Chapter 194: Wild Man Mountain

"Why don't you take one and see how it works?" Meng Yifan said.

Jiang Hailong sat cross-legged, his five centers facing the sky, and swallowed a Condensing Qi Pill in one gulp.

Very quickly, the Condensing Qi Pill transformed into streams of warmth, flowing within Jiang Hailong's body.

Jiang Hailong was overjoyed; following the internal cultivation method of the Eight Extremities Fist, he calmed his breath and focused his mind to guide the warmth within his body, circulating it through his meridians in a full cycle.

Jiang Hailong had practiced the Eight Extremities Fist diligently since childhood; although he had not condensed True Qi due to the thinness of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, his years of training had left very few impurities in his meridians.

At this moment, the Condensing Qi Pill turned into warmth appearing in his meridians, just like sweet dew after a long drought, and his meridians became active, as if they were cheering and leaping for joy.

As the streams of warmth circulated through his meridians, they were rapidly absorbed and refined by Jiang Hailong, transforming into his own True Qi.

"Hum!" As the True Qi completed a full cycle through his meridians, Jiang Hailong's body vibrated and his muscles and bones resonated together; Meng Yifan could clearly feel that he had become a First Grade Lower Stage Martial Artist.

"Hoo!" Jiang Hailong slowly finished his cultivation, and a foot-long stream of white mist surged out from his mouth.

That white mist was like a sword, condensed and not dissipating, floating in mid-air for over ten seconds before slowly fading away, looking very miraculous.

Jiang Hailong was extremely excited and performed a set of Eight Extremities Fist in the room; with True Qi assisting his punches and kicks, the strikes were powerful, heavy, and fierce, causing the air to crack and vibrate.

The more Jiang Hailong fought, the more excited he became, and finally, unable to hold back, he covered his fist with True Qi and struck the wall.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, a large hole half a meter wide and long was punched directly through the blue brick wall, revealing the stunned Shawang Suxi and his two companions on the other side.

Shattered stones splashed everywhere, leaving the room in a mess, and some fragments even splattered onto Shawang Suxi and his two companions.

Shawang Suxi and his two companions thought Jiang Hailong was going to attack them; the two Muay Thai experts shielded Shawang Suxi behind them, took up boxing stances, and prepared to face Jiang Hailong.

Shawang Suxi, meanwhile, held a pomelo-sized clay jar, green light flickering in his eyes, ready to unleash the secret arts of a Descending Head Master at any moment.

Meng Yifan keenly sensed that the clay jar Shawang Suxi was holding, while looking unremarkable—like a pickle jar one could buy for a dozen yuan at a vegetable market—contained a large amount of chaotic Yin Attribute energy, which made Meng Yifan feel very uncomfortable.

Although Descending Head Masters are viewed by China's Immortal Cultivators as practitioners of crooked and evil paths, their ability to be passed down to this day meant they had their own unique aspects; that clay jar was likely a special Dharma Artifact of a Descending Head Master, possessing incredible power.

A great battle between the two sides was on the verge of breaking out, and Jiang Hailong, realizing he was in the wrong, hurriedly explained: "It's a misunderstanding! I just didn't hold back my strength while practicing my punches and punched a big hole in the wall."

Shawang Suxi ignored Jiang Hailong and instead stared at Meng Yifan with a grave expression; even if Jiang Hailong had cultivated True Qi, Shawang Suxi had ways to deal with him.

However, Meng Yifan, this mysterious and unfathomable Immortal Cultivator, made Shawang Suxi very wary; he did not want to go to war with Meng Yifan unless absolutely necessary, but if Meng Yifan took the initiative to provoke him, he would also let Meng Yifan know the power of a Descending Head Master.

Meng Yifan formed a seal with his right hand, Yin Spiritual Power gathering at his fingertips as if he were holding a cluster of dark clouds, and he said coldly: "Shawang Suxi, it was just a misunderstanding. My friend has already apologized; what else do you want? Do you really want to have a fight with us?"

After hesitating for a moment, Shawang Suxi decided that if they fought, he had no certainty of victory, so he said: "Since it is a misunderstanding, then it is fine. I hope there will be no more misunderstandings next time. The wall is broken and it cannot be lived in; I will go find the manager of Qinglong Villa to change rooms."

Shawang Suxi took the initiative to back down, and the tense, sword-drawn atmosphere between the two sides eased accordingly.

Meng Yifan and Shawang Suxi both went to find the Qinglong Villa manager to change rooms; although the manager was somewhat puzzled, he did not say much.

Qinglong Villa covered a vast area with many rooms, and soon servants led Meng Yifan, Shawang Suxi, and the others to different rooms.

This time, Shawang Suxi made a request, which was to stay further away from Meng Yifan and his companion; this was not a big problem, and the Qinglong Villa manager naturally satisfied this request.

In the new room, Jiang Hailong felt the True Qi circulating ceaselessly within his body, feeling as if he were in a beautiful dream; he had been unable to condense True Qi despite over a decade of bitter practice.

He never expected that one pill from Meng Yifan would allow him to condense True Qi so easily; for a martial artist, this was practically a gift of rebirth, and Jiang Hailong looked at Meng Yifan with gratitude, not knowing how to repay his great kindness.

"Yifan, thank you!" Jiang Hailong said sincerely; he knew that saying this seemed pale, weak, and meaningless, but without saying it, he did not know how to express his gratitude.

"Hailong, we are brothers of life and death, don't be so formal." Meng Yifan waved his hand casually; given Meng Yifan's status in the Great Wu Heavenly Dynasty, a bottle of Condensing Qi Pills was completely insignificant.

Jiang Hailong did not say any more words of gratitude, but instead hid this gratitude in his heart, intending to repay Meng Yifan's kindness if there was an opportunity in the future.

At night, Meng Yifan and Jiang Hailong were both sitting cross-legged in meditation, moving their True Qi to circulate through their meridians in full cycles.

By eleven o'clock at night, both of them slowly finished their cultivation and went to sleep; they had to explore the Ancient Tomb tomorrow, so they had to keep their spirits up to deal with any potential crises.

At ten o'clock the next morning, Meng Yifan, Jiang Hailong, Shawang Suxi, a Muay Thai expert, Oyama Masutatsu, and Abe Seimei followed Guishou, who wore a bronze mask, toward the center of Qinglong Villa, where a helicopter was parked.

The helicopter's twin rotors were spinning at high speed, causing dust to fly all around it, and the noise was deafening; Guishou led Meng Yifan and the others to board, and then the helicopter took off rapidly, flying toward the south at a speed of nearly 250 km/h.

Facing the strong wind, Meng Yifan looked at the cities and forests rapidly shrinking beneath his feet, feeling that although Earth had entered the End of Dharma Era and Immortal Cultivators could no longer continue their cultivation, technology had ushered in an explosive development; in just a few decades, Earth had undergone earth-shaking changes.

Only a Fourth-grade Cultivator could fly on a sword, yet Earthlings, even an ordinary person, could spend a few hundred yuan to sit on a plane and soar through the sky above the white clouds.

Immortal Cultivators had thousand-mile sound transmission talismans, but they were expensive to make and ordinary people could not afford them; yet on Earth, smartphones had long since entered the homes of ordinary people, and even two people separated by an ocean could video chat.

In outer space, human satellites orbited the Earth, providing guidance for long-range missiles, allowing for precision strikes on targets even tens of thousands of meters away.

Manned spaceflight allowed ordinary people to survive in outer space; these achievements were difficult even for the Immortal Cultivators of the Great Wu Heavenly Dynasty to accomplish.

Yet, the physically weak Earthlings had truly achieved this with the power of technology.

Meng Yifan had been a mercenary for over a decade and was well aware of the immense power of technology, but he was now also a Martial Artist and an Immortal Cultivator; as his strength continued to improve, his body also continued to evolve, becoming increasingly formidable.

The power of technology pursued external forces while neglecting the body, whereas Immortal Cultivators and Martial Artists cultivated to tap into their own potential and make themselves evolve; these were two completely different paths, and perhaps if developed to the extreme, the two paths would reach the same destination and merge into one.

"Yifan, we have already left the country; we are now in the Wild Man Mountain in northern Myanmar. When the Expeditionary Army retreated back then, they walked through here, and over thirty thousand soldiers died in this primeval forest," Jiang Hailong said.

Meng Yifan looked down and saw that the forest was like a sea, with tall trees blocking the sky; the dense canopy was layered and overlapping, like a natural barrier that isolated the area from outside prying eyes.

In the Burmese language, Wild Man Mountain meant the place where the devil lives, which showed just how dangerous this forest was.

"Could it be that the Immortal Cultivator's tomb is in the Wild Man Mountain?" Meng Yifan thought thoughtfully; this primeval forest was filled with mosquitoes, poisonous snakes, leeches, miasma, jackals, and fierce beasts, making it very unsuitable for human survival.

However, in the eyes of an Immortal Cultivator, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi here was relatively denser, barely enough for an Immortal Cultivator to linger on and maintain their realm without regressing.

It was a decent choice for an Immortal Cultivator to build their cave dwelling and tomb here.