Chapter 333: Hesitant to Speak
"...This blood refining method really requires instruction through words and deeds, so Ji Qiufeng can't teach you." Huan Ge sighed, "I've demonstrated this for you, you..."
It stared at Chu Hengkong's calf, which was beginning to melt, and said, "I think you've completely understood it."
"Um."
"What are you talking about?! I told you to be careful and not to practice on your own! Every year we see idiots on the mountain who refine themselves. We brothers and teachers have to work very hard to save them. Do you understand?"
Chu Hengkong relinquished his aura, and his leg healed as it had been before. He smiled and said, "I've discovered that if I possess the Immortal and Indestructible Technique, the risks of refining blood can be greatly reduced. And using the Gang Qi Armor to refine from the outside in, or using Burning Night to refine from the inside out, should also be a way to achieve twice the result with half the effort, right?"
Huan Ge kept scratching his head, finally unable to resist the excited gaze of his junior, and sighed, "Alas! At this point, I won't hide it from you. The three secrets of Longquan Township are both skills and Tao. They are meant to be practiced together with Yiqi Qianqiu to help martial artists break through the key to life and death..."
"The basic framework is Yiqi Qianqiu plus one of the Three Secrets."
"That's the basic framework for a mid-level Sephiroth cultivator. If you've grasped this, you should know this method is premature for you right now!" Huan Ge's face beneath his mask darkened. "The prerequisite for refining blood into qi is complete mastery of one's body, a trait only possessed by Chengkongyi. Usually, only Soaring Sephiroth cultivators, ready to transcend the mortal realm, dare to retreat and study this method. But your current strength far surpasses the essence of life. I've never heard of anyone challenging a blood refiner at Sephiroth 3."
"Will there be any harm?"
"There's no harm, only good!" Huan Ge sneered. "The good thing is that once you succeed in refining your blood, your life essence will naturally improve. Even if you're stupid or clueless, you can still pile on the particles. Even if you have no intention of doing it, you can still fly after success!"
Chu Hengkong, originally in a cheerful mood, was taken aback by this. Huan Ge shook his head, "But you know it yourself. The technical skill isn't the problem; the mental barrier is the most difficult. You have the ambition to achieve great things, yet you're tying yourself to the ground. With such a mentality, how can you truly succeed?"
Chu Hengkong also scratched his head: "Do you think I'm restraining myself?"
Huan Ge asked back, "Huo Huo, you're such a tyrant, yet you're so unhappy all the time. Do you really need my opinion? I think you're not happy with the chaos going on in Jingsha, and you're itching to step in and set things right yourself!"
"Just kidding, this is none of my business."
"I'd like to ask you, what kind of setbacks have you experienced that make you so insincere?"
Chu Hengkong was silent for a while before replying, "I failed once before... so it's hard to get back to that state of mind."
A huge question mark appeared on Huan Ge's mask: "If I can't go back, why bother to cultivate?"
"I can't lose again." Chu Hengkong laughed, "I can't afford to lose."
Huan Ge didn't ask any more questions. He conjured up four small flags and stuck them in the four corners of the room. He also conjured up a piece of yellow paper and placed it on the table.
As he left, he said, "This formation of flags can ward off the outsiders below particle 5. After all, a bookstore isn't a barracks. If you want to cultivate, come here... Everyone has their own path, so I won't elaborate. Just remember, if you can't see clearly, don't force it. Slow and steady practice is the true path!"
Chu Hengkong thanked him, took the yellow paper and took a look, and found that it was the lost secret formation of particle 4. In the center of the formation was a pair of fluffy wings.
He went out and asked a member of the Divine Guard to deliver a letter to Ji Huaisu, telling him that he was practicing. Then he sat cross-legged in the middle of the room and meditated, clearing his mind.
Refining his body was no easy feat, as he still had many external components. He also had to take this opportunity to adjust his body and use the Canxin Resurrection Soul Secret Technique to place these "residents" in a position where they wouldn't fight...
As his muscles dissolved bit by bit, he let his thoughts wander, unconsciously repeating Huan Ge's final warning. Let it be, don't force it... This was something he would never be able to achieve, even as a killer.
They are always swimming against the current, never stopping.
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Dust-free headquarters, VV laboratory.
The days of heavy rain came to an end, and the sky finally cleared up today. Laughter was heard everywhere in the park. Scholars who had been bored for weeks had a picnic on the lawn with their families. Even the most traditional old scholars took off their brass masks.
The secretary changed into sneakers. She didn't want to walk around like a compass in her high heels on the grass on this rare good day. She checked that there were no new messages, then sat down under the banyan tree and unwrapped her sandwich.
The green thing in the package was a combination of synthetic vitamins and natural plant fibers. She felt a little regretful for buying health food.
"Give yourself a break, Hill! Are you really not going to get sick?" a female colleague from the research institute next door said to her. "Try this. I made it myself."
Hill accepted the gift from his colleague, a generous and plump woman whose son had just started school. It was a heavy potato pie and a homemade egg tart.
"Thank you very much! Any good news lately?"
My colleague's picnic basket still had a lot of snacks in it, and it would take more than a short time to prepare. Her plump face was full of smiles: "My husband has returned safely from the front line, and I've taken a week off!"
Secretary Hill offered congratulations repeatedly. She saw a large man playing guitar and singing by the fountain, attracting a large crowd of scholars. His voice wasn't great, but the song itself was excellent. It seemed to be a new tune from Jingsha. She secretly made a note of it and planned to buy a piece of imaging crystal later.
"He's even more energetic than before he left!" the female colleague said proudly. "The mercenaries under him all say he's a good leader. I say no matter how good he is, he can't stay there for long."
Hill agreed: "At this point in time, it's always good to be away from the front lines."
"I think so too..."
Seeing no one was paying attention, the fat lady whispered to her, "But it won't, will it? I heard you're taking action. That bill can't be passed, right?"
"It's hard to say, ma'am." Hill took a bite of the potato pie. Since it wasn't a secret, she spoke frankly, "The boss has made many arrangements, but Chancellor Parriman is like another old tree, deeply rooted within the Thorns. I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to change the situation."
"But she's not one to waste time."
"I think the boss will really take action later," Hill said. "And now, you know, it's all long preparation..."
"Of course, of course..." The fat lady said with a strange look on her face, "But to be honest, I'm a little worried about the scale of her 'action'. You know, that one is... too exaggerated."
Hill agreed: "I think it's almost over."
They all turned their heads, their eyes almost in awe, to the north of the park. There was a clear "line" there: on one side of the line was the land bathed in sunlight, and on the other side were the buildings as dark as the abyss.
Something as massive as a cloud stood still above the Dustless Land headquarters, its bulk obscuring nearly half the sky above Dust Island. The terrifying, icy black cloud continued to expand. Countless micro-machines shuttled between the giant and the earth, adding bricks and tiles to the "dark cloud" like industrious worker bees. The boss was at the center of the cloud, and a faint glow lingered outside. It was her transformation formation, obscured by the giant.
They whispered like two little people gazing at the mountains in the distance.
"Your boss will succeed, right?"
"She will definitely do that. If she fails, Dustless Land will probably collapse."
If they were allowed to use high-precision observation instruments, they would discover that every breath in the "dark cloud" was floating. The granularity of its movement was extremely small, not the breathing of a giant, but the wave formed by countless tiny things, like drops of water and a tsunami.
If their observation equipment were advanced enough, they would be able to clearly see the tiny object's true form. It was a mirror-smooth, autonomous machine, barely the size of a hand mirror, its corners framed by dark blue magical rings. Millions of these machines moved data and transported energy, seemingly slow to the naked eye, yet in reality, the design on the blueprint was restored to reality at breakneck speed.
After completing its task, a machine returns to its place to participate in assembly. They are workers and craftsmen, and also the smallest "cells" that make up this huge machine.
Velvet Velus floated quietly in the center of this icy, dense cloud. She had just completed the final program revision, eliminating the possibility of a runaway rampage. The design had been optimized to its limit, and all that remained was to wait for the Holy Honor Cup to be assembled.
Theoretically, she could even leave the scene now to get some sleep or a cup of coffee, and then officially upgrade after the monotonous work was finished. But Velvet was still staring at the blueprint.
She always felt that something was missing from the Holy Honor Cup. If she missed this flaw, she would probably regret it for the rest of her life.
The Holy Honor Cup is a symbol of leadership. The "ideas" of a leader, recognized by all, are contained within the cup, generating corresponding abilities. Its construction aligns with the Strange Blade and the Heart Sword, embodying the embodiment of one's own ideals within a tool. Therefore, as long as its direction remains intact, it possesses no fatal flaws.
Velvet wouldn't make such a naive mistake. She was always decisive and never hesitated. She had a clear vision of the goals to be achieved and the possible means to be employed. Furthermore, she had been a leader for a long time before embarking on the path of advancement, and she had her own set of insights on the "ideological" level.
Her Holy Honor Cup shouldn't have any flaws, but now, on the verge of completion, the lack of theoretical support felt like a lingering nagging feeling. Something was missing, something was missing, a crucial piece of the puzzle was missing. Success was inevitable if she continued like this, but the risks would inevitably be exposed someday.
There's no evidence, and no unstable factors were found in simulations, but...
She remembered something someone had said.
"I advise you not to take theory too seriously. If everything in the world could be solved by arithmetic, we wouldn't have to bother with it."
At the time, she was meticulously reviewing the battle plan, while the assassin was lying on the sofa playing video games. Instead of helping, he made sarcastic remarks. She responded with her usual sarcasm, and the assassin laughed and said, "Then you can use your computer to calculate me. Do you think it can work?"
Velvet rejected his challenge, believing it was pointless to attempt to calculate a closed system whose movements and capabilities were completely chaotic during a battle. She then tossed the action plan she had painstakingly crafted for a week into the trash, replacing it with "Chu Hengkong would infiltrate the main force alone to coordinate the attack."
Of course, the result was a resounding victory.
This recollection brought her a small sense of defeat, and once again, she doubted her own abilities. She had Chu Hengkong by her side for most of her career, and most of the irreconcilable conflicts she encountered could be resolved with the simple solution of "letting Kong go." With such an almighty killer by her side, even an ignorant little girl could easily become a gang boss.
I'll do as you say, Velvet thought, and try an illogical method.
(End of this chapter)
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