Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups
Chapter 426 - 265 Cultivation, Blood Rain_2

Chapter 426: Chapter 265 Cultivation, Blood Rain_2

Seeing the opponent merely running towards the manor gate, they couldn’t help but be stunned for a moment, then immediately revealed a sinister smile.

Thus, they continued to swing their arms that had transformed into two wooden spears, launching an attack on Zha Xi and Duo Ji.

Outside the Lu Family Manor, in the misty forest.

Fang Cheng sprinted furiously, the wind howling past his ears, the shouts and cries behind gradually fading into the distance.

The fallen branches and leaves underfoot crunched as he stepped on them.

After the black mist and ghostly shadows vanished, the entire Mist Mountain seemed to regain a semblance of tranquility.

Everything around appeared hazy, as if entering a mysterious realm.

Before long, amidst the trees ahead, a small lake came into view.

The lake surface was calm like a mirror, with mist softly floating above it.

Fang Cheng’s eyes brightened; looking back, he saw no one was pursuing.

So he leaped, with a "splash," diving into the water, causing a large splash.

The lake water was piercingly cold; upon contact with his overheated and flushed skin, it emitted a faint sizzle.

Like a piece of burning charcoal thrown into icy water, bubbling frantically.

Fang Cheng quickly sank to the lake bottom, finding a relatively flat sandy area.

Then he formed his legs into a horse stance, holding his breath, and began to run his qigong.

As his mind slightly moved, True Qi gushed from his Dantian like a spiritual spring.

Then it flowed along the meridians of his limbs and bones, weaving through muscle and bone gaps, soaking numerous capillaries, endlessly circulating back and forth.

Wherever it reached, a gentle and harmonious Strength nourished and repaired the damaged areas, like a clogged river being cleared and dredged anew.

The originally chaotic Inner Breath gradually became smooth, guided by the True Qi, settling into its rightful place, performing its functions.

The five viscera and six bowels, disturbed and misaligned from the fall, now seemed gently righted by a pair of tender hands, receiving meticulous care.

Wisps of heat emanated from within, mingling with the icy lake water, surprisingly raising the surrounding water temperature substantially.

Five meters below the lake surface and in the depths of darkness, Fang Cheng enjoyed the pleasure brought by running qigong, quickly entering the Fetal Breathing State.

The whole person seemed to merge with this heaven and earth, with this piece of lake water, completely casting aside external noise and disputes.

During this time, some new changes occurred outside.

On the cloud-covered and fog-enveloped mountain top, everyone was still immersed in the shocking scene they had just witnessed.

One by one, they pointed and gestured at the sky, discussing ceaselessly, the atmosphere lively and extraordinary.

That figure soaring high in the sky, like a roc spreading its wings.

That punch descending from the sky, as if opening the heavens and splitting the earth.

Deeply shocked every treasure hunter.

The array, seemingly as solid as a rock and unfathomably mysterious, was thus destroyed with brute force by one man’s fist, completely breaking apart.

"It’s simply a god descending to earth!"

Someone in the crowd was the first to shout this sentence, instantly igniting everyone’s enthusiasm.

In an instant, praises and exclamations arose one after another, unceasing in their flow.

Those few treasure hunters who had previously crossed paths with Fang Cheng felt regret and fear, their faces alternating between pale and flushed.

They couldn’t help but want to slap themselves; they were really blindfolded by greed earlier, wanting to oppose such a formidable strength without knowing their own limits.

Recalling the scene during the battle now, the man’s effortless demeanor increasingly sent chills down their spines, filling them with awe.

Compared to these treasure hunters, the members of the professor’s team were even more excited.

Lin Chuqiao stood quietly at the edge of the cliff, her eyes filled with tenderness, gazing at the faint silhouette of the manor emerging from the dense fog.

She clenched the hem of her clothes tightly, her palms full of sweat, as if she had experienced this thrilling battle personally along with that man.

Beside her, Bai Ling was also so excited that her face was flushed; she tugged at the sleeve of the person next to her, chirping and sharing her inner astonishment:

"Did you see that? Brother White Ghost was amazing, able to fly so far, breaking the array with a single punch!"

Big Hammer grinned broadly, nodding in agreement with a laugh.

Monkey’s face looked normal, but a barely concealed admiration flashed in his eyes.

Everyone spoke in turn, celebrating Fang Cheng’s heroic feats with joy and relief for their narrow escape from death.

However, just then, a gust of strong wind howled through, blowing dust into the air.

The crowd felt something, and couldn’t help but look up at the night sky that had originally returned to calm.

Only to see a huge mass of dark clouds gathered from the horizon, getting thicker and more numerous.

Standing on top of the mountain felt as if the clouds would press directly upon them.

The wind rose accordingly, sweeping over with a howl, the branches of the surrounding trees dancing wildly and whipping around.

A bolt of lightning slashed through the dense black clouds, illuminating heaven and earth with brightness, as if daylight had descended.

Immediately following, accompanied by the rumbling thunder, raindrops the size of soybeans fell, sending the leaves rustling.

"What’s going on?"

"Could it be that the man-eating black mist is making a comeback?"

On the mountain top, exclamations arose one after another.

The sudden adverse weather caused the excited expressions on everyone’s faces to freeze instantly.

Then they discovered something even more hair-raising.

Although the rain wasn’t heavy, the raindrops falling surprisingly appeared blood-red!

Drop by drop, the rain fell "pitter-patter," blooming into enchanting blood flowers in the mud, like messengers from the underworld, heralding ominous signs.