The Invincible Supreme Medical God
Chapter 247 - 205 Important Focus_2

Chapter 247: Chapter 205 Important Focus_2

Hui Yue exerted immense effort, sweat pouring down his forehead, until he finally captured any glimmers of light coursing through the blood vessels. If he hadn’t opened up the Chongmai Meridian, then Yan Xiaobao would have been unable to find those glimmers, resulting in a loss of more than half the medicine pill’s effectiveness.

Yan Xiaobao’s Qi Cave expanded by one-seventh of its original size—a seemingly modest increase, but considering the years of arduous cultivation required to develop its original dimensions, this was undoubtedly a miraculous gain.

Yan Xiaobao finally opened his eyes and gazed at the sun; noon had already passed. He had spent several hours absorbing the pill’s energy, but in the end, he managed to suppress the pill’s lingering effects.

Leaping to his feet, Yan Xiaobao instantly felt the energy within erupting from his core, surging through his meridians and threatening to force itself out of his body. A radiant smile flashed across his face as he began unleashing a furious sequence of techniques—Stone Fist, Crushing Kick—his power now at least double the level he displayed when striking down Wang Julong.

"Stop fiddling with those meaningless techniques," Lan Feng’s spectral voice echoed in Yan Xiaobao’s mind. Though Lan Feng’s tone brimmed with disdain, Yan Xiaobao’s childish sense of superiority made it impossible for him to squash the mocking laughter directed at the foolish bird.

"I’ve absorbed the pill," Yan Xiaobao chuckled, glancing around the courtyard. Within their shared body, his soul urged Lan Feng to grasp the fact that he eagerly anticipated what high-ranking Martial Arts skills awaited him.

Lan Feng let out a laugh, which elicited a foolish grin from Yan Xiaobao. Neither bird nor human could separate their emotions or thoughts from one another. The two were bonded together like inseparable gum.

"Alright, alright," Lan Feng chuckled as Xu Yue swiftly assumed a meditative posture, and upon entering his inner domain, a spiritual projection took shape within the Qi Cave.

The blue-haired boy approached the seated Yan Xiaobao as he often did, extending a finger to his forehead and extracting a stream of blue light that danced on his fingertips.

The blue light drifted through the air, embedding itself into Yan Xiaobao’s head before shattering into a myriad of knowledge and information.

"Transforming Weapon"—that was the name of this skill, a Martial Arts attack classified under the Intermediate King Ranking.

This skill allowed Yan Xiaobao to figuratively step into Lan Feng’s shoes, understanding why Lan Feng looked down upon the attack techniques Yan Xiaobao had learned so far.

The Transforming Weapon skill enabled Yan Xiaobao to mold his Qi into various weapon forms; however, the weapon’s size must not exceed the cultivation personnel’s height.

Yan Xiaobao instinctively knew he could currently only craft knives and short swords. Even with these limitations, recalling his days of practicing Martial Arts brought him undeniable joy.

Maintaining his seated posture, Yan Xiaobao enabled his Qi to flow through his meridians in a pattern outlined by the newly imparted instructions. Gradually, he felt his Qi threatening to erupt from his hands, taking the shape of a blade.

At first, the attempt ended as barely perceptible wisps of hazy mist. However, even while holding the fleeting Fog Blade in his hands, Yan Xiaobao could feel the fog’s form and exhilarating energy reverberating through his body.

He repeated the same action throughout the afternoon, until he had completely drained his Qi reserve. Given the level of training he was undergoing, he couldn’t maintain the amount of Qi required for a Perfect Skill. Nevertheless, Yan Xiaobao still sensed how his Qi steadily diminished throughout the past hours.

As the last drop of Qi spiraled out from his Qi Spiral, Yan Xiaobao opened his eyes, a satisfied expression lighting up his sweat-drenched face.

Despite hours of practice, Yan Xiaobao had managed to form only an outline of the blade in his hand. Though this outline fell far short of perfected skill, the rapid pace of his progress was extraordinary by normal standards.

This was partially thanks to the purity of his Qi, but the majority of credit belonged to Lan Feng, who had already mastered the technique. Now, with their souls partially fused, Yan Xiaobao absorbed an instinctive pre-understanding of the skill.

Yan Xiaobao realized the remaining time might not suffice to attempt a full consolidation of his physical abilities. Instead, he sat basking in the warmth of the setting sun, drawing in the essence of the world and refining it into Qi, slowly restoring his rapidly depleted Qi Spiral to its former glory.

The following evening was no different from before. Yan Xiaobao focused on converting Essence Qi into Qi, gradually expanding the size of his Qi Spiral.

The next morning mirrored the previous one. Upon hearing the first birds chirping to awaken the mountaintop, Yan Xiaobao promptly jumped out of bed and made his way to the courtyard beneath the trees for another session of meditation.

Taking his time, he carefully crafted his spiritual projection, immersing himself within his Qi Cave, and proceeded to meditation, aligning his thoughts entirely with his physical body.

The spiritual projection once more vanished into the Qi spiral line, sending streams of Qi down the Chongmai Meridian before circulating into Yan Xiaobao’s body, wrapping itself around one of his internal organs.

At first, it was like a guard protecting the entire organ, akin to the Qi Country Guard. Soon, however, this bubble-like protective layer gradually sank into the organ, emitting a faint white glow. Another strand of Qi coiled around the same organ, repeating the process.

This technique allowed Yan Xiaobao to internally strengthen his body, making it resistant to internal injuries. However, body reinforcement was a lifelong endeavor, as Qi and other forms of energy constantly evolved.

Body strengthening was also a time-consuming process. By midday, Yan Xiaobao had not finished reinforcing his first organ and had completely drained his Qi Pool.

The organ itself was now noticeably fortified; Yan Xiaobao could feel every strand of Qi taking more time to saturate the tissues. Yet, he patiently nurtured the improvement of his internal organs until the final trace of Qi vanished, leaving his face worn but fulfilled.

With the time nearing high noon, Yan Xiaobao decided after careful assessment not to consume another pill as he had before. Instead, he sat down, cultivating while letting his Qi vortex rotate and strengthen again.

An hour later, Yan Xiaobao regained sufficient strength and resumed his practice of the Transforming Weapon skill.

A week flew by in the blink of an eye; Yan Xiaobao abandoned his academic duties entirely, skipping his classes without hesitation. His entire focus shifted to consuming medicine pills every other day, mastering new Martial Arts techniques, and internally fortifying his body.

Seven men clad in black robes had traveled for six consecutive days before arriving at the mountain range bordering the Divine Domain.

This specific part of the mountain range lacked the terrifyingly powerful Magic Beasts found elsewhere but contained a valley leading to a magnificent icy peak.

From this mountain, icy winds perpetually swept forth into the world, bringing death to any creature they touched. This explained the total absence of life visible within range.

Yet, these seven men were utterly unfazed by the deadly winds. Even their black cloaks seemed untouched by the breeze. As they approached the peak, they courteously saluted various sentries stationed within the white landscape.

All the patrols were similarly cloaked in black robes, but no one spoke or displayed the slightest camaraderie among them.

The seven men knelt at the mountain’s base, patiently waiting for permission to enter.

"Enter!" A voice roared across the valley, causing the snow to tremble and the trees to sway. Every sentinel dropped to one knee in obeisance to the imposing voice, while the awaiting seven men bowed their heads before finally ascending the steps toward the habitation.

Previously indifferent to Lan Feng, the men now moved with extraordinary caution, as though the slightest misstep might spell disaster. After thousands of steps, they finally reached the mountain summit.

The icy peak was the tallest mountain by far, its summit buried beneath layers of snow that endlessly blanketed the land below.

Atop this snow-covered peak stood an enormous structure, akin to the Black Market Auction House. However, while the auction house had a wooden framework adorned with gold and gemstones, this building was constructed entirely of white jade.

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