bestfiction Chapter 437
Chapter 437
This is a war.
A war even more dangerous than the one before.
Zhong Ming flipped and leaped into the medicinal pool, the sound of his landing crisp and powerful. The seal in the air blocked the splashing liquid for the last time before shattering.
Next, Zhong Ming must continuously circulate the Great Cycle, refining all the essence of these plants into his own power. The spiritual energy that replenishes him must be completely under his control. In this process, if he is not careful, his entire body will once again become a scene of epic battle.
The surging spiritual power penetrated into every inch of his flesh with an aggressive manner. The special ingredients in the potion made every inch of his skin feel as if it were being burned, sliced off piece by piece and placed into the cold lake water, where it was soaked in acid.
He didn't shout or breathe heavily, because he closed his mouth and nose and immersed himself completely in the medicinal liquid.
The battalion commander's wife, who was monitoring from outside, frowned. This was too dangerous; they couldn't see Zhong Ming's condition.
"Is this Yue Kaishan's formula? Is it very dangerous?"
"This is what he used when he was refining his body; it's quite strong."
"It's... the Yue family's boxing style, right?" The battalion commander's wife was slightly relieved. Although she was not familiar with the Yue family's boxing style, it did not have that terrifying combat power that could cross boundaries and fight back. The potion should be of moderate strength.
“No…no,” the person who answered opened Yue Kaishan’s scroll and immediately broke out in a cold sweat. “He cultivates the ‘Formless Body’ technique, which he obtained from the dynasty’s treasury.”
"Pfft~" "What! What did you say! 'Formless Body'? Nonsense, why didn't you say so earlier!"
He felt somewhat aggrieved. Yue Kaishan had patted his chest and guaranteed it, and even took out a large pile of precious medicinal herbs that were originally intended for the next body tempering as an emergency measure. Otherwise, how could they have gathered them so early?
"He said there would definitely be no problem, which would be of great benefit to Captain Cuihong."
"Nonsense! Does he even know about Cuihong's physical condition?"
"Um, you said it was top secret, so we didn't tell him."
"Cuihong's physique usually can withstand this, but can it hold on now? Quick, prepare to break down the door and go in."
She angrily ordered the pre-prepared de-escalation team to begin their work, but another person monitoring the surveillance stopped her.
"Wait a minute, something seems to have changed."
Suddenly, the calm medicinal liquid began to boil, and the entire bathtub became like a boiling pot. Countless bubbles appeared and burst, and the dark green liquid gradually changed color, becoming transparent and more lustrous.
"Did he eat too many soybeans?" someone teased from behind. Under the sharp gazes of everyone who suddenly turned around, they obediently covered their mouths and silently walked to the door to squat down.
Inside the bathtub, Zhong Ming's body was like a withered sheepskin raft, rapidly expanding. His muscles were filled with the power of heaven and earth, and the essence of medicinal herbs that had been naturally cultivated for hundreds or thousands of years was circulating throughout his body. Every cell was cheering, and every bone was painfully breaking and reshaping.
He closed his eyes, but saw the sweet rain descending upon his body.
Just like the two dragons swimming in the water back then.
But gradually, the rain became heavier and heavier, the lush forests began to be swallowed up by the flood, the valleys became rivers, the cliffs turned into waterfalls, the peaks became isolated islands, and the earth absorbed the rainwater, but it was too slow, too slow!
Water, obey my command!
Zhong Ming suddenly jumped up.
There was no splashing medicine, no evaporating medicinal properties, and no water in the bathtub...
He's a water-based cultivator!
The medicinal liquid in the entire bathtub was forcefully absorbed by his body. It was derived from a technique called "Extreme Flood Turbulence," which made it seem as if countless vortexes were frantically absorbing the medicinal liquid and firmly sucking it onto his body.
Those monitoring the scene could only see a black humanoid figure moving around in the room.
He began to stretch his muscles and bones, and the basic techniques of the "Spring and Autumn Hook and Sickle Spear Method" were executed one by one. His numb muscles and bones gradually awakened in the intense exercise.
His skin was like the surface of the sea; when he moved, huge waves would rise on the surface, and his whole body would flow like water.
As he moved, the medicinal liquid that had seeped into his body gradually began to circulate throughout his entire body.
Still feeling uneasy, this power is too strong and too difficult to refine. Zhong Ming gritted his teeth and decided to give it a try.
The four seasons rotate.
He didn't mobilize any spiritual power; he simply started with "Grain Rain" and practiced four spiritual power spear stances over and over again. He had no spear in his hand, yet with each swing of the "spear," the surrounding water flow perfectly formed a spiral spear, which spun out from the inside and stopped at the spear tip in an instant, spiraling back down against the outside.
This bizarre situation left everyone watching in front of the monitor speechless with shock.
This was the first time they had ever seen someone who had undergone the Yi Jing marrow cleansing technique, able to cause all the medicinal liquids to jump out and begin practicing their own "body cultivation method".
They didn't know that this wasn't due to Zhong Ming's previous physical strength; they just kept marveling to themselves: 'Is this what a genius is?' 'What's military academy? What are those guys who only know how to wail in their jars? They're not even worthy of carrying his shoes.' 'The Flame Wolf Army has produced a phoenix prodigy; our army is truly fortunate.'
The bell rang repeatedly, spinning the four seasons in a powerful motion. Powerful energy surged from the flesh and blood into the meridians, only to be flung out of the meridians by the Great Circulation, dissipating back into the flesh and blood in the opposite direction.
His once-shriveled muscles became plump again, and his chiseled muscles returned to his body. His marksmanship became more and more skillful, and the surrounding medicinal liquid became clearer.
After an unknown amount of time, the clear, transparent liquid made his muscles glow, and the most primal beauty of the human body was being displayed. Zhong Ming's footwork gradually changed from spear techniques to flowing cloud movements, and the liquid on his body also changed shape, from a uniform "skin-hugging" application to a "concave and sculpted" application.
His muscles were full, but not in a healthy way; they were pathological.
Next, you must vomit out all the filth.
Zhong Ming coordinated all the muscles in his body and, among the four spear techniques, finally chose "Great Cold" as his final move.
The darkness, the cold, the despair—all of it came to an end at that moment.
The perfect body trembled violently and irregularly, and the pitch-black filth seeped into the clear water, shooting out like sharp arrows in the next instant.
The tempering process is over, but it's not over yet.
In the next move, Gu Yu continued.
Like a gentle spring breeze and nourishing rain, the power of external things is ultimately just that—external. This final move, however, uses Zhong Ming's own power.
With this move, the medicinal essence and spiritual power overflowing within the muscles took root and sprouted.
Only at this moment can he say that he has succeeded.