Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

Chapter 103 Luo Yi Opens His Mind!!

After leaving Bisky's room, Roy did not go back to rest.

He walked through the corridor, got off the elevator, passed through the heavy glass door of the hotel lobby, and arrived at the platform on the outside of the building.

A night breeze swept over me, carrying the coolness unique to city nights and the lively atmosphere of distant streets and alleys.

Tap... Tap...

After a few steps, he stopped at the edge of the platform, placed his hands on the cold stone railing, and looked down at the sparse traffic and pedestrians dozens of meters away.

The lights were on, and people were coming and going, but no one looked up at him.

His slender figure appeared somewhat lonely and frail in the night.

Her short, silvery-white hair swayed slightly in the night breeze, a few stray strands brushing against her forehead, as light as feathers.

Now that we have sensed the Qi, let's go all out and awaken our thoughts.

Without hesitation, he turned around, leaned against the railing, sat cross-legged on the ground, crossed his legs, placed his hands on his knees with his palms facing up and his fingers relaxed.

Close your eyes...concentrate.

Soon, his breathing gradually slowed down, and his consciousness calmed down.

The noise gradually faded from his consciousness.

The wind rustled, the street noises faded, and even the heartbeat seemed to slow down.

Then, his mind began to sink, and sink further, until it reached a dark, silent, boundless void.

Here, his consciousness was like standing with his eyes closed in an endless, empty room, surrounded by pitch blackness and with an unfathomable void beneath his feet.

However, he did not panic. He was already quite familiar with this feeling from his time in the Zoldyck family's solitary confinement room.

So he didn't rush to look for anything, nor did he try to sense it with all his might.

Bisky once said... Don't force anything.

Intentional actions will create resistance, and resistance will block the flow of air.

He just needs to quietly feel it.

Like lying on the water, relaxing every muscle and letting the water flow lift you up.

It's like standing in the sandstorm of a canyon, closing your eyes, and letting the wind tell you the direction.

A few breaths later...

The first Mars was discovered.

On his left chest, the spot where Hisoka hit him.

A faint, warm sensation surfaced in his senses. The feeling was subtle, almost negligible, but it was definitely there.

Roy showed neither excitement nor panic, nor did he linger.

After contemplating it for a while, he let his thoughts flow away from that position like water and continue downwards.

The second injury is on the right shoulder... an old wound...

The energy here is weaker than in the left chest, and the sensation comes and goes.

The third location is at the base of the thumb on the left hand.

The fourth one is on the right side of the neck... below the finger marks Hisoka made.

The fifth, the sixth, the seventh —

His thoughts began to flow like a pair of hands, gently caressing every corner of his body.

Scars, bruises, torn muscles, worn joints, cracks in bones on the verge of collapse... every single spot was a point where he could sense qi.

In some places, the energy is very strong; in others, it is very weak; and in still others, it is a mixture of both.

Sensing these things, Roy didn't rush to try to awaken any of them or attempt to mobilize them.

He simply went about perceiving, feeling, and discerning.

Let your mind follow your breath, let your mind gently and naturally fall where the breath is, like a snowflake falling on a lake, without disturbing the water, just falling where it is meant to fall.

Time passed by, second by second.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Maybe ten minutes, maybe half an hour, maybe longer.

But when Roy finally felt as if he were sinking into a warm body of water, the "sparks" scattered everywhere began to respond faintly, not summoned by him, but attracted by each other's temperature.

They are like a swarm of fireflies in the dark, each shining its own light, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, yet all drifting faintly in the same direction.

He sensed it...

Air is not static; it is fluid.

It seeped from the wound, slowly and almost imperceptibly converging towards the center of the body, along the muscles, tendons, and blood vessels.

Like countless thin streams, flowing from all directions, converging in the same direction and the same place...

Dantian...!

Roy suddenly understood the meaning of Bisky's words.

"All you need to do is sit down, close your eyes, and see that Mars clearly."

So that's what Biscuit's "see" meant.

It's not about looking at their individual locations, but about how they originate from countless points, how they converge into streams under each other's pull, and how they flow from those streams to that final "point".

Huff... Huff... Huff...

When Roy realized this, his breathing became even slower. With each inhale, the faint sensations of energy within his body would tremble slightly, like a candle flame flickering in the wind, swaying before settling back down.

With each exhale, the gathering airflow diffuses outward a little bit; it is an extremely slow and delicate process.

There were no drastic changes along the way, and no immediate results.

There was no great radiance, no sudden enlightenment, and not even any breath.

Before they knew it, even Roy's breathing had stopped.

But the changes within his body did not stop; they were proceeding slowly and silently.

The senses he perceived, which were originally independent and unrelated, were slowly and clumsily connecting into a network.

Although the net is still tattered and full of breaks and gaps, its framework has begun to take shape.

Lost in that subtle feeling, Roy forgot about time, forgot where he was, forgot about the match tomorrow, and forgot about the appointment three days later.

He only knew one thing...

..

Those energies are awakening.

The night breeze was still blowing on the platform, but he no longer felt cold.

A thin, warm white mist had covered his skin, like a layer seeping from within.

An invisible second layer of skin.

It's not a thought, not yet...

It is simply the primal energy of life, the vital force of life.

But it will become a thought, and the process doesn't take long.

Roy's lips curved slightly.

He didn't even open his eyes or get up; he simply uttered a single word in his mind.

"close!"

In an instant, the white mist rising from his body, like rivers flowing into the sea, instantly receded and gathered, disappearing completely three inches below his navel.

When all the vital energy has returned...

Something suddenly shattered in Roy's mind...

The next second, a new world unfolded before him.

It's not about seeing, but something more real than seeing; it's not about hearing, but something clearer than hearing; it's not about feeling, but something more direct than feeling.

It was a completely new dimension of perception that could not be described in words. He could see every corner of his body without opening his eyes.

The rhythm of his heartbeat was as clear as a drumbeat, the sound of blood rushing through his veins was as bright as if it were right next to his ears, the contraction of every muscle, the weight-bearing of every bone, the faint signals from every nerve ending... all of it was clearly presented in his consciousness.

It was as if a lamp had lit up every corner of his body.

There are no shadows, no blind spots, and nowhere is in darkness anymore.

Slowly opening my eyes, the distant sky was hazy with light, seemingly unchanged.

But Roy knew that everything was different now. His gaze swept across the glass curtain wall of the building across the street, where his current figure was reflected.

White hair and silver eyes, slender build, delicate features...

But beyond that, there is a thin, almost invisible, silvery-white film covering the skin's surface.

This is not sweat, not oil, not any physical substance... nor is it gas...

It is something that emerges from an embryo of air, complete, magical, and incomprehensible.

read!!!!

Raising his right hand, with his fingers spread, Roy gently clenched his fist towards the night sky outside the platform.

hum!

The silvery-white thoughts immediately began to swirl and gather in his palm...