A Complete Transformation

Click click click!

Every muscle and bone was spasming, every meridian was being reshaped, and every bone was making a slight cracking sound—the sound of old bones breaking and new bones being reborn!

The bluish-black palm print on his chest vanished instantly!

Then came excruciating pain!

But this pain was different from the one that made me extremely weak before!

This pain is the pain of being rebuilt! It's the pain of being reborn!

Gu Qingxuan gritted his teeth.

He thought he could tough it out.

If we were to use the Treasure Appearance Skill in a big way, it would likely alert those outside and become known throughout the entire mansion.

However, the [Dragon Elephant Pill] was extremely potent. After the pill entered his stomach, he transformed into a rampaging, prehistoric beast. Gu Qingxuan could even clearly feel his blood vessels swelling one by one, as if they might burst at any moment!

I can't sit down anymore.

The medicinal effects must be neutralized.

The first image on the thin silk flashed through his mind—the image of Fudo Myoo.

The "Thirty-Two Vajra Precious Image Practice" takes standing meditation as its foundation, and the first image, "Immovable King," is the foundational method for all precious images.

The one who remains still does not mean that his body is still, but that his mind is still.

Only by combining the body as a mountain and the breath as an abyss can one bear the power of Vajra!

Gu Qingxuan suddenly opened his eyes and got out of bed.

My feet touched the cold blue bricks, and my knees trembled slightly from the pain.

But he did not hesitate. He stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, his center of gravity lowered, toes gripping the ground, arches of his feet slightly raised, and his whole body was like an old tree that had taken root, firmly planted on the ground.

This is the basic skill of Zhan Zhuang (standing meditation).

Although the original owner was a waste, he had at least practiced martial arts for more than ten years and still had the foundation in stance training.

Immediately afterwards, the meridian pathways in the first diagram appeared before my eyes: starting from the dantian, passing through the perineum, passing through the mingmen point, going up the jiaji point, reaching the dazhui point, then splitting into two paths that flow into both arms, and finally bursting out from the Laogong point in the palm.

Gu Qingxuan took a deep breath and began to silently recite the mantra.

"Namo Samanta, Vajra, Namhan—"

The moment the words were uttered, the medicinal power in the dantian seemed to be seized by an invisible hand.

The raging magma suddenly stopped, then exploded out in an even more violent manner.

boom!

The veins on Gu Qingxuan's forehead bulged.

pain.

The pain was ten times more intense than before.

He gritted his teeth, bent his legs slightly, relaxed his spine, and began to follow the standing meditation method shown in the first picture.

Slowly raise both hands to chest level, palms facing inward, fingers touching, as if holding an invisible giant ball in front of the chest. Spread the shoulder blades to the sides, and let the spine run from the coccyx to the Dazhui point, with the center of gravity sinking to the Yongquan point.

When I first stood there, my breathing was rapid and labored, like a bellows. After nine breaths, my breathing gradually became longer and more even.

The pores of the body open and close accordingly, inhaling the wandering spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and exhaling the turbid heat generated by the refining of medicinal power.

But this seemingly simple stance with the ball in hand made Gu Qingxuan feel what it meant to be "attacked from both inside and outside." The medicinal power inside surged outward like magma, while the guiding method he was using was forcibly binding it and pressing it deep into his muscles and bones. The two forces were in direct opposition, and the pain was truly unbearable!

Sweat poured down his forehead, each drop sliding down his cheek and dripping onto the blue bricks!

The effects of the medicine and the cultivation technique were still locked in a struggle, and his body was the battlefield!

Do not move.

No refunds.

The stance of the Immovable King is the foundation; if the stance is broken, the medicinal effects will be out of control, and all previous efforts will be wasted!

Gu Qingxuan slowly closed his eyes.

Time passed little by little.

As night fell completely, the guards in the courtyard finished their meal and drinks. One of them shouted, "Make sure that little girl brings plenty of meat tomorrow!" Another kicked over something and walked towards the outhouse, cursing as he went.

No one glanced into the house.

No one knows what is happening in this drafty, empty room.

Gu Qingxuan did not move from beginning to end.

His breathing gradually calmed down.

The overwhelming medicinal power was finally completely suppressed into the bones and muscles!

The body, which was originally weak, seemed to have been replaced by some kind of more resilient material, like black iron, but warmer and smoother; like jade, but harder.

Next is the fascia.

Every muscle in his body was becoming firmer and more symmetrical at a visible speed, like a contour that had been re-sculpted by a craftsman. It was not an exaggeration, but every inch was full of power.

Finally, there are the meridians.

The original body's meridians were originally thin and narrow, but the medicinal power of the Dragon Elephant Pill was like a flood that rushed into the originally narrow channel, widening, reshaping, and strengthening it, making it thick and tough.

The flow of true energy within it is no longer sluggish, but rather incredibly smooth!

"Finally finished..."

Gu Qingxuan opened his eyes, utterly exhausted. He relaxed his body and collapsed onto the bed with a thud, covered in sweat and panting heavily.

The cold wind kept blowing into the room, but he was no longer cold.

What was that sound?

"Fell out of bed? Is he dead?"

"It would be better if he were dead, that would save us trouble!"

"Let's go take a look."

Hearing the noise, the six guards put down their wine glasses, reeking of alcohol, and staggered toward the main house.

Moonlight streamed in through the wide-open doors and windows, illuminating the room with a cool, clear light.

Gu Qingxuan lay sprawled on the bed, his body soaked in sweat. His thin undergarment clung to his body, outlining a figure completely different from his usual one.

Qin Laosi, who was the first to enter, stood frozen at the door, now mostly sober.

Something is wrong!

He was an old man in this household, and he knew this son-in-law's character better than anyone else—sallow-faced, thin, panting after walking a few steps, huddled cowardly in this empty room, anyone who saw him could kick him.

But the Gu Qingxuan before him had taut, well-proportioned muscles, and his skin shimmered with a lustrous glow under the moonlight. His features were still the same, but his spirit and energy were completely different, as if he were a different person.

Especially now, drenched in sweat, the moonlight added an indescribable allure—

Before he could figure out how to describe it, Pei Ling beside him had already said it for him.

"Yo!"

Pei Ling's eyes gleamed. Still slightly drunk, he was bolder than usual. His gaze swept over Gu Qingxuan, a malicious smile playing on his lips: "Brothers, how come we never realized before that our son-in-law is even more charming than the young master at the brothel? Don't you think so?"

"Haha, yeah, I didn't expect it to actually look so convincing now!"

"Get out of here! You two have gotten so drunk on horse piss that you're all delirious. What's so interesting about a guy with a penis!"

"You wouldn't understand, it has a unique flavor~"

"Hey Lao Pei, that's enough! Suicide is suicide, and other things are other things. Don't get yourself into trouble!"

The other four people spoke up, some agreeing, others trying to dissuade them.

"What are you afraid of?"

Pei Ling didn't turn his head, staring intently at Gu Qingxuan, his eyes filled with lewd greed: "We're all going to die anyway, what's wrong with letting me have some fun? Don't worry, I'll be gentle, I won't do anything—"

The next instant, everything went blurry.

Gu Qingxuan turned over and got up.

Pei Ling didn't even see how he moved. He only felt a tightness around his neck as a hand like an iron clamp gripped his throat. Then, the world spun around, and he was swung up and slammed hard against the wall.

boom!

The wall cracked, and pieces of blue bricks fell down in a flurry!

Cracks spread outwards from the point of impact, like a giant spider web covering half of the wall!

Pei Ling's back slammed through a layer of bricks, and he became embedded in the wall. The crisp sound of his bones breaking was especially clear in the quiet night!

puff--

A mouthful of blood mist spurted from Pei Ling's mouth, staining half the wall red.

He tried to scream, but only muffled bubbling sounds came from his throat. Blood gushed from the corners of his mouth, and the grotesque look on his face was quickly replaced by a stiff expression of terror.

The remaining five people were instantly sobered up by the shock!

The first to react was the guard closest to Pei Ling. He watched as a grown man flew past him and embedded himself in the wall. He shrank back in fright, but being a veteran who had tasted blood, his instincts beat faster than his brain, and he instinctively drew his sword.

The knife was drawn three inches from its sheath.

Gu Qingxuan's figure swayed, and he stomped his right foot hard on the ground, shattering the blue bricks. He shot into the crowd like an arrow, his left hand curling into a claw, aiming straight for the person's wrist with a sharp whistling sound. The third move of the "Twelve Styles of Frost Sky", the Formation Breaking Style, transformed the spear into a grappling move, grabbing the opponent's wrist joint and twisting it sharply!

Click!

Before the sound of a dislocated wrist had even faded, Gu Qingxuan had already clenched his right fist, twisted his waist and hips violently, and channeled the force from the ground, down his spine and into his right arm, delivering a powerful punch to the man's chest.

The sixth move of the Twelve Forms of Frosty Sky: Mountain Collapse!

This was originally a move for striking with the shaft of a long spear, but now he incorporated it into his fist. The force of his fist penetrated through the body, and the guard's chest caved in suddenly. He was hit as if he had been struck head-on by a battering ram. He spat out a mouthful of blood, flew out of the room, rolled twice on the ground, and then fell silent.

"Hold!"

Another person roared and drew his sword to strike, but Gu Qingxuan dodged to the side, the blade grazing his nose as it missed.

Before the man could change his move, he took a half step forward with his left foot, his body thrusting into the center line like a spear. His left hand wrapped around the man's wrist holding the knife from the outside, while his right elbow swept across like a spear shaft, the tip of his elbow striking the man's temple!

The man didn't even utter a sound before he was sent flying, crashing into the wall. All his bones were shattered, his eyes rolled back, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

In the blink of an eye, four of the six guards had fallen.

The remaining two—a tall, thin man and Qin Laosi—were completely dumbfounded.

Qin Laosi's legs trembled like a leaf, and his hands were on the hilt of the knife, but he couldn't pull it out no matter what he did.

The tall, thin guy reacted faster; he turned and ran, opening his mouth to shout!

Gu Qingxuan struck him on the back of the neck with a palm strike, and with a crack, the tall, thin man's body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

Qin Laosi stopped halfway through drawing his knife.

He saw Gu Qingxuan turn his head and glance at him.

Just one glance.

The moonlight shone from behind, illuminating Gu Qingxuan's face, half bright and half shadowy. His eyes shone eerily in the shadows, like the sharp edge of a quenched blade.

Qin Laosi trembled, and the hilt of the knife slipped from his palm and fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Son-in-law..."

His knees reacted faster than his brain; he collapsed to his knees with a thud, his forehead slamming heavily against the broken bricks. "Young master, spare me! Young master, spare me! It was all Miss and Huo Zhengming who made us do it! I was just following orders, I had no choice!!"

Gu Qingxuan grabbed his neck with her left hand, lifted him up, and put her right hand to her lips:

"Shh..."

Qin Laosi was so scared he almost wet his pants; the sounds of those men breaking bones and tendons still echoed in his ears.

He nodded frantically, keeping his mouth tightly shut, not daring to utter a single word.

Gu Qingxuan looked at him and said calmly, "Where are those adulterers?"

Qin Laosi sensed the murderous intent in the voice, his body trembled, and he pointed shakily to the backyard: "The young lady and the others... are in the backyard... in the Buddhist hall..."

Gu Qingxuan sneered, "Having fun in the Buddhist hall, you're quite rebellious."

He loosened his grip, and Qin Laosi fell to the ground, coughing violently.

Gu Qingxuan looked down at him and said, "Do you know what to do?"

"I know! I know!"

Without saying a word, Qin Laosi picked up a brick and smashed it against his own head.

boom!

After a muffled thud, brick dust flew everywhere.

Blood streamed down Qin Laosi's forehead. He swayed twice, then fell backward onto the broken bricks, unconscious.

Gu Qingxuan looked around and saw that the ground was littered with the ruined guards.

The power of a dragon and an elephant can increase strength by ten thousand jin!

He looked down at his hands. With just a few casual moves, he had crippled these people at the fifth level of the Acquired Realm. He even remembered the treasure hunter's instructions and only used 30% of his strength. With that force, he almost embedded them into the wall!

If you use your full strength...

Gu Qingxuan suppressed the pounding in his heart.

He had only taken the elixir and had not yet formally practiced the "Thirty-Two Vajra Treasure Form Skill".

The Dragon Elephant Elixir tempers the physical body, while the Precious Image Skill forges Vajra-like abilities.

Now the foundation is laid, but the high-rise building has not yet been erected.

But that imposing physique alone is enough to give the princess's guards a run for their money...

He smiled contentedly, then turned to look towards the Buddhist shrine in the backyard: "My dear wife, don't worry... I'll send you on your way right away!"