Chapter 107: The Dangerously Enchanting Silver Eyes and Charm, Xueheng vs. Xueheng (4K)

Chapter 107: The Dangerously Enchanting Silver Eyes and Charm, Xueheng vs. Xueheng (4K)



In the medicine storage of the Dragon Boxing Gym, Xueheng stood in front of a table, gazing at a transparent container filled with a golden liquid—the freshly brewed and carefully concocted Dragon Thunder Powder. It shimmered with an otherworldly radiance, occasionally flickering with lightning-like veins.

Waiting for it to cool slightly, Xueheng poured the liquid into a nebulizer, donned the mask, and pressed the activation button.

Golden-hued mist began to emanate from the nebulizer, and Xueheng closed his eyes, sitting cross-legged as he regulated his breathing with a breathing technique.

From his inner perspective, the Dragon Thunder Powder, now nebulized into minuscule particles, resembled tiny bolts of lightning as they were inhaled into his lungs, passing through the alveoli and entering his bloodstream. They coursed through his body, with most of the particles homing in on the reddish-brown liver.

Wherever the particles traveled, a tingling, numbing sensation akin to an electric shock could be felt, especially in the targeted liver.

As the particles infiltrated the liver, they adhered to and permeated the flesh and blood within, their medicinal properties gradually being absorbed.

Xueheng could sense his liver undergoing transformation amid the tingling and piercing sensations—becoming tougher and more robust.

Time seemed to slip by unnoticed as Xueheng remained absorbed in this process until the nebulizer finally ran out of the golden mist, prompting him to open his eyes.

In the dimly lit storage room, his eyes suddenly gleamed, bright as light bulbs.

"Has my eyesight improved? Somehow, it doesn't feel quite right."

Xueheng contemplated the change in his vision.

"It's not that things appear clearer in a physical sense, but it's as if I can see more than I usually do."

He reached out and touched the table in front of him.

Somehow, he could vaguely discern fine cracks and damages on the table's surface with his enhanced vision, and his mind instinctively envisioned how easily the table could be destroyed by striking or cutting certain areas.

Although the perception was somewhat indistinct, the feeling was undeniable.

"Martial arts are indeed a mental endeavor... This must be one of the manifestations of 'spiritual power influencing self-reality.'"

"Purely enhanced eyesight wouldn't bring about such an effect."

Xueheng marveled.

He opened the panel to check his progress.

['You have practiced the Shaking Armor Technique once. Fitness Experience +352']



['You have practiced the Shaking Armor Technique once. Dragon Thunder Technique Experience +330']



After adding a few new organ-training moves to the Shaking Armor Technique, he was now reaping more experience points.

However, it was the next prompt that caused Xueheng's eyes to widen slightly.

['You have consumed a nourishing liver medicine. Health Cultivation Experience +218']



The importance of the Health Cultivation skill went without saying.

It bestowed upon Xueheng boundless energy, fueling his relentless drive for self-improvement without ever feeling the urge to slack off. This skill alone was akin to cheating.

Not to mention, it also provided him with exceptional physical and mental recovery capabilities.

But all this time, aside from the few dozen points earned from sleeping and waking up early every day, there hadn't been any consistent method to gain experience in Health Cultivation.

Only activities that boosted his mood, like engaging in fights, would occasionally yield a small bonus.

Now, however, he had finally discovered a stable way to earn experience points in Health Cultivation—by consuming nourishing elixirs like the Dragon Thunder Powder!

Xueheng's lips twitched.

"No wonder the health supplements I took when I first activated Health Cultivation had no effect.

Only elixirs like the Dragon Thunder Powder can generate experience points..."

He glanced at the notebook on the table, which recorded his medication usage.

Checking the price list and the amount he had used, he calculated that this batch of Dragon Thunder Powder was worth over 330,000 Zyx Coins...

"A truly expensive skill to maintain," Xueheng scratched his head.

Moreover, the Dragon Thunder Powder for nourishing the liver was still among the cheaper options.

Although the elixirs for tempering the five organs were all called Dragon Thunder Powder, their formulas varied—each requiring specific quantities, cooking methods, and auxiliary ingredients, with only the main ingredient, the plant imbued with dragon thunder, remaining consistent.

The most expensive was the Dragon Thunder Powder for nourishing the heart, which Xueheng estimated to cost upwards of 400,000 Zyx Coins.

Thank you for the invitation. I'm currently in Zyx, having just arrived by plane. I'm penniless with only 20 million in assets, and I'm about to start begging.

"With my current funds, I can only last for two months. I need to figure out a way to keep making money."

Xueheng thought helplessly.

...

The next day, in the northern district's hinterlands.

Silver light flashed wildly across the grassy terrain as blade auras scattered in all directions. Xueheng, wielding the White Rabbit, slashed and cleaved, sending blades of silver-white qi tearing through the grass, leaving the area in disarray.

After a while, Xueheng paused, flung the White Rabbit to the side, and channeled his energy into the blade. He shook off the plant sap that had adhered to it, returning the sword to its pristine state before sheathing it.

Through the floating green flakes that surrounded him, Xueheng gazed at a tree not far away, narrowing his eyes as he spoke:

"If you have something to say, come out and speak. What's the point of hiding back there?"

After he finished speaking, a figure emerged from behind the tree a few seconds later.

It was Ning Yuantai.

Xueheng smiled and brushed off the grass clippings that had landed on him as he casually asked, "What, have you come to pick a fight with me again?"

Ning Yuantai cleared his throat awkwardly, "I... I dare not."

Xueheng's eyebrows furrowed, "You dare not?"

This response was somewhat unexpected.

"So why are you here then?" Xueheng inquired.

He thought to himself... Could it be that the 'Hundred Feet of Pole' technique really can't be used anymore, and he's here to question me about it? As he pondered how to shift the blame, Ning Yuantai scratched his head and said, "I... I just wanted to ask if you would be interested in joining 'Ceasefire'."

Xueheng smiled wryly, "Is the Sixth Agency so short on people that you're trying to recruit me as well?"

He then shook his head, "I'm not interested in joining any agencies... Besides, I've already agreed to work with White Crow as an external associate, accepting commissions. It wouldn't be appropriate to have any ties with 'Ceasefire'."

However, Ning Yuantai seemed unfazed by his response, his expression unchanged as he explained, "Mr. Xue, 'Ceasefire' is different from White Crow. We are a team entirely comprised of martial artists, and the resources we possess are also geared towards martial artists."

"For example, in terms of martial arts lineages, Ceasefire has the inheritance of the majority of lineages in the country, both old and new."

"The nature of our work is also less uncertain than that of White Crow. Since we deal with martial artist-related crimes, our opponents are always traceable martial artists. As long as we make proper arrangements, we can usually resolve issues smoothly. Moreover, fighting against martial artists allows for self-improvement, especially for practitioners of old martial arts like yourself."

Xueheng remained unmoved by Ning Yuantai's pitch, shaking his head as he listened.

Martial arts lineages require compatible physical constitution to fully release their potential. His physique has already adopted the Dragon Seal Dragon Stream form, so other lineages' martial arts will probably be less efficient when used by him, serving more as references rather than indispensable.

As for combat experience, he had no shortage of it, thanks to his conscious simulation ability that allowed him to endlessly battle and refine his skills against any opponent he had previously encountered.

"No need to say more, I'm truly not interested," Xueheng stated firmly.

"So it is as I expected," Ning Yuantai replied, as if he had anticipated this outcome.

Before coming here, he had inquired about Xueheng's detailed situation with Xu Ren, and he knew of Xueheng's aversion to being bound by organizations. Thus, he didn't hold high hopes but felt it was worth trying nonetheless.

Then, Ning Yuantai revealed his true purpose.

"In that case, Mr. Xue," he began, "I can offer you the same terms as White Crow. How about you become an external associate of 'Ceasefire' as well?"

Xueheng remained silent, merely glancing at him.

"You can choose whether or not to accept the commissions we offer, and regarding rewards... We can also provide divine relics and martial resources."

Ning Yuantai continued sincerely, "You've only just begun your martial arts journey, so there's a lot you don't know yet. The environment in the Outer Ring isn't ideal, limiting your perspective in many ways."

"The path of martial arts is long, far longer than you can imagine. The further you go, the more resources you'll need, and the more precious they will become."

"Many resources are unobtainable even with money. Countless talented martial artists have stagnated for decades, unable to break through due to a lack of resources."

"You don't feel the depth of this yet because you've just started, and you haven't reached the point of needing those resources."

"Trust me, associating with Ceasefire will undoubtedly benefit you greatly."

Xueheng maintained a calm expression, simply smiling as he replied, "Why are you all so persistent in pursuing me? Are you willing to offer such favorable conditions because of that 'Mr. Wu'?

Ning Yuantai hesitated for a moment before nodding and then shaking his head, "To be honest, that is part of the reason... For White Crow, it's mostly because of that. As for me... it's half and half."

Xueheng's curiosity piqued, "What exactly is her identity that even people from your agency seem a little eager to please her?"

Ning Yuantai pondered, "If you still don't know... then I shouldn't say more. It's something she should tell you herself."

"I see."

Xueheng nodded, then asked, "So, you said it's half because of Mr. Wu and half because of something else. What's the other half?"

Ning Yuantai didn't answer the question. Instead, his attitude suddenly became inexplicably respectful, even reverent, as he cautiously asked, "May I... take a look at your eyes?"

...

[Someone has developed a devout admiration for you. Charm Experience +236]



After Ning Yuantai left, Xueheng glanced at the panel, then closed it.

The silver in his irises gradually faded, and his expression returned to normal from its previous cold and disdainful state.

He had agreed to Ning Yuantai's invitation and, following White Crow, had become an external associate of 'Ceasefire.'

If what Ning Yuantai said was true, then accepting this invitation would bring him considerable benefits.

And Ning Yuantai... most likely wouldn't deceive him.

"This Charm skill, combined with the intent of the Heaven's Will Sword, is quite dangerous." Xueheng mused.

He thought about Ning Fengwan's reaction that day, as well as Ning Yuantai's response just now.

"If this were ancient times, I reckon I could play the role of Jesus or Buddha." Xueheng shook his head.

He didn't like this bizarre attraction; it even gave him a creepy feeling.

"Try not to let people around me see this form; otherwise, I'm afraid things might happen that I don't want to see."

Xueheng exhaled, dispelling his stray thoughts. He walked to the lakeside, sat down cross-legged, and immersed his mind into the consciousness space, beginning to construct a scenario.

Street, dark alley, rainy night...

"Boom!"

"Splash!"

The pouring rain blanketed the sky, and in the pitch-black rainy night, the only source of light was the flashing lightning and rumbling thunder.

Pixel blocks rotated and converged, materializing Xueheng's body.

His right hand gripped the White Rabbit sword.

Then, in front of him, another figure slowly appeared.

"Crackle—Boom!"

The lightning and thunder illuminated the dark alley, revealing the figure's true appearance.

It was Xueheng himself, with unparalleled handsome features, a cold and disdainful expression, and his right hand holding the White Rabbit sword.

And those silver irises, which even the black of night couldn't conceal.

"Come on, let's see how strong I really am..." Xueheng was excited. He swung the White Rabbit in his hand, and his eyes were immersed in silver, with black flames quietly burning in their center.

The originally pitch-black rainy night was now laid bare before his eyes.

A layer of black film coated the silver blade, and Xueheng muttered, "If it were me... how would I counter this move?"

"Black Heaven's Blade: Cyclone Thunder!"

"Boom!"

Thunder rumbled.

The black spiral sword light shredded the ground, engulfing the pouring rain and turning it into a meat grinder that shredded everything in its path. It swept toward the figure opposite him.

The 'Xueheng' didn't move; he didn't even try to dodge or block. As the black spiral approached, a black film coated the blade in his hand.

Then, holding the sword with both hands, his entire body spun like a top, turning into a vertical black whirlwind.

The two whirlwinds, one horizontal and one vertical, collided, producing a 'crackling' sound similar to metal friction. They stalemated for a while.

Eventually, Xueheng's long-range strike lost its momentum and disintegrated into scattered sword lights, slicing through the rain and cutting deep grooves into the surrounding ground, walls, and buildings.

"To use the Spinning Golden Scale to deflect it in a sword-holding stance, that's truly like me." Xueheng looked at the figure that had stopped spinning and remained unscathed, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

He stomped on the ground, and both 'Xuehengs' vanished from their original spots simultaneously.

The next moment, countless clanging sounds rang out.

The two figures appeared and disappeared in the rain, sometimes clashing, sometimes vanishing, their blades flashing with sharp lights that left deep cuts on the ground and walls.

The pouring rain was constantly torn open, revealing gaps, and the two figures kept moving, their speed incredibly fast. They would be on a rooftop one moment and on the ground the next, and the clanging of metal never seemed to stop.

Using the Twin Birth Speed simultaneously, their actions were completely unlike those of humans; they were more like characters from a superpower fighting manga.

Black flames blazed fiercely, and the surrounding buildings exploded one after another. In just over ten minutes, the entire street was reduced to ruins.

Fighting with their full strength and without the consumption limit of the Godly Power skill, the two Xuehengs, even stronger than in reality, created terrifying battle aftermaths.

...

(End of Chapter)

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