Yu Ziqing had a Wu Shuangge-like expression on his face, nodding repeatedly.
In reality, he didn't understand a darn thing.
He didn't understand, not at all. He once thought that by studying hard and practicing diligently, he could have eighty percent of the village chief's control, surely far exceeding the needed scope.
Now, he's co to realize that with the sa power, the village chief can control it completely, simply because a perfect score is only one hundred percent.
And his control over power could be eighty percent, but that's only at the eighth tier, not counting the Divine Skills or Secret Technique stacking.
Now, as the village chief's power ascends, it's akin to the test score rising from one hundred to one thousand, with difficulty ranging from high school level sequences to proving the Riemann Hypothesis.
Yet, the village chief can still score nine hundred and fifty, not far from truly achieving it.
If Yu Ziqing were to take this test, he estimates he wouldn't even score eighty.
In an instant, Yu Ziqing denies this thought; no, he's overestimating himself.
If he were to take this test, he wouldn't understand at all, he couldn't even lift the pen.
Yu Ziqing didn't feel defeated; he knows best that in this world, there are always so people who, in certain aspects, are unreachable, even if others were cheating.
He feels this is quite good; he wasn't originally skilled in this aspect. In the past, he thought scoring eighty was tough enough.
Now suddenly discovering this ceiling, soaring to a thousand points.
This big shot still belongs to his own lineage, which suddenly gives him more confidence about getting a hundred points in the future.
Breaking the ceiling is the toughest, nearing the ceiling is second, but with soone blazing the trail, soone guiding, scoring a hundred out of a thousand is more hopeful than scoring a perfect hundred out of a hundred.
Yu Ziqing is still very happy, standing obediently by the village chief, waiting for him to slowly recover.
The village chief's right arm was already a mass of shredded flesh, hanging there. As the Qi and Blood Circulation flowed, fragnts of bone were squeezed out by his pulsating flesh, and a large amount of replaced flesh and skin were swapped out.
Yu Ziqing held out a hand to catch those fragnts and the dripping Black Blood, ensuring not a single drop was lost.
These things can't fall into outsiders' hands; Yu Ziqing knows at least dozens of spells that can use these things to directly curse their owner.
The village chief's right arm slowly recovered; flesh, bones, tendons, skin, all replaced partially.
Then during the circulation between Qi and Blood, things began piercing the skin on the village chief's chest, left arm, and both legs, even his head, hair all fell, and much was squeezed out and replaced.
As these things were expelled and replaced, the village chief's aura seed to wane a bit, but the hard-to-extinguish duskiness on his body also dissipated.
It looked like his Qi and Blood were plumting, as if he was heavily wounded.
At this mont, Yu Ziqing finally understood that when soone said their muscles and bones were warming up, they were honestly speaking, not just bragging.
He seed like a loafer, wandering outside every day. Yang was also busy all day; You Zhen went into seclusion, and the village chief on Jinlan Mountain really had no suitable sparring partner.
As strength increases, finding a sparring partner becos more challenging.
Real life-and-death battles are practically nonexistent; Yu Ziqing won't allow enemies of that level to step onto Jinlan Mountain.
As a result, the external pressure isn't sufficient, due to his imnse control, this Body Refinent surpasses ordinary Body Cultivation, and without surpassing limits, his muscles and bones can't be shaken.
A single break and rebirth, undergoing transformation, couldn't proceed.
This ti was just right, control was exercised over most of the force vented, but there's still so which cannot be perfectly controlled and vented.
This portion of force was enough to accomplish a rebirth from inside out.
Yu Ziqing vaguely understood why the village chief kept elevating his control, without sufficient control, the first target upon striking would be oneself.
Explosive power and cohesion were too high, far beyond the bearable limit.
This is different from ordinary Body Cultivation, where the longest board is defense, one's strength usually doesn't reach the stage where it can kill oneself.
The village chief has reached another extre, even among Qi Refining cultivators, he is an extre existence.
Just like Han Dong, the attack has maxed out beyond his endurance limit.
Yu Ziqing thought of the Mountain Lord; he understood the Mountain Lord's condition, his mana was exceedingly strong beyond his own limits.
It seems that those who are extrely strong in a specific aspect have broken their ceiling in that area.
Yu Ziqing pondered, watching the village chief still change; it was clear the village chief had found his path long ago.
Yang was right; learning too broadly is not necessarily a good thing.
This implies his longest board, wanting to break the limit, is actually tougher.
If Yang hadn't been forced to change paths and rise, breaking the limit in the previous direction would be extrely tough.
The village chief's external appearance recovered quickly, restoring to the original form; only Yu Ziqing could observe his Qi and Blood plumting, seemingly severely wounded.
"Village chief, are you really okay?"
"I'm okay now; I understand what you want to say, I get it. From now on, I'll seriously focus on Body Refinent, I'm going steadily, not rushing."
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