Dominating Martial King
Chapter 204 - 204 185 800 Xuanfeng!_4

204: Chapter 185: 800 Xuanfeng!_4 204: Chapter 185: 800 Xuanfeng!_4 However, this energy was not true Inner Strength but what they called ‘Essence’, gathered from the most pure Spiritual Energy.

Absorbed from the Wild Boar Meat, it was supposed to dissipate over time, but now it was being forcefully converged into the Dantian by Zong Shou’s Guiding Technique.

It could enhance the body, be converted into Inner Breath, heal injuries, and even be transferred to others—its uses were many.

In his previous life, Zong Shou was able to outshine hundreds of millions of players, and this Guiding Skill was largely to thank for that.

Normally, Zong Shou would practice inside the carriage, three times a day.

Chuxue had already witnessed this many times and, after watching for a moment, would lose interest.

Yiin Yang, however, was witnessing it for the first time, and after just one glance, a sharp light shone in his eyes, unblinking.

It wasn’t until Zong Shou completed the entire set of Guiding Techniques that the sharpness in Yiin Yang’s eyes faded.

He spoke indifferently, “I do not know where the Princely Heir learned this set of movements.

If practiced diligently, even if one may not become a formidable force in the future, it will still strengthen and invigorate the body—”

Zong Shou slightly nodded in acknowledgment, his face betraying a flicker of an unusual color.

In the seven days since he arrived, the only thing he knew was that he had studied for a long time in the immensely familiar Coastal Academy, until he was recently picked up by the two.

Moreover, with Yiin Yang’s knowledge and experience, he still could not gauge the other’s depth.

Cool, calm, and well-mannered, Yiin Yang didn’t seem like a coachman in any respect.

After finishing the boar meat, Yiin Yang and Chuxue entered meditation to regulate their breathing.

Their breath became even as though they were asleep.

Zong Shou also sat down cross-legged and tentatively began to operate a basic mental method.

He transformed the Essence in his Qi Sea into Inner Breath.

At first, he felt nothing amiss, but when the energy began to surge into his meridians, he felt a stabbing pain all over, as if ten thousand steel needles were simultaneously piercing his body, making him nearly scream in agony.

Zong Shou involuntarily gasped, not wanting to disturb the two beside him, and forcefully endured the pain.

Only after a while did the intense pain subside, leaving his forehead and back soaked in cold sweat.

“As I thought!

It is because of the parallel meridians!”

A flicker of understanding appeared in his eyes, Zong Shou stimulated his Thought, driving the warm flow of energy back to the Qi Sea, temporarily abandoning the idea of continuing to cultivate Inner Qi.

In the Cloud Realm, all races base their cultivation on the nine Wheel Meridians that encircle the body.

However, when Zong Shou circulated energy just now, he clearly felt the Essence within his meridians diverging.

As he suspected, his body harbored Dual Veins!

This body, being half-demon, contained both Human Clan and Fox bloodlines—both of significant origin.

Possessing the strengths of both, the root bone and Five Elements Spirit Root were extraordinary.

However, also because of this, they conflicted with each other, and this was why his physical strength was frighteningly low.

It made it impossible for him to cultivate any Inner Qi normally.

Such a constitution with parallel veins would lead most to give up on Martial Arts.

But for him, it wasn’t without hope.

Arriving in this world, what he was most grateful for were decades of reading in his previous life and the verification in Illusion Realms, leading to martial arts experience far exceeding that of all martial artists of this era!

Recalling information from his past life, Zong Shou’s brow gradually furrowed.

Either he must cultivate special Kung Fu suited for Dual Veins, of which Zong Shou had several in mind, all of formidable power, at least better than Absolute Skills, but none were suitable.

The alternative was to acquire several Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures to enhance one bloodline and suppress the other, to improve his constitution and merge the Dual Veins into one.

Yet such life-sustaining treasures were even rarer.

Zong Shou hadn’t even considered them.

“Really, it serves me right!

The Fiery Fire Cold Flame Technique, the Great Reversed Luo Divine Technique, the Sun and Moon Radiant Wheel, why didn’t I look at them carefully when I got them?

Even though they were a bit trashy—”

As he was troubled, a sudden insight, like a burst of spirit light, flashed, and some text slipped through his mind.

“The way of heaven is to take from the excess and give to the insufficient.

The way of humans is to take from the insufficient to serve the excess—”

Zong Shou’s expression froze for a moment, then, as if seeing a snake, hurried to chase these memories from his conscious mind, burying them deep in his memory.

This text originated from an Ancient Martial Arts secret that he had come across by chance in his early years, called ‘Swallowing Essence’.

It had stirred endless turmoil in the Cloud Realm, causing countless bloodbaths and was considered taboo by the people.

If he used this technique, it could indeed resolve the conflict of his bloodlines and even greatly increase his cultivation.

But he was not willing to touch it lightly unless absolutely necessary, especially considering his Dual Veins might only add complications.

Thus, he was still hesitant.

With a sigh of sorrow, Zong Shou decided to disperse all the gathered Essence throughout his four limbs and hundred bones to strengthen his body.

Especially his hands, to make the muscle groups more solid and the tendons and bones stronger.

He then chopped down a piece of Iron Wood commonly found in the Cloud Realm from a nearby forest, and using the Fine Steel Treasure Sword, he carved a series of wooden Flying Knives about half a foot in length.

Standing beside the carriage window, Zong Shou slightly raised his wrist, and a black streak of light shot out from his sleeve.

In an instant, it reached a small tree twenty yards from the carriage, emitting a light ‘twang’ as it lodged firmly into the trunk.

“Left by half a millimeter!”

With someone now driving the Cloud Flipping Chariot, its speed had increased.

The small tree used as a target passed quickly through the field of view, vanishing in the blink of an eye.