Chapter 567

"Or is the Qi Body Source Flow, one of the Eight Marvelous Techniques, known as 'the End of Techniques,' right now within you?"

Zhang Jie regarded Zhang Chulan with keen interest and asked.

Zhang Chulan felt extremely uneasy under Zhang Jie’s palpable gaze, as if he were naked, every inch of him laid bare.

He felt utterly exposed before Zhang Jie, from inside out, seen completely.

But thinking of his grandfather’s death, he clenched his teeth and said:

"Brother Jie, I don’t know if this is the Qi Body Source Flow, but I’m still willing to trade it for your help."

'The Qi Body Source Flow is about to be mine!'

Zhang Jie’s heart leapt with joy, yet his expression showed not the slightest change:

"Then show it to me."

"Alright."

Zhang Chulan agreed at once.

He trusted Zhang Jie’s character—he wouldn’t take the artifact and break his promise.

After all, if Zhang Jie had meant him harm, all he needed to do was ignore his cries for help when Lu Liang and Xia He kidnapped him.

Then today, he wouldn’t have gone to see his grandfather Zhang Xilin—

He’d already be a drooling idiot, babbling “Aba, aba,” shipped off to the Z City Mental Sanatorium.

"Baobao, Baobao, pass the Old Farmer’s Art to Brother Jie."

Zhang Chulan turned to call out to Feng Baobao, who sat cross-legged in a corner of the living room, silently staring blankly,

her eyes fixed on the silver moon in the sky, lost in thought.

"Hmm."

Summoned, Feng Baobao turned her gaze back, her voice flat and dull as she murmured.

"Huh?"

To match his persona, Zhang Jie subtly displayed a look of confusion.

After all, by normal logic, Zhang Chulan—or anything from his family—how could it be in Feng Baobao’s possession?

"Uh, Brother Jie, it’s like this: Baobao wasn’t the last person Grandpa saw, right?

He entrusted her with something, saying that if I kept living as an ordinary person, I shouldn’t receive it.

But if I re-entered the cultivator world, she was to pass it on to me.

Last night, during Baobao’s K… uh, training session, she passed it to me.

But since my cultivation level is too low, I can’t transmit it to others—I had to have Baobao do it for me."

Zhang Chulan explained softly, sensing Zhang Jie’s confusion.

But because my cultivation is insufficient, I cannot transmit it to others; I can only have Bao’er sister do it for me.

Zhang Jie nodded as if understanding.

Then he turned to Feng Baobao as she approached: "Baobao, did Grandpa Zhang entrust you to pass on the Qi Body Source Flow to Chulan?"

"I don’t know."

Feng Baobao shook her head slightly: "Zhang Xilin gave me a cluster of Qi but never told me its name.

I felt practicing this art was like an old farmer planting seeds in his dantian—

no need to force the Qi circulation, just gently nurture it, let it grow naturally.

So I called it the Old Farmer’s Art."

"Good… good down-to-earth name."

Zhang Jie felt his cheek muscles twitch.

But only Baobao could come up with a name like that.

"Zhang Chulan, are you certain you want to pass the Old Farmer’s Art to Ajie?"

Feng Baobao confirmed again with Zhang Chulan.

"Mm!" Zhang Chulan nodded firmly.

Compared to the truth behind his grandfather’s hidden identity, a single technique meant nothing.

"Alright."

Feng Baobao gave a slight nod.

The Old Farmer’s Art originated from Zhang Chulan’s grandfather—he had full authority over it, to pass it to whomever he chose.

"Ajie, I’ll transmit the Old Farmer’s Art to you now."

Feng Baobao stepped before Zhang Jie, pressing her forehead against his.

Feeling her smooth, warm forehead, Zhang Jie felt no flicker of desire—only stilled his mind.

Since true Qi dissipates quickly after leaving the body, Feng Baobao had no choice but to use this close-contact method.

She’d used the same method when transmitting it to Zhang Chulan.

A white-glowing true Qi emerged from Feng Baobao’s forehead,

passed through Zhang Jie’s forehead, and entered his body.

"That’s it. The rest, you’ll have to figure out on your own."

Feng Baobao stepped aside calmly after completing the transmission.

A stream of milky-white luminescent true qi emerged from Feng Baobao’s forehead,

Zhang Jie nodded slightly, then closed his eyes and focused inward.

In that moment, his body became a miniature world,

his awareness like the sun hanging high above, observing every detail within.

The true Qi, upon entering, moved with uncanny intelligence down his wide, smooth meridians,

finally halting in a vast ocean churning with massive waves,

where a tiny planet, etched with mysterious patterns, spun silently.

This was Zhang Jie’s lower dantian.

Upon reaching the lower dantian, the Qi seed didn’t pause—it rushed toward the ocean’s center.

But Zhang Jie’s lower dantian was too vast, like an alien space within his body.

Though the seed moved swiftly, reaching the center still took considerable time.

Eventually, its speed slowed, its size shrank—it was nearly depleted.

Zhang Jie willed a wave of "seawater" to splash over it.

The Qi seed instantly surged like it had swallowed a supreme tonic, accelerating several-fold.

Although the qi seed moves at a decent speed, reaching the center still takes considerable time.

Reaching the center of the lower dantian, the Qi seed plunged into the ocean.

Zhang Jie watched silently, deeply intrigued.

He felt his own Qi slowly draining but made no move to stop it.

*Splash! Splash!*

Suddenly, the ocean erupted into towering waves, and a colossal… lotus bloomed from within.

The Qi seed from Feng Baobao had grown a lotus within Zhang Jie’s dantian!

"The Old Farmer’s Art—so it truly is the Qi Body Source Flow," Zhang Jie marveled.

Planting a seed and watching it grow, bloom, bear fruit, and finally be harvested—

wasn’t that exactly the cycle of an old farmer in his field?

The lotus leaves overshadowed the sky, emerald green as jade, carved from the finest jadeite,

yet Zhang Jie didn’t spare them a glance—he focused entirely on the bud nestled among the petals.

Planting one such seed, then quietly watching it grow, bloom, and bear fruit,

Fed by Zhang Jie’s boundless, ceaseless Qi, the bud blossomed.

Inside was not the usual lotus pod or seeds, but a… baby.

A plump, rosy-cheeked infant, clearly the kind that would make grandparents overjoyed.

Zhang Jie stared at the infant and felt an eerie familiarity—as if he’d seen it before.

Then, after a moment’s thought, he realized why—

This was himself as a child!

Yes, though Zhang Jie had been reincarnated and only recently awakened to the mystery of his prenatal state,

merging his past and present lives, he had no memories of early childhood, like any ordinary infant.

But wasn’t there a 20th-century invention that preserved past appearances?

Through countless photos taken by his parents, Zhang Jie knew his childhood self intimately.

"The Nascent Soul—so the Old Farmer’s Art truly is the Qi Body Source Flow!"

Zhang Jie now confirmed without doubt: the unnamed art Zhang Huaiyi had given Feng Baobao

was none other than the Qi Body Source Flow, one of the Eight Marvelous Techniques, called "the End of Techniques."

Through the many photos taken by his parents, Zhang Jie was no stranger to his younger self.

“Qi Infant—so the Old Farmer’s Art really is Qi Body Source Flow!”

Zhang Jie immediately confirmed that the unnamed art Zhang Huaiyi had passed to Feng Baobao

was one of the Eight Marvels, known as “Qi Body Source Flow,” the ultimate art of technique.

One of the most obvious features of Qi Body Source Flow is the ability to cultivate a Qi Nascent Soul.