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Chapter 294 Blood and Marrow Regeneration (Purple)
The carbonized skin that originally covered half of his face and spread to his chest now crackled like the bark of an old tree, with cracks spreading rapidly. Beneath the black scabs, a faint crimson glow shone through.

"Sigh~"

A series of subtle cracking sounds rang out as the eschar peeled off in patches, revealing the tender new flesh underneath.

The flesh was not the usual pink, but a deep crimson, as if every inch of skin contained surging blood and energy.

The carbonized texture and broken muscle fibers re-entwine and grow, and the damaged meridians, like a stream that has been parched for a long time and now receives timely rain, gradually become unobstructed.

The blood and qi in his body, which were originally stagnant and dark due to the serious injury, are now boiling like ignited magma!
"Om~"

The Qi and blood surged through the meridians, emitting a deep rumble. Originally, only 50% of the strength could be exerted, but as the Qi and blood became abundant, it rapidly increased.

The martial arts of qi and blood transformed from Dan Jin seemed to have broken free of its shackles at this moment, and every flow of qi and blood carried the power to shatter mountains and split rocks.

Chen Zhan could clearly feel waves of warmth emanating from deep within his bone marrow. His previously damaged hematopoietic function was completely activated, and the newly generated blood, carrying even greater power, washed away the old damage throughout his body.

Three full hours later.

Chen Zhan slowly opened his eyes, and there was a scorched blood crust on the bed.

Feel your body; the scabs on your face and neck have faded, and the new flesh is bright red and transparent. People with slightly better eyesight can even see the bright red blood flowing in the veins.

Half of the wounds on his body have healed.

This change in destiny should have saved me two months of rest and recuperation.

Chen Zhan checked again
[Subject: Chen Zhan]

Age: 30

[World: Ming Dynasty]

[Destiny: Heart and Soul Forging (Green), Vitality Like a Tiger (Purple), Blood Marrow Regeneration (Purple)]

Lifespan: Over 100 years

[Ability: Qi and Blood Martial Arts! (Severely Injured!)]

[Talents: Devouring Fate, Iron Bones, Self-Healing, Refining Spirit, Burning Blood+]

[Luck: 500 points]

Note 1: Without illness, disaster, or calamity, one can live to be over a hundred years old, but the upper limit is difficult to determine! In a state of minor injury, one can exert 80% of their strength!
Note 2: Devouring Fortune and Forging Fate can plunder one's destiny, and one's fate can be altered through fortune!

[Blood Marrow Regeneration (Purple)] - Greatly enhances blood and qi regeneration ability, rapidly repairs bone and organ damage, permanently increases maximum blood and qi by 30%, and allows active burning of bone marrow and blood and qi during combat, doubling burst power for a short period. (Cost: Requires one month of rest afterward).

With multiple plus signs for Iron Bones and Blood Burning, it's probably been upgraded to its maximum.

[Blood and bone marrow regeneration] needs no further explanation, it has already been explained very clearly.

[Qi and Blood Like a Tiger] Advance to purple level, feel the Qi and blood surging like a great river in your body, coming out of the dantian, spreading throughout the body, and then condensing back into the dantian to form the "Qi and Blood Divine Tiger".

During the circulation of Qi and blood, it becomes extremely sluggish and difficult to quickly condense each time it passes through the waist and ribs.

These two positions were also where he was most seriously injured.

However, it has now recovered to 80%, and with the increase in blood and qi brought about by blood and marrow regeneration, it is not much different from its previous peak.

Chen Zhan slowly opened his eyes, a flash of crimson light appearing briefly in them. His blood and qi surged, naturally forming a faint crimson halo on his body.

Chen raised his hand and waved it, and crimson blood energy condensed in his palm, forming a small vortex, which then slowly dissipated.

He raised his hand to touch his cheek; the charred skin had completely peeled off, revealing smooth, jade-like skin, which was somewhat terrifying in comparison.

A quick glance reveals the blood flowing beneath the skin and the crisscrossing blood vessels.

"Like this."

"I think I should wear a mask."

One purpose was to compete for the Buddha's relic at Guangyuan Temple, and another was to test just how strong the world's top combat power really was.

The Wheel King has a very high luck value.

Chen Zhan also wanted to test whether the luck value of high-ranking officials, or even emperors, was the same as that of Japanese officers.

After his seclusion ended, Chen Zhan opened the window and peered out.

As darkness fell, the town remained bustling. After all, they were going up the mountain the next day, and Guangyuan Temple had instructed each sect to only receive two people. Naturally, some people wondered if they could enter if they claimed to be from no sect.

But this was already part of the monk's plan.

Those without a sect or affiliation will not be received! Of course, independent individuals may try to force their way in.

Moreover, the reason for distinguishing them by sects is to prevent you from forging your own sect. The Ming Dynasty once had a strong control over the martial arts world. If you wanted to openly establish a sect, you had to register with the court.

Only by paying the full amount of taxes each year can one occupy the mountain and recruit disciples.

Otherwise, if all the martial artists in the world could just occupy a mountain and establish a sect, how would the imperial court collect taxes every year? They would all be going up the mountain to occupy sects and train disciples.

Although the recent defeat at Sarhu has reduced the area's control, Guangyuan Temple requires a permit issued by the imperial court. Without one, entry is prohibited, and one must force their way in.

This is why Han Tiange had to find a sect and obtain their token.

Chen Zhan's gaze swept across the area and he saw a familiar figure.

After a moment's thought, he picked up the impermanence mask from the table, flipped over, and disappeared into the night.

The night wind swept through the streets, carrying bits of grass and wood. Chen Zhan touched the ground with his toes, his figure gliding along the ground like a shadow.

The mask of the Impermanent Ghost covered most of his face, revealing only his eyes. His footsteps landed silently, and no one noticed him.

Zhou Miaoyun carried a cloth bag, her skirt stained with dust. She looked around anxiously, her steps hurried but unstoppable. She knew no martial arts, relying only on sheer willpower to keep going. Her chest heaved violently, her panting clearly audible in the quiet twilight.

Chen Zhanzhui was three zhang behind her, his gaze sweeping over the shadows of the street corner and the roof tiles. Besides him, there were three other auras secretly following her, the Imperial Guards.

Chen Zhan had never seen these three Imperial Guards before.

It shouldn't be under Shen Tong's command. He's seen all the Imperial Guards from Shen Tong's Thousand Household Office, and there's also Jin Yichuan as an inside man. It's unlikely that anyone would be secretly watching Zhou Miaoyun.

Zhou Miaoyun had done him a great favor. He was in a very critical situation at the time. Without Zhou Miaoyun taking him in, he would have had a very difficult time finding a place to recuperate, even if he hadn't died.

Three miles east of the town lies a scattered village, with mud-brick houses scattered about, the smoke from cooking fires long gone, and only a few households with dim oil lamps lit.

Zhou Miaoyun leaned against the wall and panted for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea. After confirming that no one was chasing her, she staggered into a house at the far east end.

She naturally had no way of discovering the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

Chen Zhan hid in the old locust tree outside the village, his gaze piercing through the window paper to see the situation inside the house.

On the earthen bed, three people lay sprawled, all covered in injuries.

Ding Baiying's white clothes were stained with blood, and there was a deep knife wound on her shoulder that revealed the bone. The bandage was soaked with dark red blood, clearly indicating that she had been severely injured by a sharp weapon.

Ding Xiu leaned against the corner of the wall, his chest caved in, bloodstains still wet on the corner of his mouth, his breath weak, severely injured by the shock of internal force.

Ding Tai lay face down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), one leg twisted unnaturally, his trouser leg soaked in blood, suggesting that his tendons and bones were broken.

"Did you get the medicine?" Ding Baiying forced herself to sit up.

Zhou Miaoyun quickly put down the cloth bag and took out several packets of herbs and a porcelain bottle: "I bought them! Commander Shen is checking very closely, so I went to several pharmacies before I dared to buy them."

Ding Xiu coughed twice, spitting out a mouthful of blood: "Don't worry, the place we chose is secluded, the Embroidered Uniform Guard might not be able to find us, wait!"

His eyes suddenly sharpened. "There's some noise outside!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than three light knocks came from outside the courtyard wall, the rhythm quick and light – the secret communication signal of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

Jin Yichuan was in the Embroidered Uniform Guard, so naturally they knew this code.

Zhou Miaoyun was unaware of this and even got up to open the door, but Ding Baiying grabbed her and said, "You can climb over the back wall and leave us alone."

Before she could finish speaking, three dark figures scaled the wall and landed with a slight thud. They were the three Imperial Guards who had followed Zhou Miaoyun.

Only the chief commander, having entered the Acquired Realm, could cultivate internal strength.

"As expected, it was hidden here!" The leader of the Imperial Guards sneered and pointed his sword directly into the house.

Despite her pain, Ding Baiying grabbed the long knife from the side of the kang (a heated brick bed). Ding Tai was completely unable to move, so Ding Baiying and Ding Xiu came out to meet her.

Just as the Imperial Guards' crossbows were about to fire, Chen Zhan, perched on the old locust tree outside the courtyard, finally moved.

With a swift movement, he shot down like an arrow. The three Imperial Guards only saw a blur before they saw a figure wearing a mask of the Impermanent Ghost blocking their way. His aura was as powerful as a mountain, giving them a suffocating feeling.

"Who are you?" the leading Imperial Guard shouted warily, his embroidered spring knife held horizontally in front of his chest.

Chen Zhan did not answer, but simply raised his hand, and crimson blood and qi condensed in his palm, transforming into an invisible force that shot out.

The three Imperial Guards felt a tremendous force strike them, their Embroidered Spring Blades instantly slipped from their hands, and they flew backward like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily into the courtyard wall, spitting out blood and losing consciousness.

"Wow, it's so powerful."

Chen Zhan's experiment was just a test, but the power was unexpectedly great; several people survived but were seriously injured.

Most of the members of the Embroidered Uniform Guard were ordinary people who did their jobs diligently and responsibly, so he had no intention of killing anyone.

Ding Baiying and the other person were stunned. The situation changed drastically. Chen Zhan appeared too quickly, his kung fu was too high, and he was wearing the Wuchang Ghost Mask. They didn't know whether he was friend or foe.

Chen Zhan glanced at Ding Baiying, somewhat puzzled.

The appearance of these people here is extremely inappropriate. With an inside agent from the Embroidered Uniform Guard present, and her being injured like this, it shouldn't be the work of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

Moreover, to be honest, Ding Baiying is a smart person, and Jin Yichuan is not stupid either. They should understand that the current situation at Guangyuan Temple is no longer something they can get involved in. King Zhuanlun alone could wipe them all out.

However, King Zhuanlun was no match for Xuan Kong. Within Guangyuan Temple, there were countless masters of Xuan Kong's caliber.

Chen Zhan didn't say anything. He stepped forward, picked up the three unconscious Imperial Guards, and quickly flew away. He walked to the main road, pressed a few acupoints on the three men, and then placed them next to the post station.

Just leave.

The post station will take care of the situation once they see the Embroidered Uniform Guard uniforms; the three of them won't die.

Ding Baiying and the others were stunned for a moment. Chen Zhan had already left, and Zhou Miaoyun, hearing no movement, did not run away.

"Who was that person just now?" Ding Baiying asked Zhou Miaoyun.

Zhou Miaoyun saw Chen Zhan's departing figure, but didn't even see him make a move, let alone know who it was.

"Uh, I don't know."

The two had only exchanged a few words when Chen Zhan returned.

Chen Zhan returned to the courtyard in an instant, and the mask of the Impermanent Ghost appeared before them. Ding Baiying and Ding Xiu were on high alert, their swords drawn.

Ding Baiying asked, "Why are you helping us?"

Although she said this, her long sword was already drawn, and she did not relax her grip.

Chen Zhan didn't care. He stepped forward and said, "Don't you recognize me? Miss Zhou."

(End of this chapter)