Releasing Inner Qi Externally, Controlling Cranes and Capturing Dragons

Chapter 102 Releasing Inner Qi Externally, Controlling Cranes and Capturing Dragons

At the foot of Xiaohan Peak, inside the disciples' dormitory building.

As Xiang Zhen gazed at the setting sun, a sense of unease rose within her.

She had received a message that the conflict between the three ancestors of her family, that behemoth that occupied Youzhou, had reached a fever pitch. The three agreed that one year later, the one with the strongest martial arts would take over as the head of the family, and the two who lost would no longer be involved in family affairs.

This means that if you choose the wrong side in this family feud, you will inevitably suffer a bloodbath and have to give up your interests.

Ancestors at the Visceral Realm level can withdraw and accept defeat, but the clansmen they support cannot afford to lose.

As for neutrality, the struggles over the years have long since turned into a zero-sum game. Neutral clansmen have been eliminated by various means. Even those who haven't taken sides have had their resources and money stopped, forcing them to choose a side.

Her branch of the family is betting on the youngest ancestor at the Visceral Realm, who is also the most promising.

However, realizing potential takes time, especially once you reach the Visceral Realm, where every breakthrough in a minor realm is incredibly difficult. A year is indeed not enough time.

"To Senior Sister!"

Just then, a junior sister who was close to her rushed in, saying, "Something's happened! Something's happened!"

"Junior Sister Wen?"

Xiang Zhen looked at the newcomer and asked in confusion, "What happened? Why are you in such a hurry? Has a beast tide broken out?"

For the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall, with so many experts at the Internal Organs Realm gathered here, even the biggest events are minor. The only exception is when the beast tide breaks out; every time, many disciples of the Martial Arts Hall die in battle.

However, in recent decades, the number of beast tides has been decreasing and the intervals have been getting longer. The Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall has not experienced a beast tide for a long time.

"No, no, it's the qualification assessment for the Haotian Secret Realm!"

Junior Sister Wen said excitedly, "Junior Brother Mo Zheng, he really made a name for himself!"

"Oh?"

Xiang Zhen blinked and asked curiously, "Tell me in detail."

She didn't participate in the Haotian Secret Realm assessment, and there were quite a few others in the Martial Arts Hall who did the same. After all, although the Haotian Secret Realm was good, only a few could be selected. Some disciples were self-aware of their own strength and knew that going there would only lead to failure, so they simply didn't want to waste their energy.

Xiang Zhen is different. The Xiang family has been established for many years and has a great influence in Youzhou. They know a lot about the Hun Tian Sect, and Xiang Zhen also knows a lot about the secrets of the Hun Tian Sect, especially the Haotian Secret Realm, which is the fundamental secret realm of the Hun Tian Sect.

For example, there are quota restrictions, the dangers of the Haotian Secret Realm, and the suppression of the three major martial arts halls by aristocratic factions.

Xiang Zhen admitted that she was not strong enough. Of course, this was not the most important factor. The most important thing was that she knew her talent and her purpose in coming to Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall. The former was not enough to support her to reach the Visceral Realm, and the latter was to find a martial arts genius as a guarantee for her future status in the family. Naturally, she was too lazy to try the Haotian Secret Realm qualification assessment.

Mo Zheng was the disciple she found who best suited her taste and had the greatest chance of success.

Young, handsome, and with talent that is rare even in the martial arts academy, coupled with his humble origins and lack of family burdens, it would be even easier for her to control him in the future.

Most importantly, unlike Lan Jun, who is unyielding, she had reportedly fought Zheng Zhijie for her a while ago, clearly having been moved by her.

Recalling the recent changes in the rankings of the True Inheritance Stele, which caused quite a stir throughout the Martial Arts Hall, she couldn't help but smile.

"He killed a disciple who was taking the exam!"

Wen Shimei's words startled Xiang Zhen, causing her face to change drastically. Those assessment disciples were not to be trifled with; they all represented the Hun Tian Sect's aristocratic factions. If anyone died, it would inevitably provoke a strong retaliation from the Hun Tian Sect's aristocratic factions.

But before she could ask what had happened, Junior Sister Wen laughed and said, "It turns out that Senior Brother Mo has already grasped the essence of martial arts. I heard that he was very spirited in this duel, and he didn't even listen to the orders of the Uncle Master of the Hun Tian Sect. He beheaded the disciple being assessed with a single sword strike."

He grasped the essence of martial arts?

He grasped the essence of martial arts!

Xiang Zhen couldn't hear what her junior sister Wen said after that. She was completely stunned by the news, her mind blank, and she even forgot to breathe.

"Senior Sister Xiang, Senior Sister Xiang—"

Seeing that the other woman was distracted, Junior Sister Wen called out to her twice. Xiang Zhen then came back to her senses and felt suffocated. She took two deep breaths, and her magnificent breasts heaved, which gave Junior Sister Wen a good look. She secretly praised the other woman's ample assets, no wonder that the talented Senior Brother Mo was so infatuated with her.

"Go on, keep going, I want to hear it," Xiang Zhen urged excitedly, a blush rising on her beautiful face, making her indescribably charming and alluring.

Having grasped the concept of martial arts essence, Xiang Zhen was naturally very clear about it.

It can be said that within a few years, Mo Zheng will inevitably achieve the state of internal organs.

A master of the Visceral Realm could easily establish a large clan and dominate a state.

But that's not the point. The point is Mo Zheng's age. He's only been in the Liangzhou Martial Arts Academy for a few years!

Even becoming a true disciple only happened a few months ago.

In the blink of an eye, he actually grasped the essence of martial arts and was about to become a master of the Visceral Realm in a month?

He's only eighteen, what's wrong with his internal organs at eighteen?

What an incredible cultivation speed! I'm afraid no one in the entire Great Yan can match it now!

For such a genius, the Visceral Realm is not the end point at all. He has a very high probability of reaching the Martial Saint realm!

Martial Saint ————

Thinking of that heroic young man who would become a martial saint in the future, Xiang Zhen's heart trembled with excitement.

She didn't choose the wrong person; all the effort and time she spent was worthwhile, even though Zheng Zhijie abandoned her.

What kind of existence is a Martial Saint?

Even the ruler of the Great Yan Dynasty, along with the six major forces including the Hun Tian Sect, would never be willing to provoke a Martial Saint.

This is a powerful force that can guarantee the family's inheritance for five hundred years, surpassing the royal family and all other major powers!

A single word can change the fate of countless people; a single phrase can make countless people rise to prominence.

The Martial Saint can move mountains and shake seas, live for five hundred years, and possess boundless divine power!

And right before her was such an opportunity, a chance to share in the power and prestige of the Martial Saint and rise to the top in one step.

If she were to actually be with that young man, not to mention the future, even the three patriarchs of the Xiang family would have to bow down and curry favor with her now.

Yes, a genius who doesn't grow up will always remain a genius, but a genius who has grasped the essence of martial arts will soon become a young martial artist at the Visceral Realm, already enough to surpass the Xiang family.

Even the Great Yan royal family, and even the other five major powers, must treat such a genius equally.

"Senior Sister Xiang, I really envy your taste."

After recounting what happened during the martial arts assessment, Junior Sister Wen's beautiful eyes were filled with envy as she said, "Such a perfect husband! If it weren't for my close friendship with Senior Sister, I would definitely have tried to snatch him away."

Finding a future martial saint as a husband, or even a fellow disciple of the Martial Arts Hall, would be such a tempting prospect.

Upon hearing Wen Shimei's words, Xiang Zhen's initially excited heart immediately turned alert. Yes, she was willing to lower herself and pester him relentlessly; now that Mo Zheng had shown potential, it was likely that all the major families and forces within the Hun Tian Sect would have to lower themselves to compete for him.

Who wouldn't want a future martial saint as a backer?

Thinking of this, she pretended to be nonchalant and smiled as she saw her junior sister off. Then she dressed up and prepared to go to Xiaohan Peak to offer her congratulations.

A bright moon hangs high above Xiaohan Peak.

Mo Zheng changed into a loose white robe and sat at the table, brewing tea.

On the table were three teacups and a copper kettle steaming over a charcoal fire.

Feng Shanzhang and Liu Qing were also sitting there.

Mo Zheng picked up the copper kettle and filled the three teacups one by one. His movements were unhurried and his temperament contained a sense of law and reason, which was subtle and harmonious with the plants and trees in the small courtyard and with the world.

When plain water is poured into a cup, green leaves tumble and wisps of steam rise, condensing into various scenes such as jackals, tigers, leopards, grass, trees, mountains, and rivers—it's truly magical.

Once the tea was full, Mo Zheng put down the copper kettle, and the strange white mist dissipated. He said, "This is just a small skill; I hope the headmaster and teachers will forgive my poor technique."

Headmaster Feng chuckled and praised, "You little rascal, you're quite modest. Releasing internal energy and controlling cranes and capturing dragons—these profound martial arts techniques, which only masters of the Visceral Realm can control, are reduced to mere skills in your mouth. Junior Brother Liu, listen to your disciple's words, aren't they infuriating?"

Liu Qing also laughed, pushed the teacup in front of Headmaster Feng, and said, "Have some tea, have some tea. In a few years, it won't be easy to drink tea brewed by him in person."

The two laughed and each picked up their teacups to savor the tea.

The changes in the mist just now were Mo Zheng demonstrating the essence of martial arts to his two masters.

The difference between comprehending the essence of martial arts and mastering the essence of martial arts lies in whether one can project internal energy outwards.

Unlike the others, the two already knew that Mo Zheng had comprehended the martial arts essence, and they came this time to confirm whether Mo Zheng had completely mastered it.

Although it's only a matter of time before the former becomes the latter, many projects take several years to complete.

Mo Zheng confronted Wei Liujiang's Thunderous Intent in the training ground that afternoon, and the strength he displayed was unmatched by any martial artist who had just comprehended the martial arts intent. That's why this test came about.

Sipping the tea, neither of them could tell how it tasted.

It wasn't that the flavor wasn't good enough; it was just that Headmaster Feng and Liu Qing weren't really focused on it.

It had only been a few days since Mo Zheng comprehended the martial arts intent. The two of them originally thought that it would be fast if he could control the Gale Sword Intent within one or two years. Who would have thought that in less than four months, this little guy would be able to release his internal energy.

This speed of cultivation, after being verified through the tea ceremony, was incredibly astonishing even to the two of them, given their experience.

It's so fast, incredibly fast.

Such talent for cultivation is unmatched, not to mention the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall, even among all the disciples recruited by the three Martial Arts Halls under the Hun Tian Sect over the past thousand years.

Not to mention that both of them are over a hundred years old and are currently stuck at the Visceral Realm. They are watching helplessly as an eighteen-year-old kid reaches the same level as them. The complexity of their feelings cannot be explained in just a few words.

"Hey, the younger generation is really pushing the older generation aside. These young people are amazing!"

Headmaster Feng put down his teacup, sighed, and said to Liu Qing, "Junior Brother Liu, don't think I'm being long-winded, but you've truly taken on a good disciple."

Liu Qing laughed again; this wasn't the first time the other party had said this.

However, what the other party said was exactly what he wanted to say. Recalling Mo Zheng's state of being in harmony with heaven and earth and his technique of remotely activating his inner energy, he looked at Mo Zheng with a smile and said, "Zheng'er, this time Senior Brother Feng and I have come here specifically to fulfill our original promise."

promise?

Mo Zheng's heart stirred, and he looked at Headmaster Feng with anticipation.

The original plan was to give him a treasure pouch and an internal organ pill if he mastered the martial arts realm within a year. Is that about to be fulfilled?

Seeing Mo Zheng's expectant eyes, Headmaster Feng didn't hide anything. He took a small cloth bag from his waist, which looked no bigger than half a palm, and handed it over, saying, "Drip a drop of blood on it and try it."

"Thank you, Headmaster."

Mo Zheng took it with both hands, then used the sword's edge to cut his index finger, and a drop of bright red blood immediately fell onto the small cloth bag that looked like it was made of white cloth.

In an instant, the white cloth bag emitted wisps of white light, then quickly disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, Mo Zheng felt a strange connection with the treasure pouch, a close, flesh-and-blood bond.

With a mere thought, his vision blurred, and he found himself inside the treasure pouch. Before him lay a square, empty space, containing only a small bottle.

According to ancient records, this treasure pouch was made from a very special stone found in a secret realm. It can store many items and can be taken out and used at will with a thought.

At that moment, Mo Zheng thought of taking out that small bottle, and the small bottle immediately fell into his palm.

With another thought, he returned the small bottle to his magic bag.

Liu Qing and Headmaster Feng sat to the side, watching him familiarize himself with the treasure pouch. In no time, Mo Zheng had put all the throwing knives, longswords, and other items he carried into it before he stopped.

Liu Qing: "Zheng'er, Senior Brother Feng's treasure pouch is extremely precious. Even those in the Visceral Realm would be envious. He went to great lengths for you. The small bottle you just took contains a Visceral Realm Pill. Once you reach the Perfection of the Bone and Tendon Realm, swallowing it and using the Gale Sword Intent will allow you to break through to the Visceral Realm in one go."

"You should strive to cultivate diligently and become a Martial Saint, so as to bring honor to our Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall and not disappoint Senior Brother Feng's good intentions."

Mo Zheng nodded and said, "This disciple will do his best."

Having broken through to the Visceral Realm, the benefits brought by the Twelve Wind-Riding Swords have been largely exhausted, and breaking through to Martial Saint is unlikely in the short term.

However, given his age and aptitude, as long as he successfully cultivates the Wind and Fire Qi Sword, it's only a matter of time before he breaks through to the Martial Saint realm.

"Don't talk about me. You also prepared a reward and brought out all your most treasured possessions, which I usually can't even bear to look at."

Headmaster Feng urged, "Hurry up and take it out, I can't wait any longer."

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