Chapter 483: Chapter 1
This "Blood Rushing Skill" is clearly an eighteen-hand imprint version, handwritten in sloppy, crooked words like chicken scratches.
With Brother Murong’s expertise as an old riverside in martial arts, he even found quite a few ambiguous typos in it.
It’s a bit taxing for him, but for Duan Yun, it’s just homophones; mistakes or not make little difference.
Yet looking at the wrinkled, tattered cultivation technique, he still felt a strong sense of discrimination.
Especially Brother Murong, whose face turned green.
Today he spent the entire day washing toilets, finally getting a chance to learn martial arts, only to end up with this?
He’s usually more temperate than Duan Yun, but at this point, his hair was standing on end, looking at the ragged imprint and couldn’t help but get angry, complaining: "I came along to reform the Martial World, not to suffer!"
This time, Duan Yun felt for the first time the plight of the bottom level of the Martial World.
You spent a considerable amount of money, a hundred taels of silver, which may be all the savings of an ordinary martial artist, and after paying, you still have to do menial tasks like washing a pile of toilets like Brother Murong, yet you don’t get any decent guidance, and the cultivation technique you receive is this perfunctory.
Just because you are an outer sect disciple.
If a martial artist stays long-term in such oppressive environments, some form of psychological illness is sure to develop, and when they truly achieve their training, they might want to take revenge on the Martial World.
Yes, it’s miserable upfront, like now, Duan Yun and Brother Murong want to kill everyone in the Iron Blood Sect, but once you complete your training, theoretically everyone you want to kill becomes one of your own, and you can’t kill them.
So you can only kill outsiders.
But you can’t handle outside masters, and those at your similar level are risky to confront, so you can only target weaker people.
In short, you can’t escape this cycle.
If you can’t take revenge and vent, then wasn’t all your suffering and training in vain?
Perhaps this is one of the reasons the Martial World is filled with treachery and murder.
Never mind if this martial art is crazy, this sect’s disgusting environment drives everyone close to insanity.
Especially when Duan Yun and Brother Murong imagined, if they were not one in a million cultivation geniuses, after years passing without mastering anything, and unwilling to resign, they could only continue in the sect paying money to work like cattle, getting drained of all savings and life force.
Just thinking about it is terrifying.
Dammit!
Really want to kill all the people who came up with all these cattle tricks.
"First, find out who’s behind this routine, then settle the score later," Duan Yun said.
Upon hearing that, Brother Murong quickly grabbed a little notebook and jotted it down.
Yes, he now also likes to jot things down in the little notebook.
At this moment, Brother Murong complained: "This lousy Qi-Blood method, not only is it incomplete, a lot of characters are wrong too."
Duan Yun replied with a serious look: "I like incomplete Chapters."
"Huh?"
"Incomplete Chapters have more room for creativity," Duan Yun answered.
The next moment, he had already started cultivating according to this ragged manual.
In the time it takes for half a cup of tea, Duan Yun opened his eyes, thinking: "Done!"
This so-called "Blood Rushing Skill" is quite simple, it’s just about stirring up the Qi-Blood.
To stir up Qi-Blood, the guy who imprinted the manual even wrote down his experience, which is to visualize the seductive widow next door undressed, pleading to sleep with him.
This is the most straightforward and pure method to stir Qi-Blood, which Duan Yun actually mastered years ago.
The learning materials were not in vain.
Duan Yun quickly replaced his visualization object with the Goddess Catcher sisters, Shen Ying, Feng Ling’er, Ziyu, and even added Fu Wanjun and Yu Zhenzhen.
In a finger snap, his Qi-Blood was aroused to the extreme, complemented by the breathing method and the imposing hand gestures of the manual, transforming his whole spirit and energy.
This is the gap between a genius and an ordinary person.
The imprinter only knew to visualize a seductive widow, because that’s the extent of his vision.
But Duan Yun is different, he’s seen many women, many vividly present around him.
Now these beauties were lined up in his Sea of Consciousness, either naked or wearing nothing but stockings.
Just in terms of number and style, he’s way ahead, far and beyond!
He could effortlessly visualize seven women simultaneously.
It looks simple, after all, anyone has seen scenes with a group of teachers performing together.
But in reality, it’s absolutely not simple, because there’s a level difference between what ordinary people can perceive and what Young Hero Duan can see.
Generally, a person only has one pair of eyes and one brain, forming priority unconsciously, like if you think of the Goddess Catcher sisters and detail them, you’ll instinctively overlook the details of other women.
But Duan Yun is different; he constantly visualizes Dharma Images, better embodied with wings and soaring, with extraordinary wisdom, treating all equally in his brain.
Every visualization object is vivid, as if he had seven pairs of eyes working simultaneously, observing each woman separately, forming visual images in the brain of extraordinary wisdom.
Seven threads following, all being priorities!
Afterward, his mind moved, adding Ming Xing into the mix.
This woman who was slightly inferior before, further aroused his Qi-Blood desire.
Thinking of himself as a great hero, treating all equally, later Duan Yun included Dharma Image Xiao Yu and Little Qing, mixing in tricks of reincarnation.
On the surface, he appeared no different from the Pure Love Brother Murong beside him, who only visualized Ning Qing, but in reality, the scenes in their Sea of Consciousness had already formed a huge chasm in terms of level.
This is the difference between small love and great love, single-core and ten-core!