infodatos Chapter 18 Mental Mutation, Strange Newcomer
Chapter 18 Mental Mutation, Strange Newcomer
Inside Room Seventeen, where snoring filled the air.
Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating the snow-covered ground with exceptional clarity.
Bu Che sat cross-legged on the bed, a surge of heat erupting from the top of his head, churning and surging, his blood and qi boiling and coursing through his meridians!
The power spread continuously from the blood vessels and meridians, permeating the muscles and bones, and the muscles in Bu Che's arms seemed to become tough and bulging.
Suddenly opening his eyes, Bu Che parted his lips and opened his mouth, exhaling a thick stream of black gas, like boiling blood, expelling impurities from his body.
"The Xue Family Qi and Blood Technique... has finally achieved minor success!"
With the diligent support of Master Xu for four years, Bu Che's Xue Family Qi and Blood Technique has completed the loading progress bar for the Lesser Completion Realm and successfully broken through!
Without diligent effort, it would take Bu Che four years to take this step!
The transformation from beginner to advanced levels in Qi and Blood Qigong is tremendous!
The most important point is that it has generated "energy"!
Besides that, there is another very important point: Bu Che felt that his spirit... seemed to have undergone a change after he reached the minor success of his Qi and Blood Technique.
With eyes closed, the Niwan Palace between the eyebrows seems to bulge out like a small fleshy ball, rising and falling with each breath, like a heart.
This is where his mutated spirit converges.
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, the Niwan Palace between his eyebrows remained swollen, and then Bu Che felt as if a third eye had appeared, spying on his body.
I saw flowing blood, bright red blood vessels, and incredibly intricate, spiderweb-like meridians spread beneath the skin.
"This is... internal vision?!"
Bu Che's heart pounded with joy.
Martial artists below the Rongnian Pass level should not be able to achieve internal vision!
Now, due to his mental mutation, he is actually able to do it!
Suppressing his joy, he continued to observe and soon saw a milky white, hair-like energy quietly flowing within an extremely thick meridian. Although it was quiet, it contained immense and explosive energy.
"This is the internal energy condensed from the Lesser Completion of Qi and Blood Technique!"
Bu Che's eyes lit up; he could see his own internal energy so clearly!
After not "inner vision" for too long, Bu Che felt a wave of mental fatigue and withdrew from the inner vision.
The moonlight was cool and clear, draping her like a thin veil.
Bu Che's eyes, however, were as bright as the Big Dipper. He raised his hand and looked at his red palm, as if the blood and qi beneath the palm lines could burst forth like a raging fire at any moment.
"With increased strength and the generation of internal energy, all that's missing now is the Battle Body Fist and Hammer technique. Once that technique reaches a minor level of mastery, I can attempt to break through the 'Entering the Energy Barrier'!"
"Unlike the Boiling Blood Gate, Brother Zhang said that as long as you master the Qi and Blood Cultivation and martial arts, you can naturally reach the Boiling Blood Gate. However, there is an invisible barrier to the Jin Gate. You need to reach the state of 'Jin Penetrating the Tendons and Skin' and even need to use the expensive porcelain medicine 'Hua Jin Powder', which costs thirty silver coins per dose, to help you pass the gate."
Bu Che sat cross-legged on the bed, muttering to himself.
He raised his hand and gently touched the smoothed-out bulge between his eyebrows.
"However, the changes in my mind seem to be somewhat different from the state described in the Xue Family Qi and Blood Technique after reaching the minor level of Qi and Blood Technique."
Xiaocheng Qi and Blood Exercise does not involve the mind!
Perhaps it was because every time he broke a piece of porcelain, it was a way for him to strengthen his spirit?
"It should be a good thing. A stronger spirit... it can't be a bad thing."
Bu Che thought to himself.
Suddenly, the bump between his eyebrows, which had been flattened, bulged up again and throbbed incessantly.
Suddenly raising his head, his jet-black hair swept across his face like lightning as Bu Che looked sharply toward the door of Room Seventeen.
there……
Holding jade and gold ingots, dressed in a bright red robe, covered in cracks, wearing an official hat, and smiling with his head tilted, evil spirits have appeared once again!
The distance... is getting closer and closer!
The distance from the door of room seventeen to his bed was less than five zhang!
Bu Che could even sense the malevolent energy emanating from Him, like churning black mist!
"Hehehe..."
In the past, Bu Che would probably have felt palpitations, horror, and cold sweat.
But now, under Bu Che's growing and mutated spirit, this evil thought has not affected him.
Bu Che stared at him.
He slowly disappeared into the darkness, vanishing without a trace!
"call--"
"It's getting closer, closer and closer, only four days left."
Bu Che felt as if every pore on his body had tightened, and a chill crept over him, spreading throughout his entire body.
As the time drew ever closer, the calamity of malevolent thoughts from ghosts and spirits, like a persistent carbuncle, made him restless.
Bu Che didn't understand why using the "Baque Ancient Sword" to absorb the ghostly thoughts from the clean ghostly porcelain statue would give rise to lingering evil thoughts of ghosts.
"The porcelain statues of ghosts and spirits that I broke these past two days don't seem to have this problem... Is it because those statues are filled with the thoughts of ghosts and spirits?"
I can't figure it out, I can't guess it.
Bu Che shook his head, deciding not to think about it anymore.
He turned his head to look at the bed beside him, his gaze sharpening.
Zhang Hengyuan hasn't returned yet!
He looked at Zhao Laizi's bed again, but he hadn't returned either...
"Has something happened?"
"Has Zhao Laizi made a move?"
Bu Che frowned, a sense of anxiety rising in his heart.
Although Zhang Hengyuan was doing things for money, he was treated with more leniency and protection because of his senior brother Kong Ci.
But in the end, I was indebted to him!
Looking at the sky, Bu Che had no idea where Zhang Hengyuan, Zhao Laizi, and the others were, so he could only worry anxiously.
But worrying won't help.
Lie in bed, cover yourself with a quilt, and drift off to sleep to replenish your energy.
……
……
The next day, early in the morning.
As dawn broke, the north wind began to howl, and heavy snowflakes fell heavily onto the rooftops, making a soft, muffled sound.
Because of the strange change in his spirit, Bu Che opened his eyes with a clear mind and his blood was unusually active. He turned his head to look at the bed.
Zhang Hengyuan... still hasn't returned.
He didn't return home all night.
This wasn't uncommon in the apprentice quarters. After all, there was no curfew in the apprentice quarters, and some apprentices, having earned enough for a peaceful escape, would go to brothels for a quick release and naturally wouldn't return.
But Zhang Hengyuan also went to the brothels?
It's highly unlikely. He's at the crucial moment of breaking through to the next level, and for the sake of the safety money, he's even willing to accept the job of a protected apprentice at the Broken Porcelain Workshop. How could he possibly go to a brothel to indulge himself and waste his safety money?
After getting up and quickly washing up, Bu Che left the apprentice compound.
I stepped onto the snow-covered cobblestone street of Saili Street, bought two meat buns from a roadside stall for breakfast, and ate them as I headed toward Xuejia Kiln Caves.
At the entrance of the Xue Family Kiln, the gate was wide open, and apprentices came and went in an endless stream.
Beside the main gate, beneath the shrine shrouded in smoke, a table stood with a long queue of familiar figures sitting upright, writing registration forms.
It was none other than Xue Chenggui, the steward of the Xue family who had guided Bu Che into the Broken Porcelain Workshop.
Xue Chenggui also noticed Bu Che, raising an eyebrow slightly as if he remembered Bu Che's identity.
He raised his hand and waved.
Bu Che immediately stopped and walked over, a smile appearing on his face: "Manager Xue."
"You've come at the right time. This person also wants to become an apprentice at the Broken Porcelain Workshop. Since you're also from the Broken Porcelain Workshop, take him with you."
Xue Chenggui pointed to a figure.
He didn't want to go to the unlucky Broken Porcelain Workshop, so when he happened to meet Bu Che, he asked him to take him there.
Bu Che looked in the direction Xue Chenggui pointed. It was a snowy day, and there was a boy wearing a thin cotton coat with many patches. He had a childlike face and was even younger than Bu Che.
Those who enter the broken porcelain workshop are mostly people who have nowhere else to turn.
Bu Che immediately understood and naturally wouldn't refuse Xue Chenggui's request, so he directly called over the young man.
"Manager Xue, then I'll take this person over there first."
"Go."
Xue Chenggui nodded gently and then continued with the recruitment process.
Bu Che led the boy carrying the bundle into the Xue family mansion, and along the way he did not hold back his words, introducing the situation inside the Xue family kiln.
The boy looked thin, but he wasn't dull at all. He was quite talkative and even a bit lively. He chatted with Bu Che all the way, inquiring about the situation at the Broken Porcelain Workshop.
Bu Che also learned the boy's name was Tang Sang.
"Brother Che, how many apprentices do you have in your Broken Porcelain Workshop?" the young Tang Sang asked curiously.
Bu Che tilted his head, his brow furrowing: "Why are you concerned about these things?"
"If you weren't desperate, why would you come to Broken Porcelain Workshop? Don't worry about these trivial things, just live your life well."
Bu Che said in a deep voice, but he couldn't help feeling strange. This young man, Tang Sang, did not seem to have the attitude of someone who had nowhere else to turn after entering the Broken Porcelain Workshop.
Upon hearing this, young Tang Sang quickly nodded, shut his mouth, and said no more.
Bu Che lost interest in giving a presentation and led Tang Sang toward the Broken Porcelain Workshop.
Suddenly, Bu Che spotted a familiar figure. His eyes lit up slightly, and a weight lifted from his heart.
It was Zhang Hengyuan, who hadn't returned home all night.