Chapter 62 - 62 62 Divine Skill Art of Magic Injury-Sword Finger Seeking Monthly Pass Binge-Read~

62: Chapter 62: Divine Skill Art of Magic, Injury-Sword Finger (Seeking Monthly Pass, Binge-Read~) 62: Chapter 62: Divine Skill Art of Magic, Injury-Sword Finger (Seeking Monthly Pass, Binge-Read~) “These roots are edible, too! They taste a bit like green onion, spicy and pungent with a freshness, just tougher.” Driven by extreme hunger, An Jing couldn’t wait for the meat to cook and thus picked some thick roots from the back of the Fanged Pig to chew on. What was originally an instinctual act of hunger unexpectedly caused his eyes to light up. These roots possessed a peculiar intense saltiness; although they were somewhat tough on the teeth, to a Martial Artist, this was hardly an issue—quite the contrary, they provided a satisfying chew. “Meat with its own seasoning, eh.” While munching on the roots, An Jing managed the fire diligently. The Fanged Pig was very fatty – just roasting it over the fire caused it to sizzle and ooze oil. He scraped off the layer of plant ash and charcoal from the surface with a blade, revealing the purple-golden pork underneath, dripping with melting fat into the fire. Unable to wait any longer despite the heat, An Jing took a big bite, finding the meat exquisite and tender beyond measure. Although the coexisting roots within the Fanged Pig’s meat were charred by the fire, appearing blackened, their actual flavor was salty and savory. Crunchy and delicious when bitten into, they seemed as if they were coated with breadcrumbs, making the eating experience doubly enjoyable. Wolfing down the food, An Jing quickly finished a large piece of roasted loin and, unable to wait, immediately started on a rack of ribs, swallowing them bones and all. Crushing the bones with his strong teeth, he ground all the cartilage and meat into pieces. As the rich aroma of fat filled the air, he ingested this mixture of bone and flesh, feeling a surge of nutrients entering his stomach and then being rapidly absorbed by his thoroughly strengthened digestive organs. His internal organs worked to digest and absorb the nutrients, a warm flow beginning to course throughout his whole body, filling his tired form with renewed energy. An Jing stood up, heat rising from his body. “Hoo!” A healthy flush returned to his pale cheeks as An Jing breathed deeply, his chest and abdomen pulsing with a special rhythm. Then, the young Martial Artist began to move. He practiced his boxing techniques, channeling Imperial Heaven’s stances and Exerting Force, where spirit merged with body, intention with power, and Qi with blood, refining those scorching ‘Inner Breath’ streams throughout his whole body. Whoosh—Hum— For a moment, as An Jing’s chest rose and fell and his fists flew, the cave resounded with the sound of a furnace’s bellows and the whoosh of something heavy cutting through the air. An Jing moved and exerted force, virtually displaying his boxing and swordsmanship in the cave as if he were truly battling an unseen opponent. His expression serious and his efforts wholehearted, sweat beaded on his forehead and back while heat steamed off the top of his head, making the air itself slightly distort. And it was during this intensely focused martial display that the most pure and concentrated ‘Inner Breath’ began to flow through his lungs and throughout the channels of his body! Inner Breath, Essence Qi, Blood Qi, Qi and blood, Innate Qi… Different Cultivation Techniques, different names, but they all essentially refer to the same thing, and their functions are nearly identical. That is to strengthen it. Three parts training, seven parts nourishment. Without sufficient nutrients, where can Essence Qi come from? Only with strong sinews and a healthy body, even an ‘excess of nutrients’ accumulated, can one use cultivation to refine ‘Essence Qi’. Were it not for the Demon Beast meat from Hanging Fate Manor, An Jing would not have been able to progress so quickly. The two Fanged Pigs, with Dang Kang blood running through them and resembling Exotic Beasts, were brimming with nutrients, fully replenishing the deficit from An Jing’s continuous battles. Even more, they could help heal the damage done to his body by the overuse of ‘Qi Boosting Pills’! At this moment, An Jing could clearly sense that, as the ‘Inner Breath’ within him recovered, a burning pain emanated from his muscles, particularly around his chest and abdomen. S~eaʀᴄh the Novёlƒire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. This was exactly where the power of the Qi Boosting Pills had previously forced out the Inner Breath. —Pain, on the contrary, was a good sign. The pain now signifies there’s still a chance for complete healing. If he waited until these internal injuries and old wounds healed on their own, numb and damaged, they would become hidden flaws within An Jing’s body, extremely difficult to repair. So, sensing pain, An Jing spurred the newly born Inner Breath within him to heal these injuries. With each breath, Inner Breath surged like a river, flowing through the blood vessels and meridians towards these damaged areas. Hot streams swirled and flowed, moistening the organs and meridians. The damaged areas sent out sensations of pain as if soaked in hot liquor, but this pain surprisingly brought An Jing relief, prompting him to involuntarily let out a low shout and stride forward, with two fingers held upright like a sword, he pointed towards the cave’s stone walls. Inner Breath rose in accordance, passing through the accumulated injuries in his chest and abdomen, in a flash swept across his limbs and body, and finally converged at An Jing’s fingertips. When he pointed the Sword Finger, his arm and hand swelled slightly, with veins bulging, and his fingertips glowed like red jade. Boom!!! Invisible Qi Force shot out, piercing the dust in the air, and in the blink of an eye, a small pit suddenly appeared on the nearby stone wall, with dust-like stone chips fluttering down. In that instant, An Jing had a revelation. He had just understood the first Art of Magic derived from his Divine Skill! [Divine Skill: Condensing Qi into Sword]! “Phew… satisfying!” Having unleashed the Sword Finger, An Jing took a deep breath, feeling a stifling congestion in his chest and abdomen finally swept away, leaving him feeling incredibly refreshed and delighted. Although the wounds pained him immensely as Inner Breath passed over and caused a fiery, tingling sensation, this was a sign of regeneration. Compared to the occasional itching and suffocating feeling, most people would probably prefer some pain. It’s like being bitten by a mosquito on the sole of the foot with an extremely itchy bump – you’d really rather it hurt than itch. “Not bad.” The Sword Spirit, having observed from start to finish, also expressed admiration, “Your Fate Pattern Divine Skill, ‘Coalescing Qi into Soldiers,’ doesn’t necessarily need to be powered by Blood Fiend Qi; using your Inner Breath and Blood Qi works just the same, albeit not as long-lasting.” “Yet you’ve creatively used Inner Breath to expel the Pathogenic Qi accumulated from old injuries within your body, creating a move called ‘Injury-Sword Finger’—it’s both a Martial Skill and a healing skill, and perhaps in the future, it could even become a cursing skill.” “Even though only those with the ‘Coalescing Qi into Soldiers’ Divine Skill can master it, the fact that you’ve comprehended a new Skills from scratch proves that you are a true genius!” An Jing also lifted his right hand, which had previously exerted Inner Breath, releasing the ‘Injury-Sword Finger’, with surprise, “This Fate Pattern Divine Skill… is much more convenient than I imagined.” Blood seeped from the tips of his index and middle fingers, but it didn’t hurt and carried the smell of old, decayed blood. Gazing at his quickly healing fingers, he exclaimed, “Originally, I just felt an uncomfortable constriction, like a swollen belly wanting to belch.” “I never expected that even ‘Pathogenic Qi’ could be harnessed by my Divine Skill and turned into a ‘weapon’!” By now, the internal injuries An Jing sustained from taking the Qi Boosting Pill had begun to heal, and they would not leave behind any complications or hidden injuries. In the future, any non-severe internal injuries, backlash, stagnation, or internal afflictions such as Pill Poisonous Qi, will hardly trouble An Jing and could even become his trump card in battle. Of course, some powerful toxins and internal injuries, even the Divine Skill ‘Coalescing Qi into Soldiers,’ cannot be transferred or cured. But at the very least, An Jing has his own unique ways to alleviate it.