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"Done!" About ten minutes later, George slowly withdrew his hand. "I didn't expect this to be the Origin of Qi Flow. No wonder Zhang Huaiyi
"Done!" About ten minutes later, George slowly withdrew his hand. "I didn't expect this to be the Origin of Qi Flow. No wonder Zhang Huaiyi
"Done!" About ten minutes later, George slowly withdrew his hand. "I didn't expect this to be the Origin of Qi Flow. No wonder Zhang Huaiyi
"Done!" About ten minutes later, George slowly withdrew his hand. "I didn't expect this to be the Origin of Qi Flow. No wonder Zhang Huaiyi
"Done!"
About ten minutes later, George slowly withdrew his hand.
"I didn't expect this to be the Origin of Qi Flow. No wonder Zhang Huaiyi said his comprehension had already surpassed Wu Gensheng."
He possessed knowledge of the Dragon Tiger Mountain techniques, inherited Ziyang Zhenren's legacy, and had just observed the complete circulation of Qi within the Origin of Qi Flow.
As expected, he quickly reconstructed the entire method of the Origin of Qi Flow and came to understand its true function.
The strength of the Tongtian Talisman lay in being able to wield any talismanic art directly with Qi, without needing external tools—and with power surpassing those used with tools.
The more proficient one was in talismanic techniques, the greater the power the Tongtian Talisman could unleash.
The Binding Spirit and Commanding Generals technique could forcibly seize all spirits of the world, whether demons cultivated for thousands of years or the souls of the dead.
It could even permanently enhance one's cultivation by consuming spirits.
Yet none of this compared to the Origin of Qi Flow, which stood as the pinnacle of techniques.
Not only did it grant divine-like abilities—capable of forcibly dispelling any spell and leaving only the body, tempered with one's very life, to fight—
it also enhanced the user's physique, granted resistance to poisons, and strengthened defenses in multiple ways.
A closer look revealed that the Origin of Qi Flow resembled a fused and upgraded version of Divine Spirit and the Golden Light Mantra.
However, the drawback was its enormous consumption of Qi.
If the Qi within the body was not abundant enough, then once depleted, the Origin of Qi Flow would naturally dissipate.
George was unconcerned about this. Qi, mana, magical energy—all were essentially the same form of internal energy. And of these, the one thing he had in limitless supply was energy. Exhaustion was never a concern for him.
While examining Zhang Chulan's technique, he had also glanced through Zhang Chulan's memories.
Back then, when Zhang Huaiyi forcefully stormed Tang Sect, even after being struck by their most lethal Qi-poison pill, Danshi, he remained unharmed. In the battle that followed, he killed more than a dozen elder-level experts of the stranger world.
In the end, it was only because his Qi was exhausted and he could no longer sustain the Origin of Qi Flow that he succumbed to the Danshi poison.
Had his Qi been sufficient at that time, he might never have needed to spend his life hiding.
Any spell powered by energy was useless against him, and with his body strengthened by the Origin of Qi Flow—while he himself could still use spells—how could anyone hope to fight him?
It was like the strongest black dragon in the Fairy Tail world, so powerful that even Zeref, the Black Mage who created countless demons, feared him.
No magic worked against the black dragon. To defeat him, one had to rely on pure physical combat. But how could a human body ever compare to that of a dragon?
And the dragon's roar—inescapable, unavoidable—was like facing a cheat of existence itself.
Fortunately, once George mastered the Origin of Qi Flow, he too could achieve something similar.
When the time came to fight the black dragon, its magic would be useless against him, his magic would be useless against the dragon, yet he could strengthen his body by countless means and even drag the black dragon into his small world.
All considered, the odds of victory were very high.
"…That's it?"
Zhang Chulan blinked. The man had merely touched his head for a while, and he felt nothing at all. This was quite different from what he had imagined.
"Normally, a touch is enough for me to know. But since you didn't even understand your own technique, I had to deduce it myself, which cost me some time," George explained.
Hearing this, Zhang Chulan gasped sharply.
"Brother Jin, you're incredible! Just by touching someone's head, you can obtain their techniques. Doesn't that mean with your strength, you could take anyone's technique whenever you want?"
That was simply outrageous—enough to make anyone green with envy.
George chuckled.
"It's not that I gain the other party's technique just by touching their head—I gain their memories. Oh, actually, even looking into their eyes would do.
But, out of basic decency, I only ever do this with the person's consent."
"You… you just looked at mine too?"
Zhang Chulan froze in shock, then cautiously asked as a sudden thought struck him.
"I did. To deduce the Origin of Qi Flow, I naturally needed your memories as reference."
George patted Zhang Chulan's shoulder.
"A word of friendly advice—though you are a stranger and have trained since childhood, so your body is quite resilient, moderation is still important.
Remember—masts and oars reduced to ashes!"
"Masts and oars?"
At this moment, Feng Baobao leaned over with wide, innocent eyes. She had already recovered from the shock of learning about her origins and was back to her usual self.
She had long wanted to find her family, but unlike ordinary people, she had no specific expectations. After all, she had lived for so many years.
The death of her family was something she had long foreseen—she only sought the truth.
Now that she had her answer, she naturally returned to normal.
"Sis Bao, 'masts and oars' refers to ships and paddles. 'Masts and oars reduced to ashes' is a line from a famous poem by the great poet Su Shi. You can just look it up on your phone."
Zhang Chulan hurriedly explained, then turned to George with an embarrassed smile.
"Brother Jin, young and energetic, single—you understand, right?"
"What are your plans now?"
George nodded. Considering Zhang Chulan's concealed identity as a stranger and the restriction on his vital root, it was only natural he was still a virgin. He had only been joking.
Scratching his head, Zhang Chulan said,
"What else can I do? Just keep things as they are. That way, Bao'er and I are the safest."
Even after learning the full truth, he had no intention of leaving Quanxing with Bao'er.
It was always best to shelter under a great tree. Quanxing was such a tree. With Xu San and Xu Si's help, they could handle many complex situations and continue to protect Bao'er.
On the contrary, if he took Bao'er away, once her secret of immortality was exposed, they would have no backing at all.
Even Dragon Tiger Mountain would not be able to protect them.
At most, the Heavenly Master could shield him, but he would not oppose the entire stranger world for Bao'er's sake, nor disrupt its balance.
Going abroad would be even worse, since the stranger world outside was more chaotic and dangerous than at home.
So maintaining the current situation was his best option.
"Zhang Chulan, let me teach you something—relying on others is never as good as relying on yourself. Your Origin of Qi Flow is a supreme technique with limitless potential. Proper cultivation is the true path.
If one day you reach the cultivation of the Heavenly Master, then even if Bao'er's secret of immortality is revealed, no one will dare lay a hand on you."
In good spirits from acquiring the Origin of Qi Flow, George offered this piece of advice.
In his view, the most important thing was to cultivate and grow stronger. The Heavenly Master was restrained because he carried the burden of both the stranger world and Dragon Tiger Mountain.
With Zhang Chulan's cunning nature, if he possessed the Heavenly Master's power, no one would dare provoke him.
"Brother Jin, about immortality, don't you…"
Zhang Chulan first nodded in agreement, then, as though struck by a thought, turned his eyes slyly and tried to probe.
George waved a hand as he turned away.
"Not interested. I have already achieved immortality. If fate allows, we will meet again."
With that, he vanished from sight.
(End of Chapter)