Chapter 122: Creating a Technique from Scratch

Once everything was on the right track, time always passed very quickly.

Before they knew it, another seven days had passed.

In order to rebuild the tribe, every single person in the Mu He Tribe had their own responsibilities:

The men hunted and fished, the women cleared fields and sowed crops, and the children and teenagers built and improved structures within the tribe.

And with Feng Zi's deep involvement, people's lives were filled to a point that was almost excessive—

At dawn, everyone would arrive at the assembly point on time to carry out their daily cultivation and drills;

After lunch, tribe members who were not assigned duties, or those who had been responsible for night watch the previous day, would use their leisure time to continue cultivating.

And when night fell, the members would gather around the bonfire in the center of the tribe to learn about medicinal herbs and tribal rituals, and through this, learn the written language.

Unsurprisingly, the script they used... was that ancient script shaped like bird seals!

Originally, in Xia's planning, it was not necessary for everyone to learn this knowledge, let alone the written language:

According to the traditions of the Mu He Tribe, only the successor to the chieftain, as well as the apprentices of the priests and shamans, were required to learn this knowledge.

Others would decide for themselves whether they needed to learn based on their own needs.

But under Feng Zi's strong insistence, regardless of the tribe members' age or division of duties, everyone had to learn knowledge and the written language.

As a transmigrator, Feng Zi knew very well that the inheritance of knowledge and the written language was extremely important; their role in the inheritance and development of civilization was irreplaceable.

Therefore, even though this preparatory work in the early stages was troublesome and showed no results in the short term...

If he wanted to make the Mu He Tribe grow and flourish, these were all essential elements!

Under Feng Zi's strong insistence, even though the people in the tribe, including Xia, could not understand his words, everyone subconsciously followed his requirements:

They understood that the vision of Lord Cun Xin was more far-reaching than their own, and no matter how he arranged things, it was all for the benefit of the tribe's development.

Just like that, relying on his immense prestige within the Mu He Tribe, Feng Zi forcibly directed the main path of the tribe's development—

In the Mu He Tribe, hunting and farming, cultivation, and learning became the three core pillars that went hand in hand, and none could be neglected.

And with the help of this arrangement, Feng Zi also satisfied a little bit of his own selfish desire:

Every time night fell, he would also crowd around the bonfire to learn the relevant knowledge and the written language.

He understood that while others might be kept in the dark, he himself only possessed relatively stronger strength.

Regarding this world, this era, and even some basic common sense, he did not understand much either.

What's more, the Chongming Sword technique taught by Qian Lao recorded ancient characters from the primeval era, which also made Feng Zi always want to find an opportunity to learn them.

After all, although Qing Lin understood this script, he couldn't rely on Qing Lin every time he encountered it, could he?

Feng Zi had an inexplicable feeling in his heart; he always felt that the time he would linger in this era would not be short...

In the future, he would certainly not lack opportunities to deal with this kind of ancient script.

And because of this, taking advantage of this rare opportunity, he studied all kinds of knowledge with great hunger and thirst.

The priests and shamans who taught the knowledge also summoned their utmost energy when they saw Feng Zi arrive, fearing they might leave a bad impression on him.

Just like that, while learning various knowledge and overseeing the development of the Mu He Tribe, Feng Zi continued to study the Breathing Method that he kept thinking about.

After seven days of conceptualization and practice, Feng Zi already had a rough idea in his mind.

But from an idea to a fixed formula, there was still one final barrier missing.

In his view, it was a "flash of inspiration" that would be enough to make his eyes light up.

And he had been trapped in this distress for a full three days.

Facing this state of being so close yet unable to attain it, a pent-up frustration gradually accumulated in Feng Zi's heart.

Finally, he flipped off the roof and walked to the riverbank, subconsciously practicing his Fist Technique—

Before he knew it, using cultivation to relieve the bitterness in his heart had become an instinct for Feng Zi.

Qing Lin had naturally noticed this long ago; she just followed not far behind Feng Zi and did not take any action.

Seeing that the two of them looked as usual, the patrolling and guarding tribe members watched them helplessly.

"Being able to perceive the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, the Origin of both Martial Artists and cultivators is the dantian, so why is it impossible to connect the two? Where is the problem?"

While Feng Zi continued to ponder in his heart, he swung his fists under the bright moonlight.

His Fist Technique was no longer confined to any one set of techniques, but followed his true heart, with his fists moving according to his intent.

But his mind was clearly not on his fists; he was still concentrating fully on deducing the technique.

Yet no matter how Feng Zi deduced it, he could never arrive at the Breathing Method he wanted, as if...

The speed at which he absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was already the limit for his current self!

"How can this be?!" Feng Zi understood that the Breathing Method he was practicing still had room for improvement, and he had corresponding ideas.

But no matter how he deduced it, he could only reach this same idea, as if he had fallen into a dead loop.

Of course, he had another idea, which was to tear down his existing thoughts and start over.

However, this would mean that he would have to overturn his existing path of cultivation!

No matter what, Feng Zi could absolutely not accept this:

On one hand, denying his own path of cultivation was equivalent to denying himself as a Martial Artist and cultivator; he could not have such a thought no matter what.

On the other hand, Feng Zi's subconscious told him that his idea was not wrong, it was just... that he had overlooked certain premises.

But he had already thought of all this; what else could he have overlooked?

Resentment and anger welled up in his heart; Feng Zi could no longer suppress the fire in his heart, his dantian exerted force suddenly, and he threw a punch with all his might!

In an instant, under the traction of the dantian, the five viscera were moved together and exerted force in unison, pulling on the surging power within Feng Zi's body.

The next moment, an invisible fist wind roared out from his fist, sweeping across the wide surface of the Mu River—

On the calm river surface, a huge spray of water dozens of feet high was instantly stirred up!

Seeing this scene, the young men responsible for guarding and patrolling were all dumbfounded, and the tribe members who were about to fall asleep were also startled by this huge commotion.

But Feng Zi seemed unaware, only subconsciously looking at the fist he had thrown, his eyes flashing with excitement:

Just now, in that very punch, he finally understood what exactly he had been overlooking.

That's right, as the source of power, the efficiency with which the dantian itself can absorb the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth has its own limits.

But the problem is... it seems no one has ever required that a person's source of power can only exist as one, right?

Among the five viscera—the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys—which one cannot serve as a source of power? Why focus only on a single dantian?