Chapter 70: Walking Out One's Own Path

Feng Zi did not know what kind of transformation he had actually undergone.

After surviving the initial and most perilous juncture, he could clearly perceive that he had broken through to become a genuine Transformation Realm Martial Artist!

As a Martial Artist who was not formally trained and was "self-taught," Feng Zi was often not very knowledgeable about many key points of martial cultivation.

Many times, he relied on the talent of 【Diligence Makes Up for Lack of Talent】 to forcibly "blunder" through one difficulty after another on the path of cultivation.

And this was precisely the terrifying aspect of the 【Diligence Makes Up for Lack of Talent】 talent:

The so-called "one part effort for one part reward," in other words, meant that every bit of effort put in would certainly lead to the most perfect result!

Of course, as a Martial Artist, Feng Zi still knew the general direction of how to break through each major realm:

From Martial Artist to Martial Master, one must build a solid foundation for martial cultivation, which is "Broken Bone Rebirth";

From Martial Master to Transformation Realm, one must fully utilize every trace of Qi and Blood Power within the body, which is "Rebuilding Meridians";

As for Transformation Realm to Grandmaster, one must fully master the vast treasure house that is the "human body," which is "Forging Flesh and Blood"!

Feng Zi could clearly perceive that, as his meridians had undergone countless reshapes, he could now control every drop of blood in his body as easily as moving his own arm.

He understood that through the blood surging incessantly in his meridians, he could mobilize every trace of Qi and Blood Power within his body.

But for some reason... Feng Zi always felt that this was not right.

Or rather, he believed that the method of controlling Qi and Blood practiced in martial cultivation had flaws—

"Why must one mobilize Qi and Blood Power through the meridians? This method is not efficient and involves a certain degree of loss."

Feng Zi quickly clarified the pros and cons of this, murmuring to himself in his heart.

Since he had understood the problem, the next step was to think about and set about finding a solution.

Mobilizing Qi and Blood Power through the blood flowing in the meridians? Meridians... Qi and Blood...

He subconsciously pondered these two keywords, and a line of thought gradually emerged in his mind:

That was it, why didn't he channel the Qi and Blood Power he mastered into the meridians and seep it into the gaps between every drop of blood?

In this way, could he directly mobilize his own Qi and Blood Power and, with the help of its flow within the meridians, continuously strengthen every inch of his meridians?

Thinking of this, Feng Zi felt as if he had received a divine revelation, and his entire train of thought became completely clear.

Action speaks louder than words!

Feng Zi made a prompt decision, separated an insignificant wisp of the Qi and Blood Power he mastered, and slowly seeped it into his meridians.

Afterwards, he held it without releasing it, slowly channeling this wisp of Qi and Blood Power into his blood.

This small "experiment" failed many times, and the hardship involved was not something that could be told to outsiders.

He did not know how much time had passed, but finally, after a long period of attempts that even Feng Zi had almost given up on—

He had reshaped the way he refined and stored Qi and Blood Power through this insignificant wisp of Qi and Blood Power!

This sentence sounded very simple, but it involved re-clarifying and shaping the way of martial cultivation; the difficulties involved were truly too many, too many.

But fortunately, Feng Zi had finally stepped onto a brand-new path of cultivation.

Everything that followed was a matter of course:

With just a movement of his mind, Feng Zi channeled all the Qi and Blood Power he could master into his meridians, turning it into a "Qi" that ran parallel to his blood.

Looking inward at himself, feeling that nearly insignificant "Qi" within his body, Feng Zi only felt it was somewhat absurd:

That was the limit of the Qi and Blood Power he could master as a Peak Martial Master; now, it seemed so insignificant...

"Not enough, far from enough, I need more Qi and Blood Power!" he thought to himself.

It was as if in response to Feng Zi's request—

The next moment, those most pure Qi and Blood Powers stored in his body that he had previously been unable to refine were fully mobilized, becoming a part of his strength.

After that, how much time had actually passed? Feng Zi did not know.

Not until the last trace of pure Qi and Blood Power stored in his body was refined did Feng Zi exhale a breath of foul air and slowly open his eyes.

Hearing the movement of him waking up, Qing Lin, who was guarding at his side, immediately jumped over and asked with concern: "Feng Zi, how are you? Did everything go smoothly?"

Feng Zi wanted to get up, but found that his whole body was sticky and very uncomfortable.

Subconsciously looking down at his body, he found that he was covered in clumps of dried blood and filth.

It took him quite a bit of effort to finally adapt to the discomfort, and he struggled to sit up, responding with a smile:

"Everything went smoothly, everything went smoothly, and I even achieved results beyond expectations."

Hearing this explanation, Qing Lin, whose eyes were brimming with tears, finally let out a sigh of relief, hugged him, and whispered:

"That's good... You have been 'asleep' for seven whole days; I was so afraid you would never wake up."

Seven days had already passed? Hearing this, Feng Zi was startled at first, and then a sense of warmth could not help but rise in his heart.

But looking at Qing Lin who was hugging him, he was also a bit dumbfounded, feeling that it was awkward to hug back or not to hug back, so he had to helplessly scratch his head and say:

"Don't be like this, I am covered in blood from head to toe, be careful not to get your pretty face dirty."

"No problem, I don't mind you..." Hearing this, Qing Lin hugged him even tighter.

Since the other party had answered like that, Feng Zi could not use this excuse anymore, so he also stretched out his hands and took the other party into his arms:

"I'm fine, look—am I not more lively than before now?"

The other party had already guarded him for seven whole days; if he continued to be so coy, he would instead hurt his traveling companion's heart.

Forget it, at worst it was just a matter of washing a few more clothes; it was all a small matter, all a small matter.

Not until Qing Lin reluctantly let go of her hands was Feng Zi able to fully understand his own transformation:

Strength—it had undoubtedly improved significantly.

Feng Zi could clearly perceive that compared to when he was a Peak Martial Master, his strength now had increased dozens of times!

If he wanted to deal with the version of himself from seven days ago, it would likely be no more difficult than crushing an ant.

As for splitting stones and breaking wood? That would be nothing more than moving a finger.

The part that truly made him feel puzzled was:

The reason his own strength possessed such a massive boost, and even had a visible, extremely enormous room for improvement...

Was this ultimately due to the qualitative change brought about by breaking through to the Transformation Realm, or was it due to him improving his own cultivation method and walking a path that belonged to himself?

Regarding this, Feng Zi did not know, but he did not shy away from viewing this world with the greatest vigilance:

Then he would make an assumption, namely that Martial Artists who stepped into the Transformation Realm were all much stronger than himself.

Besides this, what made Feng Zi feel most pleasantly surprised was—

The current him no longer needed to deliberately circulate "Ten Thousand Li Travel," as it was enough to naturally and spontaneously suppress his own aura to that of an ordinary entry-level Martial Artist!

Of course, more detailed changes still required intuitive data to manifest.

Feng Zi sank his consciousness into the depths of his heart and called up that talent panel whose presence had already become very faint.