Spiritual Power Reaches 100

"Big brother's back now. From now on, you can play with Wan'er and tell Wan'er stories, okay?"

Chen Mo reined in the anger in his heart and spoke gently to Chen Wan'er.

"Okay, okay!" Chen Wan'er clapped happily, her whole body swaying atop Chen Mo's thigh.

But she seemed to think of something else. She immediately stopped clapping, shook her head, and said:

"No, Big Brother can't play with Wan'er every day. Big Brother has to train in martial arts and attend to important matters. Wan'er can't hold Big Brother back."

As she spoke, she suddenly cried out, "Oh! Big Brother, put me down quickly. You're injured. Wan'er is too heavy—if I press on your wound, it'll hurt a lot."

As she spoke, she twisted her body, struggling to get down.

Chen Mo hurriedly steadied her. "Don't move around. Big Brother's injury is already healed."

"Besides, Wan'er, you're light as a feather. How could you possibly hurt me by pressing on me? Big Brother's body is strong. Look!"

As he spoke, Chen Mo showed Chen Wan'er his biceps.

Chen Wan'er believed him for the most part, but she still insisted on getting down.

Chen Mo had no choice but to set Chen Wan'er on the sofa beside him.

Once seated on the sofa, Chen Wan'er glanced at Chen Mo. Then, seeing several candies on the coffee table, she immediately stood up, picked them up, and offered them to him.

"Big Brother, have some candy. Once you eat candy, your wound won't hurt as much."

"Okay. Thank you, Wan'er."

Chen Mo did not expose his little sister's mistaken idea. He took the candy, tore off the wrapper, and popped it into his mouth. Sweetness instantly filled his mouth.

"So sweet! Little sister, my wound really doesn't hurt anymore!"

"That's great!"

Chen Mo played with his little sister while Father Chen and Mother Chen had already finished the housework.

The two of them went downstairs again to buy groceries, then came back and began preparing lunch.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was noon.

After lunch, Chen Wan'er clung to Chen Mo again, wanting to take an afternoon nap with him.

Naturally, Chen Mo would not refuse.

After he told Chen Wan'er a little story, she fell asleep.

Chen Mo lay on the bed without resting. Instead, he trained his Spiritual Power.

It was the same familiar method and the same familiar agony. Only after his Spiritual Power rose to 99.8 did Chen Mo fall into a deep sleep.

He did not know how much time had passed before his sister's call woke him.

He checked the time. It was already three in the afternoon.

After getting up and washing his face, Chen Mo played with his little sister in the living room.

Before long, Mother Chen came into the living room carrying some handiwork and got busy.

Chen Mo had wanted to help, but Mother Chen shooed him away, so he could only keep playing with his little sister.

"Mom, where did Dad go?"

Chen Mo had not seen his father since getting up. Knowing that today was still part of his leave, he could not help asking.

"He went to work. Working an extra half-day means earning a little more money."

Seeming afraid that her son would misunderstand, Lin Fang explained further. "You don't need to worry about money. Just focus on studying well and training in martial arts. Your father and I are here too!"

Thinking of her son's Dantian, Lin Fang forced herself not to feel sad.

They had to keep it hidden. If her son found out and could not bear it, she did not know what she would do.

"Mom, don't worry. I will!" Chen Mo could not make any promises, so he simply listened to his mother and did not let her worry.

As for making money, without strength, he had very few options.

Right now, striving to become stronger was the foremost priority.

Thus, Chen Mo began training his Spiritual Power again.

Playing with his little sister while training his Spiritual Power, and having to do his utmost to conceal his expression, consumed even more Spiritual Power.

Still, he obtained a satisfying result.

At the instant his Spiritual Power reached 100, a cool current surged straight into his mind. The original excruciating pain vanished in an instant, replaced by an incomparably comfortable sensation.

The cool current made a circuit through his brain before flowing downward and traveling throughout his body, making Chen Mo so comfortable that he nearly cried out.

Before Chen Mo could savor the feeling, the cool current vanished, taking away his fatigue as well.

The drowsy feeling brought on by expending Spiritual Power disappeared with it.

His mind became clear, as if he had broken through a veil of confusion. His ability to think improved enormously, and many problems he had once been unable to understand suddenly became clear at a glance.

With such changes, Chen Mo became even more curious whether his Spiritual Perception had changed as well.

He subconsciously released his Spiritual Perception. To his surprise, its range had expanded—from a one-meter radius to three meters.

What he sensed had not changed much from before. He could still only see; he could not interfere with or move objects, nor could he see through walls.

Still, a range of three meters was already enough at the Martial Disciple stage.

Chen Mo withdrew his Spiritual Power and looked inward. The cool energy was still coursing through his entire body, clearly transforming it. He wanted to see what changes had occurred.

The moment he looked inward, he was met with a delightful surprise!

He could actually see the meridians inside his body!

Chen Mo hesitated no longer and immediately examined his Dantian.

The Dantian was a peanut-sized sphere connected to the meridians. When one broke through to become a Martial Artist, one had to open up the Dantian and store Inner Breath within it, thereby gathering more energy.

The Dantian was like a wooden bucket, while Inner Breath was the water inside. The more water it held, the stronger one became.

But now, Chen Mo's Dantian was covered in cracks. Through the gaps in those cracks, he could see that it was completely empty inside.

A wooden bucket leaking from all sides could not hold water at all. Even if water were poured into it, it would soon drain away.

His Dantian had always been a problem.

Chen Mo could not solve it for the time being, so he could only set it aside.

Next, he examined the wound on his abdomen and found that it had already healed without leaving even the slightest scar. The pooled blood had dispersed, the blood vessels had been repaired, and the capillaries had regrown. It was exactly the same as the uninjured flesh beside it.

Chen Mo suddenly recalled some discussions he had read online in his previous life. The human body had three Dantians: the Lower Dantian, three inches below the navel; the Middle Dantian, at the Shanzhong acupoint in the chest; and the Niwan Palace in the brain, also known as the Upper Dantian.

Looking inward, he indeed saw the Middle Dantian and the Upper Dantian.

The Middle Dantian was like a hard stone. He could only see its surface. But the Upper Dantian was different—his Spiritual Power could actually enter it.

Once his Spiritual Power entered, Chen Mo immediately understood. This was where his Spiritual Power resided: the Sea of Consciousness. Only after his Spiritual Power reached 100, combined with the fusion of his souls from two lifetimes, had he opened this Upper Dantian.

However, only a small part of it had been opened. The rest remained a boundless expanse of darkness.

It was precisely because he had opened the Upper Dantian that he could sense things with Spiritual Power—the so-called release of Divine Sense.

With this ability to project Divine Sense, there were many more things Chen Mo could do.

For instance, while practicing Stance Training, he could clearly observe the flow of Qi Sensation within his body, the pull of his muscles, and the changes in his qi and blood. He could spot problems with his posture at any time and correct them promptly.

When practicing martial skills, not only could he see the flow of Qi Sensation within his body, he could also identify the points where force was exerted, the muscles involved, the flow of energy through his meridians, and his weak spots.

This way, he could discover better techniques for exerting force and promptly tell whether he was practicing correctly.