My martial spirit leads me to Earth; I begin by submitting my skills to the Douluo Continent.

Chapter 47 Resisting Feudal Superstition

"That's enough!"

Tang San abruptly closed his eyes, unable to watch any longer.

Watching his elder brother Su Yun being humiliated by such a clown who used self-harm to gain a slight advantage, and seeing the mocking glances cast at him by the mediocre people around him, Tang San felt a fire burning in his chest.

"Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!"

"This garbage meditation technique, this foolish method that kills a thousand enemies but also loses eight hundred of your own, actually dares to defeat Brother Su?"

Tang San gripped his trouser leg tightly, his knuckles turning pale from the excessive force.

if only----

As long as I teach the secret formula of the Mysterious Heaven Skill to my elder brother—

It doesn't require any profound understanding; you just need to change the rhythm of your breathing and clear a few meridians.

Brother Su Yun's cultivation speed can instantly increase tenfold!

That way, we could immediately stomp this fat man, whose face was covered in blood, into the mud!

But----

Suddenly, the image of the towering Ghostly Cliff of the Tang Clan in Bashu from his previous life flashed into Tang San's mind.

The image of that cold stone tablet resurfaced, along with the elders' ancestral precept devoid of any warmth:

The Tang Clan's secret techniques are passed down only within the family.

Those who steal others' knowledge will be killed without mercy!

Anyone who leaks this information shall die!

In his previous life, he was forced to jump off a cliff to prove his innocence and atone for his sins by secretly learning inner sect techniques as an outer disciple.

That despair, that reverence for the rules of the sect, had long been etched into the depths of his soul.

Brother Su has given me a second life; he is my guide in this world.

However, the Xuan Tian Gong is the foundation upon which the Tang Clan stands.

If this is passed on to outsiders, it is tantamount to betraying one's master and ancestors, and it is a betrayal of the Tang Clan!

Having lived two lives, should I, Tang San, betray my vows and principles just to fight for a moment's pride?

On one side are the traditional sect rules and beliefs etched into their souls.

On one side is Su Yun, his benefactor who has confided in him and is now suffering an injustice.

Two conflicting thoughts clashed wildly in Tang San's mind, plunging him into an unprecedented and agonizing internal struggle.

His face was even more pale than Rob's on the stage, and his body was even trembling slightly.

Earth Command Center.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward at this moment.

Dozens of prayer cushions were neatly arranged in the center of the hall, and those sitting on them were all leading figures from all walks of life in China.

A high-ranking monk in a brocade robe closed his eyes and lowered his curtains, a Taoist priest with an otherworldly air made a hand gesture for the noon-midnight hand seal, and even two Olympic champions who had just won gold medals were trying to sense the so-called primordial energy of heaven and earth by trying to use the three long and two short breathing method taught by the otherworldly teacher Li on the screen.

Lei Zhan paced back and forth in front of the command platform with his arms crossed and his brows furrowed, while Zi Guang anxiously glanced at these big shots who usually commanded great influence.

Half an hour passed.

"Cough cough————"

A white-haired biology luminary finally opened his eyes, rubbed his numb, old legs, and looked at Lei Zhan with a helpless expression.

"Team Leader Lei, I can't do it. Forget about the light spot, I couldn't even sense any static electricity. Apart from feeling a little dizzy from holding my breath due to oxygen deprivation, I didn't react at all."

The Taoist priest beside him, who had cultivated for sixty years, shook his head with a wry smile, flicked his whisk, and sighed, "May the Heavenly Venerable bestow boundless blessings. Layman Lei, we must believe in science. From a materialist perspective, the composition of the Earth's atmosphere is very stable."

"78% is nitrogen, 21% is oxygen, and the rest is rare gases, water vapor, and some PM2.5 particles. I just sensed it carefully, and there are no free-state high-energy particles as described in that world."

The Taoist priest paused for a moment, then earnestly advised, "The idea that meditation can make you stronger is pure feudal superstition, and we should resolutely resist it."

Lei looked at the old Taoist priest in front of him, dressed in a Taoist robe and holding a whisk, and a huge question mark slowly appeared on his forehead.

"?"

The Earth's environment does not support cultivation, which was to be expected.

The problem is that if the meditation technique cannot be verified on Earth, then technical support cannot be provided to Su Yun.

Are we really going to just stand by and watch Su Yun, with that 1.0x speed blank account, fight to the death against those natives who have cheat codes?

Just when the expert group was at a loss and the atmosphere had reached a dead end, Professor Zhang, who was wearing thick-rimmed reading glasses and specialized in the study of folk history, suddenly exclaimed "Eh!" in the corner.

He squinted, staring intently at the simplified diagram of soul power circulation drawn by Teacher Li on the big screen. The expression on his face gradually changed from doubt to shock, and finally to a sense of absurdity that was both laughable and pathetic.

"Old Zhang, what did you find?" Lei Zhan asked immediately.

Professor Zhang shakily pulled a yellowed notebook from his pocket, flipped through a few pages, pointed at the screen, and said, "Look at this route of 'Qi flowing through the dantian and returning to its origin three times'—isn't this the illustration from that book, 'Thirty Days to Master Qigong,' which I bought for five cents at a stall in Panjiayuan during the qigong craze of the 1980s?!"

The entire room erupted in uproar, and everyone crowded around.

"Street vendor goods?!"

"Quickly! Intelligence team, retrieve the files for comparison!" Lei Zhan gave the order.

A few minutes later, the data comparison results came out.

Everyone fell silent as they looked at the two meridian flow diagrams on the screen, which overlapped by as much as 85%.

"No—that's not right! A fraudster couldn't have concocted such a rigorous logical loop! Nor could he have created a cultivation method out of thin air!"

Professor Zhang lunged at the control panel, his fingers trembling as he pointed at the original scanned document on the screen. He roared, "Quick! Tracing the source of this ancient text! Compare this breathing technique from the 'Quick Qigong Course' with all the rare copies in the National Ancient Books Database in real time! I need to know exactly where this fraudster copied it from!"

"Yes! Searching!" The operator's fingers flew across the keyboard.

Data streams were cascading down the large screen like a waterfall.

"Found it!" the operator quickly reported.

Professor Zhang pushed up his glasses, which had slipped off his nose, and stared at the ancient book copy that had just appeared on the screen. He read aloud, his breathing rapid, "According to the comparison results just now—the breathing method in this book is not original, but rather plagiarized from a fragment of the 'Outer Sect Miscellaneous Service Strengthening Exercises' from a minor, insignificant sect, the Iron Bone Sect!"

At this point, the old professor suddenly raised his head.

"Because it was designed for those disciples who had no martial arts training qualifications and were only good at manual labor to improve their physical fitness, it was not only extremely illogical but also extremely inefficient."

This sentence instantly pierced through Lei Zhan's mental fog like a lightning bolt.

"So, the meditation techniques of this other world are similar to our ancient cultivation methods?"

A startling light suddenly flashed in Lei Zhan's eyes. "What if we could find those truly complete, top-tier ancient internal energy cultivation methods?!"

"Since Su Yun's Earth body is not suitable for meditation techniques from another world—what about native cultivation methods?"

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