Finger Flicking Divine Skill Training Method

This poor Daoist has become somewhat unclean.

Wang Jixuan's Dao heart kept sighing.

He had actually... been touched by that woman over most areas of his Dao body...

Fortunately, the vital parts of a man had not been disturbed. Doctor Wei Na knew the legal boundary between care and harassment. Otherwise, he would have had to "wake up" early.

Wang Jixuan did not particularly enjoy the explanations he might have to face upon waking. They were far too tedious and utterly lacking in grace, and Zhou Zhengde's group also intended to uncover his secrets.

The Dharma was not passed on lightly. This was the foundation of any sect.

He had no concerns about sharing the Breathing Cultivation Method he had cobbled together himself, but he had not yet had enough time to create a new cultivation technique. Passing one off prematurely would only invite ridicule.

Black Fire Gang.

Wang Jixuan briefly analyzed the information he had overheard.

It seemed he would need to make another trip to the Lower City.

He had to personally witness the Black Fire Gang's destruction and make sure nothing like the "Black Fire Gang's core members reincarnating in borrowed bodies," as Zhou Zhengde had described it, could happen.

There were many things in the Lower City that he now needed.

Blade Beast Blood, Blade Beast Bones;

And perhaps Blade Beast "demon cores," though he did not yet know whether they existed.

Generally speaking, demon cores formed inside demonic beasts and served as the foundation of powerful beasts' cultivation. Cultivators could harvest them for pill refinement or artifact forging.

Wang Jixuan's idea was even more direct—he might be able to arrange demon cores into a Spirit Gathering Formation, releasing the spiritual energy within them to speed up his cultivation.

Beyond that, Wang Jixuan had realized that he had an even more important task to undertake.

Worldly Heart Refining.

True nature? What is true nature?

Wang Jixuan lay on the bed, deep in thought.

Gradually, wisps of spiritual energy drifted in from the air and gathered around him.

Since he was pretending to sleep and could not meditate, his absorption rate was far inferior to seated postures such as Five Hearts Facing Heaven or Embracing the Origin and Guarding the One... Still, it was better than lying there doing nothing.

He silently estimated that nourishing flesh and blood with qi, combined with the healing incantations he knew, would require roughly seven days of recovery for the puncture wound in his left shoulder.

Bang.

The sound of the Sniper Rifle kept echoing by Wang Jixuan's ear.

He needed to learn more common knowledge about this world, master the use of various weapons, and devise some methods for dealing with firearms.

I wonder when I'll be able to start artifact forging.

Like everyone in the Middle City, Wei Na had to prioritize completing her own duties during regular workdays.

A company of the Cleansing Force had temporarily moved into the thirteenth floor, and the Black Fire Gang had also announced that it would no longer retaliate. Wei Na no longer needed to remain in the Security Office's safe house.

After work each day, or during weekends and holidays, Wei Na would come to the thirteenth-floor medical center to care for the two special patients there—

Mu Liang and Lan Yuzai.

Wei Na had long discovered that Mu Liang's injuries were healing at a somewhat inhuman rate.

Every time she examined Mu Liang's shoulder wound, she saw unbelievable changes. Her medical principles were being overturned again and again.

Moreover, all signs indicated that Mu Liang had actually awakened long ago, but had simply never communicated with them.

For instance, the incontinence pad Wei Na had prepared for Mu Liang was always perfectly clean, while the restroom beside this Medical Room used far more water than usual.

Doctor Wei Na did not expose Mu Liang's little act.

She was waiting for Mu Liang to speak with her of his own accord, to show her his mysterious charm like a hero who had just saved the world.

Wei Na liked the feeling of waiting. It gave her a rare sense of anticipation amid the fortress routine that cycled endlessly, repeated constantly, and had long since lost all novelty.

Today was the sixth day after the City of Joy ambush.

Wei Na finished her shift at the district Medical Room on time. She first returned home, showered, washed her hair, spent half an hour applying elegant makeup, changed into a black silk Maid Outfit, then hid it all beneath her white coat.

Will he wake up today?

Wei Na pursed her red lips at the mirror, stepped into thin high heels, hummed a recently popular radio song, and headed for the medical center.

After turning several street corners and entering Central Circular Garden, Wei Na gradually slowed her pace.

She frowned at the somewhat crowded entrance to the medical center.

More than a dozen Security Team members in light-blue uniforms, along with six or seven soldiers dressed in camouflage, formed two overlapping defensive lines and sealed off the only entrance and exit.

Two middle-aged men in brown trench coats were negotiating with the Security Team members.

Wei Na strolled closer and heard their argument from afar.

"Our 13th Biological Research Institute has the right to obtain data from all human samples! That authority is written into the war zone legislation!"

"You won't let us in? What gives you the right not to let us in?! Call your captain over here!"

"We suspect there's a Psionicist here! Move aside! The Security Team is trash! You think the Cleansing Force is so impressive?! Don't make me go directly to your superior!"

The two middle-aged men were shouting loudly.

The two Security Team members negotiating with them merely smiled and shook their heads, displaying remarkable professionalism.

One member's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "Doctor Wei Na, you're here? Please go inside."

The man in the trench coat beside him immediately shouted, "Why does she get to go in?!"

"Because I'm a doctor," Wei Na said softly.

She took out her ID badge from inside her white coat and hung it beneath her collar, then gave the two men a light wink.

"This is a medical center, not the 13th Institute's research center. Do you even understand the basics of cold medicine?"

"What do you mean by that?!"

"Don't disturb my patients' rest. Besides, medical research shows that the more a man likes to shout and make a scene, the less confidence he has in his manhood."

Wei Na tossed them a flirtatious glance, then passed through the defensive line with light steps.

But she quickly realized that the atmosphere inside was rather tense.

"Doctor Wei Na," a soldier captain said in a low voice, "Captain Zhou is waiting for you in that ward."

"Oh? He woke up?"

Wei Na could not help quickening her pace.

However, when she pushed open the ward door and saw the empty hospital bed outside, along with Zhou Zhengde sitting by the window with a hand pressed to his forehead in thought, she immediately strode over and pulled open the curtain hanging between the beds.

On the other bed behind the curtain;

Lan Yuzai, dressed in a hospital gown and sucking on a pouch of nutritious rice porridge, trembled in fright.

The middle-aged woman who had been forced to wear noise-canceling headphones and was feeding Lan Yuzai hurriedly said:

"Doctor! My son suddenly woke up! Does he need an examination?"

This auntie was Lan Yuzai's mother, an ordinary, dutiful woman who had worked for the fortress for thirty years. Every day after work, she would come care for Lan Yuzai for a while.

Her movements here were restricted, and she could only wear a thick pair of headphones to ensure she did not overhear any intelligence.

"Where's Mu Liang?"

Wei Na's voice instantly rose several octaves. Turning toward Zhou Zhengde, who sat nearby, she asked:

"You hid him? Because the 13th Institute came looking for him?"

"No."

Zhou Zhengde sighed and gave a bitter smile.

"He's too incredible, as though he can foresee danger in advance. The 13th Institute showed up half an hour ago. Two hours ago, I received a report from the medical center saying that the doctor on afternoon rounds had found one patient missing from here—the patient called Mu Liang.

"And then... he left this behind."

Zhou Zhengde took a sheet of paper from his jacket pocket. Lines of bold, sweeping handwriting covered it.

Wei Na took it and looked it over a few times, then frowned tightly. "I recognize every character, but how... how can I not understand it?"

"Read vertically, from right to left. There are two arrows marked on it. I have to say, the handwriting isn't pretty, but I keep feeling there's a sense of force piercing through the paper..."

"Thank you both for your aid. I have recovered..."

Wei Na softly read it aloud.

Thank you both for your aid. I have largely recovered.

The Black Fire Gang has committed countless atrocities, trampled lives like grass, and amassed unforgivable crimes. They ought to be exterminated. This matter has not yet been settled, and I must go resolve this karma. Captain Zhou has many constraints, but I have none.

Later, I will enter the Lower City under an assumed identity, deal with the Black Fire Gang, and return to the thirteenth floor to recuperate once I have confirmed that no remnants remain. At that time, I will thank you both in person.

To express my gratitude, I have left three talismans for you. Burn them with fire, mix the ashes into rice soup, and drink it. It can ease Captain Zhou's old leg injury and regulate Doctor Wei Na's troubled circulation of qi and blood.

There is no need to search further. I will also guard carefully against the 13th Institute.

Additionally, I have used medical paper to write a simple Finger Flicking Divine Skill training method as a gift for Lan.

Furthermore, I have taken some medicine with me to the Lower City for exchange. You may directly deduct its value from my General Quota.

Respectfully, Mu Liang

A powerful sense of loss rose within Wei Na. She softly asked:

"How... how did he do it? What about the Surveillance System? Can it find his trail?"

"It only caught a blurry shadow. He said he would return. Later, I'll arrange for someone trustworthy to pretend to be him here."

Zhou Zhengde raised a hand and rubbed his brow, then picked up the cup beside him. Inside was some...

Rice soup mixed with ashes.

"Try this."

Wei Na immediately looked disgusted. "What is that?"

"According to Mu Liang, there were three talismans. I used two. I'll later have an acquaintance analyze the remaining one."

Zhou Zhengde said with feeling:

"It really works! It took effect in half an hour! My leg doesn't even hurt now!

"I was grazed by supersonic shrapnel from a Blade Beast, and it left me with a chronic problem. This is the first time I've felt so relaxed!

"I now suspect Rotten Fish was also saved by him. Mu Liang is truly unbelievable!"

"Really?"

Wei Na frowned as she accepted the cup.

"I feel like you're insulting my professionalism."

She pinched her nose, took two gulps, then gritted her teeth and swallowed the rest in one go.

There was no reaction for the moment.

Lan Yuzai's weak voice suddenly came from beside them. "Um, well... didn't you say the boss left me a Finger Flicking Divine Skill training method? Could I take a look at it? You two big shots?"

Zhou Zhengde stood up energetically, only to bare his teeth in pain when he pulled at his abdominal wound.

He smiled gently at the middle-aged woman, arranged several medical prescription slips in order, placed them on the small tray table before Lan Yuzai, and sighed.

"You won't like it. Trust me."

Lan Yuzai blinked, staring excitedly at those four words.

Finger Flicking Divine Skill!

First, to practice this skill, one must first strengthen the fingers. Please perform One Finger Zen training every day.

Thirty One Finger Zen push-ups;

Thirty One Finger Zen pull-ups;

Thirty One Finger Zen weighted exercises;

Second, improving finger strength must also be paired with the application of force. To ensure the accuracy of finger flicking...

The papers even thoughtfully included a few simple sketches.

But as Lan Yuzai laughed, his eyes suddenly filled with tears.

He silently raised both arms. Only a section above the elbow remained of his left arm. More of his right forearm had been preserved, with everything above the wrist still intact.

Lan Yuzai looked at the papers, then at his bandage-wrapped joints, then at the papers again, then at his bandage-wrapped, bare arm joints...

"Damn it!"

About twenty-eight hours later.

The fortress's forty-ninth floor.

At the northwest corner of the Black Fire Gang's Controlled Zone, the City of Rebirth, outside the entrance of a smoke-filled bar.

Wang Jixuan looked up at the Black Fire Gang emblem on the bar's sign, pulled down the brim of his baseball cap, and pushed open the glass door looking seemingly unarmed.

"I want a pot of Biluochun Tea."