[Wuxia] Chasing After the Beauties of Jin Yong's Novels (Tianlong Fengliu) (Complete) - 11

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Chapter Fifty-Seven:

Wu Long, like a phantom of the night, nimbly and swiftly traversed the various buildings of Canhe Manor. He quickly arrived at the small lake in the back garden. Wu Long crouched down behind a cluster of flowers by the lake and peered into the small pavilion in the water. His position was slightly angled towards the pavilion, and with his bright eyes in the darkness, he saw four large, elegant characters engraved on the pavilion's plaque: "Returning to the Water Pavilion!"

He walked to the front of the Returning to the Water Pavilion. The lake was about three zhang (approximately 10 meters) wide from the shore to the pavilion, with round wooden stakes driven into the water at intervals, leading down to the grass in front of the pavilion. Wu Long stretched out his foot to step onto the first stake, but suddenly thought something was amiss, and his foot froze, neither up nor down.

Could a place like the Returning to the Water Pavilion really be crossed so easily? This is what suddenly struck Wu Long as odd. In all the martial arts novels he'd read, important places, especially those hiding martial arts manuals, were always guarded by powerful figures, equipped with formidable traps, or sometimes both. Since the Huan Shi Water Pavilion didn't seem to be guarded, it was highly likely to be equipped with dangerous mechanisms. For example, he might step on it and suddenly several arrows would shoot out from the opposite side, or it might trigger an alarm. Therefore, he absolutely couldn't just step on it so rashly.

Thinking this, Wu Long took two steps to the side and then used his Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to cross the water and reach the grass on the other side. The door to the water pavilion wasn't locked. Wu Long remembered that the Huan Shi Water Pavilion, like the one at the foot of Wuliang Mountain in Dali, was used to store various martial arts manuals from the Central Plains. Admiring the ambition and methods of the Xiaoyao Sect, Wu Long naturally wanted to see what this Huan Shi Water Pavilion, known for its vast collection of martial arts manuals, was really like. At the same time, he was pushing his current limits to transcend mere curiosity without understanding. Of course, another purpose was Wu Long's true objective.

Hiding in the shadows, Wu Long watched the two maids busy guarding the area, a cold smile playing on his lips. He quietly picked up a pebble and threw it forcefully to the other side, making a thud that sounded like someone falling. The two maids exchanged a glance and shouted, "Who dares to trespass on this important place!" One of them drew her sword and walked over.

Suddenly, Wu Long rushed out from behind the shadows. Before the maid could even cry out, a sword aura intercepted her attack. With a strange twist of his body, he circled behind the maid and delivered a vicious chop to the back of her neck, instantly knocking her unconscious.

The maid who had gone out to investigate heard the whistling sound behind her and turned around. Wu Long was already behind her, letting out a strange, eerie laugh that sounded like a ghost's wail! The maid was terrified, her grip on her sword faltering. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck and then lost consciousness.

Wu Long dragged the two maids aside, took the opportunity to grope them a few times, and finding them quite appealing, chuckled and headed up to the pavilion. The

Huanshi Water Pavilion had three floors. The bottom two floors were simply for practicing sparring, while the top floor was where the real martial arts manuals were hidden. Wu Long reached the third floor but didn't encounter a single person, which puzzled him slightly, but he boldly continued forward.

Seeing the third floor empty except for a row of bookshelves, Wu Long became suspicious. He quietly made some noise, but after waiting for a while without any response, he boldly stepped out and went directly to the bookshelves.

After looking for a while, he became extremely frustrated. These weren't martial arts manuals at all; they were just rudimentary techniques widely circulated in the martial arts world. For example, Shaolin Long Fist, although more refined, had been known to almost everyone in the martial arts world since the time of the founding emperor. While not exactly the same as the authentic Shaolin style, it was still quite similar. Wu Long glanced at it and immediately lost interest. He wasn't there to find these things; he wanted to see the "Star Shifting Divine Skill" and the unique techniques of various sects. But judging from the layout, it clearly wasn't here.

Could it be hidden elsewhere? Or perhaps there's a secret chamber here? Wu Long thought for a moment, remembering that the Huan Shi Shui Pavilion was built against a mountain and beside a river. Judging from the rocky backing, there should be a secret chamber. But where? Wu Long began searching for the mechanism to open the secret chamber.

He searched for a long time, turning every vase and protruding carving clockwise and counterclockwise, but none of them worked. Frustrated, Wu Long slammed his hand on the bookshelf, knocking over several books.

Looking in the direction of the sound, Wu Long couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. There was nothing special about them; these were the only books on the shelf that were relatively clean and worn, as if someone had been handling them frequently. A thought struck Wu Long, and he immediately moved those books aside. Looking around, sure enough, there was a barely noticeable iron tiger head hidden behind it. Wu Long smiled slightly, immediately grabbed the tiger head, and spun it around. No, it didn't work. He spun it again, and sure enough, he heard a creaking sound. The other side of the bookshelf immediately opened, revealing a stone door. Wu Long quickly slipped inside. He didn't see a shadow move on the ground before disappearing.

The secret chamber wasn't large, with three layers inside and out. Bookshelves lined the walls, densely packed with secret manuals from various schools and sects, clearly labeled with titles like "Huashan Swordplay," "Wuliang Swordplay," and "Five Tigers Severing the Gate Saber Technique," etc., but there weren't any particularly famous techniques. Wu Long thought to himself, this is probably similar to the Huanshi Water Pavilion, nothing special. Wu Long walked to the innermost part, searching here and there, and finally found the bookshelf containing the Murong family's secret techniques. Wu Long immediately picked out the book "Shifting Stars and Changing Positions" and began to slowly flip through it from the first page.

After a long while, Wu Long let out a long breath, finally finishing reading, and felt a deep sense of understanding. He immediately wanted to meditate and cultivate, to test the Qi-regulating method of "Shifting Stars." Suddenly, he felt something strange in his lower abdomen, which puzzled him. He suddenly remembered what happened by Taihu Lake. That person had suddenly placed this thing in his pocket. Despite being seriously injured, that move was surprisingly skillful; no one else noticed except him. Judging from the pursuit that followed, it was clearly a rare treasure.

He had almost forgotten about it, having put it in his waist pocket. So much had happened that day that he only remembered it now. Wu Long's curiosity was piqued. He opened the pocket at his waist, unwrapped layers of brown paper, and revealed a box. The box was very ordinary, even somewhat worn and ugly, but it was quite heavy, made of lead. Wu Long's curiosity was further piqued, and he opened the box.

A moment later, a point of blue light appeared in the center of the darkness, dazzling and crystalline. The light gradually expanded, forming a cluster of dancing blue flames, filled with mystery. This extraordinary sight was truly unprecedented in Wu Long's life. The flames gradually shrank to the size of a fist, then transformed into a soft white light. That peaceful white light seemed to shine into everyone's hearts, and Wu Long heard the previously rapid breathing around him immediately calm down. As if the truth had been revealed, a pure white, flawless jade seal, gleaming with precious light, was revealed within the halo. The seal was engraved with a pattern of five intertwined dragons, the craftsmanship exquisite, but a corner was missing, which was filled with gold.

Wu Long felt his heart tremble. He thought of a name, a name known to every Chinese person: the priceless treasure of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, coveted by numerous warlords, the legendary "Returning the Jade Intact to Zhao," the priceless gem that Qin Shi Huang used to conquer the world and unify China!

At that moment, Wu Long felt an inseparable connection to the thousand-year history of his country. His hands trembled as he grasped the precious jade. An indescribable chill entered his palm. Wu Long secretly channeled his inner energy, carefully drawing the cold energy from the jade into his left palm, through his middle finger, along the Yangyu meridian outside his elbow to the Jianjing acupoint, then down the Dai meridian, and finally to the Du meridian on his back. Wherever the cold energy reached, Wu Long felt as if his meridians were about to burst, his heart pounding with restlessness as if it could explode at any moment, his hair standing on end, and his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth feeling as if they were sealed shut—a terribly uncomfortable experience. Only the Zuqiao acupoint between his eyebrows retained a trace of clarity, preventing him from going mad. Wu

Long controlled the speed at which the cold energy traveled through his meridians, hoping to neutralize and integrate it with his own yang and fiery inner energy, using the Beiming Divine Art for his own benefit. Unexpectedly, the mysterious and unpredictable power of the He Shi Bi jade suddenly increased exponentially as Wu Long absorbed the cold energy. A raging torrent surged into Wu Long's body, transforming into a vast and turbulent cold current that shattered Wu Long's own true energy, leaving it utterly defeated.

The scorching true energy, drawing upon the essence of heaven and earth, and the relentlessly penetrating cold energy from the He Shi Bi jade, simultaneously flowed into his body through the Yongquan acupoint on his right foot and the palm of his left hand. This time, Wu Long, having learned his lesson, adjusted his own true energy to synchronize with the cold energy from the He Shi Bi, allowing the two forces to converge at the most crucial acupoint in his lower dantian, the Life and Death Acupoint. One hot, one cold, energy from two different sources, entered his dantian like arrows.

Wu Long knew this was a moment that would determine life or death; his mind was as still as the moon reflected in a well, controlling his energy with his will. However, the cold energy from the He Shi Bi was vastly different from Kou Zhong's inexhaustible, vibrant true energy. Wu Long couldn't describe the cold energy from the He Shi Bi; it was unlike any other energy generated by the human body, yet it was irresistible and immensely powerful.

It was a terrifying energy accumulated within the small three-inch square space of the He Shi Bi, seemingly endless and boundless. The two streams of energy finally met at the dantian. Wu Long gathered his true energy again, and his own true energy immediately coiled around the cold air in a swirling motion.

"Boom!"

Wu Long was completely unaware of what was happening; he only felt all his meridians expand, then immediately contract. With each expansion and contraction, Wu Long's nerves felt as if they had been struck by an invisible iron hammer. Countless strange images flashed through his mind between the expansion and contraction: a sky full of stars, a vast void, a realm too strange to describe. Time and space stretched infinitely.

"Whoosh!"

Wu Long spat out a mouthful of blood, and after his meridians had expanded and contracted countless times, he regained consciousness. The cold air in his body had completely disappeared, replaced by an extremely strange feeling; his entire body's meridians seemed to be bathed in warm sunlight, an indescribable comfort.

At this moment, Wu Long's thoughts underwent a change he was unaware of, entering a realm he could never have dreamed of. Wu Long suddenly shuddered, as if his future self had experienced a moment of spiritual cleansing and a sense of self-abasement upon witnessing some moving deeds or scenes.

Suddenly, a strange connection formed between a point in Wu Long's pineal gland and his entire body, and even the vast earth. Wu Long's spiritual awareness rippled outwards across the earth like water, centered on the He Shi Bi jade, spreading inch by inch, sweeping over every person, every piece of earth, every blade of grass...

Wu Long "saw" everything within a radius of several hundred meters in this vast area. Wu Long found it unbelievable; this was what he had felt when breaking through to the Innate Realm, but now the range of his perception had expanded several hundred times. In the almost dazzling halo of the He Shi Bi jade, Wu Long saw...

What did Wu Long see? Wu Long saw countless vast spaces, each space so real, so immersive. Wu Long seemed to have become an insect with large compound eyes, and from each small eye, he saw an independent world.

Wu Long saw scattered stone castles, flower-filled streamside villages, solemn monasteries, and turning windmills… Suddenly, a huge, gleaming helmet, barely revealing the eyes, appeared. A medieval European knight, his entire body encased in chainmail, charged forward on horseback, wielding a massive lance. With a clang, the lance pierced a large, intricately carved iron shield, shattering it in the process. A similarly equipped knight behind the shield was thrown from his horse. Having killed one enemy, the knight drew a thick, long iron sword and swung it. A battle axe flew towards him, spinning. The knight nimbly ducked, the axe barely grazing his head, but then a chain-strung mace came crashing down, striking him squarely. On the knight's chest…

Wu Long saw an extremely luxurious palace: gold-paved floors, gold-cast beams and pillars, gold-plated domes, roaring artificial lions, singing mechanical nightingales, melodious musical fountains, and exotic belly dancers, acrobatic dwarfs, fire-breathing magicians… In the flower-filled royal garden, on an artificial lake the size of a reservoir, floated a yacht adorned with gold and silver. A king with short, curly brown hair, draped in a silk robe, was flirting with a blonde, blue-eyed, half-naked concubine amidst a spilled glass of red wine…

Wu Long saw flags fluttering everywhere on the land, thatched villages engulfed in smoke and fire, and a man wearing a gray straw hat and a belt… A short, yellow-skinned warrior wielding two swords ran across the fields, followed by several oddly shaped wheelbarrows moving side by side at breakneck speed. Each wheelbarrow had a rectangular platform studded with long spikes, resembling a modern razor. Eight warriors pushed each one, and they met the charging cavalry. A fallen cavalryman, his hat flying off, revealed a bald head with an ugly, sticking-up braid. Just as he was about to be captured, the cavalryman bared his teeth, pulled out a short sword, and slashed into his abdomen…

Wu Long saw: towering city walls reaching into the clouds, bustling streets, throngs of people, and in the city's central square stood a colossal pyramid temple, surrounded by carvings and hieroglyphics. A massive stone pillar surrounded four long, hundred-step staircases. A long procession ascended the steps, heading towards one of the two enormous ancient wells running north to south. Amidst the frenzied gestures of a bronze-skinned, bare-chested elder, pieces of jade, gold ornaments, colorful vases, and jade bowls, along with beautiful brown-skinned girls draped in snow-white veils, were thrown into the well…

Wu Long witnessed countless deaths and countless births. Then, all the scenes grew farther and farther away, smaller and smaller, transforming into land, sea, islands, and clouds, finally merging into a blue, oval sphere. This sphere looked so familiar; Wu Long remembered—it was clearly a globe from a later era! The vivid image he had just witnessed was exactly where Europe, the Middle East, Japan, and the Americas were on the globe. And the strange costumes worn by those people indicated…

Wu Long, struck dumb, had lost the ability to think normally. He felt as if he had become a wireless receiver, constantly receiving unprecedented foreign signals. His vision suddenly changed: Wu Long saw a sky full of rosy clouds, a red sun slowly rising, the boundless earth seemingly tinged with a faint blush. How strange! How could the rising sun have such a sustained, non-glaring red? Only the setting sun would be like that, but how could the setting sun rise?

Wu Long felt himself return to the earth, lying there quietly. To be precise, it wasn't Wu Long lying there, but "it." But what exactly it was, Wu Long didn't know; he only knew that he was looking out from its perspective.

Wu Long witnessed the magnificent beauty of nature, like a fast-forwarded scene from a movie: clouds drifting like shuttles, sunrise and sunset, the waxing and waning of the moon, the changing seasons, all shifting and changing rapidly. Wu Long saw rivers flowing backward, leaves flying backward, and beasts moving backward… Wu Long suddenly realized that what he had just seen was space, but now he was seeing time. Wu Long understood that he was stepping into a reversed time and space, traversing the long corridor of history. Therefore, Wu Long could describe the following flashback scene in normal language:

a high platform with blazing fire, a plaque with the three large characters "Xuanwu Tower," a Han emperor wearing a crown and imperial robes was immolating himself with firewood…

a sloping hillside with a chilling wind, overgrown with miscellaneous trees, a white silk ribbon hanging from which hung a voluptuous and beautiful woman, a weary emperor gazing into the distance with tears in his eyes…

a winding garden, another stunningly beautiful woman covering her mouth in shock, her bright eyes sparkling with a cunning gaze, a handsome and valiant young general wielding a halberd and thrusting it at a large bearded man. The Prime Minister…

In the enchanting harem, two identical beauties, with their cloud-like hair, slender waists, and snow-white skin, dance lightly around a lustful emperor…

In the magnificent palace, a godlike hero laughs wildly, while in the distance, endless palaces are engulfed in flames… At the

foot of a majestic mountain, a man with broken legs lies on the ground, weeping bitterly while embracing a stubborn rock…

Wu Long suddenly realizes, “It” is the He Shi Bi jade. Wu Long sees the He Shi Bi's past, and also the past of Chinese history. Since its discovery, the He Shi Bi jade, which became the Imperial Seal of the State from Zhao to Qin, has always accompanied the highest echelons of power in every era, thus becoming the most continuous, objective, and authoritative witness to pre-Song history, faithfully recording the highest level of historical facts of dynastic changes and power shifts. For some unknown reason, “It” possesses a spirituality that humans cannot explain, allowing Wu Long to see thousands of years of Chinese history from the perspective of an absolute bystander, without a trace of subjective conjecture.

Suddenly everything went black; it was plunged into boundless darkness. Could it have returned to the belly of the mountain?

Suddenly, a burst of light appeared. A sage in a yellow robe stood atop a high altar, facing the sun and raising the stubborn stone. Kneeling behind him was a warrior wearing a bronze helmet with ox horns and bronze armor made of animal hides. The ox-horned warrior raised his head, his eyes behind the bronze mask revealing reverence…

At the summit of the mountain, the ox-horned warrior stood atop a chariot, the stubborn stone prominently embedded in its front. The warrior raised his arm and roared, and waves of nine-colored warriors, brandishing their weapons and halberds, charged down the mountain towards the yellow-robed warriors, whose totem was the bear. In the pouring rain, the nine-colored warriors utterly defeated the yellow-robed warriors. Then, a great drought struck. The nine-colored warriors, clad in heavy armor, sweated profusely under the scorching sun, their movements hampered, and were annihilated one by one by the lightly armed yellow-robed warriors…

Wu Long's heart stirred, recalling the legend known to every descendant of the Yellow Emperor: the Yellow Emperor's battle against Chi You—giving birth to the ancestors of the Chinese nation.

The He Shi Bi jade was inextricably linked to the origins of the Chinese nation. Wu Long, from tomorrow, by chance, stumbled upon this earth-shattering secret, a secret capable of overturning the ages. Like a newborn infant meeting its mother for the first time, Wu Long was overwhelmed with emotion, a profound sense of fulfillment washing over him. Wu Long felt he wasn't holding a mere stone or a jade seal, but a living entity that had grown alongside his people, practically the heart of a nation—ah! Wu Long's heart skipped a beat; the heartbeat came from it!

Chapter 57 of the First Part: Fallen Heavenly Dragon World: A Strange Illusion.

Wu Long closed his eyes, and instantly, the inner and outer worlds merged into one. Never before had he felt his own existence, the meaning of life, as he did now. He activated his inner vision technique and was immediately astonished, followed by a surge of ecstatic joy and a satisfaction that demanded nothing more. His meridians were strengthened exponentially. Although his power didn't increase immediately, with continued diligent practice, he would surely achieve twice the result with half the effort. It's known that human strength has its limits; for a master of his caliber, making even an inch of progress is nearly impossible. But after the

extraordinary transformation he just experienced, he was like a puddle turned into a bottomless abyss. Every acupoint and meridian had been reborn, becoming a treasure trove with limitless potential. How could he not be overjoyed? He felt his severe internal injuries completely healed, and every pore of his body felt indescribably comfortable. This process, euphemistically called a rebirth or marrow cleansing, essentially strengthened the meridians' capacity, multiplying the volume of true qi or accelerating its flow. In just a short time, he had already laid the foundation for becoming a top master. Usually, such processes require a long and arduous struggle; Wu Long's feat, achieved in mere breaths, was truly an unprecedented miracle in martial arts history. Although his power had only increased slightly, and he still needed more time to cultivate, it was already extraordinary. Human strength has its limits, like a wooden bucket that can only hold a certain amount of water. But after being transformed by the He Shi Bi, it had become a pool of water whose depth no one knew. From now on, it would depend on how much water Wu Long could draw from it.

Overjoyed, Wu Long stopped looking at the manual. His entire body instantly became burning hot, and he channeled his true energy into the He Shi Bi.

The jade immediately shone brightly, overflowing with colorful light. Wu Long shuddered violently, as if struck by lightning. It was an indescribable, intense feeling. It was as if the He Shi Bi had come alive, radiating unparalleled spiritual power, trying to invade Wu Long's mind and body.

Strange and unfamiliar scenes appeared one after another, making him so agitated that he almost screamed mad, as if trapped in an inescapable nightmare.

Wu Long's scorching Northern Darkness True Energy unleashed the jade's violent side. But by this point, he was already in a bind, unable to back down. Wu Long could only disperse all his energy, focusing his remaining clarity on the ancestral acupoint in his spiritual center, and persevere. Wu Long felt the extraordinary power within the He Shi Bi surging forth with an even greater ferocity than before, pouring into his palm like a wild horse, then rushing into his body through every major and minor meridian.

Wu Long had never expected this. In an instant, he realized it must be related to his strengthened meridian energy. His blood and qi seemed to freeze, while the cold energy from the He Shi Bi only increased, flowing endlessly. Suddenly, it transformed into a swirling current of hot and cold, like thousands of mischievous burrowing rats wriggling and rampaging through his body, leaving no meridian untouched. Strangely, the cold current was clearly much stronger than the hot current.

Even with his unwavering will, he almost couldn't help but scream and groan. His blood and qi surged throughout his body, his meridians felt as if they were about to explode, the pain exceeding any limit anyone could endure. The destructive power of radiation was palpable. Illusions flooded his mind, one after another, endless bizarre scenes. With each circulation of qi, Wu Long's meridians seemed to expand slightly. After accelerating, they suddenly slowed down, repeating this cycle countless times and for an unknown amount of time. Suddenly, Wu Long felt a sharp pain, as if the sky were falling and the earth were splitting open, as if his meridians were about to explode.

With a deafening boom, the jade erupted with a light akin to a super-explosive burst. A tangible, icy liquid surged into his pineal gland, causing Wu Long's mind to go blank. He found himself in a wondrous microscopic world, a world he seemed to roam endlessly within. He had become a cell, reveling in and exploring the vast, universe-like secrets of the human body. Suddenly, he felt colorful particles seep through his skin and into his body, rapidly traveling towards his brain. Intrigued, he quickly followed. Soon

, he arrived in an even more wondrous and magnificent world, filled with a dense network of light. Within this network, luminous objects moved at near-light speed, and the colorful particles also moved rapidly, gradually disappearing from view, becoming only streaks of rainbow-like light radiating from them.

In no time, as more and more colorful particles entered the network, the space became bustling. Many beautiful emerald green particles, trailing graceful lines, flew at high speeds, colliding with the network's numerous branches, creating a breathtaking spectacle like a shower of petals. The originally slender network branches, with each impact, gradually thickened, becoming more resilient against the emerald green collisions. The scene was spectacular, yet extremely chaotic.

Then, at this moment, a gigantic, transparent white dragon appeared from the network. This dragon immediately began devouring the emerald green particles at an even higher speed, ignoring the newly arrived colorful particles. It only devoured the particles after they had grown powerful enough to travel at high speed. The emerald green particles, clearly unwilling to be swallowed so easily, struggled and fought their way through each attempt before being consumed. Later, the emerald green particles became intelligent; many of them coalesced, growing to the size of the white dragon.

The two giant dragons began to fight. As the colorful dragon absorbed the emerald green, it grew stronger and stronger, while the white dragon gradually became outmatched. Seeing its weakness, the white dragon quickly retreated and engaged in guerrilla warfare with the colorful dragon within the net. However, it seemed to be following a certain direction, gradually leading the colorful dragon to the vicinity of a bright white vortex. That vortex seemed extremely powerful; the white dragon instantly disappeared into it, or perhaps it had emerged from there.

The colorful dragon also realized something was wrong and was about to retreat when suddenly many tentacles, the same size as the white dragon, emerged from the vortex, immobilizing the colorful dragon. Before the colorful dragon could struggle, it was violently dragged into the vortex, where it seemed to churn for a moment before calming down. A short while later, another long white dragon emerged from the vortex, continuing the same trick. After devouring countless colorful dragons, the vortex finally stopped producing white dragons, and no more colorful particles entered the cyberspace. Only then did it become apparent that the branches of the network were much thicker than before, resembling totems, and the faint glow within them had become even brighter. The

commotion had subsided, so it withdrew and began circulating through its meridians. It noticed that white particles were constantly seeping into its skin, being absorbed by its meridians. As the meridians absorbed these particles, they grew thicker, their faint glow flowing within them.

The meridians, as if imbued with life, pulsed slightly with the flowing light, undergoing strange changes. First, the branches of the meridians noticeably increased, becoming thinner and more extended. Now, the meridians within the body seemed to be growing and changing wildly, like a strange creature. Finally, at the peak of this momentum, those wildly "growing" meridians suddenly disappeared, leaving only the original main meridians, now almost imperceptible. The true qi and spiritual power within the body seemed no longer needed within the meridians; it was as if his entire body had become the meridians. Perhaps, at some point, those almost imperceptible meridians would also disappear. Now, his body was suddenly empty; the true qi and spiritual power couldn't fill such a large space, only moving randomly yet with a certain regularity.

He returned to the vicinity of the spiritual energy vortex. Because he was now existing as pure spiritual power, he could reach any place, so he entered the spiritual energy vortex. Upon entering, he discovered that it was another world unknown to him. Inside, it resembled a galaxy, with numerous "solar systems" swirling around a central point of light, a magnificent, vast, and breathtaking sight.

Wu Long suddenly recalled a concept from his physics studies: an atom is like a miniature solar system.

We know the sun is at the center of the solar system, and far, far away, planets orbit it. Most of the matter in the solar system is concentrated in the sun; the mass of the planets is negligible compared to the sun. However, because the sun's volume occupies only a small portion of the solar system, most of it is actually empty. The

atom is similar: at its center is a tiny nucleus, its diameter only a few tens of thousands of times that of the entire atom. However, the vast majority of the atom's mass is concentrated in the nucleus. The mass of an electron is insignificant compared to the nucleus. Wu Long's consciousness was drawn to the vortex at the center of the galaxy, perceiving it as a giant black hole. His consciousness jolted, and he once again entered a strange illusion.

Wu Long saw a typical American mountain, and a tall, burly man walking along it. Focusing his attention, Wu Long finally made out the man's appearance—a typical American. If Wu Long had emotions, he would have been utterly astonished, for he knew this American very well; he was the person who had introduced him to and managed his underground boxing matches in America! Strangely, however, 'Wu Long' showed no emotion. He seemed like a machine, coldly observing everything. Despite his tall stature, Walton was incredibly agile. He darted left and right through the mountain, his movements as swift as lightning, quickly arriving at the edge of a dense forest. This forest was lush and verdant, with thick trunks and leaves as large as an adult's palm, completely obscuring the view. A sense of danger emanated from within, instilling fear and deterring anyone from entering.

Walton slowed his pace, strolling into the woods as if taking a leisurely walk. A path wound its way through the dense forest, stretching deeper into the unknown. Countless menacing eyes lurked in the shadows on either side of the path; any stranger entering would likely meet their end within a few steps.

This was a secret research base; the contents, once exposed, would cause a massive upheaval in the world.

Walton was clearly not a first-timer; none of the people hidden in the woods came forward to stop him, allowing him to swagger in. At the end of the path was a large villa, surrounded by an iron fence. A gate opened before the path, where several armed soldiers stood, their gazes cold and calculating, their hands steady and unwavering as they held their guns. A chilling aura emanated from them; they were clearly special forces soldiers honed through countless life-or-death experiences.

Upon seeing someone approach, they immediately raised their guns, safety on full throes. The muzzles were aimed at the blurry figure deep within the path, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust. The soldiers' weapons were all extremely powerful and penetrating, easily capable of killing a dozen people. When he reached a point not far from the gate, the guards recognized him and immediately lowered their weapons, standing at attention and giving Walton a solemn salute.

Walton nodded with his hands behind his back and walked inside. Squads of soldiers patrolled the courtyard, preventing enemy spies from infiltrating; clearly, the research here was highly classified. Upon seeing Walton, the patrolling soldiers stopped and saluted him; Walton simply nodded without speaking. He walked straight towards the villa. The villa's walls and windows had numerous small openings, concealing the muzzles of heavy machine guns. This disguised the villa as an impregnable fortress; even if the enemy managed to enter the courtyard, breaching the villa itself would be virtually impossible.

As he entered the villa, a high-ranking officer rushed to the hall to greet him. Upon meeting, the officer saluted and showered him with flattery. Walton's usually dry face blossomed into a wide smile, and he repeatedly praised the officer for his youth and competence. After the pleasantries, Walton finally got to the point: "How's the research going?" This officer

was the highest-ranking official in charge of the secret research here. Hearing Walton's question, the officer's expression turned serious, and he replied, "Reporting to the General, the research has made some progress, but there are still no completely successful examples." Walton frowned and ordered,

"You, take me to see."

"Yes, sir!" the officer nodded in response, "General, please follow me." He then walked towards a long, narrow corridor leading to the living room.

Walton followed behind, navigating a maze of interconnected, narrow corridors. This maze was deliberately designed to prevent spies from easily entering; the corridors were narrow enough for only one person to pass at a time, leaving no room for spies or enemies to hide. Even more insidious and ruthless was the fact that once an intrusion alarm sounded, numerous openings would appear in the walls along these narrow corridors, allowing the enemy to be eliminated.

A few minutes later, the two arrived at a study. The officer pressed a button on a well-disguised spot on the wall, and a bookcase near the wall silently slid open, revealing an elevator. The officer walked over, placed his right hand on an LCD screen, and simultaneously looked into a circular hole.

A blue light appeared on the LCD screen, slowly tracing down the officer's right hand, while a beam of red light shone from the circular hole into his eyes. A few seconds later, a mechanical female voice announced, "Palm print detection correct, pupil detection correct, you may enter." With a soft click, the elevator doors opened.

The officer led Walton into the elevator, pressed the down button, and the elevator shuddered, rapidly descending into the ground. A few minutes later, it had descended several hundred meters underground before finally stopping after a moment of disorientation. This was a secret research lab built hundreds of meters underground. Fluorescent lights illuminated the space brightly, making it as bright as day. The floor was entirely white, and guards stood watch every three or five steps, numerous heavily armed soldiers. Both sides were separated by large, thick, transparent glass partitions. Through the glass, one could see numerous electronic instruments inside, their red, yellow, green, and blue indicator lights flashing incessantly, clearly working diligently. Furthermore, many researchers in white lab coats moved about inside, intently working.

The officer led Wharton deeper into the research lab. After pushing open countless sturdy steel doors, they finally arrived at a spacious laboratory. Inside, many researchers in white lab coats were gathered around a massive, cylindrical container made of bulletproof glass. Some were taking notes while observing the container, while others were pointing, talking, and discussing the contents.

Under the light, the container was filled with a green liquid. A strong, Asian man, with numerous tubes inserted into his body, lay with his eyes closed like an infant's. When 'Wu Long' saw this young man, his usually cold and unresponsive emotions finally stirred violently! It was him!

"Ahhhhhh!"

All the scenery blurred, and then Wu Long's consciousness returned. The first thing that struck him was the dense "Shifting Stars" technique. The room was completely dark, and the ancient treasure, the He Shi Bi, had vanished! At the same time, Wu Long felt a stench assault his body. He was covered in a black, muddy substance that emitted a foul odor.

Wu

Long didn't even bother to think about what had just happened in that bizarre illusion. He quickly went out to wash himself, jumping into the small lake outside the Huan Shi Water Pavilion. He washed himself carefully, and as he washed, Wu Long suddenly realized that his skin was peeling off. That layer of dark skin peeled off in the water, his face, chest, waist, and legs—no part was spared. Without Wu Long even rubbing, it fell off on its own, floated in the water, and then instantly dissolved. But the new skin that grew back didn't look white at all; it was just as dark as before, and it even seemed to have a faint bronze sheen.

Seeing this, Wu Long was initially startled, but then, feeling only a slight tingling sensation all over his body, he relaxed and soaked in the hot spring, letting his skin peel. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong with the top of his head. Wu Long's heart tightened, and he reached out to touch it—damn it, it was completely bald!

This terrified him. He'd washed himself bald in the hot spring; wouldn't he really become a monk? Wouldn't Abi laugh him to death when he got back? Just as he was anxiously preparing to get up, a tingling sensation suddenly came from his head. He reached out and touched it, and instantly, a layer of short hair, about half a finger's length, had grown back. In a short while, all the hair had grown back to its original length before stopping. He stood up from the lake. At this moment, the sky was filled with twinkling stars, like thousands of eyes, and the moonlight was like a gentle wash, softly sprinkling on the lake surface. Bathed in moonlight, Wu Long's strong muscles, beneath his bronze skin, seemed to contain boundless power. From a distance, he truly looked like a god descended to earth.

Wu Long felt as if he had been reborn. His body felt indescribably comfortable; every inch of his skin, every hair, was new. This feeling was even more comfortable than entering the Innate Realm. He almost wanted to shout, but he refrained, thinking it would disturb others. Wu Long began to ponder, not rushing back to read the manual. He started thinking about where the He Shi Bi had gone. Could it have merged into his body? But that wasn't the main point. During the two times his body was cleansed by the precious jade's energy, he had seen strange illusions. The first one was easy to understand; the He Shi Bi was a peculiar object from outer space, possessing mysterious energy, and had strangely collected some historical information about Earth. However, after the second fusion, his consciousness returned to the 21st century, where he saw his manager, Walton, and that mysterious laboratory, which he found utterly perplexing.

Walton was Wu Long's best friend in America. He was the one who took Wu Long in and introduced him to the underground boxing world. He served as Wu Long's manager, trainer, and personal doctor. When Wu Long desperately needed to improve his strength to challenge the former underground kingpin, Walton used his connections to get him the latest gene-enhancing drug and even paid a third of the cost. Wu Long was extremely grateful. Before returning home, Walton personally saw him off at the airport. If it weren't for the unexpected accident that brought him to this strange world of Tianlong, he would have contacted Walton as soon as he got back. But what was happening in the illusion? Walton was actually a general and controlled a very strange laboratory. Most terrifyingly, one of the test subjects was himself!

What was going on? Was the woman he saw purely an illusion, or had the mysterious energy of the He Shi Bi caused his consciousness to travel through time and space? Wu Long carefully recalled his time with Walton, and suddenly remembered that Walton frequently drew his blood during physical examinations. This was normal, but what was most peculiar was that Walton would often disappear for several days at a time. Once, during a competition, Wu Long was scratched by an opponent who had applied poison to his hand. Although he killed the opponent, he was also poisoned. Walton happened to be away, so Wu Long went to the hospital for treatment. However, a month later, a fire broke out at the hospital, and everyone was burned to death. It was said to be a medical accident, but now the more he thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed!

Wu Long's pupils contracted! He felt an inexplicable fear and anger. He forced himself to calm down. He was now in a world a thousand years ago, a world that had nothing to do with him anymore. Wu Long thought to himself, feeling somewhat gloomy. He was so lonely in this world, far lonelier than in America. Fortunately, he had some close female friends. Wu Long suddenly had an urgent desire. Instead of returning to the Water Pavilion, he used the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to walk on water and leave.

Abi was fast asleep when she suddenly felt a gust of wind. It was Wu Long beside her. Overjoyed, she hugged him tightly, saying,

"Young Master, you're back!"

Her voice was soft and sweet, like her singing. Wu Long said affectionately,

"Yes, I went to Huanshi Water Pavilion. I'll be there for the next few days to study the secret manuals, so I won't be able to stay with you. Tonight, I want to make it up to you."

"What kind of make-up?"

Abi was confused, but Wu Long suddenly pounced on her, pinning her down. His erect member immediately pressed against the entrance of her flower path, ready to enter. Abi couldn't help but scold, "Oh, you're asking for trouble!"

But her body was limp, lacking strength.

Wu Long said, "Hehe, here I come!" With that, he thrust in forcefully.

"Ugh, be gentle... ah... don't you know how to be gentle with me..."

Abi felt her whole body melt, turning into boiling water, surging and churning, enjoying the most intense pleasure. Aside from being initially pinned down by overwhelming force, her clothes torn to shreds, and then being subjected to the unparalleled, domineering power of that incomparably mighty dragon head, what she subsequently felt was a relentless baptism of wind and rain. In this baptism, her body and soul gradually melted, transforming into the surging waves, one higher than the next, roaring, screaming, and going mad. Two bodies intertwined, rolling and tumbling, forgetting time, forgetting space.

Abi rose and fell repeatedly at the peak, completely intoxicated by that extreme, frenzied pleasure, gradually becoming intoxicated, obsessed, and lost in ecstasy. The strong body in her arms, possessing seemingly inexhaustible explosive power, continuously pounded into her, pushing her ever higher, ever deeper into that soul-stirring madness and frenzy.

Wu Long felt his internal energy growing ever larger and stronger, constantly circulating throughout his body, and the Northern Darkness True Energy was gradually being stirred up, flowing abundantly throughout his entire being. His body tirelessly repeated the movements of climbing the peak of spiritual desire, yet his mind was serene, entering a state of undying stillness. He seemed to see his inner energy surging uncontrollably through his meridians. The throbbing pain in his meridians drove his body into a frenzy.

Initially, the inner energy, like a mighty river, widened his meridians by three-tenths of an inch, circulating through all twelve meridians of his hands and feet and the Ren and Du meridians according to the Northern Darkness Divine Art, forming a grand cycle. After one hundred and eight cycles, Wu Long felt a boom in his brain and fell into unconsciousness. Unfortunately, his body's instincts drove him to continue moving. Meanwhile, the inner energy within him was gradually converging, as if he had experienced something similar before. The inner energy rapidly condensed into bundles, no longer so vast and mighty, but forming thin threads that intertwined and flowed throughout his body. Wu Long felt as if he were being boiled in water. His vital acupoints not only felt warm and indescribably comfortable, but also throbbed subtly, the rhythm subtly in sync with his heartbeat. His internal energy, gathered in his dantian, was naturally dispersed by the rapidly spinning vortex, flowing out from the depths of the vortex and coalescing into a stream of liquid internal energy that circulated throughout his body again. This continued for a long time until Wu Long regained his senses and, in the throes of ultimate pleasure, erupted wildly! Wu Long said, "I'm coming!" Then, with a roar, he suddenly ejaculated. Abi's body trembled uncontrollably, clearly having reached her peak. She gasped for breath, saying, "Oh, I almost died!"

Wu Long chuckled, "Now you know how powerful I am!"

After resting for a while, Wu Long thrust his hips again, preparing to continue, but Abi said, "I can't take it anymore, you, why do you want more?"

Seeing her tear-streaked face, still bearing the traces of her violent outburst, Wu Long tenderly stroked her cheek, wiping away her tears, and pulled away, saying, "Never mind, I'll bear with it!"

Abi said, "You took me five times in one night, I really can't take it anymore."

Wu Long was taken aback, then thought for a moment, and chuckled: It seems I'm getting more and more vigorous. However, Abi probably can't handle him alone, which is a big problem.

He thought to himself, if he could take care of Azhu and Wang Yuyan, that would be wonderful. But then he shook his head, sat down, circulated his qi, and began to cultivate the Northern Darkness Divine Art. He discovered that if he cultivated the Northern Darkness Divine Art after each "vigorous exercise," it seemed to have a twice-good effect. Although his internal strength hadn't increased, its purity was several levels higher than before. He always felt that the Northern Darkness Divine Art within him was somewhat different from the orthodox version. Although the mental technique was still the same, the effect was rather strange. Was it his own fault, or was it due to cultivating the "Yin Yang Harmony Divine Art"? Wu Long shook his head, focusing intently on his practice.

His Ren and Du meridians and the twelve regular meridians each formed two small cycles, which then connected to form a large circulation. The surging internal energy, like a suddenly launched liquid, flowed swiftly and ceaselessly within his body. His meridians slowly expanded, while the gathered internal energy gradually shrank, converging and even showing a tendency to condense. The vortex in his dantian spun wildly, drawing in the semi-liquid internal energy. The powerful force of the rotation tore it into small droplets, which were then sucked into the depths of the vortex, condensing into another, more liquid and textured internal energy, flowing outwards, following a predetermined trajectory, throughout his meridians. Wu Long felt refreshed, completely immersed in the experience.

...

A'Zhu quietly lay on the headboard, looking at the clear moonlight outside the window, listening to the sound of the breeze rustling the water. Her face flushed crimson with embarrassment. Her body burned with an intense heat, a desperate urge to throw off the thin blanket and strip off her undergarment completely. She tossed and turned, her eyes wide as she stared at the top of the mosquito net, her breathing equally erratic. Her entire body was burning hot. Slowly, carefully, she moved her legs, closing them tightly, gently rubbing her inner thighs, savoring the strange sensation, the pleasure that seemed to melt her soul.

After a long while, she finally couldn't bear it any longer, letting out a heavy groan. A wet, slippery sensation welled up at the base of her thighs. She quickly closed her eyes in shame, her heavy breathing becoming even more rapid. Her body trembled slightly, still immersed in the pleasure she had just experienced. Her fair thighs glistened with a crystalline light, and she gasped, "It's all that stinky monk's fault!"

The moon seemed shy, unable to bear the scene, and quietly hid behind the clouds. The rippling water seemed to resonate with this surging spring passion.

Azhu covered her ears tightly with the blanket, but the shameful sounds couldn't be stopped; they still reached her ears clearly. Annoyed, she threw off the blanket, walked to a spot outside, and sat down. The lake water rippled gently at her feet, a breeze swept by, and her hair danced lightly. In the moonlight, she possessed a refreshing beauty. Unfortunately, the lewd sounds emanating from inside the pavilion completely shattered this beautiful atmosphere. Azhu felt a burning desire; a daring thought crossed her mind: to rush in, to go into that room, and tell him, "I love you!" But she didn't dare. Therefore, she could only stare blankly at the lake, hoping the breeze could soothe her turbulent emotions.

...

The sixteen-character mantra of Tai Chi: "Empty and agile at the top, chest relaxed and back straight, waist relaxed and hips drooping, shoulders sinking and elbows dropping." It requires the practitioner to act purely with intention, avoiding force. Its essence is: unity of form and spirit. Once you achieve this, you can say you've truly entered the realm of Tai Chi. As for the rest, Abi, you'll need to gradually understand it through practice. Azhu

gently rubbed her dark circles, sat down at her dressing table, sighed deeply, and left the room. Outside the Tingxiang Pavilion, Wu Long was personally instructing Abi. To improve Abi's strength, Wu Long had to put in a lot of effort, teaching her the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique). He learned Tai Chi because of its principles of using minimal force to overcome great strength, and using softness to conquer hardness. If Abi could learn and master it, then at least when he wasn't around, she would be less in danger and more capable of protecting herself.

Azhu secretly watched them from inside the pavilion, her beautiful eyes fixed intently on Wu Long's imposing figure. Although he wasn't conventionally handsome, he possessed a unique charm. Compared to other dashing young men, Wu Long seemed like an ice bear from the far north, exuding a powerful allure; yet his gentle demeanor, refined speech, and bright eyes gave one a sense of ambiguity, a blend of reason and power. The feeling was as if he were the waves of Taihu Lake, unrestrained yet peaceful.

As if sensing something, Wu Long would occasionally glance back in A Zhu's direction, each time making A Zhu's heart pound with fear, thinking: "Has he discovered me?" She turned her blushing face away, but the feeling vanished. Looking back, she saw Wu Long embracing A Bi's beautiful body, patiently explaining what "round and smooth" and "unity of form and spirit" meant. A Bi's face was full of happiness, her autumn eyes reflecting only her beloved. What Wu Long explained went in one ear and out the other, leaving only a vague impression, a half-understood understanding. But she loved this feeling, loved being cared for. Seeing her like this, Wu Long felt a slight displeasure, but quickly forgot it. He coughed twice, reminding A Bi to pay attention, and the two continued their practice. As for Wang Yuyan, she sat at a distance, utterly astonished by Wu Long's Tai Chi, a style of martial arts that was surprisingly advanced and wondrous. She thought to herself:

"What kind of martial art is this? It's unheard of, and so miraculous! Even the 'Shifting Stars' technique is far beyond its reach. It seems to be a Taoist skill. Could he be from a Taoist sect?"

————I cut————

In the Water Pavilion,

Wu Long held a book, examining it closely. It was a book called "The Arhat Subduing Demon Divine Skill," decorated with many strange clay figures. Their expressions ranged from joyful to weeping, from furious to kind and gentle, none alike. The energy pathways on the puppets were completely different from those depicted on the clay figures. The puppets were decorated with a set of "Arhat Subduing Demon Divine Skill" created by senior monks of the Shaolin School. Each puppet was an Arhat. This divine skill was a culmination of Buddhist internal energy cultivation, extremely profound and subtle. The first step alone, "Concentrating the Mind and Returning to the Origin," required the elimination of all worldly thoughts and distractions. Perhaps only one in ten thousand people could achieve this. Clever and quick-witted people are always full of thoughts

, but those of duller intellect cannot grasp the myriad complexities involved. The high monk who created this divine skill knew that it was rare to find someone in the world who possessed both intelligence and purity. Although there are many monks in the Buddhist order who are both gifted and have cultivated themselves to the point of being untainted by material desires, if they were to practice this divine skill, they would inevitably become completely absorbed in martial arts, becoming a major obstacle to realizing the Buddhist path. Buddhism calls greed, anger, and ignorance the three poisons; greed for wealth and lust is greed, but so is indulging in meditative pleasures and martial arts. If one were to successfully master this martial art, it would undoubtedly be a first-rate achievement in Buddhism. Wu Long secretly lamented the loss of such a powerful master, as his own Beiming Divine Skill was already mastered. Moreover, he had experienced too much in his life to possibly cultivate a true divine skill.

He silently memorized the skill, knowing that while he couldn't cultivate it himself, he might be able to find a suitable successor in the future.

This was his eighth day in the Huanshi Water Pavilion. Using his photographic memory, Wu Long selectively memorized the martial arts he needed. While memorizing texts wouldn't make him a peerless master, Wu Long, though skilled, lacked keen observation. This dense collection of martial arts knowledge suddenly gave him a sense of clarity. Putting down the book, Wu Long felt... A wave of exhaustion washed over him. To memorize this dense text, he barely had time to eat, meditating for only an hour a day, spending the rest of his time reading. Even an iron man would find this exhausting, let alone someone as skilled as him, given the energy required for memorizing and understanding such dense material. He walked to a window, glanced at the flowing water, and let out a large yawn. His eyelids grew heavier, and his head began to droop uncontrollably towards his chest. He had once again entered a strange dream. (

Part One: Fallen Heavenly Dragon World, Chapter Fifty-Nine: Burning with Lust, The Lady is Gone, Arrogance 1,

Chapter Sixty)

The passageway appeared very long, open on one side and a dead end on the other. Only at the end of the passageway on the other side was there a bright white light; upon closer inspection, something seemed to be floating inside. Looking more closely into the water jar, a python's head appeared on the glass! The python seemed to have mutated; its large head had two long ears, its eyes were incredibly large, its teeth were like two sharp sickles with serrated edges, and its thick body had four thin, small legs. Various animals, or rather monsters, emerged from the jar! There were dogs with pig bodies, cats with wolf bodies, tigers with crocodile bodies, and at the far end, in a large jar, emerged a human.

The officer respectfully gestured and introduced,

"General, please look, this is our twenty-seventh test subject."

Walton's eyes lit up, and he quickly walked to the glass screen wall, looking at the person inside. In the culture medium, the Eastern man's eyes were tense, but his limbs were terrifyingly strong, with thick muscles bulging and tendons twisting, quite astonishing. His back was not only thin but also twice the length of a normal person's, with red muscles protruding, showing his devilish waist and terrifying explosive power; his hands had bulging veins, large and prominent knuckles, and fingernails that were three inches long, flashing with a cold light as sharp as a blade.

Walton asked,

"How's his attack power?"

"Haven't tested it yet, but judging from the data, he's completely surpassed human limits, much stronger than a level three gene beast. It's just that mental power is too elusive; we can't test it."

"Oh? To be able to compare to a level three combat beast is truly remarkable. This Easterner's genes are indeed peculiar; his cells seem to contain a peculiar gene fragment. It's a pity he insisted on going back despite my advice. If he hadn't met that person, I would have forcibly kept him. However, to prevent the secrets of his body from being revealed, I had no choice but to destroy him myself, making him 'accidentally' die in a plane crash." After

muttering to himself for a moment, Walton looked up and said,

"Wake him up."

"Yes, General."

A few minutes later, the liquid was drained, the glass separated, and the man opened his eyes. His eyes were peculiar, devoid of any emotion, instead displaying a beastly madness. *Whoosh! Whoosh!* "Like a clear fan, it echoed in the ears of those surrounding us, emitting a shrill howl that was neither human nor audible, reverberating throughout the underground research lab.

A few minutes later, the rationality in Subject Twenty-Seven's eyes finally vanished, leaving only a frenzied, blood-red ripple spreading outwards. 'Whoosh—!'" "This howl was absolutely earth-shattering, soul-stirring, unlike any howl before. Everyone heard brutality, bloodlust, madness, murderous intent, and danger in that deafening roar. All the underground researchers who heard it felt a sudden chill of fear creep into their hearts. All the researchers watching and recording around the glass container took a step back in unison, their faces filled with panic.

Only Walton stood motionless before the glass container, his eyes gleaming with excitement, staring intently at the 'humanoid beast' within.

Subject Twenty-Seven began to move. His bloodshot eyes surveyed his surroundings, and suddenly, he transformed into a blur, slamming his head against the glass container with lightning speed. 'Boom!'" The bulletproof glass container vibrated violently from the impact.

The researchers in the direction of the attack were terrified by the sudden attack. In that instant, they forgot there was a bulletproof glass barrier between them; they screamed in terror, their upper bodies reflexively throwing them backward, landing flat on their backs. They were then limp and unable to get up for a long time.

Subject number twenty-seven, of course, failed to break through the bulletproof glass. He howled, his teeth clenched, his hands and claws gripping the smooth bulletproof glass tightly, his legs thrashing wildly at the bottom of the glass. "Screech! Screech!" The sound, like a grinding wheel sharpening iron, jolted everyone's nerves. Sharp, pointed hands left five white claw marks on the hard, bulletproof glass. Due to gravity, his claws eventually couldn't support his weight and slowly slid down. With his descent, the nails and claws on his hands extended ten clearly defined white claw marks onto the inner wall of the bulletproof glass, a horrifying sight that sent chills down the spines of the researchers present.

Subject Twenty-Seven, now on the ground, was clearly furious that he hadn't been able to break the glass that held him. "Ugh! Ugh!" he roared furiously, letting out two deafening cries, then retreated a few steps before frantically slamming into the spot where he had first struck. "Boom!" The entire glass container trembled again.

Subject Twenty-Seven, now on the ground, persisted, retreating and charging forward repeatedly. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" "...The container vibrated continuously from the repeated impacts, causing the entire research lab to tremble.

——————Separation——————

Wu Long's body jolted awake. Looking around, he was bewildered for a moment, then his brows furrowed. He hadn't expected such a strange thing to happen again. Since the last time, he hadn't been able to enter the microcosmic world again, nor could he see the 21st-century illusion. Unexpectedly, after falling into a deep sleep, he could enter again! Could it be that he needed to be in a deep sleep to have a chance to see it?

Hmm, now that my martial arts are highly advanced, I have plenty of energy. I can go two or three hours a day, and I can go for days without sleeping. But falling into a deep sleep is very difficult. Hmm? Wait, I remember a cultivation technique called 'Hibernating Dragon Sleeping Elixir Technique,' which can completely allow me to fall into a deep sleep..." While asleep!

The Hidden Dragon Sleeping Elixir Skill, also known as Sleeping Elixir Skill, or simply "Sleeping Skill," has a long history, originating from human social labor. After physical fatigue, sleep is essential for rest and recovery of strength and spirit. Through continuous practice of rest, the essence and techniques were refined, ultimately forming the Sleeping Skill, thus its lineage is ancient. Confucius said, "To have one's arm as a pillow, there is joy in it," which refers to the Sleeping Skill. The most famous practitioner of the Sleeping Skill is undoubtedly Chen Tuan (872-989), a hermit of Mount Hua, who once slept for days on end on Mount Hua, eventually attaining enlightenment in his sleep. Chen Tuan passed on his teachings to Huolong, who in turn passed them on to Zhang Sanfeng, composing the "Hidden Dragon's Chant" to commemorate this, which reads: "Who can continue the lineage of Chen Tuan? The slovenly Taoist Zhang Sanfeng." "Li Hanxu (Xiyue), the first patriarch of the Western School, once met Lu Zu (Lu Yan) and Feng Zu (Zhang Sanfeng) at a Zen temple on Mount Emei, where they secretly received his original teachings" (Li Daoshan, Qing Dynasty, "A Short Biography of True Man Li Hanxu"). Xu Haiyin, Xuanjingzi, in his "Tianle Collection" during the Republic of China era, also said: "True Man Hanxu first met Immortal Master Sanfeng, and then met Dao Ancestor Chunyang. He combined the transmissions of the Wenshi and Donghua Schools and founded the Great Jiangxi School after achieving enlightenment." "His lineage traces back to Zhang Sanfeng → Li Hanxu → Wu Tianzhi → Wang Dongting → Xu Haiyin. Therefore, Chen Tuan's Sleeping Dragon Technique was passed down through generations of the Western School, kept secret from outsiders.

Wu Long recalled that this sleeping technique was very simple and had remarkable effects, but unfortunately, it didn't offer much help in martial arts, so it was rarely practiced in the martial world. However, the Xiaoyao Sect had also acquired it. Wu Long didn't experiment with it because he felt extremely hungry and exhausted after several days without food; his beard had grown quite long. After tidying himself up, Wu Long found something to eat, put the matter of the illusion aside, and began to organize and process what he had gained over the past eight days. He entered a state of inner vision."

Within the meridians, as wide as a street where four cars could drive side-by-side, the vast and mighty true energy surged and churned like a river. After completing a cycle, it cascaded down like a silver river falling from the heavens, "booming" into the expansive dantian. The dantian was now greatly expanded, the surging true energy swirling and contracting in a vortex-like pattern. Within the spiraling arms of the vortex, scattered starlight flickered softly, radiating a gentle glow. These tiny specks of light rose and fell with the rapid rotation of the true energy vortex, constantly causing the center of the dantian to contract. As he approached the center of his dantian, these faint starlight points continuously merged, radiating an increasingly bright light as more and more points coalesced. When all the true energy in his body contracted into the extremely solidified ping-pong ball-sized ball of true energy within his dantian, his aura reached its lowest point. Not only did his meridians and dantian calm down, but even the wind-swept pavilion temporarily returned to silence. Within

that solid, spherical ball of true energy in his dantian, countless points of light rose and fell, twinkling like stars in the sky. Like countless fireflies in a summer night, beautiful and enchanting, the weakest were so dim they were barely visible, like the first glimmer of light that appeared in this condensed energy mass a year ago; while the brightest were like the clearly discernible stars of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl in a clear night sky.

Now, this condensed energy mass was several times more solid than it had been a year ago, and its colors had become more vibrant, spinning rapidly. The entire energy mass was like a small lantern, scattering a dim light within the greatly expanded dantian.

After a few breaths, the energy... The explosion finally erupted, the beautiful scene instantly transforming into a raging torrent that swept across the land. This impact, however, pulled Wu Long's ethereal spirit back from the void. In the chaos, his wandering spirit was filled with a faint joy and happiness, perhaps due to the wonders of nature, or perhaps a perfect manifestation of his inner self. He didn't know how much time had passed—it felt like an eternity, yet also like a fleeting moment—when a tremendous force abruptly pulled his spirit back from the endless void.

"Whoosh!" With a whoosh, he was drawn back into his body and finally regained consciousness. A cluster of true energy, shimmering with a dim starlight, erupted from his dantian like a volcanic eruption, or the creation of the world; an endless sea of true energy surged wildly in all directions, its power far exceeding any previous surge, far more intense and domineering. It not only expanded his meridians but also penetrated his internal organs, merging with his blood cells, exceeding the limits of what Wu Long's body could withstand. But Wu Long couldn't stop immediately. Strands of true energy unintentionally seeped through his meridians, leaking through his pores onto the outside of his body, gradually forming a faint purplish-gold film on his skin.

Finally, Wu Long began to understand the workings. It turned out that the true energy within Wu Long's body was permeating through his meridians... The true energy traveled beyond the meridians, then strangely began to coil and rotate along the outer walls of the meridians. As too much true energy seeped in, the energy that was originally swirling around the meridians was forced to leave, flowing freely through various gaps in the body, and finally escaping from the pores. Wu Long immediately decided to try it. Thinking it, he acted. Wu Long calmed himself and carefully mobilized the true energy within his body, letting it circulate once within the meridians before immediately reversing and rotating around them, like a resistance wire, until all the meridians in his body were wrapped with true energy before releasing the excess true energy from his pores. Unexpectedly, the effect was remarkably good. As soon as the true energy left his body, it immediately coiled around the surface, making the already faintly purplish-golden membrane shine even brighter.

It washed over the skin like a storm . Every inch of space inside the building was instantly filled with howling winds and thunderous roars, as if mountains were collapsing and the earth was splitting. Dust swirled on the ground like thousands of rivers and lakes, a truly astonishing scene. The entire pavilion trembled violently, as if terrified by this earth-shattering power. After a few seconds of raging torrents of true energy scattering throughout the pavilion, a violently rotating vortex formed around Wu Long, sucking back all the turbulent true energy flows that churned throughout the pavilion, like a whale sucking in water. In a short time, not a single drop of the torrent of true energy in the pavilion was left, all of it was absorbed into Wu Long's body. Instantly, apart from a few specks of dust that had suddenly lost their momentum and were drifting helplessly down from the air, the surrounding air was completely silent.

Wu Long gradually discovered that using that method of true energy circulation... The mysteries of the external light membrane are revealed: as the rotation speed of the true qi surrounding the meridians increases, the protective power of the purple-gold light membrane continuously strengthens. Another characteristic is that as the density of the thread-like true qi surrounding the meridians gradually increases, the external purple-gold light membrane moves further away from the body surface, but its protective ability remains undiminished, even seemingly strengthened. It can be said that this purple-gold light membrane can be made larger, smaller, stronger, or weaker at will. Overjoyed, Wu Long immediately gave this extraordinary technique a resounding name: "Heavenly Gang Body Protective Divine Skill," or simply "Purple Yang Gang Qi."

Wu Long concentrated his inner force. When all the true qi once again spun and condensed in his dantian into a ping-pong ball-sized ball of true qi, shimmering with countless beautiful starlight points, his eyelids twitched. He slowly opened his eyes, a sharp, chilling light flashing within them, terrifying in the otherwise dark attic. It shone even brighter. "

Electricity arises from emptiness!" This was another legendary realm, demonstrating that his skill had advanced several levels.

Since waking, the true energy within his body had lost its violent, surging flow from training, becoming slow, resilient, and dense. His body naturally generated an unparalleled gravitational pull, like gravity holding the atmosphere to its surface, tightly binding the immense true energy within his meridians, preventing it from escaping unless Wu Long actively used it, or it would naturally erupt in a life-or-death situation.

Wu Long slowly stood up, stretching comfortably. His joints crackled and popped like firecrackers, and he suddenly grew two inches taller, almost reaching 1.9 meters. Carefully sensing the changes within his body, he was surprised to find that the true qi circulating in his meridians was incredibly abundant, reaching a terrifyingly tangible level. The condensation and bursting of qi in his dantian had become much slower, yet it flowed densely and continuously like ocean waves, one after another, endlessly. This made him feel that his entire body was constantly filled with boundless explosive power. A sense of pride and ambition, as if he held the world in his hands, welled up within him, making him want to roar out in celebration of his joy and excitement.

"Now I am a true master," he thought. "While I dare not claim to be the best in the world, I am invincible against everyone. Indeed, the power of the Purple Yang Qi is so great that even the nameless old monk's abnormal three-foot qi wall cannot withstand it." "

The attic was completely dark, preventing him from seeing anything. Yet, he knew every inch of it, even its size and dimensions, perfectly. This was all thanks to his increasingly powerful spiritual sense, which allowed him to perceive his surroundings clearly even without sight. Wu Long was eager to test his current strength. He instantly used his lightness skill to leave the attic and arrive at a rocky outcrop on the island.

He slowly raised his right hand, spreading his fingers wide. He secretly channeled his inner energy into his dantian, following the Shaoyang Sanjiao meridian and the route of the Guan Chong sword technique, concentrating his inner energy in his ring finger. The concentrated inner energy in his ring finger, connected to his heart, caused a throbbing pain in his meridians." Not only did it bring indescribable pain, but no matter how hard he tried, his internal energy simply wouldn't release. It was as if every time he reached the Guanchong acupoint, an invisible force would bind his internal energy tightly, and no matter how much strength Wu Long exerted, he couldn't break through. It was truly extremely strange.

Strange, why couldn't he release his true energy?!

He stubbornly refused to believe it and kept trying to release his internal energy. But no matter what he tried, such as storing his internal energy in his Yimen acupoint, enduring the throbbing pain, and then rushing it towards the Guanchong acupoint, he couldn't break through that barrier. He tried many methods, but he still couldn't succeed. On the contrary, a row of fine beads of sweat slowly seeped out from his forehead. His breathing was slightly erratic, clearly indicating that he had reached a critical moment.

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