The Favored Son Of Heaven
/ The Favored Son of Heaven Chapter 372 - Deepest Sincerity Don't Need Any Words to Express
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Master's expression turned almost obsessive. Being stared at by that kind of expression… Qin Fen felt a chill run down his spine. Master had always been gentle and elegant. He didn't expect that when the topic of research came up, he would turn almost insane.
Greater Inborn nirvana of changing the marrow!? Qin Fen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Since having meteor-class inborn true energy, his road of martial dao had been free from the normal road of martial dao. Other martial artists had completed blood transfusion rebirth at the nine-star level, but he had only completed blood transfusion rebirth at the ten-star level, which was one star level later than normal martial artists.
Greater Inborn nirvana of changing the marrow: others only had the chance to come in contact with it at the peak of the fourteen-star level. This time, it wouldn't be as easy as the delay with True Inborn Realm, he was coming in contact with it several star levels in advance.
"Whether it's meteor-class Inborn Realm, or True Inborn or Greater Inborn Realm, every realm is crucial." Master took a deep breath. "Kid, your current state is the best opportunity but it does not mean that you will succeed for sure. That's why don't be so happy early on."
Qin Fen nodded and asked what he wanted to know the most. "Master if I am truly successful in the nirvana of changing the marrow, can my meridians be fully recovered?"
"No." Master shook his head. "Nirvana of changing the marrow is just nirvana of changing the marrow. Meridian recovery is meridian recovery. Both are two different things."
Qin Fen didn't get it but Master continued speaking with excitement, "If you can undergo nirvana of changing the marrow, it would mean that your control had advanced one more step, and as such, your control over true energy oscillation would improve greatly. Enough to use weak and high-frequency oscillations to treat meridians. By my estimate, it will take one or two months for you to fully recover."
One or two months!? Qin Fen knit his brows as he considered it a bit. This speed of recovery is truly fast. Having been hit by White Tiger - Jarl Lassen's palm, a recovery time of two months can be considered lucky. Furthermore, I can also finish the nirvana of changing the marrow.
"Of course, there is a faster method." Master raised his finger at the sky as the scene of Qin Fen's near-death experience appeared on the projection screen.
"Kid, do you remember this? If you want to, this kind of thing can happen once more, it can be done very, very easily. Only, in this way, you will miss the chance of nirvana of changing the marrow. Furthermore…"
"Furthermore, if I did that, perhaps my heart of martial dao will be broken." Qin Fen looked up at the scene and calmly said, "Perhaps I'll never have any chance to look at the highest peak of martial arts."
"That's right!" Master pursed his lips with pride. "A person who does not even dare to challenge will naturally be abandoned by the martial dao."
Qin Fen shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands out, looking extremely calm, "Although I still don't have a complete grasp on my martial arts, the shortcut you just have provided is completely contrary to my martial dao. I choose to fight on my own! If the nirvana of changing the marrow is truly successful, I will lay a very good foundation for it. Even if Jarl Lassen in a divine beast, I will still pay him back for that palm."
"Very good! In fact, the benefits of nirvana of changing the marrow are not just limited to these." Master looked at Qin Fen, smiling, "The so-called True Inborn Blood Transfusion Rebirth is actually the basic level of nirvana of changing the marrow. It keeps your blood and energy in a congenital blood kind of state, but this depends on your control."
Qin Fen slowly nodded. As a martial artist who had successfully completed blood transfusion once, he naturally knew what Master said was completely correct.
"Bone marrow is the only place that produces blood." Master raised his finger as he pointed at the bone marrow on the screen and said, "After the nirvana of bone marrow, you will enter the Greater Inborn Realm. Then, the blood produced simply wouldn't need the martial artist to control it, it will always in a state beyond true inborn, and won't need the martial artist to convert it himself."
The scene on the huge projection screen changed rapidly as the Master made a concluding remark, "So when you have completed the nirvana of changing the marrow, your Blood Transfusion Rebirth will also be done."
Qin Fen quietly looked at that change image in the sky. I just need to sense this slowly squirming bone marrow!?
"Okay, I will help you once for now so that you can wake up quickly. The rest will depend on you."
Master's eyes flickered with a crazy glow as he raised his hand and slapped Qin Fen's chest. This palm was fifty percent faster than White Tiger - Jarl Lassen's on the beach. Immediately, everything went black before his eyes as he left the dreamland space. A burning pain raided his each and every nerve instantly.
Ahhhhh!!
Qin Fen let out a cry in anguish as he slowly opened his eyes. The pain in reality was a hundred times more excruciating than in the dreamland. It was so painful that one would even think of committing suicide to bring an end to this pain. Qin Fen opened his cracked lips and drew a cold breath of air down his lungs, hoping to use this cold breath of air to drowse the burning hot pain.
"He is awake!"
"What? He actually woke up on his own?"
"Isn't this a sudden spurt of activity before the collapse?"
Several top-level medical experts looked at Qin Fen with shock across the sophisticated equipment. According to the previous data, even if this young man was in a coma, it would not be strange.
According to the calculation carried out by the instruments, the possibility of Qin Fen waking up was one out of almost four million! One out of three million seven hundred ninety-five thousand five hundred and forty-two!
It was very small! The chances of Qin Fen waking up was negligible. Yet this young man woke up.
"This…"
Several experts looked at each other in a daze. If Qin Fen ended up dead in a coma, everything would have been easier. After all, it could be said that the willpower of the patient was not strong enough.
Today, Qin Fen woke up! The experts discovered that after Qin Fen woke up, they still didn't know where to start with the treatment. They could only look at him anxiously like a family member, without any real help.
Qin Fen slowly moved his eyes, the only two places on his entire body that he could move, and checked out the complex medical environment.
"Don't bother me, I want to help myself."
Qin Fen somehow squeezed out an entire sentence from his throat, albeit weakly. Immediately, the mic next to him transmitted his voice into the ears of the experts in another room.
Help himself!? All the experts were stunned. This kid is so hurt that he doesn't even have the strength to speak, how is he going to help himself?
Disregarding those stunned experts behind the glass completely, Qin Fen slowly closed his eyes and began to sense the existence of bone marrow in his body in accordance with the records in the figure from the dreamland.
SLAM!
The door of the experts' room was kicked open as Xue Tian appeared in everyone's eyes. His brows were knit with anxiety and unhappiness. His bright as Polaris eyes stared at the several experts in the room. "I said this when you all just came here: you barged in surrounded by retinues with your noses up high, and then what? Why can't you even come up with any treatment plan?"
Xing Wuyi, who was standing behind Xue Tian, was being dragged by his arms, for fear that those few angry young men who waiting outside the room would act irrationally.
This was the very young man who dared to swing his blade straight at Divine Beast - Jarl Lassen in anger. God knows what he would do when anger rushed to his head.
Several experts looked at each other with wry smiles. If they had met such an arrogant man before, they would have long called security to drag them out. But today they were simply too embarrassed to open their mouths and call security.
No one had forgotten that when they arrived, they came in with the attitude that they were the only ones to revere in the medical world. But today, they couldn't even come up with the most basic treatment plan, let alone save the patient.
"This…" Wang Xu, the fifty-year-old head of the group of experts had a faint guilty look on his old face. "Young man, we are seeing such heavy and strange injuries for the first time. We still need a little something. Besides, your friend just woke up…"
"What!?"
A dozen or so young men outside the gate immediately rushed in. Yang Lie, Caesar, and the others rushed in too hard, pushing Xue Tian deeper into the room.
Wang Xu, having stared by the eager gazes of a dozen young men, showed them the recent video.
"Old Qin's wants to treat himself on his own."
A dozen young martial artists stared at each other in confusion. It was already a miracle to wake up, and now he was talking about self-treatment. This Old Qin…
"Sorry, this is a special ward, you can't enter…"
Outside the door, the young nurse spread her arms to block the passage, looking at the young man in martial attire with firm determination.
"Why can't I enter? Qin Fen! I am here to challenge you, don't be a turtle hiding in his shell…"
The loud provocative voice traveled down the quiet corridor directly into the ears of each and every young man present the doctors' room.
Xue Tian's eyes twitched momentarily as the gloomy look on his face turned into that of a smile in the blink of an eye. A freezing-cold chill appeared in that hope-filled smile.
"Qin Fen, you can't come out again…"
Xue Tian cocked his neck left and right as he crossed his fingers and moved his wrists and shoulders in a circle before he stepped out of the room. His bright eyes gazed at the twenty-some-year old young man before him as he pointed his thumb at his own nose. "What are you looking for?"
"You…" The young man was taken aback for a moment. Then, he stared at Xue Tian with surprise. "Are you Qin Fen?"
"Why?" Xue Tian walked towards the young man with a sneer. "Can't I be Qin Fen?"
The young man subconsciously took half a step back but in the next instant, a faint smile suddenly appeared on his lips. "I am not looking for you, so don't pretend to be Qin Fen in front of me…"
"Is that so…?"
Suddenly, Xue Tian's right knee shook before the distance of ten meters between the two disappeared in the blink of an eye. Next, he raised his right hand and ruthlessly slapped the young man who had yet not finished speaking!
The nurse on the side didn't even the time to close her eyes as she witnessed the bloody scene. The challenger's jaw had shattered crisply and his abdomen had been smashed by Xue Tian's knee. Owing to which, instead of spitting white saliva, he kept on spewing blood. Surprise was clearly written in his pair of bright eyes.
Didn't the news from the special channels say that Qin Fen is seriously injured and can't even move? Who is this man then? Is he sick? Why did he beat me? Even if he is one of Song Jia's suitor, now is the time to attack Qin Fen! Everyone should be taking advantage of Qin Fen's injury to challenge him fairly…
"I'm not the person you are looking for? Sorry, you're the punching bag I was looking for."
In ears of the unconscious challenger echoed the provocative voice of Xue Tian.
The challenger was unconscious. Very soon, several doctors and nurses carried the challenger away. This was a hospital, and as such, the young martial artists were saved from the trouble of calling an ambulance.
Xue Tian sat heavily down on the seat in the corridor as an uncomfortable look hung on his face. His feet kept tapping the ground as he mumbled to himself in disdain, "Now challengers are running to the ICU to challenge. They obviously know Old Qin is injured! God knows where these idiots are coming from, they are truly shameless."
Idiots!? Xing Wuyi sat down beside Xue Tian, shaking his head. There were only a few forces who could know the existence of Qin Fen. And anyone who can reach the six-star level at the age of twenty or so was could not be called an idiot for sure.
As the doors of a nearby elevator in the corridor opened to either side, Du Peng's swept a glance at Xue Tian from the corner of his eyes. Making a tapping sound with his feet, he grabbed the attention of every young man stuck in the elevator and asked, "Are you coming here to challenge Qin Fen?"
"Ah!? How do you know? Are you also here for…"
Xing Wuyi raised his hand to block his ears yet he was still unable to block the sounds of kicks and punches and that miserable screams of that victim before he went unconscious, as well as the sound of the elevator slowly moving downstairs.
Du Peng took out a tissue and wiped the opponent's blood off before throwing it in the dustbin next to him. Next, he returned back to the crowd of young martial artists with light steps as if nothing happened.
The silent atmosphere returned to the corridor. But suddenly, Solomon stood up, attracting everyone's gaze on him.
"Who wants juice? I'm going to buy it."
Stunned, everyone shook their heads. Xing Wuyi stared back at the fading back of Solomon with curiosity, wondering as to why the usually reticent young man made everyone feel strange whenever he took his leave?
Baffled…? Xing Wuyi gently rubbed his temples. Impossible!?
In the hall downstairs, Solomon, carrying an unopened can of apple juice can, stood before a young man exuding a slight battle intent.
"Looking for Qin Fen? To challenge?"
Solomon kept his words short. Nonetheless, his meaning was very clear.
"Hey? How do you know? Are you also here for that?"
In the next moment, the people in the hall got to see what was called a clear-cut fight. In just a matter of seconds, the young man standing before Solomon was lying on the ground with a bloodied face, his limbs broken by heavy fist technique. Even if he did wake up, he would not be able to issue a challenge of any sort anytime soon.
Having finished beating the challenger, Solomon turned around and made his way to the nearby lounge next to the elevator and sat down. Nevertheless, his eyes never left the gate that one had to pass to leave or enter the hall.
Very soon, doctors rushed the injured young martial artist for the emergency treatment, while some were busy calling the police, "Hello, is this police station? Here…"
SLAM…
The phone call was interrupted by one hand. Yu Xiao, wearing the police uniform, looked at the person who called the police with a serious look. "I am a police officer, what I just did was part of my official duties."
With the appearance of the police officer, the man nodded hurriedly and hung up the phone.
Wu Hui sat down next to Solomon. This young man of European origin, who was a man of few words, turned out to be cold on the outside but warm on the inside.
Chapter end
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