Chapter 193: Pinnacle of Touch, Human Radar, and Sparring with the Senior Brother (4K)

Chapter 193: Pinnacle of Touch, Human Radar, and Sparring with the Senior Brother (4K)



"Dong!"

Within Xueheng's body, as the spleen took the lead, all his organs began to stir as if they were fetal movements.

Yellow Granny, associated with the element of earth, is known as the Sand Monk in Journey to the West.

Whenever Sun Wukong (Golden Father) and Zhu Bajie (Wooden Mother) argued, it was Yellow Granny who mediated their disputes, reflecting the role of the spleen in regulating the other organs in Taoist theory.

The liver and lungs, or Golden Father and Wooden Mother, a couple often fraught with conflict, had their relationship harmonized by Yellow Granny, bringing peace to the family. Only then could the daughter and son, representing the heart and kidneys, interact harmoniously, and the water and fire within the body find balance, leading to optimal health.

Since Xueheng began his martial arts journey, he had never felt anything amiss with his body and considered himself to be in excellent health.

However, after cultivating the Yellow Granny Technique, with the aid of the [True Warrior] skill, he gained insight into countless esoteric Taoist and ancient medical knowledge that could only be comprehended and not verbally taught. Upon examining himself, he discovered various hidden issues within his body.

The relationship between the five organs was extremely unbalanced, with the lungs (Golden Father) exhibiting overwhelming dominance, causing the spleen (Yellow Granny) to retreat and allowing the relationship between the five organs to develop unchecked.

Xueheng immediately understood that the reason for Golden Father's dominance was due to the [Running] skill. This skill not only enhanced his running speed but also strengthened his lung function.

This explained his ability to exert force far beyond that of a typical warrior of the same level—he had an exceptional lung capacity.

As the most temperamental of the five organ spirits, Golden Father's overwhelming strength was not a positive thing and could easily lead to health issues.

Fortunately, Xueheng was exceptionally vigorous.

His body, honed by skills like [Health Maintenance] and [Body Sculpting], coupled with his martial arts cultivation, possessed an abundance of vitality and energy, preventing Golden Father from acting out.

It was as if a family was in a continuous upward trajectory, with a constant influx of external forces masking the underlying familial conflicts, thus suppressing Golden Father's outbursts.

As a result, Xueheng had lived a peaceful life until now, never sensing anything amiss.

However, while the issues were masked by stronger external forces, they did not disappear but persisted as latent dangers.

Thankfully, with his newfound knowledge from cultivating the Yellow Granny Technique, he now had a profound understanding of his body's inner workings.

With his personal intervention, actively operating the Yellow Granny Technique and controlling Yellow Granny to interfere and regulate Golden Father and Wooden Mother, it was as if Yellow Granny had gained the backing of a top-tier leader, personally supporting her to keep Golden Father in check. No matter how reluctant Golden Father was, he had no choice but to listen and start getting along with the other organ spirits.

Golden Father's proactive cooperation, coupled with his overwhelming strength, turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Under Yellow Granny's influence, he coordinated with the other organs, helping them accelerate their growth to catch up with his intensity.

Xueheng spent the entire afternoon engrossed in studying and cultivating the Yellow Granny Technique.

It was only past five in the afternoon that he stopped, prompted by the pangs of hunger.

A 'hungry' sensation emanated from every part of his body.

Every inch of him seemed to be screaming, 'hungry.'

Xueheng swallowed, his mouth feeling dry.

"...This professional technique for nourishing the organs consumes a lot of energy."

As he stood up, intending to head to the cafeteria for a hearty meal, his expression suddenly changed.

His bare feet touched the training room floor, and he perceived countless subtle vibrations through the soles of his feet.

"This is..."

Xueheng closed his eyes, focusing all his attention on the sensations in his feet.

He attempted to analyze the vibrations his touch had detected, accepting and decomposing them and even retracing their 'information' to pinpoint their source.

Gradually, a tangible pitch-black space formed in his mind.

He found himself at the very center of this dark space, and about thirty-five meters behind him, countless glowing footprints appeared one after another.

That location was the training hall of the Dragon Concealment Dojo.

Each footprint represented a disciple's step on the ground.

Xueheng could even deduce the actions of the disciples based on the lightness or heaviness and the force of their footsteps.

"...The spleen corresponds to the sense of touch among the five senses. My master once told me about a 'Taoist little girl' he knew in his youth. Due to her cultivation of the Yellow Granny Technique, she had an extraordinary sense of touch. She could place her hand on the ground and sense the footsteps of people dozens of kilometers away, and even discern their strength from their footsteps.

"As expected, those words were not empty."

Xueheng opened his eyes and muttered to himself.

Previously, he had trained his five organs externally and internally for a long time using the Dou Jia Gong Liver Cleansing Technique, although the results were mediocre, but it had accumulated a lot of depth.

Now that he had cultivated an authentic internal organ-nourishing technique, there was a qualitative change, and all five of his senses were greatly enhanced, especially his sense of touch, which corresponded to the Yellow Granny.

"Looks like I can be a human radar from now on..."

As he thought, he left the training room and headed to the cafeteria.

He asked the chef in charge of making the herbal meals to prepare as much as possible, and Xueheng began to indulge in the nutritious meals, replenishing his body's nutritional deficiencies caused by cultivating the Yellow Granny Technique.

It wasn't until he had eaten nearly ten times his usual amount of food that he finally stopped.

With his robust digestive system, he was able to eat and digest simultaneously, consuming several dozen kilograms of food.

Xueheng walked out of the cafeteria, deep in thought.

"This approach of forcing myself to eat isn't a long-term solution. These ordinary herbal meals have too little nutritional value for me now. It's like a beast eating grass; it may satisfy temporary needs, but it's not a sustainable plan."

"The Yellow Granny Technique includes records of secret medicinal recipes. I'll have to go through the dojo's channels and procure a batch of medicinal ingredients from the Junction Company..."

"I must secure this nutritional aspect!"

...

In a dim basement,

A man, extremely tall and enveloped in a black trench coat, stood before two beds that resembled operating tables.

The man's head was bald, with six button-like objects embedded in his scalp, resembling Buddhist marks. A black mask covered the lower half of his face, stitched in place with fine thread rather than tied.

He stood at an impressive height of at least two meters. Typically, such a height would give the impression of being lanky, even with a normal BMI.

However, his build was exceptionally robust, and even with his towering height, he gave off the impression of being somewhat obese, like a standing grizzly bear.

The man's eyes, devoid of emotion, fixed on the two 'mummies' lying on the operating tables.

Their bodies were wrapped in white bandages, revealing only their eyes and nostrils.

"Jiao Hongyuan, the surgery was completed two days ago. How much longer do you intend to lie there?"

The man spoke in a mechanical, steady voice, devoid of any emotion, his tone deep and hoarse.

Jiao Hongyuan, lying on the operating table, opened his eyes and glanced at him.

"What's the rush? It's already a semi-miracle that I, with my nearly crippled body, survived the Limit Breaking Surgery. The more offspring the Queen Bug produces, the better. Perhaps we'll even get a few more 'King Bugs' in the next few days..."

Jiao Hongyuan spoke calmly, his tone devoid of hope.

It wasn't the calm of one who was confident, but the indifference of one who had faced despair and accepted their fate.

The man, expressionless, said, "There's only half a month left before the 'Grand Meeting.' We also need to allow time for things to ferment among the people. That person has already spoken, and you have three days left."

Jiao Hongyuan closed his eyes, no longer looking at him. "I don't care. If he's dissatisfied, he can find someone else to do this job. I'm not the only option."

The man narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint in them. "We specifically arranged for you to undergo the Limit Breaking Surgery."

Jiao Hongyuan chuckled. "That's because you need me to be your scapegoat, someone who can't expose your secrets. Don't think I don't know what you implanted in my body during the surgery."

The man: "..."

"I understand everything, but I choose not to dwell on it because it no longer matters to me."

Jiao Hongyuan's voice remained calm.

"My martial arts, my disciples, my dojo, everything I had... it's all been destroyed."

"To be honest, I can't even bring myself to hate the Zao Long Dojo. I simply want to see this world burn, along with me."

"You may leave. When it's time to act, I will. This is my decision, and if you're dissatisfied, you can kill me now."

The man said nothing more and turned to leave.

After he left, Jiao Hongyuan turned his head to look at Li Chengxuan, who lay on the operating table next to him.

"Chengxuan, your master can still think rationally now. The root cause of all this mess is entirely your fault.

"It's irrelevant now."

"If I'm to die, then you die too, along with everyone at the Dragon Concealment Sect, especially that kid."

"Let everything burn to ashes..."

The calm, eerie words echoed in the dim basement.

...

Several days later.

In the eastern suburbs, on a flat, spacious grass field, Xuejing looked up at the sun hanging high in the sky, his eyes narrowing slightly as he turned to face the handsome, burly, long-haired middle-aged man standing opposite him.

Today, Senior Brother Meng Boshang rarely had free time, so Li Qi suggested that he and Meng Boshang engage in a sparring session outside the Dragon Concealment Sect.

Times have changed, and Xuejing is no longer the inexperienced novice he was a few months ago. If he were to fight Senior Brother inside the Sect, the entire building would be demolished.

And so, the group ventured out to the suburbs.

"Go, Master!"

Little Zong Shisheng, standing dozens of meters away, waved and shouted enthusiastically.

Apart from her, there was Li Qi, sitting in his wheelchair, and behind him, Meng Qingjiao, pushing the wheelchair with a cold expression.

"Grandmaster, can Master defeat Senior Brother Meng?"

Zong Shisheng curiously asked Li Qi.

Li Qi patted her head and smiled, "In a battle between martial artists, anything is possible. As long as it's not a life-or-death situation, Xiao Jing still has a chance."

However... the chance was slim.

Li Qi tapped his fingers on the wheelchair's armrest.

Xuejing exhaled slightly, cupped his hands, and said, "Senior Brother, please."

"... " Meng Boshang nodded at him, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, as if he were smiling.

Xuejing's eyes turned serious.

This was his first real-world sparring session with the actual Senior Brother.

Previously, they had only simulated fights in the consciousness space, and even then, the simulated Senior Brother was not at his true strength but merely a replication based on data from his past performances.

In the first moment, Xuejing's pupils turned into a silvery-white hue.

Then— "Boom!"

His figure vanished from its original spot, leaving behind a spiral trail of colorful flames as he rushed towards Meng Boshang. The grass beneath his feet parted, creating a long fissure.

"Inferno Blast!"

A spiral indentation appeared on his right hand, surrounded by colorful flames, as he unleashed an unstoppable attack towards Meng Boshang.

Meng Boshang stood his ground, throwing a punch with his fist, which was as big as a sandbag.

"Bang!!!"

A deafening explosion, like thunder, reverberated between their colliding fists.

A twisted ring of light and a terrifying circular blast of air erupted from the point of impact, bending their hair backwards. Within a five-meter radius, the grass was ripped out, and dirt and debris flew in all directions.

Beyond five meters, a vast circle of grass was flattened, rippling outwards in a circular pattern, and even the spectators, several dozen meters away, felt the gust of wind rustling their clothes.

"... " A hint of surprise flashed across Meng Boshang's face.

Before he could react, a storm of relentless punches rained down on him.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! ——"

Countless shadow-like fists, accompanied by colorful flames, landed one after another, each punch heavier than the last.

Meng Boshang's arms became a blur as he precisely blocked each of Xuejing's dozens of punches per second. Despite successfully defending against every strike, the look of astonishment on his face grew more and more pronounced.

Xuejing's unreserved, full-powered assault sent him into a fighting frenzy.

"Thunderous Flaming Cauldron!"

As Meng Boshang witnessed Xuejing's evidently extraordinary final strike, his arms became covered in dense, overlapping golden scales.

"Boom——!!!"

Meng Boshang was sent flying backward like a shot cannonball, plowing two deep trenches in the grass and soil with his feet as he skidded to a halt nearly a hundred meters away.

"Master is so awesome!"

Zong Shisheng's eyes sparkled as if they could shoot stars.

Li Qi nodded in satisfaction, "What a formidable offense, and the integration of the killing moves is flawless..."

Suddenly, a heaven-shaking dragon's roar reverberated through the field.

"Roar——!!! "

Li Qi's eyes widened, and he pushed himself up from his wheelchair, his excitement nearly making him stand up.

"Point-Jing! Didn't I tell you not to use it for now?"

He exclaimed anxiously.

...

(End of Chapter)

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