239: Chapter 193: Refining the Extreme Essence Purple Gold Body_4 239: Chapter 193: Refining the Extreme Essence Purple Gold Body_4 However, these energies were not genuine inner strength but so-called ‘Essence,’ gathered by the most pure spiritual energy.
Absorbed from Wild Boar Meat, they should normally disperse over time.
At this moment, however, they were forcefully concentrated into the Dantian by Zong Shou’s Guiding Technique.
They could strengthen the body, convert into inner breath, heal injuries, and be transferred to others, serving multiple uses.
In his previous life, Zong Shou stood above hundreds of millions of players thanks to this Guiding Technique, truly a tremendous achievement.
Normally, Zong Shou practiced inside the chariot, three times a day.
Chuxue had seen it before and, after a brief glance, lost interest.
Yiin Yang, however, was witnessing it for the first time.
After one look, his eyes gleamed with a hidden brightness, fixated on the scene.
It was not until Zong Shou completed the entire sequence of the Guiding Technique that Yiin Yang’s sharp gaze finally softened.
He lightly said, “I wonder where the Princely Heir learned this set of movements?
If practiced diligently, even if one doesn’t become a hero, one can still enhance body strength—”
Zong Shou slightly nodded in acknowledgment, though a flicker of unusual color crossed his face.
In the past seven days, the only thing he knew was that he had studied at Coastal Academy for a long time, only recently taken out by the two people.
And then there was Yiin Yang, whose depth and experience Zong Shou couldn’t fathom.
Calm and steady, with proper conduct, he seemed nothing like a charioteer.
After finishing the pork, Yiin Yang Chuxue both entered meditation for breathing regulation.
The breathing became even and smooth, as if they had fallen asleep.
Zong Shou also sat down cross-legged and tentatively circulated a basic mental technique, transforming the Essence in his Qi Sea into inner breath.
Initially, he felt nothing unusual, but when that flow of air just entered his meridians, he felt a sharp pain throughout his body as if ten thousand steel needles were simultaneously piercing him, almost making him cry out.
Zong Shou instinctively inhaled sharply.
Not wanting to disturb the two nearby, he endured the pain.
Only af few minutes later did the severe pain start to subside, sweat covering his back.
It’s because of the parallel meridians!”
With a flash of realization in his eyes, Zong Shou spurred his thought, making that bit of warm flow return entirely to the Qi Sea, temporarily abandoning the idea of continuing to cultivate his inner qi.
In Cloud Realm, all races base their cultivation on the nine cycles of body meridians.
Nine Wheel Meridians wrap around the body.
During his recent circulation of qi, Zong Shou distinctly felt the Essence in his meridians split and go separate ways.
As he had suspected, two veins coexisted within his body!
This body, being half-demon, possessed both Human Clan and Fox bloodlines, both of remarkable origins, each contributing its strengths.
The root bone and the Five Elements Spirit Root were certainly exceptional.
However, it was this very conflict between them that frightened him due to his disastrously low physical endurance, preventing him from properly cultivating any inner breath.
With a constitution like dual veins, others might have given up on cultivating Martial Arts altogether.
But for him, it was not without hope.
The thing he was most grateful for upon coming to this world was the decades of reading in his previous life, and verifying in virtual illusions, which gave him Martial Arts experience far surpassing any Martial Artist of this era!
Recalling the information from his previous life, Zong Shou’s brow gradually furrowed.
He could either cultivate special techniques suitable for dual veins, several of which were in Zong Shou’s memory.
All were powerful, at least surpassing absolute skills, yet none were appropriate.
Next, obtaining various Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures to enhance one of his bloodlines, dominating the other, improving his constitution, and unifying the dual veins was an option.
But such naturally occurring spiritual materials were even rarer.
Zong Shou hadn’t even considered it before.
“Indeed, it is deserved!
Fiery Fire Cold Flame Technique, Great Reversed Luo Divine Technique, Sun and Moon Radiant Wheel, when I got my hands on them back then, why didn’t I look more closely?
Although they are somewhat trashy—”
While he was vexed, a piece of text suddenly flashed through his mind like a burst of spirit light.
“The way of heaven is to take from the excess and give to the lacking.
The way of people is to take from the lacking and give to the excess—”
Zong Shou’s expression suddenly froze.
The next moment, as if seeing a venomous snake, he hastily chased these memories out of his consciousness and buried them deep in his memory.
This text was from an ancient Martial Arts secret he had acquired early on, called ‘Swallowing Essence.’ It had once caused boundless turmoil in Cloud Realm, leading to numerous bloody conflicts, and it was known throughout the world as a taboo.
If he used this technique, it could resolve his conflict of bloodlines and even explosively increase his cultivation.
However, unless truly facing a life-threatening situation, he was reluctant to touch it, particularly with his dual vein constitution which could potentially introduce further complications.
And at that moment, he was still hesitating.
With a mournful sigh, Zong Shou instead dispersed all the gathered Essence into his limbs and bones, strengthening his physique.
Particularly his hands, making the muscle groups more solid and the sinews tougher.
Then, from a nearby woodland, he chopped down a block of Iron Wood commonly seen in Cloud Realm and, using his Fine Steel Treasure Sword, carved it into several wooden flying knives, each about half a foot long.
Standing by the carriage window, Zong Shou slightly raised his wrist, and a dark flash of light immediately shot out from his sleeve.
In an instant, it reached a small tree twenty yards from the carriage and firmly nailed itself there, emitting a ‘twang’ sound.
“Left half a millimeter!”
Ever since someone took control, the speed of the Cloud Flipping Chariot increased by a few points.
The targeted small tree whisked by in the field of view, disappearing in the blink of an eye.