"This is RPG shrapnel," Iron Tower said, pointing to a gruesome scar on his left rib. "The medic said it was only two centimeters from my heart."
"This is a sniper bullet." He pointed to his right shoulder socket, "It's stuck in the bone."
\"here it is......\"
"Shut up." Han Feng interrupted his report. "I didn't come here to hear you brag about your scars."
Iron Tower fell silent, watching Han Feng hover his hands above his abdomen. The familiar white light shone again, but this time it was noticeably more solid, flowing between the two like a liquid galaxy.
"It might hurt more than a venomous snake," Han Feng warned. "You have too many hidden ailments in your body."
The tower waved dismissively: "Small field—ow!!"
The moment the power of the stars touched the first acupoint, the iron tower screamed in agony. The metal fragment buried for many years trembled violently within the muscle tissue like a red-hot branding iron.
"Bear with it!" Fine beads of sweat appeared on Han Feng's forehead. He hadn't expected that the hidden ailment in the Iron Tower's body would react so violently under the warmth of the star power, making it more than ten times more troublesome than the venomous snake's condition.
The energy flow struggled to advance through the iron tower's meridians, bursting into small energy turbulence at each metal obstacle it encountered.
Han Feng had to divert some of his mental energy to build a protective barrier to prevent his internal organs from being affected.
One of the two grown men was in so much pain that his veins were bulging, while the other was so exhausted that his face was pale. The training room was filled with heavy breathing and suppressed groans.
"Seventh location..." Han Feng's voice was hoarse, and his right little finger twitched involuntarily. Fifty minutes had passed, and the laying of the star track was finally nearing completion. The Iron Tower's structure was special; its meridians were thicker and more twisted than those of ordinary people, like a long-neglected sewer that needed to be cleared before the star track could be constructed.
When the energy finally reached the Xinshu acupoint, a sudden change occurred. Iron Tower's chest heaved violently, and a piece of shrapnel that Han Feng hadn't detected before surfaced from deep within his heart muscle. Clearly, there was a hidden ailment that even Iron Tower had forgotten about.
"Damn it!" Han Feng cursed, and used the same trick again to carefully extract the fragment by manipulating the power of the stars.
The others tensed up at the sight, but then Iron Tower suddenly stretched out his large, fan-like hand and grabbed Han Feng's shoulder tightly: "Captain...keep going...I can do it..."
Han Feng gritted his teeth and nodded, pouring in all the remaining stellar power he had stored. The two energies collided at the heart of the iron tower, and the resulting shockwave shattered all the glassware. Just when Yu Die thought someone was about to die, the red light was suddenly swallowed by the blue light, turning into a wisp of green smoke that drifted out from the mouth of the iron tower.
"Cough cough..." Eiffel Tower coughed violently a few times, then suddenly his eyes widened. "No...it doesn't hurt anymore?"
He touched his chest in disbelief—the lingering pain that had plagued him for twenty years had vanished without a trace. Even more miraculously, other old wounds began to itch, a sign of tissue regeneration.
Han Feng slumped to the ground, unable to even lift a finger: "Next... two hours later..."
---This is the dividing line---
\"Next.\"
Han Feng's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping. He had almost exhausted all his stellar energy by continuously opening the meridians of Iron Tower, Chen Feng, and Night Owl. At this moment, the stray hairs on his forehead were soaked with sweat, and a large patch of his combat uniform was wet, clinging tightly to his skin.
Chen Feng stretched his newly grown arm joints, his eyes gleaming with surprise: "Boss, I feel like I could punch through a steel plate!"
"Go take a shower first." Han Feng pointed to the black, sticky substance seeping from Chen Feng's arm. "Unless you want to train smelling terrible."
Night Owl couldn't wait any longer and rushed to the shower room. This usually calm sniper was unusually flustered, tearing off his t-shirt, which reeked of sourness, as he ran. Iron Tower scratched his head sheepishly and followed him out of the training room.
Now, only Han Feng and Yu Die remain in the room.
The air suddenly became tense. Han Feng cleared his throat, his gaze unconsciously drifting to the corner of the wall: "Are you... ready?"
Yu Die didn't answer, but simply raised her hand and took off her tactical jacket. The black tank top clung to her slender yet powerfully muscular body, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white back. She turned and sat cross-legged, her long hair casually swept to one side: "Come on."
Han Feng's Adam's apple bobbed. He had witnessed countless bloody scenes and faced the most ferocious enemies, yet at this moment he felt a rare sense of tension. Taking a deep breath, he knelt behind Yu Die, his hands hovering in mid-air, hesitant to lower them.
"Is the captain shy?" Yu Die suddenly turned around, her eyes flashing with a sly light.
A few suppressed chuckles drifted from a corner of the training room—it turned out Chen Feng and his friends hadn't gone far at all, but were peeking from outside the door. Han Feng's ears burned, and he snapped, "Go take a shower!"
The footsteps scattered in an instant.
"Relax." Han Feng finally placed his palm on Yu Die's back; the touch was warmer than he had expected. "Don't resist my energy."
The moment the power of the stars surged into Yu Die's body, Han Feng's eyes widened in surprise—unlike the blocked and twisted meridians of the previous three, Yu Die's meridians were like a meticulously designed highway, wide and unobstructed. The energy flowed within them at almost three times the speed of an iron tower!
"You..." Han Feng couldn't help but ask, "Do you feel any changes?"
Yu Die shook her head slightly, her back muscles trembling gently under Han Feng's palm: "It's just that my body has been more sensitive since I was little, and I can feel the flow of qi."
Han Feng seemed lost in thought. Yu Die's physique might be naturally suited for cultivation, but she lacked proper guidance. He concentrated, manipulating the power of the stars to advance along a specific path. There were no obstacles, no pain; the entire process was unbelievably smooth.
Twenty minutes later, as the final segment of the star trail closed at Yu Die's dantian, an extraordinary phenomenon occurred. Yu Die's entire body suddenly glowed with a milky white light, as if a galaxy flowed beneath her skin. She tilted her head back, let out a soft sigh, and her slender neck formed a graceful arc.
"It feels...so strange." Yu Die looked down at her glowing palms, "It's like a veil that's been covering me has been lifted."
Han Feng withdrew his hand, nodding wearily but with satisfaction: "You have great talent; you'll improve very quickly in the future."
Yu Die turned around and suddenly grabbed Han Feng's wrist: "Captain, thank you." Her eyes were brighter than ever before. "Since I was little, I could 'see' the flow of energy within other people, but my own was always blurry. Now..." She spread her fingers, and a wisp of milky-white energy danced at her fingertips. "For the first time, I can see myself clearly."
Han Feng was stunned. This ability to directly observe energy was extremely rare, even among ancient martial arts families. The value of the Rain Butterfly might far exceed everyone's imagination.
"Go wash up." He simply withdrew his hand slightly. "Meet again in half an hour to test your new abilities."
After Yu Die left, Han Feng collapsed to the ground, staring at the ceiling. He had pushed himself to the limit, having opened the meridians of four people in succession. But the results were remarkable—this team would become the sharpest sword in his hand.
A chorus of gasps erupted from the shower. Iron Tower's booming voice pierced the walls: "Where's my scar? How come the gunshot wound from twenty years ago is gone?!"
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