Chapter 96: Ten Thousand Jin of Strength, Tongmai Realm Perfection!

Sink the Qi into the dantian, hold the One in your embrace.

All Qi and Blood surged out from the dantian, merging into the limbs and bones.

Chen Mo's physical foundation was being further strengthened; his meridians, already incomparably wide and tough, were now undergoing a new round of Mortal Transformation.

Nowadays, even a cultivation seed with all meridians cleared—one in a million—would inevitably be inferior to him in terms of talent.

Aside from the meridians, more Blood Qi merged into the internal organs, bones, flesh, and fascia.

Chen Mo sat in the room, his Qi and Blood surging and vibrating like wolf smoke.

The effect of this Mortal Transformation was far stronger than imagined, or rather, his physical body seemed to have reached a certain bottleneck and was now breaking through it to enter a new realm.

The Qi and Blood condensed like lead, surging within the body and capable of gathering and transmitting more power.

His bones were snow-white, resembling warm, soft jade, crystalline and translucent.

His entire body's fascia and muscles underwent transformation after transformation, flowing with a faint golden radiance, sufficient to carry and unleash more power.

Every time his internal organs functioned, it was like a roar within his body.

Chen Mo remembered clearly that the Five Elements Essence Cultivation Art recorded that when an Inner Family Martial Artist cultivated to the extreme, the functioning of the internal organs would emit the Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound.

This is a manifestation of Inner Family Kung Fu reaching an extremely high realm.

But Chen Mo was not certain which realm of Martial Artist could achieve this.

However, Chen Mo had also managed to elevate his physical internal organs to an extremely high realm.

Of course, the sound of this Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound remained only within the body; only in a state of internal vision could the Martial Artist themselves hear it clearly.

Unless deliberately emitted, others would absolutely never hear it.

Chen Mo carefully sensed the effects of this Mortal Transformation; as his Blood Qi power surged, he could now, besides his eyes, use Blood Qi power to open his Nose Consciousness.

Of course, he was not in a hurry, because it was still night; it would be safer to wait until daytime to perform tests.

Furthermore, as his Blood Qi grew stronger, the effect of stimulating the Blood Qi Eye was also better.

This would normally be a good thing, but unfortunately, in this world, it was not.

It was fine during the day, but at night, if one fully stimulated their Eye Consciousness, it was hard to say what one might see.

The most critical thing was that his foster father had not yet reached this step, otherwise he could have asked the old man.

Since he did not know, he could only find a way to obtain information from other places.

This was by no means an easy task; with his current status, it was difficult to know Martial Artists stronger than his foster father.

But there was no rush for this matter; he had gained much this time and needed to properly digest and recuperate for a period.

Chen Mo circulated the Qi and Blood in his body; the Greedy Wolf Seven Kill Fist, which had been over halfway through the sixth layer, had now successfully broken through to the seventh layer, though it could only be considered a bare breakthrough.

This technique was simple; one could even say the cultivation method for every realm was about the same.

It was just that for every step forward, the required physical foundation became higher.

Therefore, the vast majority of practitioners could at most reach the sixth layer in their entire lives.

But for Chen Mo, this was not a big problem.

The Greedy Wolf Seven Kill Fist, having just entered the seventh layer, provided a strength increase of over five thousand jin.

And having undergone this Mortal Transformation, Chen Mo estimated his own strength to be over four thousand jin as well.

Adding the two together, one could call it ten thousand jin of strength.

This was already terrifying, and the improvement this Mortal Transformation brought him went far beyond this.

Chen Mo's dantian was filled with Internal Qi, and all twelve meridians were cleared.

This was the sign of the Tongmai Realm reaching perfection; with Internal Qi applied to the whole body, one could unleash all sorts of incredible abilities.

Chen Mo moved his mind, and the Internal Qi of the Twelve Main Meridians surged.

Instantly, his whole body seemed to be covered by an extremely thin film; this film was composed purely of Internal Qi and felt very soft to the touch.

It was like a water net, and also like a gauze garment.

Chen Mo picked up the Short Blade at his side and lightly drew it across his palm.

The formless Internal Qi vibrated like water, offsetting his own force.

Whether it was light or heavy weapons, arrows, or flying knives, any strike hitting this Inner Qi Gauze would have most of its power dissipated.

It was as if he had wrapped his body in a buffer net, capable of weakening many attacks regardless of what they were.

Even if an attack managed to break through this buffer net, most of its power would be reduced.

Of course, every time the Inner Qi Gauze neutralized an incoming force, it consumed a portion of Internal Qi.

If Chen Mo suffered multiple attacks in a short time and his own Internal Qi could not keep up, then the Inner Qi Gauze would break.

Besides this, applying Internal Qi to the body could also increase one's own strength.

But for most Martial Artists, they could only utilize one of the Inner Qi Gauze or Internal Qi applied to the body at a time.

This was mainly because using both together required extremely high meridian strength; only if the meridians were strong enough could one output so much Internal Qi simultaneously.

This was not difficult for Chen Mo, but there was a second problem: using both at the same time would consume Internal Qi exponentially.

Although Chen Mo had reached the Tongmai Realm, his dantian Internal Qi still had an upper limit and was not infinite.

Using both at the same time would consume a great deal of his Internal Qi.

Unless it was a true life-or-death struggle that would last a very short time, or not a military formation battle but a one-on-one duel.

Otherwise, using just one of the two was sufficient; there was no need to use both simultaneously.

Slowly ending this Mortal Transformation, Chen Mo looked at the Transformation Pearl in his dantian.

Only wisps of Qi and Blood remained inside, preparing for his next Mortal Transformation.

It was just that the Qi and Blood required for his next transformation would inevitably be much more than this time.

But with his current official rank, collecting Mirage Spirit was undoubtedly much safer and more stable.

Even if the required Qi and Blood were high, given enough time, he could slowly obtain them.

If one month isn't enough, he would take two.

Besides, he had obtained quite a few good things this time; absorbing and refining them all, even if it wouldn't be enough to gather the Qi and Blood for his next Mortal Transformation, would be enough to save him a great deal of time.

Chen Mo opened the wooden box before him; before his Mortal Transformation, he had been unable to draw that Kui Ox Treasure Bow, but now, after the transformation, he wanted to try.

Even if his own Qi and Blood strength were insufficient, he could still use his Dantian Internal Qi to bolster his body, which should be enough to draw this bow.

Standing in the room, he set his stance and gathered the strength of his entire body, drawing the bowstring to ninety percent capacity in one breath.

Although he still had some strength left, Chen Mo did not dare to pull any further.

It was not easy to open, and even harder to retract.

If he were to release the string without an arrow, he would damage this treasure bow.

Furthermore, drawing such a treasure bow consumed a considerable amount of Chen Mo's strength.

By his estimation, he would have to stop and catch his breath after drawing it at most a hundred times.

If he were using a ten-stone bow, Chen Mo wouldn't feel tired even after drawing it a thousand times.

With a thought, his Dantian Internal Qi erupted, circulating through his entire body in an instant to provide a boost to his strength.

Chen Mo could feel that his Internal Qi provided him with at least three thousand catties of strength.

Looking at it this way, before he had undergone this Mortal Transformation, he truly was no match for his foster father.

However, after this Mortal Transformation, he could actually surpass him.

From this, one could see that an Internal Martial Artist at the Tongmai Realm already possessed considerable combat capability.

Even if they were still a notch below an External Martial Artist of the same realm, the difference would not be too great.

Moreover, Internal Martial Artists lived longer, and their peak period of strength lasted longer as well.

Of course, those who cultivated both internal and external arts would be stronger, but a person's energy is limited; trying to do both might mean failing to master either.

Those who can cultivate both internal and external arts and achieve great success in both can only be called heaven-sent geniuses who appear once in a hundred years; it is not something an ordinary person can accomplish.

Chen Mo put away the Kui Ox Bow and looked at the other spoils in the box.

Some banknotes and gold, silver, and jade ornaments; these things were relatively not worth mentioning.

Additionally, there were sixty-three Talismans, five Mirage Spirits, and two Blood Essence Stones.

These were items he had obtained but had not yet had time to use, and Chen Mo did not intend to use them for the time being.

Because these things were given to him by his foster father, he would absorb and use them after leaving the military camp.

As for this Kui Ox Bow, he had to show it to him as well, even though this treasure bow was extremely good.

Chen Mo certainly wanted to keep it for himself; after all, with his current strength, only by using this bow could he fully exert himself.

But even so, he still had to show it to his foster father, because if not for his guidance, he would never have found this treasure bow.

Moreover, he had previously told him that he had indeed found good things; it was impossible to turn around now and say he didn't have them.

In addition, he also intended to take this opportunity to ask his foster father how to break through to the Postnatal Realm.

Since he was now at Tongmai Perfection, he should consider preparing for the breakthrough to the Postnatal Realm.

Although his foster father was not at that realm, he had been blocked by the bottleneck of that realm for a long time and should have some experience.

In fact, it was not difficult to find answers to these questions; even without asking his foster father, he could get similar answers by taking a trip to Xiaqi Mountain.

But the answers he could get from his foster father would be clearer, and there would definitely be no hidden traps.

Putting the treasure bow back into the wooden box, Chen Mo lay on the bed and fell into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking and the curfew had just ended, many Soldiers got up early and left the military camp.

The soldiers in the camp were divided into three batches, each rotating for leave every fifteen days, giving them enough time to go home, and they did not need to return to the camp at night.

Many soldiers were now in groups of three or five, or squads of ten or twenty, running out of the camp in high spirits.

Chen Mo was not in a hurry to leave; he first carried the large bow and headed straight for the barracks.

Sun Shouren was washing up, and seeing him arrive, he looked slightly surprised, "Why are you running over here so early in the morning?"

"This is a treasure bow that your child found while suppressing the Dutian Dao Sect some time ago," Chen Mo said, holding out the bow.

Sun Shouren waved his hand without even looking, "Fine, then you keep it for yourself."

"Ah! Foster father, this is a fine weapon, won't you take a look?" Chen Mo hadn't expected his foster father to not even glance at the treasure bow.

"Forget it, if I wanted it, would you be willing to give it up? I'm not short of this one bow, you keep it for yourself!"

Sun Shouren took a towel from the side and wiped his face; he could naturally see that Chen Mo liked this weapon very much.

But even so, he still hadn't kept it for himself and still intended to show it to him; this made him very satisfied.

This treasure bow was indeed quite extraordinary.

But as an elder, he couldn't compete with a junior for things.

Moreover, with his status, he wasn't lacking this treasure bow; as a local commander, he could naturally obtain the things that the Dutian Dao could get.

He had originally planned to help Chen Mo get one after a while; now that he had this treasure bow, it saved him the trouble of finding one for him.

"Then this child will accept it!" Chen Mo chuckled, feeling very happy inside.

This treasure bow was rare to see; even if he underwent another Mortal Transformation, he would still be able to use it.

At the very least, for him, it was definitely worth calling quite rare.

"Alright, you hurry up and put this treasure bow away, and come find me at the Yanwu Ting after you've eaten," Sun Shouren instructed with a light wave of his hand.

"This child understands." Chen Mo bowed and saluted; although he didn't know exactly what it was about, going to the Yanwu Ting was likely related to the Martial Dao.

He could also ask the questions he wanted to ask at that time.

(End of chapter)