latelenovela Chapter 435
Chapter 435
Zhong Ming now possesses four powerful spear techniques and a simple combo.
Grain Rain in spring, severe heat in summer, equinox in autumn, and severe cold in winter.
The four moves are used in turn, endlessly, like the changing seasons, the unchanging weather, and the ceaseless thrust of the spear.
Thinking of this, Zhong Ming felt a surge of excitement in his heart, wishing he could fly to the training ground right now and exchange a few blows with his brothers.
"That's enough. We can't eat any more. We shouldn't eat too much ordinary meat. Impure things can easily clog our meridians, and then we'll have to undergo a meridian cleansing and marrow treatment, which will be a real hassle."
When Zhong Ming came to his senses, he saw that Miss Yao had stopped eating "elegantly," and her robes were no longer tightly wrapped around her, but were casually draped over her shoulders.
"Is it warm now?"
"Not even close."
"Then you can bake it."
Miss Yao: ......
Zhong Ming sat cross-legged on the futon, his body hunched over like a broken bell, and the way his spiritual energy flowed within his body was very different from before.
The assimilation of his meridians with the dragon veins meant that he was constantly accumulating spiritual energy on his own. This accumulation was very slow, which might be a huge advantage in places with limited cultivation opportunities, but...
He's not a real dragon. A real dragon is the essence of heaven and earth, able to absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth as easily as taking something out of a bag. When this spiritual power enters the body, it's like coming home; there's no need for refinement. During the process of entering the body, it is refined by the powerful flesh and blood of the real dragon, which is equivalent to directly turning it into already refined spiritual power.
Dragons can improve their cultivation level simply by lying down and sleeping.
Zhong Ming couldn't do that; he was just an ordinary person.
Therefore, he is constantly facing the surge of spiritual energy and must refine it every now and then, otherwise his meridians will burst.
This is probably what they mean by experiencing pain and pleasure at the same time.
"I'll practice a little longer."
Zhong Ming silently retreated to his array area.
She was a little unhappy, but it was quickly replaced by another thought, "Hey, what's the name of the cultivation technique you're practicing? It's the method that allows you to quickly switch between physical cultivation and Taoist cultivation. I've never seen it before."
"A method? Hmph." Zhong Ming thought the key to this method was simply to risk having his soul possessed and beat up that damned dragon soul, and then everything would be fine. If it weren't for the "Spirit Retirement Home" protecting him...
and many more!
Spiritual Nursing Home.
For a long time, Zhong Ming had been terrified, terrified that without a treasure to protect his soul, he would be completely unable to deal with Gao Jin's soul-devouring methods. This treasure was both far away and right in front of him.
If we could refine this Myriad Soul Banner... no, what's it called again, the Soul-Summoning Banner? into a meridian-suppressing artifact, what would we have to fear from soul attacks?
Using offense as defense, anyone who dares to launch a soul attack will be devoured.
Zhong Ming was overjoyed. Although refining this treasure was impossible at present, it would definitely be possible in the future.
He became excited, quickly familiarized himself with his meridians, and after refining the remaining spiritual energy, he stretched his body and stood up.
"How long have I been cultivating?"
"You haven't spoken to me for nine hours!"
"What if we start counting from when you enter the room?"
"About... eight days?"
“Okay,” Zhong Ming stretched his limbs, arranged his wheelchair, and said, “I’m going out for a bit.”
"Could you bring me a box of rouge from Tianshui Pavilion?"
"Okay, toilet paper..."
Zhong Ming left the house under someone's resentful gaze. His movements were exceptionally practiced. He sat down in the wheelchair, tilted his head, and stuck out his tongue, looking exactly like a terminally ill old man.
As soon as he stepped out, a cultivator outside hurriedly left, and in a short while, Sister Fang Qianqian arrived at this place.
"You're out?" She had originally planned to teach Zhong Ming a lesson, but when she got closer, she suddenly stopped and looked at him with a mixture of confusion and disbelief.
"Hello, Mrs. Battalion Commander."
Zhong Ming's unusual greeting only made her feel more uneasy.
"Has your injury worsened?"
"It's alright, with some rest, you'll get better."
"No," he said, "you need to be disciplined and taken seriously, but we'll leave the discipline for now. Go to the medical team immediately and have them do a follow-up examination. You shouldn't have done this. Didn't you do anything else while you were recuperating?"
"No," Zhong Ming replied decisively.
Ten minutes later, the medical monk was scratching his head in frustration.
“Madam, the situation has indeed deteriorated significantly. His physical strength has almost dropped to the level of an ordinary person, but... there’s no reason for it.”
"Monitor, enter the monitoring area, check, I want to see him return to his original state." She was now restless. Zhong Ming's injury and hospitalization were a matter of experience, but if his talent was ruined and his future was cut off, that would be a political issue.
The Flame Wolf Army handed this coveted prize to your battalion so you could pull off this mess?
Zhong Ming said weakly, "There's nothing wrong with my body. It's just that I neglected my physical training while recuperating. I'll be back to normal after a month or two of training."
"No, you have to train in the ICU. We'll watch you train until you come back before you come out."
Zhong Ming was now completely helpless, with no one to turn to for help. Who could possibly come out for a stroll, buy a house in Tianshui Pavilion... and get some scraps of paper and get locked up here? As for Miss Yao hiding in the quiet room, who knows if she has enough fasting pills or how long she can live.
"Ahem, Madam, this is just a temporary condition, it's nothing serious. I'll be fine after a few more days of rest. There's no need for you to occupy such a precious position."
"Go, put him in my intensive care unit." Her order was simple and decisive, giving Zhong Ming no room to object, and she simply dragged him away.
Zhong Ming was forcibly dragged all the way to the innermost part of the intensive care unit and thrown into a room.
He dared not move an inch. The surrounding restrictions emanated a terrifying aura, as if touching them would result in him being blown to smithereens.
"Your activity area is limited to a radius of three zhang around this meditation cushion. We will come in regularly to monitor your health." The medical monk's sweet voice did nothing to alleviate his unease.
Damn it, isn't this a solitary confinement cell?!
Why have they put me in solitary confinement again?!
They've become addicted to locking people up!
He sat there motionless, like a deflated balloon. What should we do...?
Well, now my meridians are strong, but my flesh and blood are weak. However, my flesh and blood are not the kind of weakness that ordinary people who have never trained are weak. Rather, it is the weakness caused by the extraction of spiritual power. It is like a wine jug that has been emptied of wine. You just need to pour the wine back in.
He needs a powerful shock, a cleansing of the marrow and tendons, and a medicinal bath.
It seems... there's another way.
breakthrough.