally cultivate any Inner Qi.
For soone with a constitution like Dual Veins, most might abandon any thoughts of learning Martial Arts.
However, for him, it was not entirely hopeless.
Upon arriving in this world, what he felt most fortunate about was that the decades of reading in his previous life, combined with the verification in the virtual Illusion Realm, had given him Martial Arts experience far surpassing any Martial Artist of this era!
Recalling information from his past life, Zong Shou’s brows gradually furrowed.
He could either cultivate a special Kung Fu suitable for Dual Veins, several of which existed in Zong Shou’s mory, all of exceptional might, at least above Absolute Skills, yet none were suitable.
Alternatively, he could seek several Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures to enhance one of his bloodlines, suppress the other, improve his physique, and unify the Dual Veins.
But such life-sustaining treasures were even rarer.
Zong Shou didn’t even consider it.
“It’s really deserved!
Fiery Fire Cold Fla Technique, Great Reversed Luo Divine Technique, Sun and Moon Radiant Wheel, when I first got my hands on them, why didn’t I look closely?
Although they’re a bit of trash—”
As he was vexed, a sudden inspiration flashed through his mind like spirit light, and another piece of text swept past.
“The way of heaven is to take from the excess and give to the insufficient.
The way of man is to take from the insufficient to support the excess—”
Zong Shou’s expression froze for a mont.
Then, as if seeing a venomous snake, he hurriedly pushed these mories out of his consciousness and buried them deep within his mory.
This text ca from a secret Ancient Martial Arts technique that he had chanced upon early in life, known as ‘Swallowing Essence’.
It had once stirred boundless upheavals in the Cloud Realm, bringing countless bloodshed, nad in worlds far and wide, and considered taboo by many.
If he used this technique, it indeed could resolve the conflict of his bloodlines and even drastically increase his cultivation.
However, unless it was a situation where he was truly facing death and had no other choice, he was reluctant to even touch it.
Especially with his Dual Veins constitution, it might only bring more trouble, and at this mont, he was still hesitant.
With a sigh, Zong Shou decided to disperse all the gathered Essence into his four limbs and hundred bones to enhance his body.
Especially his hands, making the muscles firr and the bones tougher.
Then he cut down a piece of Iron Wood commonly found in the Cloud Realm from a nearby forest, carved it with his Fine Steel Treasure Sword into several wooden Flying Knives, roughly half a foot in length each.
Standing by the carriage window, Zong Shou lifted his wrist slightly, and a black glint imdiately shot out from his sleeve.
In an instant, it reached a small tree twenty feet away from the carriage, nailing it firmly with a soft ‘twang’ sound.
“Off by half a milliter to the left!”
Ever since soone took over the driving, the Cloud Flipping Chariot was moving faster.
The short tree used as a target passed quickly in the field of vision, and in the blink of an eye, it was gone.
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