I meet all the requirements for becoming a god in this world!

Late at night.

We've almost finished drinking.

Qi Dazhuang's face was flushed, his eyes were glazed over, and he started talking more and more.

Cheng Laiyun drank his drink while chatting with him casually.

As they chatted, the topic somehow veered towards Wu Qiufeng.

"Brother Qiufeng has been very worried lately."

Qi Dazhuang shook his head: "The bones in the yamen are missing. He was in charge of guarding them. The prefect ordered that if they are not found within twenty days, he will be punished."

Cheng Laiyun's brow twitched slightly: "Life bone?"

"Yes, life bone."

Qi Dazhuang let out a burp:

"The life bone contains supernatural powers. Ordinary cultivators can only become supernatural powers in two ways: one is to absorb the life bone, and the other is to awaken it on their own."

"The probability of self-awakening is too low, so many cultivators choose the first path, which is to absorb life bones."

"But the life bone is under the control of the royal family, and absorbing the life bone means being controlled by the court."

"We have a life bone in our Qingzhou prefectural government office that contains metal-related supernatural powers."

"I don't know how it got lost a few days ago. We searched the entire government office but couldn't find it. Brother Qiufeng was so worried that he got blisters on his lips and was running around outside every day."

A sudden thought struck Cheng Laiyun.

Metallic life bones?

He remembered very clearly that the one who attacked the convoy was a superhuman martial artist with a metal element!

Could it be... such a coincidence?

Qi Dazhuang took another swig and continued rambling:

"It's strange, really. The life bone was locked up properly in the storeroom."

"The warehouse lock wasn't broken, the windows weren't damaged, and the guards said they hadn't seen anyone go in... It just so happened that it disappeared right under everyone's noses while the Prefect was inspecting it..."

Cheng Laiyun smiled but didn't reply.

The two drank for a while longer, and Qi Dazhuang's tongue became thick, and he started talking incoherently.

Cheng Laiyun seized the opportunity, raised his glass and clinked it against his, casually asking:

"By the way, Dazhuang, what did it feel like when you broke through to the eighth rank?"

"Yes, I know. I have a nephew who practices martial arts, and he's almost there too. I'm just learning from him in advance."

Qi Dazhuang chuckled and said with a thick lisp:

"The feeling...the sensation? Well, you know, the rush of blood to my head, my head buzzing...and then, and then that..."

He thought for a long time, then slapped his thigh:

"That's right! The key is that 'meaning'!"

"You need to have the 'will'! You can't just rely on brute force to rush upwards..."

"You need to...you need to have that kind of energy, hold it in, hold it in, and then 'bang!' it's done!"

Cheng Laiyun was completely confused.

He frowned, looking at Qi Dazhuang, who had almost finished drinking, and after a moment of thought, asked:

"What do you mean?"

"Well..." Qi Dazhuang gestured for a long time but couldn't explain it clearly, finally waving his hand:

"Well, that's basically the idea! You'll understand when you get to that point!"

Cheng Laiyun: "..."

Fine, that's like saying nothing at all.

He poured Qi Dazhuang another glass of wine, and then asked in a different phrasing:

"So, how did your elders teach you in the Wuji Sect? There must have been some method, right?"

Qi Dazhuang took a sip and nodded:

"There is a method, there is a method, it's that... it's written in the Wuji Jing, 'When the Qi is full, it overflows; when the intention is there, it flows through'... I think that's what it says."

He scratched his head and added:

"The sect leader once said that the key to reaching the eighth rank in martial arts lies not in 'qi', but in 'intention'."

"Qi can be accumulated slowly, and understanding must be grasped by oneself. Once you understand it, things will fall into place naturally; if you don't understand it, accumulating more qi will be in vain."

Cheng Laiyun nodded thoughtfully.

When the breath is full, it overflows; when the intention is clear, it flows smoothly.

The key to the eighth rank of martial arts lies in the word "intention".

He picked up his wine glass and slowly took a sip.

He is now at the eighth rank in the Mo Sect, but in martial arts he is still hovering around the peak of the ninth rank.

Each time a breakthrough to a higher realm occurs, a new patriarch descends.

Meng Po, an eighth-rank official of the Mo Clan, has arrived.

What about the eighth rank of martial arts?

Who could it be?

Cheng Laiyun looked at the reflection of the wine swaying slightly in the glass, a smile appearing on his lips.

almost.

"I can't say for sure... but take this and have a look." Qi Dazhuang casually pulled a booklet out from under the bed and handed it over.

"Let my nephew see it himself, and don't let it leak out." As he said this, Qi Dazhuang's face, flushed with alcohol, was serious.

Cheng Laiyun lowered his head and could see clearly by the candlelight.

There are four large characters on the booklet.

【The True Meaning of Wuji】

"Thank you." Cheng Laiyun did not refuse, looked at Qi Dazhuang solemnly, and accepted the booklet.

Oh dear! You're being too polite!

"You're the only true brother I, Qi Dazhuang, have in my entire life!"

"..."

…………

The night is dark.

Cheng Laiyun returned to his residence.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, the candlelight in the room flickering, casting his shadow on the wall, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

In front of him was an open booklet.

The True Meaning of Wuji

He closed his eyes, his mind replaying Qi Dazhuang's drunken words:

"When the breath is full, it overflows; when the intention is clear, it flows smoothly."

The key to reaching the eighth rank in martial arts lies not in one's qi (vital energy), but in one's mindfulness.

That sounds far-fetched.

But after reading "The True Meaning of Wuji", Cheng Laiyun vaguely grasped something.

He took a deep breath and slowly circulated his internal energy.

Since he entered the Dao through martial arts, he has never deliberately cultivated his physical body.

But he has a cheat code.

[Blessings from the Ancestral Master] + [Lotus Dharma Body]

Without needing to cultivate, the body's Qi and blood have already accumulated to a sufficiently high level.

This is what constitutes a profound foundation.

At this moment, with a thought, the surging blood and qi flowed like a rushing river, roaring through the meridians.

a circle.

Two laps.

Three laps.

The flow of Qi and blood is extremely smooth.

But at each certain point, it's as if you've hit an invisible wall, and you just can't get past it no matter what.

Cheng Laiyun frowned slightly.

The body is full of energy, but what about the meaning?

He recalled Qi Dazhuang's description of the feeling of "holding it in, holding it in, and then bang," and the simple-mindedness with which Dazhuang gestured...

Suddenly, he seemed to understand something.

It's not about "holding it in" and waiting for it to explode on its own!

Instead, it's about holding back that energy, waiting for that moment when the "intention" resonates with it!

He no longer focused on the circulation of Qi and blood, but instead sank his mind into his body, quietly feeling the flow of every wisp of Qi and blood, the beating of every heartbeat, and the rhythm of every muscle.

Gradually, he seemed to enter a mysterious state.

It wasn't the dazed state of being asleep, nor was it the focused concentration of being awake; rather, it was something in between... ethereal.

He "saw" his own blood and energy.

This is not introspection, but perception.

His surging blood and energy flowed like a crimson river through his meridians.

Along the riverbank, countless tiny tributaries, like acupoints he had yet to open, shimmered with a faint red light in the darkness.

At the end of this river, there is an invisible barrier.

The barrier rippled like water, sometimes solid, sometimes ethereal.

Each surge of qi and blood would cause it to tremble slightly, yet it never broke.

Cheng Laiyun quietly looked at the barrier.

Suddenly, an idea struck him.

This is not the idea of ​​"rushing over there".

It's the unwavering conviction that "I was meant to be there!"

At that moment, his "intention" resonated with that barrier in some way.

The barrier trembled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, the surging river of blood and qi within his body suddenly surged!

Countless tributaries surged into the main stream at the same time, and all the vital energy converged into an unprecedented torrent, roaring towards that barrier!

"boom--!"

Cheng Laiyun was startled.

That invisible barrier shattered in that instant!

Qi and blood, like wild horses unleashed, surge into a completely new world.

That was the depths of his meridians, which he had never sensed before. Countless acupoints were lit up at the same time, like stars suddenly blooming in the night sky!

An indescribable sense of exhilaration surged through my limbs, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and as if I had gained new strength.

The eighth level of martial arts! ! !

Cheng Laiyun slowly opened his eyes, a glint of shrewdness flashing in them.

He looked down at his hands, which were still fair and slender, but he could clearly feel that beneath every inch of his skin lay a power far greater than before.

A slight popping sound comes from between the knuckles when you clench your fist gently.

This is pure power.

The power that belongs to martial artists.

He was about to get up.

Suddenly, a tremor ran through his mind.

[The Patriarch's Illustrated Record]!

Cheng Laiyun narrowed his eyes.

Consciousness instantly sank into the sea of ​​consciousness.