Observing Wanfa from the martial arts school servants

Chapter 30 Demon Descendant

Those little spinning tops kept spinning.

With each rotation, a wisp of vital energy is drawn from his body, swallowed, and used to strengthen himself.

The small spinning top transforms into a small vortex, expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If this is not stopped soon, he will end up like the Ming Jin martial artist in "Qin Yue Zhi".

The exterior was intact, but the inside was rotten, and the internal organs were twisted into a pulp.

He closed his eyes and began to practice his body-strengthening technique.

Blood and qi surged from the whole body, condensing into a membrane that tried to envelop those small vortices.

The vortex's rotation slowed, but it continued to slowly engulf.

Uncontrollable.

We need to try a different approach.

Should we forcefully knock away the small vortex?

He tried to separate a wisp of his vital energy, like an awl, and stab it towards the nearest vortex.

The blood and qi were swept into the vortex as soon as they touched its edge, without even a splash.

This road is blocked.

How can the flow of Qi and blood through the meridians of the Long Wind Fist break through the control?

He gathered his qi and blood, his muscles and bones resonated, and unleashed the Long Wind Fist, attempting to disperse the vortex with its powerful momentum.

The blood and qi rush through the meridians, collide with the vortex, and are swallowed up once again.

The vortex swayed, but instead of dissipating, it spun even faster.

Lin Mu lay paralyzed on the bed, staring at the mahogany beams above his head, pondering an idea.

The wood grain on the roof beams, in concentric circles, resembles tiny whirlpools within the body.

Lin Mu's gaze swept around the center of the wood grain, finally landing on the very edge of the beam.

If we can't confront it head-on, can we guide the vortex out of the body?

Lin Mu closed his eyes, no longer trying to fight against the vortexes, but instead guiding them.

As the body-strengthening technique is activated, qi and blood flow slowly throughout the body, like water on a lake being blown by the wind, moving in one direction.

The whirlpools moved with his qi and blood, like fallen leaves in water, carried away by the current. He dared not go fast, dared not rush, but slowly, little by little, guided all the whirlpools towards his left arm.

Time passed little by little.

The watchman's drum sounded twice outside the window, then three times.

Lin Mu was soaked in sweat, his clothes clinging to his skin, sticky and cold.

The vortexes had all gathered on his left arm, densely packed under the skin.

Lin Mu took a deep breath. He activated the Body Tempering Technique at full power, and his blood and energy surged towards his left arm like a flood bursting its banks.

The qi and blood surged like a stampede of horses, rushing into the vortex. The vortex closest to the qi and blood was stretched larger and larger, swallowing the surrounding smaller vortices.

The skin on his left arm was stretched so tight it shone, and the veins bulged out, like earthworms writhing under the skin.

"puff--"

A jet of blood shot out from the inside of his left arm, splattering on the ground in a crimson hue.

The vortex disappeared.

Lin Mu did not stop; his blood and qi continued to surge into his left arm, producing a second and a third stream of blood.

Each time a blood arrow is shot out, a vortex is expelled from the body.

Thick beads of blood seeped out from his left arm, trickling down and dripping onto the floor, forming a small puddle.

When the last arrow of blood was shot out, Lin Mu's entire left arm was numb, but all the vortexes in his body disappeared.

The hidden force was neutralized.

He opened his eyes, panting heavily.

He tore a strip of cloth from the couch, gritted his teeth, and wrapped it tightly around his left arm, so tightly that it made his skin turn white.

Blood seeped out, staining the strips of cloth with dark red flowers.

He tied a tight knot, leaned against the couch, and fell asleep sometime during the night.

......

The next morning, sunlight streamed in through the window cracks and fell on Lin Mu's eyelids.

He opened his eyes; it was already bright outside the window.

Martial artists recover much faster than ordinary people. Overnight, those pinhole-like wounds had scabbed over, and most of the bruising under the skin had dissipated.

The strip of cloth on his left arm was soaked in blood and dried into a hard, crusty layer, but his arm could already move.

He looked down at his palm, clenched his fist, released it, and then clenched his fist again.

The danger of last night is still fresh in my mind. If I hadn't practiced the Body Tempering Technique, I would probably have died from festering sores all over my body.

But every time he fights against the Dark Force, he has to bleed. How many times can he bleed enough?

Moreover, your opponent won't give you time to slowly gather your energy.

Therefore, we need to find another way.

Lin Mu closed his eyes and sank into his body.

The body-strengthening technique is activated, causing qi and blood to surge.

He tried to imitate the other person's technique, gathering that rotating force within his own body.

Use your mind to stimulate your Qi and blood, making them circulate.

The qi and blood moved, circulated a few times, but then dispersed again.

No way~

Lin Mu calmed down and thought about it seriously again.

I realized that my previous line of thinking had gone astray.

He kept imitating the vortex that the other person had injected into his body, but he forgot that it was only the result, not the source.

What we should really learn is the way the opponent throws punches.

He recalled that the blood and qi circulation path of the Whip Leg Dance was inherently spiral.

Why not transfer this spiral from the legs to the fists?

He lowered his waist, urging his qi and blood to circulate within his body along the spiral path of his whip-like leg, and a vortex as thin as a spider's thread slowly formed.

He stared at the bench in front of him and slammed his fist down.

With a muffled thud, the bench shook but didn't leave a dent.

The hidden strength did not appear.

He looked at his fist, and his unrealistic fantasies dissipated.

It's impossible to break through to the Dark Force level in one step; martial arts training ultimately requires a down-to-earth approach.

He stood up, walked to the window, and opened it.

The streets of the inner city are already bustling with activity.

He stared absently at the crowds coming and going, wondering if the gray-robed man was guarding the city gate.

Perhaps the best option is to stay within the inner city and complete the part-time duties of the Palace Guard for the second and third days of each month.

Anyway, I asked the martial arts school for three days off.

When Lin Mu entered the Palace Guard, a servant was squatting on the steps, basking in the sun.

Upon seeing him, the servant's expression changed, and he scrambled to his feet and ran towards the city gates, disappearing into an alley in the blink of an eye.

Outside the city, by the dirt roadside, the man in gray was still waiting in the shadows of the previous night.

The servant came running up, panting, bent over, hands on his knees: "Lin Mu... Lin Mu has returned to the Palace Guard."

The man in gray did not move.

"He acts like nothing happened." The servant looked up and added.

The man in gray's eyelid twitched.

He looked at the servant: "You saw it clearly?"

"I can use hidden force."

The servant wiped his sweat. "I saw it with my own eyes."

......

In the side room of the Palace Guard, Zhao Rong didn't even look up, but simply threw a new booklet on the corner of the table: "Today I'm copying the 'Heyuan Chronicle - Population Chapter'."

Lin Mu opened the booklet.

The beginning of the population section is no different from that of a typical local gazetteer.

Record household registration, taxes, and the number of people in each township and town.

He copied very quickly, the pen scratching loudly.

However, after turning a few pages, the words "demon offspring" appeared in the content.

Lin Mu paused for a moment, then quickly continued copying.

It is said that in the early years when humans had just begun to understand martial arts, powerful monsters in the Eternal Night Forest were already able to transform into human form.

They infiltrated Heyuan Town, reproduced with humans, and their offspring were known as "demon offspring".

These children are born with exceptional talent and martial arts skills far exceeding those of ordinary people, but they are also violent, bloodthirsty, and have the wildness of demons in their bones.

As the number of demons increased and their temperaments became more violent, they eventually caused a great disaster.

A village outside Heyuan Town was massacred overnight, and the perpetrators were three demon descendants.

Finally, the major sects joined forces and wiped out all the demon descendants in Heyuan Town.

From then on, the demon race disappeared.