Chapter 2492: Received Luo Fu

Watching Luo Fu enter the Pangu Hall, Qiang Liang trembled all over.

"Luo Fu, Sage, what fragrant breeze blew you to the Pangu Hall? Do come in." Qiang Liang spoke with forced calm.

"No need for such formality—I came merely to guide you." Luo Fu smiled.

"With nothing else to do, I wandered here before the great hall. I saw you're on the verge of breakthrough—if you don't seize it, stay and speak with me."

"Of course not in a hurry."

Qiang Liang looked at Luo Fu with excitement; he truly felt he was about to break through, but he couldn't swallow a giant fat man whole, so he could only cultivate steadily.

But with Luo Fu saying this, Qiang Liang's breakthrough was now certain.

Qiang Liang knew he had never been the strongest among the Twelve Ancestral Wus, nor even in the middle—he might well be at the bottom.

Yet he still worked hard, and it was precisely because of this diligence that he made up for his deficiencies.

Jiu Feng's talent surpassed Qiang Liang's; if Jiu Feng truly achieved great merit, the position among the Twelve Ancestral Wus would go to Jiu Feng—he wouldn't need to be a Great Wu.

It was precisely this growing sense of crisis that made Qiang Liang feel terrible.

Keeping Qiang Liang in the Pangu Hall served two purposes: one, someone must guard the Pangu Hall and command the rear; two, Qiang Liang's strength was insufficient to resist the demonic clans.

Qiang Liang had thought of all this, yet he knew it was no good thing.

With Luo Fu's words, he became even more resolute in his thoughts.

Luo Fu naturally saw through Qiang Liang's thoughts.

"No matter. Just relax. Qiang Liang, think about what you want to do, think about what you wish to become afterward—pour all that into your dantian!"

"I will aid your cultivation!"

Qiang Liang nodded and said: "Luo Fu, Sage, what if I can't relax, if I'm too tense?"

"Tension has its own method—tension isn't incapable of unblocking meridians. I have a good way. Just calm your mind; if you can't, then forget it."

Qiang Liang had indeed been very tense, but seeing Luo Fu's casual demeanor, he instantly felt at ease.

Indeed, Luo Fu had a way of making one feel as if bathed in spring breeze—Qiang Liang truly felt it.

"Hu."

After exhaling, Qiang Liang felt his entire body improve; instantly, all his cultivation base gathered from different meridians into his dantian.

Suddenly—crack! —a palm struck Qiang Liang's lower back; he felt his spine might snap, yet warmth slowly returned.

This warmth spread gradually from the meridians to every part of his body, finally converging in the dantian.

Suddenly, he felt the world spin—his entire body surged like erupting magma; he wanted to vent, to spew out this magma.

"Aaaahhh!"

These continuous screams overwhelmed Qiang Liang's body; he slowly leaned backward, and just as he was about to collapse, Luo Fu struck him again.

That palm on his back reactivated his already-unblocked meridians, directly channeling all remaining cultivation base into the dantian.

Qiang Liang felt his body was no longer his own—everything felt so strange.