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Chapter 89: 【082】3 views and 9 orifices, stealing heavenly secrets

Chapter 89: 【082】3 views and 9 orifices, stealing heavenly secrets

Cultivating the Tao without enlightenment is futile even after a hundred years.

The Daoist School believes that the human body has three gates and nine orifices, which, once opened, can receive energy from heaven, earth, space, and humans.

Enhancing one’s aura, connections, popularity, and destiny.

In the state of an opened three gates and nine orifices, one can quickly enter a realm and comprehend ’inspiration’ that does not belong to their current understanding, or what shouldn’t be comprehended at this stage.

This act is named ’Stealing Heaven’s Secrets’ in Daoist School.

It means that the insight you gain is stolen from the Dao of Heaven and doesn’t belong to you now, or perhaps ever.

But how does one open the three gates and nine orifices that don’t physically exist on the human body and are merely conceptual?

One must constantly place themselves on the edge of life and death, focusing all their Spirit, for any moment of distraction could cost them their life, thereby attaining the effect of opening the three gates and nine orifices, and stealing Heaven’s secrets.

This life-risking martial arts training method is also referred to as "grasping skill" in the martial arts world. Each grasp is akin to experiencing a life-and-death crisis, allowing one’s martial abilities to grow rapidly.

In the past, many Martial Artists from Shaolin and Wudang would choose to practice at the edge of a cliff or atop a temple by a precipice for this very purpose.

Wang Longhu, although a novice in the martial arts world, stumbled upon the method of ’stealing Heaven’s secrets’ through his sheer recklessness and fearless Spirit of ignorance, thus allowing him to grasp the technique of the softness of Dark Force in just a single day.

"Puhah!"

A head emerged from beneath the sea surface, forcefully spitting out a mouthful of briny seawater. Wang Longhu swiftly swam towards the shore, collapsing onto the ground limp after landing, letting the waves wash over his body and the earth beneath him.

"I did it, I really did it." Gazing up at the cloud-covered night sky, Wang Longhu’s face radiated excitement.

[Name: Wang Longhu]

[Strength: 2.00（+）]

[Constitution: 2.00（+）]

[Spirit: 0.99（+）]

[Skills: Basic Fitness Lv3（100/300）, Three Body Stance Lv4（220/400）, Xingyi Boxing Lv4（80/400）, Lightweight Skill Lv3（200/300）, Baji Fist Lv2（70/200）]

[Potential Points: 0.07]

Reviewing the panel, besides a surge of more than a hundred points in the proficiency of the Three Body Stance, the limit marks following the Strength and Constitution metrics had disappeared, replaced by (+).

This means Wang Longhu’s body has undergone a qualitative transformation, allowing him to continue advancing further.

What does this mean? It signifies that from this moment onward, Wang Longhu’s body can no longer be considered that of an ordinary person. He has broken through the physical limits of the human body and begun evolving towards an unknown realm.

He decided to allocate the potential points gained from drinking and eating to his Constitution. A Martial Artist’s foundation lies in their body; a good Constitution ensures stronger endurance and jumping power, something Wang Longhu deeply understands.

After resting for a few minutes, Wang Longhu slowly stood up, noticing the hospital gown he was wearing, and decided to return to Changpitop first to change clothes. Otherwise, anyone seeing him like this would surely cast surprised glances.

...

In the deep night of the early morning, at Changpitop.

Returning to his grandma’s house, Wang Longhu found this battlefield of nearly twenty lives lost had been impeccably cleaned, with no bloodstains visible on the ground and traces of combat perfectly smoothed out.

Wang Longhu walked to the spot where Yutian Li was nailed down by his ambush; the wooden spear had long been removed, leaving only a clearly visible bullet hole on the ground.

"Truly professional, handling things like that," Wang Longhu couldn’t help but commend.

He entered the house, where Hong Wentai’s assembled iron spear was still leaning slanted against a corner wall, untouched by Qin Tong, aware that it was Hong Wentai’s martial practice weapon, and confiscating it as a controlled weapon to be handed over would be quite awkward.

Wang Longhu picked up the iron spear. It was heavy, weighing at least thirty pounds.

This was just the assembled length of about human height. As Wang Longhu knew, Hong Wentai had the spear specially forged by artisans in Lishui Longquan.

The complete form had a standard length of 3.6 meters and weighed 62 pounds, a weight even Hong Wentai couldn’t hold for long.

In simple terms, for Hong Wentai, it was a practice spear, not intended for combat.

As Wang Longhu had expressed the desire to practice Baji Spear with him, using just one would be inconvenient, so Hong Wentai brought this iron spear from home for Wang Longhu to use for practice temporarily.

"Though it’s only been three days, it feels like three weeks have passed, like a dream. I unexpectedly became a dangerously bloodstained character, amusing indeed." Wang Longhu laughed, waving the iron spear.

With the involvement of the grand monk and Qin Tong, that night’s slaughter vanished into history without a trace, not even recorded in files. The Martial Artists who had taken money to undertake the Marrow Cleansing attack on Wang Longhu simply died in vain.

No one knows where they went or if they are still alive.

Setting the spear down, taking a shower, and changing clothes, Wang Longhu went directly to the second floor to his room and slept soundly, undeterred by the fact that just recently, over a dozen people had died in the courtyard below.

Mere defeated opponents—what threat could they pose even as ghosts?

...

Dong County, Nanyang Grand Hotel.

As Dong County’s highest-grade hotel with the finest environment, newcomers with wealth almost always choose Nanyang Grand Hotel instead of staying at some boutique inn.

Boutique inns are for young people to play with.

Lu Tianxing stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor, overlooking the pitch-black county of Dong County with a deep frown and a look of extreme discontent.

Yutian Li had completely lost contact, clearly indicating something to Lu Tianxing. Beyond the shock of Yutian Li’s failure to take down Wang Longhu despite the elaborate planning, Lu Tianxing felt nothing but anger and anxiety.

He could afford to wait, but the old man at home couldn’t. If he couldn’t bring back the Marrow Cleansing Scripture this time, he’d be labeled as incompetent, making it even harder to thrive within the family in the future.

"Xiaobiao, initiate Plan B, abduct those two, we’re leaving Dong County tomorrow. This time, I need Wang Longhu to voluntarily hand over the Marrow Cleansing Scripture himself. I have no interest in dragging on in this damn place any longer." Lu Tianxing went to the sofa, sat down, closed his eyes and wearily massaged his temples.

"Yes." Lu Tianxing’s driver and bodyguard in the room nodded in response.

Originally, handling matters in Dong County seemed so simple, but who would have thought Wang Longhu, such a wildcard, would emerge mid-process, disrupting Lu Tianxing’s plan repeatedly.

Now, with the Martial Artists brought to Dong County all gone, Lu Tianxing no longer had the means to continue dragging this out on Wang Longhu’s home turf.

To turn the situation around, he had no choice but to resort to unscrupulous and underhanded tactics.