Chapter 6734
Zhengyang Gong
"Do you know about the 'Zhengyang Gong' I practice?"
Xu Qingyuan's voice was deep and mellow, as if it came from the depths of time. "This technique was obtained by me when I was young in a mysterious and unpredictable ancient secret realm."
That secret realm was full of traps and dangers. I went through countless hardships and obstacles before I finally found this martial arts manual.
At first glance, this technique was exquisite, with endlessly varied moves and incredibly profound internal energy circulation. I was overjoyed, thinking I had encountered an extraordinary opportunity.
At this point, Xu Qingyuan's brows furrowed slightly, and a look of pain appeared on his face.
"But who would have thought that this technique actually has a fatal flaw. As my cultivation level continues to improve, the backlash of true energy becomes more and more severe. Every full moon night, the true energy is like a wild horse that has broken free of its reins, rampaging through my meridians, as if thousands of ants are gnawing at my body. The pain is worse than death."
His voice trembled slightly, as if he were back in those nights of torment.
"Over the years, I've traveled far and wide, seeking out renowned doctors. Some shook their heads and sighed, while others prescribed all sorts of strange and unusual remedies. I've consumed countless rare and precious herbs, such as thousand-year-old ginseng and lingzhi mushrooms, but nothing has helped. Last year, at the Songshan Sword Tournament, which was supposed to be a grand event for the martial arts world, with masters from all walks of life gathering to exchange skills, I was suddenly struck by the pain of internal energy backlash while sparring with my opponent. I felt a sudden darkness before my eyes and almost lost my life on that stage. If it weren't for the help of a friend at the time, I'm afraid I would have already turned into a handful of dust."
Xu Qingyuan sighed deeply, his eyes filled with helplessness and a sense of vicissitude.
These words struck Qin Lingling like a heavy hammer blow.
Her face turned deathly pale instantly, devoid of any color.
She suddenly remembered the sharp pain that often came from her chest during her cultivation these days. The pain was like being pricked by needles and was unbearable for her.
And the occasional streaks of blood she coughed up, their vivid color like the sinister grin of a demon, filled her with terror.
At that moment, she suddenly realized that the cultivation technique she was practicing might also have similar hidden dangers.
The girl instinctively covered her chest, as if that would stop the stinging pain from returning.
She recalled how she had been curled up in bed in pain last night, and her body trembled involuntarily.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she tried her best to hold them back, but her eyes still reddened.
"Then what do you want now..."
Qin Lingling's voice trembled, carrying a hint of anticipation and unease.
She stared intently at Xu Qingyuan, as if grasping a glimmer of hope in the darkness.
Xu Qingyuan turned around, his gaze returning to Qin Lingling.
His eyes gleamed with excitement, like two burning stars illuminating the dimly lit room.
"The diagram on this paper seems chaotic, like a randomly scribbled painting. But just now, when I practiced my internal energy and tried to understand it, I discovered a hidden secret. The energy circulation route recorded on the diagram is intricately connected to the 'Zhengyang Gong' I cultivate, and it can perfectly resolve the shortcomings of the 'Zhengyang Gong'! Not only that, it also allowed me to break through the bottleneck that had stagnated for ten years! Now, my internal energy is probably capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks!"
His voice was filled with excitement and pride, as if he had been reborn.
"What?!" The grandfather and grandson exclaimed almost simultaneously, their voices a mixture of shock and elation, like a lightning bolt ripped through the calm night sky.
The tea set that Qin Fang had been holding steadily fell to the ground with a "clatter," the crisp sound of it shattering particularly jarring in the quiet room.
He instinctively reached out to adjust his glasses, only to find his hand covered in shards. He was then shocked to realize that the lenses had shattered at some point, and everything in front of him became blurry.
He paid no heed to the fallen tea set and broken glasses, his hands trembling as he stared intently at the pattern on the wall.
His eyes were filled with disbelief, and he muttered to himself, "Such an inconspicuous pattern, how could it have such a miraculous effect?"
To an outsider, the pattern might have seemed like a child's random scribbles, with crooked lines and no discernible pattern. But to Qin Fang, it seemed to hold endless mysteries.
He couldn't help but lean closer for a closer look, his body almost pressed against the wall, his nose nearly touching the mottled surface.
He opened his eyes wide, scrutinizing every detail of the pattern, trying to discern clues from the seemingly chaotic lines.
After looking at it for a long time, I still had no clue what to do, except that the pattern seemed increasingly mysterious.
Xu Qingyuan stood to the side, nodding solemnly. His voice was steady and powerful: "This manual not only perfected my cultivation technique but also gave me a completely new understanding of swordsmanship. Many of the confusions I encountered in swordsmanship in the past have now become clear. If I can receive guidance from this person, I, Xu Qingyuan, am confident that I will reach the legendary realm of the celestial being in my lifetime! At that time, even the leader of the martial arts alliance will have to show me respect!"
His eyes gleamed with unwavering determination, as if he could already see the glorious scene he would witness after entering the realm of the celestial beings.
The last rays of the setting sun shone through the broken window frame, casting long shadows on the three people like golden threads.
Qin Lingling stood quietly to the side, gazing at the patterns on the wall that looked like a child's doodles, her mind filled with countless thoughts.
She suddenly realized that the turmoil caused by the mysterious diagram had only just begun.
This seemingly ordinary pattern, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, will inevitably create ripples, and the Qin family may change their fate as a result, embarking on a completely different path.
Xu Qingyuan's hands trembled slightly, his cloudy eyes filled with awe and fanaticism.
His gaze was fixed intently on the pattern, as if trying to see right through it.
"Who on earth left this thing? He not only completed the 'Zhengyang Gong' that I had studied all my life but had always found incomplete, but he also re-deduced the energy circulation trajectory of the entire set of techniques! In the past, when I practiced, I always felt that some parts were not smooth enough. Now that I have seen this diagram, I understand where the problem lies."
As he spoke, he pointed to certain lines on the pattern with his finger, his eyes filled with amazement.
“Every annotation and every modification precisely targets the core of the technique!”
If you cultivate according to his guidance, the hidden injuries accumulated during your previous cultivation will be swept away, and the speed at which your power improves will be immeasurable!
Such astonishingly brilliant skills are probably beyond the reach of even the legendary old monsters who stand at the pinnacle of martial arts!
In the end, the old man, who had been renowned in the martial arts world for decades, almost roared.
His snow-white beard stood on end with excitement, and his body trembled slightly, as if he were seeing an insurmountable peak in the world of martial arts, and the creator of this peak was the one who left behind this mysterious diagram. (End of Chapter)