Chapter 69: Repairing Meridians, Cultivating Spiritual Sprouts That Live Ten Thousand Years

The Kunxu Ding suddenly began to violently tremble, its patterns undulating like fish scales.

Chaotic!

The great ding rings out!

The greatest sound is silent; stillness has no form.

Ripples like water surfaced again in empty space; the entire ding shimmered with ancient, chaotic qi, countless Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches intertwined with mysterious seal script to form intricate, arcane patterns.

Finally, it became text!

【Acquisition successful. Master of the Ding, please collect.】

【Collected!】

“Ding!”

The great ding trembles!

Yu Ke eagerly watched two brilliant threads of qi exhale from the ding, slowly flowing into his body.

“Woxuan Mother Qi?”

“There are two strands!”

Yu Ke was stunned and delighted—this came out of nowhere.

Could killing the Emperor grant such fortune?

Last time, one strand of Woxuan Mother Qi healed his acupoints; with two now, could they restore his meridians?

Acupoints + meridians = cultivation possible!

I want to cultivate immortality.

As the two strands of Woxuan Mother Qi gradually merged into his body.

Upon contact!

They transformed into two warm flows, like gentle streams coursing through his entire body, filling him with warmth.

Like drinking crushed ice in midsummer, or soaking in a hot spring in winter.

Again, that familiar feeling, that familiar formula.

A wave of drowsiness washed over Yu Ke; his consciousness grew dim.

A sensation of profound comfort spread through his body, as if delicate hands were slowly massaging every inch of him.

Yu Ke suddenly recalled a place from his past life.

“How many were you again? Number 88.”

He could no longer hold on; he collapsed onto the bed.

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The next day.

Four great suns rose as usual in the sky.

Yu Ke rubbed his eyes and slowly awoke from the bed.

First thing!

With excitement and anticipation, Yu Ke sat upright, closed his eyes, and began to inwardly observe his body.

Focusing his spirit, he inwardly surveyed his form.

He sank his awareness into every corner of his body, carefully examining his meridians, acupoints, and dantian.

As he gazed, the internal landscape of his body gradually sharpened.

Seven hundred and twenty major acupoints distributed along the Ren and Du meridians and the twelve regular meridians.

Around fifty-two single acupoints, three hundred nine paired acupoints, and fifty extraordinary acupoints—totaling seven hundred and twenty.

But in this world’s humans, one extra acupoint appeared above the Niwan Palace.

“Shentian Acupoint!”

Only visible after Foundation Establishment; once opened, it grants sharp hearing and clear sight—the most vital acupoint for cultivators.

It is the foremost of the seven hundred and twenty.

Now, in Yu Ke’s sight, all seven hundred and twenty acupoints glowed with crystalline jade light, like mountains nourished by spiritual energy.

Yu Ke was quite satisfied.

But!

When Yu Ke’s awareness shifted to his meridians, the sight he saw.

Yu Ke’s face darkened.

“Still the same!”

The meridians, which should have flowed smoothly and teemed with vitality, now appeared dull and lifeless; some sections showed breaks and blockages.

These breaks and blockages severely hindered the flow of spiritual energy, filling Yu Ke with an indescribable heaviness.

His meridians remained shattered, with numerous small blood clots clogging them—like blood clots from his past life; if blocked, the consequences would be catastrophic.

Worse still, some meridians had begun to “reroute.”

Though these reroutings currently caused no major harm, prolonged neglect might render him a cripple—or even kill him outright.

Thinking of this, Yu Ke felt a chill of dread.

These past days, he dared not practice because he feared the broken and blocked meridians would worsen.

Most importantly!

Blocked meridians mean no cultivation.

If this continued, he might lose the ability to cultivate forever.

That was the most terrifying prospect!

Yu Ke was puzzled again.

“Wait—did my Woxuan Mother Qi vanish?”

At that moment!

Yet, two warm flows suddenly arose in his lower dantian, like two lively, shimmering little fish swimming.

Emitting warm, gentle energy.

One warm flow, like a silver stream, traveled through the Zhong Huang Ting and Huangjin Palace, then surged upward, piercing through the Huang Ting barrier, advancing relentlessly. (Along the acupoints of the spine.)

Each impact sent a faint vibration through Yu Ke’s body, bringing a thread of vitality.

The other warm flow resembled a golden thread, winding through Huiyin, Weilu, Zhongshu, Guanyuan, Baihui, Mingmen, Qihai, Zhongshu, Shendao, and Zhongfu acupoints, finally converging upward toward the upper dantian.

Its path was more convoluted—it passed through the most critical points of body breakthroughs.

Wherever these two warm flows passed, they gradually unblocked six meridians: the Hand Taiyin Lung, Foot Taiyin Spleen, Hand Shaoyin Heart, and others.

The once dull meridians, nourished by the warm flows, gradually regained vitality, glowing brighter.

Yu Ke sensed the changes within his body; his eyes instantly burned with heat.

These two warm flows were the Woxuan Mother Qi he had acquired!

As the Woxuan Mother Qi flowed, crimson, velvety filaments were swallowed or expelled through his pores by the “spiritual fish.”

These crimson filaments were the stagnant blood and waste accumulated in Yu Ke’s body.

Under the effect of the Woxuan Mother Qi.

Blood clots within Yu Ke were gradually cleansed; the broken meridians were quietly repaired.

Deep in the dantian, spiritual energy surged like a spring, circulating endlessly along the newly opened pathways traced by the two spiritual fish.

As spiritual energy regenerated, Yu Ke’s meridians gradually became crystal-clear, as if purified.

Yet, this purity came with unbearable heat.

His face flushed crimson, sweat poured like a waterfall, soaking his hair, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead.

Yu Ke stripped off his top shirt, revealing the lean, hardened physique forged by years of cultivation.

But even so!

He still felt waves of heat rolling over him; his skin felt as if in a scorching oven, reddened almost to the point of bleeding.

Spiritual energy surged through his meridians; his body felt like an overinflated balloon, unable to release the excess energy, leaving him in agony.

Yu Ke was frantic—he feared he would explode from the strain, reduced to a pile of shredded flesh.

“What do I do!”

He strained to recall his former self’s cultivation knowledge.

“Absorbing qi into the body—that’s how cultivation works in this world.”

“What’s the Shenshao Sect’s technique?”

Yu Ke frantically remembered.

“Yang Tian Gui Zhi!”

Though the name sounded crude—first hearing it, you’d think it was about farming.

But it was the very foundation of the Shenshao Sect; only disciples who swore vows before the Ancestral Hall were granted access to it.

The Shenshao Sect had weathered storms for ten thousand years without decline; this immortal scripture had been passed down for countless ages.

It was not merely the sect’s symbol, but universally recognized in the cultivation world as an immortal classic—even the inner disciples of the sect used it as their foundational scripture.

The name of this treasure was personally chosen by the sect’s founding ancestor and had never changed in a thousand years.

Opening its first pages, you would see two lines of poetry:

“My home grows its own field.”

"A spiritual sprout can live for ten thousand years."

These two lines encapsulate the Ancestor’s unique understanding of the cultivation path; he believed cultivation was like farming.

The human body itself contains arable land; no external search is needed.

The field within the body can nourish life and grant immortality.

The source of sustaining life is the path to immortality.

Let me teach you all how to cultivate, ha ha!

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(End of Chapter)