Qi Rushing to the Disease involves, within the Inner Core Skill, simply gathering enough “Qi.” After this Qi is accumulated, it naturally flows through the body’s meridians.
This flow is based on the body’s own rhythm,
“Qi” will naturally circulate through the meridians, a process that does not require one to control the “Qi;” controlling it might actually be detrimental and could lead to deviations in the flow of “Qi”.
As it flows, “Qi” will continuously seek out the body’s “disease foci.”
This is the first minor realm of Qi Rushing to the Disease, “Finding Disease.”
During its circulatory process, “Qi” will encounter “obstructions,” which may be old hidden injuries, current ailments, or even potential future illnesses—one’s latent issues.
These “diseases” are categorized by difficulty of resolution into minor and major disease foci.
Generally, minor disease foci are cleared during the first circulation of “Qi,” starting the process of repairing the leaky vessel.
Whereas if “Qi” cannot clear a major disease focus, it will autonomously alter its course and mark the spot, repeating this until all disease foci within the body are identified.
The first stage of Qi Rushing to the Disease, Finding Disease, is then considered complete.
As this process concludes, with the repair of several minor disease foci, both “Qi” and physical fitness will be further enhanced, resulting in an increase in strength.
Wang Sheng’s current autonomous circulation of Qi Blood Power is essentially the process of “Finding Disease.”
“How long will it take?”
He had no master, no experiences to draw upon.
Therefore, he wasn’t quite sure how long this process would actually take.
Then, he saw a progress bar appear.
“Qi Rushing to the Disease: Finding Disease (1.5%)”
Wang Sheng was momentarily stunned when he saw it.
“Does everything I do come with a progress bar?”
Upon reflection, it wasn’t incomprehensible.
After all, chrysanthemum planting came with levels and progress bars.
Although the circulation process was a natural adherence to the body’s rules performed by the Qi Blood Power, that power was his, so it could be seen as a result of his own efforts, right?
After observing for a while, Wang Sheng noticed that the circulation of Qi Blood Power within his body had indeed sped up a bit, but not excessively, and the progress bar’s increase was not particularly fast.
The key was that, just like chrysanthemum planting, Qi Rushing to the Disease only showed a progress bar, with no levels, indicating that although the pace had quickened, it was indeed fixed.
The greatest benefit was actually that he couldn’t fail in the process of Qi Rushing to the Disease.
When planting chrysanthemums, he had found out that no matter what he did, the chrysanthemum seeds would surely grow.
However, a benefit like this was more than enough.
Or rather, without the guidance of predecessors, this ability was more important than anything else.
What Wang Sheng needed to do now was to let it develop autonomously.
“It’s just that I don’t know whether the advancement in level of Inner Core Skill will accelerate the speed of this process…”
Wang Sheng kept this in mind.
Planning to test this after dealing with the chrysanthemums tomorrow.
As for tonight, I’m sorry, but it’s time for my biological clock, and let me say it again, those who cultivate health never stay up late.
…
The next morning, at the break of dawn, Wang Sheng was practicing his Eight Brocades outside his house, as usual.
Ever since the Eight Brocades broke through for the second time, its training effect had improved tremendously, and his Qi Blood Power had increased rapidly.
Consequently, his consumption rate had also escalated, meaning that the Tiger Bone Ointment would only last a few more days at the current rate of use, a concern for him recently as he truly did not wish to rely on eating meat for replenishment.
He planned to ask Li Wenguang how the Tiger Bone Ointment was made, and if possible, he wanted to replicate it.
But that would have to wait until after today.
Lately, in the village, almost no one dared to approach him for fear of offending the Sun Family.
And the Li Wenguang household was no exception.
Wang Sheng understood, though.
His family was just an ordinary one—if helping him meant offending the Sun Family, the consequences would be more than they could bear.
Before, they had gone out of their way to assist him, even sending him a Cultivation Technique and Tiger Bone Ointment, which was already a great kindness.
After practicing a set of Eight Pieces of Brocade exercises, Wang Sheng began moving the sun-dried chrysanthemums outside. To prevent any accidents, he had prepared a little extra, about 600 jin.
As a Martial Artist, he found it easy to transport the chrysanthemums.
However, just as he had moved half of them, a familiar figure appeared at the door.
“Uncle Li?”
Wang Sheng really hadn’t expected Li Wenguang to come at this time.
He was aware of his own foundation, but did Li Wenguang understand?
The day he spoke to Li Wenguang, he mentioned two methods: one was to become a Martial Artist, and the other was to strengthen himself and then make a run for it.
Li Wenguang probably thought more about the latter possibility.
To get stronger, to run away.
“Yun Sheng, take these.”
Li Wenguang didn’t say much, simply stuffing a small cloth bag into Wang Sheng’s hands.
The bag felt lumpy, as if there were stones inside. Wang Sheng knew it contained silver.
“This silver was gathered by me and some people from our village. Take it and leave. You’ve used the Tiger Bone Ointment, haven’t you? Your Brother Li said it’s chaotic out there. If you are capable, finding your way wouldn’t be much of an issue. Be careful, and you shouldn’t have too many problems…”
Li Wenguang rambled on, completely oblivious to the pile of chrysanthemums at the door.
Wang Sheng could only smile bitterly. The people in the village were truly simple, even gathering money for him to escape. It made sense, in a way—if they weren’t that simple, his original self couldn’t have relied on the villagers to sustain him till now.
In this regard, the old Scholar played an indispensable role. Reading enlightens people, and Li Wenguang’s generation was greatly influenced by the old Scholar.
However, he might have to disappoint their good intentions.
“Uncle Li, take a look at what’s over there?”
Wang Sheng forcefully turned Li Wenguang’s body to face the chrysanthemums he just moved out. With his current strength as a Martial Artist, Li Wenguang had no chance to resist.
“What is this?”
Finally, Li Wenguang saw what was at the door.
“Where did you find so many chrysanthemums?”
“I had some stored at home, and then I managed to gather some more.”
This excuse might be believed by others, but Li Wenguang knew too much to buy it. However, he just nodded and didn’t say anything else.
Li Wenguang’s son, Li Yongfeng, was an escorter, worldly and knowledgeable, and he knew that the world harbored many incredible things.
He also knew some questions need not be asked.
Any method that could solve a problem was a good one.
“If you’ve gathered enough, that’s good. But still, be careful—the Sun Family is a powerful clan with Martial Artists among them. If they truly insist, there’s nothing you can do.”
Not only did Wang Sheng understand this, but so did Li Wenguang.
They both knew that powerful families might not play by the rules.
Gathering the necessary chrysanthemums was only the first step, and it was one of life or death.
“Don’t worry, Uncle Li, watch this!”
Then, in front of Li Wenguang, Wang Sheng casually juggled a millstone in his hand.
Li Wenguang knew the weight of a stone mill, and he also knew that Wang Sheng had no divine power by birth.
But Wang Sheng just lifted the millstone right in front of him—what did this represent?
Li Wenguang felt it was all very surreal.
“Really made it?”
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