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Chapter 263: The Complete Version of the Sacrificial Cow's Body (Thank You, 'Liu Dao Cang Xuan' for the Alliance Lord Donation)
"...Immortals and Buddhas press down from above, all beings as fragile as grass... bones shattered, tendons torn, blood drained, marrow withered..."
"...Nine deaths, yet never surrender—sacrifice one's body without regret, only then may the primal spirit return to the flesh."
Zhang Yu recited the blood-red incantations in his mind, fragment by fragment, and in an instant, a flood of realizations surged through him.
The first time these words appeared was during his final clash with Wang Yin—when he pushed the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique to an unprecedented peak, at the very brink of defeat. Yet afterward, no matter how hard he studied them, he could not grasp their essence.
It wasn’t until his second lone battle against Wang Yin—after enduring a brutal, life-or-death struggle that forced his body to its absolute limits—that the truth began to dawn on him.
Like a bolt of lightning splitting the sky, the fragments of his past: the original Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique, the meaning behind the incantations, and the raw, visceral sensations of surviving death—finally snapped into place, merging into a far more complete and profound version of the technique.
Zhang Yu closed his eyes, already beginning to activate the new form of the technique.
This transformation felt like slowly realigning his thoughts, reshaping his very will. Such a task was normally impossible—yet after relentless battles with Wang Yin, especially today’s unrelenting trials, his mindset had already evolved beyond recognition.
Now, the shift to the complete version came effortlessly—smooth, natural, as if it had always been meant to be.
As Zhang Yu gradually transmuted the old version into the full one, a deep, guttural roar echoed from the depths of his mind.
Roar!
In the mud pit below, the white ox—once struggling desperately, crawling through filth, its body riddled with blade wounds, scorched by lightning, torn by fire—began to heal.
Its mangled limbs, severed and lifeless, twitched and reformed, regrowing piece by piece. Eyes once blind reopened. Ears once deaf regained their sensitivity.
Roar!
Another thunderous cry rang out. The mud sea around it boiled violently. The wounded white ox stood tall, its four hooves now firmly planted in midair, rising above the churning mire.
Below, the endless mud roared and surged like a thousand black hands reaching upward—but with a single fierce bellow, the ox crushed them beneath its feet.
As Zhang Yu gazed upon the vision of the white ox standing defiantly above the mud sea, his spirit sank deep into his flesh, becoming one with every cell, every muscle, every bone.
For the first time, his body felt truly alive—not just a vessel, but an extension of his will.
Each piece of flesh, each strand of bone, responded to his thoughts as if breathing with purpose.
Previously, when injured, his body had healed instinctively—governed by biological reflexes. Now, however, his flesh understood his command.
The way wounds closed, whether the immune system activated or shut down, how broken bones thickened and fused—Zhang Yu could feel it all under his control.
This was the true power of the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique: body vitality.
And Zhang Yu sensed that as the technique grew stronger, even greater feats would become possible—no scars from external wounds, blood vessels self-cleaning, internal organs responding to his orders, nerves rewiring at his will.
"Once I fully master this true version," Zhang Yu realized, "my healing ability will be multiple times stronger than before."
"Even injuries that were once impossible to heal without external treatment—now, they may be restored through my own body."
A sudden clarity struck him:
"The true Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique was never just a tool to inspire the disabled."
"‘残牛舍身’—‘Sacrifice the broken ox’—means fighting to the very last breath, even when maimed, limbs severed, body broken. To resist, to fight on, to never yield, no matter how many times you fall."
"To fight again and again, you must have the power to heal—only then can you survive death and rise once more."
"Otherwise, one sacrifice would destroy your body, and you’d never fight again."
Zhang Yu sighed, struck by the depth of it.
"Back then, the version I trained in gave only minor recovery boosts—but this... this is lightyears beyond."
"Was the Technique platform deliberately dismantled into a crippled form?"
He recalled the image of the crippled ox—the one with severed limbs, blind eyes, deaf ears.
"Cutting off the limbs, blinding the eyes, silencing the ears... that’s what they did."
At that moment, Fujie spoke up.
"Zhang Yu… I can feel a change in you. Your aura—it’s different. Did you learn a new technique?"
After hearing Zhang Yu explain the full power of the updated technique, Fujie’s voice trembled slightly.
"From what you describe… this complete version of the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique is almost Military-Grade."
"Even if not officially military-grade, it’s clearly Pre-Military-Grade."
"Never, ever tell anyone about this. If anyone asks why your injuries heal so fast—say it’s just your unique constitution."
Fujie exhaled slowly.
"As for the platform deliberately weakening the technique? That’s perfectly normal."
"But if this complete version were to be made public… imagine the impact."
"If everyone could heal themselves… what would happen to the medical industry?"
"Drug companies, pills, armor, talismans, protective gear—everything would collapse. Who’d buy medicine if you could just heal yourself?"
Zhang Yu nodded.
The sheer power of the technique, combined with the platform’s deliberate sabotage, convinced him: this knowledge must stay buried.
"Only A Zhen. No one else."
"But… can she even learn it?"
He thought back to his own breakthrough—and a question nagged at him.
"This technique was deliberately crippled. So how did I manage to unlock the complete version?"
"Could it be that the creator—Huangniu Great Saint—hid the full truth within the broken version? That even those who practice the incomplete form might one day awaken the truth?"
But no matter how he pondered it, he couldn’t fathom how such a thing could be possible.
He opened his browser, searching for Huangniu Great Saint.
The results were almost nonexistent.
The few mentions were from angry workers ranting about the creator of the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique—calling him a “Huangniu Zhenhun Xinfa” fraud.
Zhang Yu turned to Fujie.
"Even you don’t know anything about Huangniu Great Saint?"
Fujie shook his head.
"Someone who created a technique like this… they shouldn’t be ordinary."
"But why does it feel like their very existence was erased?"
"It’s likely the Chain Law Diagram’s Great Saint's Successor set is impossible to complete."
Zhang Yu sighed, dismissing the thought.
There was no point dwelling on it.
He pushed aside the confusion and refocused entirely on refining the complete version of the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique.
Dawn broke.
The first light of day slipped through the window.
Zhang Yu opened his eyes.
He rose slowly, his body cracking and popping like fireworks—every joint, every muscle, feeling reborn.
Over the course of the night, the complete technique had fully settled within him. It now flowed seamlessly with his thoughts, operating nonstop—24 hours a day, as long as he remained conscious.
His body, now fully activated by the technique, continued to adjust itself at a subconscious level—shaping and optimizing its structure to better suit his cultivation and combat.
Even his Physical Strength Level had inched up—from 10.01 to 10.02.
Zhang Yu reflected:
"As long as I keep practicing this technique, my body will remain in a state of perpetual vitality—constantly reshaping itself under my will. Over time, this will be a steady, lifelong enhancement."
The power of the technique was becoming clearer with every breath.
He reached for his silent phone.
Since yesterday’s victory over Wang Yin, it had been vibrating nonstop.
Messages poured in—congratulations, flattery, friend requests, calls, video calls, loan requests, debt reminders, group pings, red envelope demands, selfies, NSFW images… the list went on.
Zhang Yu realized, for the first time, just how many people he actually knew in Kunxu.
At first, he found it amusing—enjoying the rare emotional boost.
But soon, it became overwhelming.
He had no choice but to silence it.
Now, he picked it up again.
A quick glance revealed dozens of red dots—notifications from every app.
He didn’t bother reading them all.
Just tapped a few messages from familiar faces:
Yu Xinghan: Bro, still short on cash? Need more? I’ll lend you—no need for 1.3x interest, 1.1x is fine.
Qian Shen: Did you find Wang Yin’s college entrance exam results or competition scores? I’ve searched everywhere—nothing.
Le Mulan: You’re free from Luzhou Group’s contract now, right? I need a favor. Meet me at the usual place.
He Dayou: Old classmate. Songyang High School is proud of you. We know you’ve been busy, so the school already arranged your leave. The principal asked when you’ll have time to come back and give a speech—motivate the seniors, inspire the underclassmen.
Zhao Tianxing: Message deleted.
Zhao Tianxing: Message deleted.
Zhao Tianxing: Congratulations! Wishing you steady progress and a radiant immortal path!
Xiong Anan: Thanks to you! I’m not getting laid off! I speak for all the protected zone’s demons—thank you!
Mo Tianyi (Away on Overtime): Perfect fight! I even paid for a video subscription just to watch you smash that rich bastard’s head. You made me feel like justice was served. I’m just so fired up I had to tell you—don’t worry, I know you’re busy. No reply needed.
Song Hailong: Xianyun Group wants to renew your endorsement contract. Let me know if you’re interested.
Hongta Dragon Director: Rilong?
(End of Chapter)
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