Mortal: Li Feiyu, who came from the realm of a supreme being

White light.

Loud noise.

The excruciating pain of my primordial spirit shattering.

The final sight was of the Six Paths of Reincarnation disintegrating inch by inch in the power of the Dharma Body's self-destruction. The Celestial-level Dharma Body condensed all its cultivation into pure light and heat, devouring everything.

at last……

I'm free...

……

Li Feiyu woke up with a start, the coarse cloth bed sheet soaked with cold sweat.

The morning light, mixed with dust, squeezed in through the cracks in the old wooden window.

He was breathing heavily, his fingers gripping the bed frame tightly.

Not the end?

"Heh..." A low, hoarse laugh escaped his throat. "Truly, the will of Heaven has always been difficult to fathom... Even self-destruction cannot bring liberation?"

Suddenly, countless fragments of memories slammed into my mind—

Li Feiyu, fourteen years old.

Disciple of the Outer Blade Hall of the Seven Mysteries Sect.

Marrow extraction pills.

Han Li.

A mortal's journey to immortality?

After a brief moment of disorientation, a sudden burst of clarity followed.

That suffocating feeling, like a bone-deep infection, as if my soul was completely gripped in the hands of the Six Paths... vanished.

become free.

But before the ecstasy could even take hold, it was extinguished by a faint, burning pain deep within his body. A shallow, hot internal force flowed through his meridians, at the cost of rapidly diminishing life force.

The marrow-extraction pill. This body only has a little over ten years to live.

Li Feiyu closed his eyes. He could sense that as long as he could dispel the shallow skills he had gained through the strong effects of medicine and rid himself of the poison, he could live for at least another ten years.

But he didn't move.

Being in the Seven Mysteries Sect, suddenly becoming a cripple means death is not far off.

More importantly, he was still unsure whether this world could accommodate the "Law of One Lifetime".

The so-called "One Lifetime Law" originates from the cultivation system of "One Lifetime of Supreme Being." It begins with a hundred days of foundation building, involving accumulating Qi and tempering the body, opening the nine innate orifices and the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows, creating an ever-flowing inner world, and building a "bridge between heaven and earth" to draw in the primordial Qi of heaven and earth, connecting the inner and outer worlds, and experiencing the principles of law. Then… one enters the outer realm, condenses the Dharma form, and can freely roam the world, with the principles of law bestowed upon them, and supernatural powers arising spontaneously.

This system is compatible with other martial arts systems in principle, as long as one's cultivation is complete and one can awaken their potential.

However, in comparison, the simultaneous opening of all nine orifices in "One Lifetime Method" is roughly equivalent to a grandmaster in Huang-style martial arts films, and the exterior scenery is equivalent to breaking through the void, making it extremely difficult.

Judging from the standard that even a mortal's innate sword light cannot break through a Vajra Talisman activated at the third level of Qi Refining in the mortal world, if he wanted to cultivate to the stage of enlightenment simply through the mortal martial arts system, the grass on his grave would be two meters high by now.

Therefore, if he wants to take this path, he will definitely have to dissipate his cultivation and start from scratch with a hundred days of foundation building.

However, if this world is completely incompatible with the laws of this world, then rashly dispersing his power would be tantamount to crippling himself and cutting off all his escape routes.

Alas, if he cannot, he must figure out the martial arts system of this world before he dies and find another way to survive.

After all, in the original story, Li Feiyu was just a mortal without spiritual roots, with only martial arts as his path. And in this transmigration, he didn't have any special advantages; he could only rely on...

Fortunately, the verification method is very simple: just find someone to practice on, right?

……

Two days later, in the bamboo forest behind Shenshou Valley.

Han Li was squatting by the stream, staring intently at a few medicinal herbs. Hearing footsteps, he looked up, a slight smile appearing on his dark face: "Senior Brother Li."

"Have you been waiting long?" Li Feiyu walked over and sat down naturally on a rock to the side.

"Not long ago." Han Li patted the dirt off his hands, his gaze falling on Li Feiyu's face, his brows furrowing slightly. "Your complexion is worse than last time. Has the backlash from the Marrow Extraction Pill worsened again?"

"The usual." Li Feiyu waved his hand, took out an oil paper package from his pocket, and tossed it over. "Here, this is what you wanted."

Han Li took it and opened it. Inside were several pieces of sesame candy bought in town.

"Thanks." He picked up a piece and took a bite, the sweetness melting in his mouth. His tone became more casual. "I've adjusted the pain relief formula you mentioned last time. I'll bring it to you later."

"Okay." Li Feiyu also took out a piece of candy, and the two of them ate it silently for a while, listening to the sound of the stream.

This was an unwritten rule between them—Han Li would help him alleviate the pain of the marrow-extraction pills, and he would occasionally bring in some snacks from outside the mountains.

The friendship between young people is slowly built up through countless inconspicuous exchanges.

"Oh, right." Han Li finished the candy, patted the crumbs off his hands, and said, "What about the Seven Absolutes Hall's secret techniques that we agreed on last time?"

His eyes held expectation, as well as the undisguised eagerness that only comes between acquaintances.

In God's Hand Valley, having more survival skills is always a good thing, and his current situation is not good.

Li Feiyu pulled a thin booklet from his pocket and handed it over: "This is it."

Han Li took it and opened it. After reading only a few pages, his brows furrowed: "Senior Brother Li, this... is internal energy cultivation? The Seven Absolutes Hall has such a thing? And it doesn't even have a name."

The booklet was thin, and the ink was suspiciously new. The handwriting was so messy it looked like it had been rushed out overnight. What he wanted were practical, lethal techniques, not this kind of meditation and qi-training stuff.

"What do you know?" Li Feiyu said without changing his expression. "This is a foundational skill secretly passed down by the Seven Absolutes Hall. It's not even recorded by name. If you master it, you'll see results in three or four months, and you'll be able to learn any other moves much faster afterward."

He added in his mind: "The Foundation Establishment Method personally optimized for you by the only Celestial Immortal-level Dharma Master at the end of the era is considered a superior introductory cultivation method even in the real world. You should be secretly happy about it."

Han Li turned to a page, pointed to the densely packed diagrams of acupoints, and stared at them for a long time before frowning and saying, "This page mentions 365 major acupoints in the human body... I've studied medicine for so long, and I've never heard of at least 200 of them. Senior Brother Li, could this be... your..."

"Different cultivation methods open different acupoints," Li Feiyu interrupted him, her tone matter-of-fact. "Some acupoints you simply can't sense without practicing the corresponding method. What's so strange about that?"

Knowing Han Li's concerns, he thought for a moment and added, "Don't worry, the skill you develop using this secret method won't be noticeable to others."

Han Li opened his mouth, but no words came out.

His knowledge of martial arts was indeed limited; he had never been exposed to anything other than the Elephant Armor Technique. Although he was skilled in medicine, he could not refute the claim that "the techniques are specific to certain acupoints."

When facing his friends, the fourteen-year-old Han Li was not yet the suspicious and treacherous Han Laomo who would later become.

He stared at the booklet for a while longer. The descriptions of "golden liquid" and "swallowing to fill the orifices" were indeed strange, but upon closer examination, they seemed to make some sense.

Moreover, three or four months isn't a long time; it's acceptable. Although it's not the kind of martial art that doesn't require internal energy that I need, it seems fine if Elder Mo can't tell the difference.

Moreover, he had a vague feeling that this martial art, once mastered, might actually be very powerful.

"...Okay." Han Li carefully put the booklet into his pocket, looked up at Li Feiyu, his gaze calm, "I'll try practicing it."

If that doesn't work, he'll have to add something special to the next painkiller!

Seeing the boy carefully putting away the booklet, Li Feiyu knew that the matter was mostly settled.

Han Li is that kind of person—even if he has doubts, he will try it first and let the results speak for themselves.

"I'm leaving." Li Feiyu stood up, dusting off the hem of her clothes. "Remember to dilute the medicine; the last one was too bitter."

"I understand," Han Li replied, watching Li Feiyu's retreating figure before lowering his head to touch the booklet in his arms.

The bamboo grove rustled, and the stream flowed gently.

Seven days later.

Han Li awoke from his meditation in the middle of the night, letting out a long sigh. He looked down at his palm, his eyes filled with undisguised astonishment.

"That place... actually has acupoints."

Following the method in that nameless book, it took him seven whole days to vaguely sense a nonexistent "point" three inches below his navel. When the first faint warmth rose from there, he almost thought he had misplaced his breath.

But the feeling was so clear, so...real. It was completely different from the coolness when drawing Qi into the body during Changchun Gong; it was a warm current that arose from the deepest part of the body.

This completely overturned his understanding. He searched through Doctor Mo's medical books, but none of them recorded any acupoints for this location. This was even more bizarre than the Everlasting Spring Kung Fu that Doctor Mo had him practice, completely transcending existing medical and martial arts theories.

After much thought, he could only attribute it to one thing: it truly lived up to its reputation as a secret technique passed down by the Seven Mysteries Sect.

He carefully put away the booklet and looked out the window into the deep night. In any case, as long as it was effective, that was a good thing.

……

Over the past few days, Li Feiyu has adapted to life at the Seven Mysteries Sect.

It was monotonous. Every day, besides going to the Outer Blade Hall to report for duty, he would return to his residence to recuperate on this body. The damage caused by the Marrow Extraction Pill was like a bone-deep sore, but with his knowledge far beyond this world, he used the most basic method of true qi circulation to slowly guide and suppress the injury, finally making his complexion look a little better.

He spent more time observing and evaluating.

The martial arts of this world were as crude as child's play in his eyes. The flow of internal energy was sluggish, the moves were straightforward, and the development of the body remained at the most superficial level. With his avatar's martial arts knowledge, even with his current shallow internal energy and weak body, if he were willing to disregard physical injury and rely on the absolute crushing power of his moves, eyesight, and striking techniques, he could kill ninety percent of the people in the Seven Mysteries Sect.

But he didn't.

He was just an "outer disciple who had taken the marrow-extraction pill and was eager to get ahead," that's how he should be.

Occasionally, when he sparred with his fellow disciples, he would only win by a narrow margin. Compared to his previous display of brilliance, he is now very restrained and seems somewhat inconspicuous.

Everything was peaceful.

That afternoon, while inspecting the industries surrounding Qingniu Town, he encountered spies from the Wild Wolf Gang.

Three burly men, clearly skilled in martial arts, blocked the road with hostile eyes.

"Young man from the Seven Mysteries Sect, it's time to pay the 'peace money' for this area."

Li Feiyu stopped and glanced at the three of them.

His lower body was unsteady, his breathing was heavy, and his temples barely bulged. In his eyes, everything about him was a weakness.

He was too lazy to even draw his sword.

"Are you looking to die?" he asked curiously.

The leader grinned maliciously and grabbed his shoulder with a palm as big as a fan, the force of which was quite powerful.

Just as his hand was about to touch her clothes, Li Feiyu's shoulder slumped almost imperceptibly, and he took a half step to the side. His right index finger pointed upwards as if by accident, poking a spot on the other person's wrist.

The man's entire arm went numb and weak instantly, all his strength vanished, and the momentum of his forward lunge caused him to stumble.

Li Feiyu moved his feet again, as if it were just a casual trip.

boom!

Its burly body collapsed to the ground, its mouth full of mud.

The other two were stunned, then roared and pounced. Li Feiyu's footwork changed subtly, his body moving like a fish in water, slipping through the gaps between their fists and feet, while simultaneously thrusting his elbows back gently.

"Uh!" "Ah!"

With two muffled groans, the two men simultaneously felt a sharp pain in their ribs, couldn't catch their breath, and squatted down.

From start to finish, it took less than three breaths. Li Feiyu didn't even dawdle once.

He brushed off non-existent dust from the corner of his clothes, ignored the three groaning figures on the ground, and walked straight past them.

The true energy in this world is weak, but... it's barely enough. At least, dealing with these small fry doesn't require any sophisticated techniques.

In the evening, Li Feiyu returned to Shenshou Valley.

Han Li was drying medicinal herbs. When he saw him arrive, he nodded and turned to go inside to get his medicine bag.

Just as Han Li turned around, a faint golden light flashed in the depths of Li Feiyu's eyes.

In his perception, the flow of Qi and blood throughout Han Li's body was completely different from seven days ago. Although faint, three or four key nodes (acupoints) were emitting a stable and restrained warmth, as if several small warm lamps had been lit within his body.

Especially in the chest and below the navel, the breath was faintly connected, showing signs of initial circulation.

He has already completed the first step of the Hundred-Day Foundation Building Method: "Illuminating the Acupoints".

Li Feiyu took the medicine packet from Han Li, her expression unchanged: "Thanks."

"Hmm." Han Li responded, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Senior Brother Li, that book you gave me... it really does have some merit."

"Oh?" Li Feiyu raised an eyebrow. "What have you learned?"

"I can't quite put my finger on it." Han Li shook his head, his tone tinged with confusion. "I just feel... a bit better, and my hands and feet seem lighter too. It's somewhat like the cultivation technique Doctor Mo gave me, but upon closer inspection, it's not quite the same."

"As long as it works." Li Feiyu smiled and didn't ask any more questions.

He already understood.

The Dharma of this lifetime can be practiced in this world.

The seeds not only sprouted, but they grew even better than he had expected.

It seems that Han Li had great martial arts talent in the original story, but it was buried by some kind of cultivation. Maybe he can correct it in this life.

It's time to consider the next step.