Chapter 409: Finger-Flick Divine Art!

The opening of the meridians came unexpectedly.

Constructing the meridians requires both strong spiritual will and thick blood qi—neither can be absent.

Usually, one meridian must be fully filled before carving the next.

The Chong Meridian, which pierces the Three Dantians, is the foremost major meridian; it carved a reservoir far deeper than any other—by Liang Qu's own measure, his blood qi was far from thick…

Could it be that I am naturally gifted?

I once heard that those with exceptionally strong spiritual power may advance first, impose their will, and condense the meridians!

The River Lord favors me, doubling my innate talent, and I've consumed treasure fish like the Golden Bell Fish to strengthen my spirit and soul.

All these factors combined, Liang Qu guessed he had very likely reached this extraordinary level.

So it's true—I am naturally gifted!

The sensation of meridians opening is hard-won.

Liang Qu set down half a snake gallbladder, grabbed a teacup from the table to rinse his mouth and ease the bitterness, then spat thick green fluid into the spittoon.

Yet no matter how much of the Mao Feng tea he rinsed away, the bitter fluid kept surging up from his throat.

He grabbed the seasonal loquats on the table and shoved them into his mouth.

Two strings in a row.

Tasteless.

His sense of taste had vanished entirely; he spat his tongue out before the bronze mirror—it was dyed entirely jet-black by bile.

Bitter.

Truly bitter.

This was the first time he'd ever suffered so much eating treasure ingredients.

Liang Qu spat out two mouthfuls of saliva, swallowed repeatedly, and after half a cup of tea had passed, the nausea subsided, the drooling stopped, and his mind calmed.

"Huh~"

Wiping the moisture from his lips, Liang Qu drew a deep breath, closed his eyes, followed the feeling within, and activated his cultivation technique.

His entire body grew warm.

The medicinal power from half the snake gallbladder was extraordinarily potent; blood qi surged forth in waves from within, gathered at the acupoints, cleansed through the Chong Meridian, and grew ever purer as it flowed.

These should have been distributed to the limbs and organs, nurturing the whole body and gradually raising its physical limits—but now they were intercepted, used first to open the meridians.

Hōng~

Having once condensed a meridian before, Liang Qu handled this with ease; he guided the vast, purified blood qi through the Jiaji Pass, then used this acupoint as a central pivot, slowly extending and twisting it deep into both arms.

The Second Meridian sought in the "Wan Sheng Bao Yuan" and the "Dragon Subduing, Tiger Taming Golden Skill" is a single arm meridian passing through the Jiaji Pass and running the length of both arms!

The Arm Meridian is robust; those who fully connect it gain explosive strength and greatly enhanced arm power.

Those who wield blades, grapple, or use fists and feet all favor this meridian.

If condensing the Chong Meridian raises one's power relatively, through internal skill,

then the Arm Meridian is the absolute manifestation of martial skill, achieving remarkable results through fierce external power.

Will fully imposed, blood qi coalesced into dense knots, gradually turning silver-white, flowing ceaselessly.

Geese leave traces.

Wind leaves sound.

A faint meridian trace slowly emerged from within both arms.

Methodical and orderly.

"The robust Arm Meridian—today it shall be complete!"

That night.

Liang Qu sat centered, five points toward heaven, utterly motionless.

Only when the horizon flushed purple and roosters crowed did he open his eyes and exhale a long, white breath.

Its shape straight as a sword, it shot several feet forward, solid and unbroken, making the window paper bulge.

"Was it really that simple?"

Liang Qu opened his eyes, disbelieving.

He turned his inner gaze inward.

A dazzling silver-white glow.

After prolonged breathing and circulation, massive spiritual energy spent, all blood qi between his arms had condensed into a single silver meridian!

Blood qi surged forth, weaving silver hues!

"Easier than I imagined…"

Condensing a meridian means building a self-circulating upper structure atop the body's existing circulation; one misstep and the upper structure collapses—internal injury is minor, but destroying one's foundation is catastrophic.

Yet the Arm Meridian condensed with almost no difficulty—step by step, and when time came, it simply appeared!

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But remembering he had first condensed the Chong Meridian, Liang Qu felt reassured.

Moving from the tangible to the intangible is no castle in the air; building meridians as bridges, excluding heretical paths, generally requires passing through the Nine Galloping Acupoints.

Using one's own nine acupoints as hubs, establishing pillars and anchors, ensures the meridians won't twist or collapse, making future bridges far more stable.

"Ordinary martial artists rarely begin with major meridians like the Chong Meridian, which pierces three acupoints at once; they start with minor meridians, such as first linking the Weilu Pass to form the Foot Meridian."

"Ordinary martial artists begin with the easy and progress to the hard, seeking stability."

"Talented martial artists prefer the hard to the easy, seeking efficiency."

"The creators of superior techniques, as geniuses, naturally consider efficiency—and the foundational tone of their transmitted techniques is usually set high."

"What suits you is best."

Liang Qu gained further insight.

He raised his arms.

To the naked eye, his arms showed no change—but that sensation of fullness and warmth was unmistakable.

Clenching his five fingers, boundless power surged.

Compared to the restrained and purified Chong Meridian, the Arm Meridian was far more flamboyant.

He curled his finger and flicked lightly—a visible crescent-shaped qi blast shot from his fingertip, slow yet swift, striking the floor tile and carving a depression several inches deep, stirring up faint dust.

Silent and unseen.

He had used no martial art—only pure fingertip strength—to launch a qi blast!

A strike capable of shattering brick and stone, if aimed at a human skull, would surely burst the brain!

Every movement could injure.

More than twenty years of martial training by a Fourth-Stage martial artist couldn't match it!

Activating true qi, fine threads of blue light rippled from every pore.

Liang Qu curled his finger again—far more astonishing power surged, his aura thick and terrifying.

In a single thought, combined with true qi, such a simple flick could kill any martial artist below the Third Stage!

Even a Fourth-Stage martial artist fully focused would suffer grave injury!

Think of Chen Jie and Li Li Libo—they still lingered at the Second Stage.

Just last year we were all standing post in the same martial hall; now I can kill them with a flick from afar…

Cough, cough.

If a flick is this powerful, what about a punch?

Unhuman!

Liang Qu reined in his aura; the blue glow on his arms faded, and he felt immense satisfaction.

…

The morning breeze was crisp, warm sunlight streamed in from beyond the wall, soft and gentle.

Liang Qu stood in the courtyard, wielding Dragon Fubo; his body, wrapped in Long Dragon Lingxiao, glowed like forged iron, pulsing with refined light.

Every muscle, tendon, skin, and membrane trembled, supple and alive; his whole body felt warm, as if immersed in a hot spring.

Shuā~

Dragon Fubo became a blur; its spear blade tore through the air with a low dragon's roar, forcing insects and worms in the soil to flee deeper underground.

After familiarizing himself with it.

Liang Qu opened and closed his fingers, unleashing blood qi like a dragon swimming through water, surging powerfully.

The black-gold spear blade shimmered with sharp light, slicing through the air, faintly forming the shape of a coiled green dragon—its whiskers, horns, and scales vividly detailed.

The Seven Kill Patterns combined could form a dragon's head!

The boss of the Shahe Gang, Cheng Chong, was no longer a match for him even for a single blow!

Dragon Fubo tapped lightly; the great dragon, like a painter's final dot, surged with the spear.

Liang Qu controlled Dragon Fubo, holding back its power—if the dragon's path swept through, the entire courtyard would be reduced to ruins.

For half a month since arriving in Xiangyi County, he had refused to stay at inns, choosing instead the private courtyard arranged by the Zhang family.

Though a single house wasn't worth much, there was no need to go to such lengths.

Long after.

The green dragon dissolved on its own, turning into a gentle breeze brushing his face.

The sun rose over the wall, bathing the entire courtyard in light.

"At the Wolf Smoke Realm, the difference is extraordinary—what would it be like when all thirty-six meridians are complete and three bridges are built?"

Liang Qu stretched his limbs, unable to resist daydreaming.

If all thirty-six meridians converge, the appearance time of Zeling Zerong will be greatly extended.

On land, it's nothing special, but in water, he's unmatched beneath a Great Monster!

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