Roaming through the world of Doraemon

What I picture in my mind is a blood-red vein, like a spider web.

Meridians are the foundation upon which practitioners rely for survival. From the knowledge he has gained in recent years, he clearly understands that the core of a practitioner lies in the meridians, absorbing vital energy from heaven and earth through methods of refining qi, thereby forging and tempering the body. Having reached a higher level, he can now clearly see the meridians in his body.

The pharmacopoeia states: "Meridians, blood and qi, yin and yang, nourish muscles and bones, and flesh and blood."

Human meridians can be divided into two main categories: meridians and meridians. These two categories are the main meridians. There are eight extraordinary meridians, namely Zhishi, Ren, Chong, Dai, Yin Gaoqiao, Yang Gaoqiao, Yinwei, and Yangwei, collectively known as the "Seven Meridians and Eight Extraordinary Meridians".

Besides these main veins, there are countless smaller meridians within the flesh and blood. These meridians are clearly visible to Ye Tiancheng, giving him a feeling of dizziness.

To Ye Tiancheng's shock, his meridians were filled with a kind of cold gray mist. Because of this mist, his blood and qi circulation was extremely sluggish, and even hindered the flow of blood and qi.

Qi and blood, as the name suggests, are the combination of vitality and blood. This is the foundation of practitioners and martial arts. Only through refined qi and blood can we lead the body into an invincible state. Only with a strong body and abundant blood can a person have strength, which is why Master Blake easily lifted a 400-pound axe, making these teenagers envious.

"It turns out that this is the reason for my physical weakness—this hazy fog made it impossible for me to practice when I was younger." Ye Tiancheng suddenly frowned, because although he knew the cause of his illness, he didn't know how to eliminate this damned fog.

Thinking about this, I fell into a trap.

In the center of his brow, a shrunken stone coffin, encased in silver, lay silently. Several slender fingers shot out from within, and the silver within emanated from strange energy, revealing a faint silver glow. Clearly, these strange forces flowed from the blood coffin; one of them was directly visible to his eyes. Following the tube, he secretly guessed that it was because of these strange energies that he could peer inside.

“These are all life force. Legend has it that only by refining one’s strength can one absorb momentum, but now that momentum is gone.” Generating power means joining the ranks of practitioners, and Ye Tiancheng’s dry mouth was filled with excitement.

The remaining silver energy flowed into the strange meridians, and the gray mist encountered this strange energy that melted like ice and snow, while the energy of the sarcophagus quietly increased and poured into other meridians.

As time passed, Ye Tiancheng remained remarkably calm and patient. He could feel his body changing rapidly; the cold that had plagued him for years was slowly disappearing. Instead, it was replaced by a warm and burning sensation that flowed through all his limbs.

Chapter 198 Suddenly Turns Black

I don't know how much time passed, but the gray mist around him had long since disappeared, and his meridians were filled with a faint silver aura. However, these powers seemed to be under his control, not Ye Tiancheng's. From this perspective, he didn't know whether this was good or bad for him.

Just as he was filled with worry, the silver souls quietly stirred, dispelling the last wisp of cold mist in his meridians, and were sucked into the stone coffin one by one, blinking their eyes. Ye Tiancheng was surprised to find that his body had no more power, and felt somewhat lost.

A thin gray stripe suddenly appeared in the silver light on the stone coffin, some of which connected and intertwined to form a strange pattern. Ye Tiancheng couldn't understand this pattern. He observed it carefully for a while and memorized it deeply. His eyes swept across the stone coffin and he saw the jade again. This time, the jade seemed to be carved into the stone coffin, regardless of what it was.

"Although she lost the only thing her mother left her, she received a mysterious stone coffin. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse," Ye Tiancheng sighed deeply.

Just as he was about to continue observing his physical condition, the silvery spirit in his eyes receded like a tide, and his eyes suddenly turned black, disappearing directly from his inner vision. This strange experience gave him a dreamlike feeling, as if it were a dream. The only mistake was that the jade he had worn for many years was gone, and he thought it wasn't real.

The grotto had lost its stone coffin and its former luster; the stone walls were now plain and unremarkable, as if drained of all spiritual energy. Compared to its former glory, the grotto now resembled a dilapidated cave. Ye Tiancheng picked up the dagger at his feet, took a deep look at the grotto, and walked out.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he found the mark of the dagger he had seen earlier. The narrow, long passage was still faintly filled with blood, and the nauseating smell was much milder than when he arrived. He stepped onto the soft soil. Ye Tiancheng kept his head down and walked forward.

"Oh! It's so hot!" Ye Tiancheng exhaled a cloud of stale air as the heat from his face burned his face.

The gray mist within his body dissipated, and he could truly feel the heat of the cave, but just a few steps away, he was sweating and panting. The cave was filled with the strange, pungent, and bitter smell of burning flames, which felt intensely hot to the lungs when inhaled.

Just when he could no longer bear it, a stream of cool water flowed from his eyebrows, dispelling the dryness and heat in his body.

He wiped the sweat from his face, his expression showing fear, his steps hesitant, and he subconsciously touched his brow. Finally, finding nothing unusual, he went to where the ore was stored. Outside the cave, the sky was pitch black, a sliver of starlight shimmering on the cave walls, reflecting the silvery light that streamed in.

"Oh no!" Ye Tiancheng slapped his head, realizing how long he had been in the cave. He was worried that his father and Chen Zi had already searched for him in the mountains, thinking that his father was angry because he had returned late a few days ago, and he was still afraid.

With both legs on the pedals, the wind rushed to the cave entrance, and then starlight looked down. The cave was dozens of feet above the ground, and the mountain peaks on the walls were dark, lying on the ground like demons. The wind blew past my ears, chilling me to the bone. The temperature inside and outside the cave was like ice and fire, very different.

Chapter 199 Reclaiming the National Treasure

Looking towards the village, you can see flashing lights and winding mountain roads that move swiftly like two bright dragons.

Van! The long, drawn-out sound seemed impatient and anxious. It was far away in the cold valley, but the echo reverberated in Ye Tiancheng's ears, making him feel somewhat afraid.

"That's Dad and Chen Zi's voices." Ye Tiancheng was overjoyed and hurriedly called out, "Dad, I'm here."

"In the cave!" Wang Chengxi's cheerful voice echoed, stars twinkling in his hands and shining on his haggard face.

"Ye Tiancheng, your father and I have looked for you five times already. My throat is hoarse. Where are you hiding? 120!" Fang Chen roared angrily, raising his head. The lightning blade in his hand was thrown to the ground, and a thick black rope flew up.

Ah! The rope landed next to Ye Tiancheng. Wiping the air from his ear, the terrified Ye Tiancheng quickly hid in the hole.

"Whoa!" A nimble, agile black figure climbed up. After a few breaths, Fang Chen, a tall man, stood in front of Ye Tiancheng. Seeing Ye Tiancheng safe, Fang Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but in an instant, he was extremely indignant: "Ye Tiancheng!"

Ye Tiancheng looked at the furious Fang Chen, momentarily forgetting to say a few words, and stood awkwardly in place. He didn't even know if this was a blessing or a disaster, and dared not say anything rashly. He simply pointed to the deep hole behind him, his face full of innocence. "I've been in there all along."

"You son of a bitch, do you remember how I taught you last time? Did you turn a deaf ear to what I said?" A cold wind blew on his face, and under the starlight, a slightly hunched figure entered.

"Dad," Ye Tiancheng said, somewhat surprised. He raised his head slightly and glanced at Wang Cheng's face, which was as gloomy as water. He lowered his head in fear.

Wang Cheng held a pale yellow pipe in his hand. The tobacco, made of coarse herbs, ignited a flame that was both bright and dim. A wisp of smoke reluctantly rolled up. On his father's face, in his anger and panting, one could see what kind of anger was behind him.

Ye Tiancheng's comeback is something he still finds hard to believe.

As an elite special forces soldier, he apparently died during a mission in which the target was to be eliminated in a massive explosion that was close to a nuclear blast.

Before Ye Tiancheng died, he only remembered one thing, which was his master's words: "You son of a bitch, if you don't change your temper, you'll be killed sooner or later."

At that moment, he finally understood why his master had said those words. Yes, he had a bad temper. He was forced to do things he himself couldn't accomplish. Faced with an SS mission that no one dared to answer, he resolutely stepped forward once again. But this time the price was too high; he perished along with his mission, and the five elements of the Spirit Dragon Pagoda vanished from the earth.

But Ye Tiancheng miraculously revived and was reborn in another world, and Ye Tiancheng did not regret it.

Linglong Pagoda is a super national treasure that embodies the humanistic spirit of the Celestial Empire for five thousand years. Ye Tiancheng believes that even if he paid the price with his life, it would be worth it.

In particular, the national treasures remain in the hands of the island's people, who recklessly hype and flaunt them. Ye Tiancheng has been unable to tolerate this for a long time. A barbaric nation, filled with aggression and destruction, even borrowing the language of the Celestial Empire—what right do they have to so brazenly flaunt treasures that rightfully belong to the Celestial Empire?

So he had to retrieve the national treasure, even though the task was as difficult as dealing with a horrific SS member.

Chapter 200 Fighting Against Fang

The national treasure won, but Ye Tiancheng paid with his life.

Ye Tiancheng unzipped his collar and looked at the five elements of the Spirit Dragon Pagoda; they were practically branded onto his chest. He was astonished. The pagoda had actually merged into his body, which puzzled him, but if everything could happen again in another world, what else was impossible?

So Ye Tiancheng wasn't too concerned. The national treasure treated him very well, and that was enough. His mission was already perfectly accomplished; he had maintained a 100% success rate so far. I wouldn't dare say no one will come after this, but it's definitely unprecedented.

Although he was satisfied with the mission, Ye Tiancheng frowned, feeling uneasy, because he had survived again, but had arrived in a strange world and become a different person.

He was originally known for his indomitable will, and he could have easily ignored such things, but now he was the son of a small-town master, a frivolous playboy with little education.

This situation made him feel somewhat uncomfortable, but when he thought of what his master had said, his discomfort gradually subsided.

"In the apocalypse, even if you live tenaciously and struggle your whole life, God might not see it. So in this life, I want to become a young master and live a safe and stable life from now on, right? Okay, let's be little masters for a while and live an easy life." Ye Tiancheng comforted himself in his heart, and his mood was no longer so bad.

Ye Tiancheng grinned, looking at his beautiful face in the mirror, and his mood gradually improved.

In any case, rebirth is a tremendous joy; as for the rest, we'll talk about it later.

Ye Tiancheng straightened his clothes, casually combed his hair, and was about to leave when there was a knock on the door.

Ye Tiancheng opened the door and found a young maid standing there. Her face was anxious. When she saw him, she said in a panic, "No, no! The old people, adults, elders, and young people are all injured?! You, you go and see!"

"Oh?" Ye Tiancheng frowned and hurriedly walked out. "Go, take me to see."

As Ye Tiancheng spoke, he hurriedly ran to the front yard.

Ye Tiancheng felt both strange and familiar with this world. With this guy's memories, he knew almost everything around him. He was the true son of the town's master, the Imperial Baron, and a minor nobleman. His territory was small, but he enjoyed far more rights than ordinary people.

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Based on the facts, Fang Zhen, the protagonist of the small city, should have had a colorful life, but in reality, it was not like that at all.

The world is extremely vast. At least in Ye Tiancheng's memory, the empire was almost boundless. Such a giant simply could not spread its rule to any corner. Therefore, apart from important countries and provinces, the empire could only fend for itself.

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As for minor city lords like Fangzhen, the empire didn't even know their names. Therefore, wars frequently broke out between these small cities for resource plunder. In this regard, as long as the new army paid its taxes on time each year, the empire wouldn't intervene. The empire would then grant them the title of baron.

Nevertheless, Fang Zhen firmly held onto Lianyang City, because he was the strongest martial artist in the region, the only one who could rival Yang Chen!

With such a powerful figure suppressing them, the surrounding forces must work together to truly fight against Fang.

Chapter 201 Facing the City

Fang should have rested initially, but recently there have been unknown bandits near Yangcheng. These bandits have been killing farmers and trampling farmland with impunity, forcing Fang to go out and discuss the matter. Otherwise, if next year's agricultural harvest is ruined, four people in the small town will be displaced. He is also a master of this city.

However, there were no difficulties in this regard. After all, as the master of the city, he still had "one-two-zero" experience in dealing with such unexpected situations. Therefore, this time, he really took his eldest son Xu Wei and some city guards and went out of the city to suppress the bandits.

Did Ye Tiancheng not expect that Israel's true strength would be harmed?

Ye Tiancheng couldn't understand, but he quickly arrived at the front yard and found his father and elder brother there. Both of them had been shot by arrows, their faces were pale, and a trickle of black blood was flowing from the spot where the arrows were, indicating that the arrows were poisoned.

When Fang Zheng saw Ye Tiancheng arrive, he looked at him coldly and ignored him. Clearly, he was very displeased with this playboy. In contrast, his elder brother, Xu Wei, seeing Ye Tiancheng's worried expression, struggled to his feet. Ye Tiancheng hurriedly went forward, hugged him, and asked, "Brother, what happened? Why were you and your father injured?"

"Hmm!" Xu Wei suddenly snorted coldly and said, "I didn't expect them to be so vicious, coming up with such a cheap strategy to deal with us!"

Ye Tiancheng was a little confused, so Xu Wei told him the story one by one.

It was discovered that in this attempt to suppress the bandits, the bandits not only encountered fierce resistance, but also coated their weapons and arrows with poison, resulting in the deaths of many city guards from poisoning.

In addition, they released poisonous gas, which caused Fang Zhen and Xu Wei to be poisoned to death by the gas that was randomly hit.

Although the bandits were eventually wiped out, the losses were extremely heavy.

This is clearly not that simple, because ordinary bandits don't need to fight against city guards at all; they're only after money. They're a pack of hyenas; they can't fight an angry lion to the end.

These bandits are working very hard; they must be plotting something.

Ye Tiancheng's guess seemed to be coming true. A middle-aged man rushed out of the hospital, but this man was led by Shao Feng, a guard from Lianyang City. He appeared very anxious as soon as he entered. Zhuang Fang hurriedly said, "People in the city, something bad has happened! According to the news, 0..." The three cities of Weicheng, Yandu, and Qinhan, each leading five thousand elite soldiers, have split into three forces to face the encirclement of Lianyang. They don't even need to face the city!

"What?" Fang stood up in surprise, a hint of panic on his face. Clearly, he was poisoned, and his condition was serious. The city guards had suffered significant losses this time, making the situation extremely unfavorable.

"This must be their conspiracy!" Xu Wei also realized the seriousness of the problem.

After the shock, he quickly recovered and faced the situation calmly, pacing back and forth in the courtyard with his head down, as if thinking of a solution.

Time seemed to be running out, especially for Xu Wei and Shao Feng, who were anxiously awaiting the final decision.

Currently, Lianyang City has fewer than 5.6 combat troops, and Fang Zhen, the strongest officer in Lianyang City, has been poisoned and injured. The situation is indeed worrying.

In the past, when Fang Zhen was at the peak of the nation's power, not to mention the 15000 elite soldiers between the three cities, who doubled their strength to defend the city-state and Fang Zhen's personal power, the enemy had no choice but to retreat.