PNB Chapter 416
Chapter 416
Zhong Ming sneezed loudly, feeling a little uneasy.
It looks like this is going to be a tough battle. Sometimes I really wish my sense of taste would take longer to recover, so my tongue could stay in a daze for a few more days.
He glanced to the side and saw the chef intently preparing an ultra-giant mixed stir-fry, covered with a whole bowl of rice.
It was exactly the same as when he first came here.
I still remember back then... Last year, when I first came here, the Fourth Sister treated him to a meal to make amends. He ate a big meal here, which alarmed the chef. He thought he was there to cause trouble, so he came over with his wok. Zhong Ming scolded him: "Hurry up and serve the food. We won't shortchange you on your meal." Then he scolded him and sent him back to the kitchen.
Later, he brought out a large pot of mixed stir-fried dishes, just like this.
Zhong Ming could even smell the scent of death.
A large crowd had gathered around him. Those on the periphery were discussing the situation, some simply there to join in the fun without knowing what was going on inside. But those inside, like devout pilgrims, remained remarkably quiet, looking at Zhong Ming with expressions of admiration.
Zhong Ming sat in a wheelchair. His physical injuries healed quickly. As long as he was willing to spend a lot of money, there were plenty of elixirs that could cure bone and flesh. The main problem was the injuries to his meridians.
His right hand was already fully functional, so he picked up the cutlery.
Next, it's time to demonstrate my absolute control over the storage stone. I will now throw every last drop of food into my dentures, ensuring that not a single drop will end up in my stomach!
After a few bites... the antidote stone activated for some reason.
Half an hour later, Zhong Ming left the cafeteria with an absolutely resolute expression.
Later, a medical team set up a temporary clinic next to the cafeteria...
Zhong Ming is now somewhat regretful, after all, it was his own request to preserve the ruins of the castle above.
Now, even his backside is a bit drafty in the quiet room where he meditates.
The mirror polisher had done its best, but the repair of his meridians was still very slow.
There was a storage bag next to him; it was his. After being drugged by He Li Zhenren, the storage bag tied to his right hand was taken away, and the battalion commander's wife helped him find it.
But I didn't have time to help him.
This storage bag has an extra layer of restriction. In short, He Li Zhenren was busy dealing with the talent exchange and didn't have time to open the storage bag to take a look, but he didn't intend to hand Zhong Ming's storage bag over to someone else, so he put another layer of restriction on it.
An additional "lock" was placed on the outside of the "lock" on the bell.
The late spring cold snap is sealed inside, and we don't know how to get it out yet.
He wanted to refine another meridian-suppressing item to help him repair his meridians, and the late spring cold was a good choice.
He didn't choose the Mother and Child Sword because he always felt it was slightly inferior to the Mother and Child Sword. It wasn't even a "small refinement," let alone a "great refinement." Although this sword was the treasure he used most for cultivation, he just couldn't refine it to the point of complete mastery.
"Perhaps the Mother-Child Sword is not an exception, but the Mirror Polishing Brick is." He thought to himself. The Mother-Child Sword was a properly crafted treasure, while the Mirror Polishing Brick was really just a brick that had been cut off. Theoretically, it was just a piece of the Heavenly Stone Cloud Mother.
He closed his eyes and earnestly and thoroughly felt the power brought by the Renyun Body, attempting for the first time to circulate the Body Refining Technique with his own power.
The spiritual energy circulated through the meridians, gentle and nourishing, while the dantian remained unchanged.
Um... it seems that the Body Refining Technique requires the use of magical artifacts for cultivation, and it doesn't seem to have the function of absorbing external spiritual energy.
He drew the twin swords, and as usual, placed his fingers on the ends of one sword and his toes on the ends of the other, and began to circulate his internal energy.
However, the moment his spiritual energy touched the sword, the sword rang out like thunder, the sword trembled incessantly, and streams of sword energy spread out.
'Wait, wait, wait, something's not right.'
In the blink of an eye, the sword energy surged, rushing wildly into his flesh and blood along his meridians. His toes were shattered by the sword energy in no time, exposing his white bones in a horrifying sight.
Zhong Ming endured the backlash from his meridians and forcibly blocked his own Great Circulation, immediately spitting out a mouthful of foul blood.
The damage to the meridians had not healed, and the backlash was more severe than before.
He had no time to care about his own body, staring in astonishment at the mother and child swords; this was the first time such a situation had occurred.
He had cultivated before, using a polishing brick, not the one that had been refined into a powerful meridian-suppressing material, but a "cheap" one made of ordinary celestial mica. Cultivation was perfectly fine with it.
'Could it be that this physique is incompatible with the sword?' Zhong Ming dared not try again and could only focus on recovering his health first.
......
Thousands of miles away, a white rainbow soared into the sky, seemingly a ribbon stretching across the heavens and earth, its momentum far surpassing that of a mighty river, a truly magnificent sight.
I don't know how the weather is.
The old Taoist priest was already jumping up and down in frustration.
"Miss Bai! This old Taoist temple is going to collapse! Are you willing to let it go? Are you willing to let it go?!"
The old Taoist priest was in a panic, completely baffled as to why Miss Bai had gone mad, acting as if she were about to kill a Nascent Soul cultivator.
"Something's wrong with Zhong Ming. Has some old monster possessed him?"
"Oh dear, Grandma, come down first, let me go check. Ugh, I'll go check, okay? There's no reaction from where I left, it can't be anything too dangerous. Can't I go? Grandma, Cat Mountain is collapsing!"
As he shouted, "one of the cat ears" of Cat Mountain fell to the ground. He hurriedly and painfully flew into the air, caught the falling rock, and carefully put it back in its original position.
"I need to know the news before moonrise."
"Hey, hey, hey! Hey~~" The old Taoist priest wanted to say a few more words, but suddenly remembered that it was the end of the month and there was no moon today. He had to hurry and be back before tomorrow night.
Suddenly, the surrounding earth surged, the floor tiles tumbled, and the broken bricks floated into the air, reassembled themselves, and sank back into the ground. The bricks and tiles falling from the Sanqing Hall also stopped falling and flew back to cover the roof.
He plunged into the ground with a "whoosh," his speed astonishing.
In this incident, the most unfortunate person was... Old Bei.
Old Bei happily strolled over to find the old Taoist priest at night, intending to write another piece titled "Old Friend Also Not Sleeping." Three minutes after arriving, it turned into "A desolate road stretches for a thousand miles, a life cut short for a hundred years."
He limped back, and as he looked at the pitch-black sky, it resembled the heart of a white maiden.
It's so unpredictable, so unpredictable.
If you move around too much, you're likely to fall flat on your face.