northernbook Chapter 410 Ah, have you misunderstood something?
Chapter 410 Ah, have you misunderstood something?
Master Heli seemed quite confident. "I guess that's why he started cultivating so late. No one could find his spiritual root, so they treated him as a mortal and didn't teach him any cultivation methods. Besides, there were very few methods suitable for him. The water-based cultivation method didn't suit his physique, so his cultivation was so slow."
"That makes sense," the woman said, still hesitating.
He Li Dao Ren immediately added, "But it can't escape my discerning eyes. His spiritual root is not only an unusual spiritual root, but also an unusual spiritual root. Guess where it is? I vaguely found it in the Taiyin Spleen Meridian. I guarantee that if it were someone else, they wouldn't have been able to find it at all."
The woman was startled upon hearing this and immediately said, "Then his master must be very powerful, able to discover the Gui Water spiritual root that you couldn't even detect?"
"Haha, impressive indeed." Master Heli laughed heartily, "But it can't withstand the destruction of all witnesses and evidence. Once our ceremony is complete, I'll skin him alive, turn him into a puppet, let him wander around outside, and then walk into the warehouse to detonate the shells. The entire warehouse of the 134th Battalion will be reduced to ashes, leaving no one to testify."
"what!"
The woman was so terrified by this shocking idea that she fell to the ground. "You're going to blow up the whole camp?"
"Hmph, you're so indecisive and cowardly. You're the kind of person who's afraid to take risks when it comes to doing great things. It's a good thing you're not in charge of the family, otherwise we would never be able to advance any further."
He Li Dao Ren showed considerable disdain, "This is the safest way to ensure there are no witnesses. Think of Chong'er, think of your son. The bigger and cleaner the explosion, the more intact your son will be. No one will come to investigate this place."
His idea was to blow up the entire warehouse, including the surveillance recording stone. Even if someone could somehow repair the recording stone, they would only see that Zhong Ming was the one who caused the explosion.
Zhong Ming heard it clearly, and his heart was filled with shock. They wanted to kill him to silence him, and they even wanted to drag the entire battalion down with them.
Their goal is...
"Once the exchange of their talents and physiques is completed, Chong'er's future will be promising. There's no time to lose, Chong'er's mother, don't hesitate, let's get started."
Zhong Ming:......
'Holy crap... fortune and misfortune are intertwined, this...'
He was momentarily overjoyed, but the pain coursing through his body pulled him back to reality. 'Damn it, I have to think of something. The dragon vein... what can the power of the dragon vein do? The storage stone and the false teeth haven't been discovered yet, right? What usable stuff is inside?'
His mind has never been as sharp as it is today, and he has never been so close to death.
A strange friction sound came, like the odd noise of rubbing bat skin against rusty steel. Then, a cool medicinal powder was applied to one of his wounds.
A tingling sensation came over him, and Zhong Ming closed his eyes. He knew this was the so-called "anesthetic," which was probably the sleeping gas from before.
He was gradually losing his sense of his body, and he hardened his heart, knowing that he absolutely could not faint again.
Come on, one more time, dragon of spiritual power, wake me up.
This was his extreme experience during his first cultivation session. The power within the dragon vein gathered and slammed into his body with a violent force, smashing through all the way to the Zhongzhu acupoint.
This time, the direction was completely haphazard.
The intense pain immediately dispelled his deep sleep, and at the same time, a powerful force violently surged into his body.
Instantly, all the meridians in his body tensed up, and all his spiritual energy was violently pulled away. His dantian felt as if it had been turned upside down and twisted into a pretzel, constantly squeezed to extract every last drop of spiritual energy.
The meridians throughout the body were as dry as a desert, filled with the fierce winds whipped up by hostile forces, with not a single drop of "sweet dew" remaining.
Zhong Ming endured inhuman suffering; he had no choice, for the pain came before death.
'Damn it, I'm going all out.'
A wisp of spiritual energy flowed out from the dragon vein, only to be instantly carried away by the dry "wind," leaving no trace whatsoever.
He was eager to try, but he kept telling himself to stay calm.
Until his brain started to contradict itself.
'Calm down, calm down, I must stay calm.'
'Stop yelling, it's only because you keep telling me to calm down that I can't calm down.'
"I'm telling myself to calm down because I don't know what else to do. I can only mechanically repeat it to give myself some comfort. I need to get rid of this habit quickly; there's no time left."
'Analyze, analyze the intelligence. What are they planning? To swap my physical attributes and talents. Yes, after stealing them, there should be a process of infusion. That's the opportunity.'
He found a key point in the extremely subtle changes.
The gale stopped blowing, perhaps because his "talent" had been exhausted. He seized the opportunity, and his remaining spiritual power surged out from the dragon vein, rushing wildly through his parched meridians.
"Where to? To the chest! That damn meridian-suppressing artifact! This idiot mistook you for my spiritual root. Now it's your turn to make your move. Let's go!"
The calming agent traveled through his meridians at his will, and the refined agent was like a third arm to his body, allowing him to do as he pleased.
It continuously bypassed the "steel pillar" obstacle, entered the dragon vein, flew around the vein at high speed, carrying all the remaining spiritual power, and headed straight for the chest.
All I can say is, Mrs. Battalion Commander, Fang Qianqian's sister, please, please really believe I am your brother, and come save me quickly.
"Click."
"Huh?" Did something crack?
He Li Dao Ren looked around in confusion. Upon hearing this, the woman said repeatedly, "Should we stop? This cannot afford to make the slightest mistake. You are Chong'er's blood relative. You cannot risk him."
“It’s alright, all the spirit runes are running smoothly. Maybe… this guy’s bones are broken.” After checking and confirming that everything was in order, he laughed loudly, then placed his hand on the steel pillar, which trembled a few times.
"Look, this should be it. It was inserted crookedly, breaking half of his bone. Now the other half must be broken too."
"Hey, don't move, what if it affects the absorption of talent?"
"What nonsense! The talent has already been absorbed and is now being injected. Even if you just push him away, it won't matter..." He said, then realized he had exaggerated. This kind of method used by the demonic sect was something that was difficult to understand. It would be good enough if one could just imitate it and set up a formation. It would be best not to make any unnecessary moves.
"Forget it, just to be on the safe side, let's not move."
Time passed extremely slowly. For someone like Zhong Ming, who was immersed in extreme pain, time seemed to stand still, and every moment was an extreme torment.
The hourglass of time slowly turned upside down, and the next moment, a gentle power poured out. Ren Yun's body was a gentle constitution, and the spiritual power was like a young girl's hand brushing through her meridians, as gentle as a cloud.
He felt so comfortable he wanted to shout out.
I've made a profit this time; now it's just a matter of whether I can get out and run away.