Blood Qi Bottleneck, Ranks of Three, Six, and Nine

Blood Qi Bottleneck, Ranks of Three, Six, and Nine

Blood Qi Bottleneck, Ranks of Three, Six, and Nine

In the past, when cultivating, Lin Mo only knew that the faster he inhaled and exhaled, the faster he could nourish and generate Blood Qi, and the faster it would circulate.

Today, after hearing Zhu Hao's words, he began experiencing slow-paced cultivation for the first time. It was something Lin Mo had never imagined before.

He calmed himself. His breaths alternated between long and slow, and strands of warm, gentle Blood Qi emerged as usual. That warmth even gave him the urge to let his Blood Qi boil over.

"Take it slowly. Extend the Meridian Cycle. Once the Blood Qi enters your body, let it flow naturally. A person's limbs and bones are like mountains and river valleys, rising and falling in uneven layers..."

Zhu Hao instructed him from the side. Based on Lin Mo's rhythm of inhaling and exhaling, he could also detect the changes in his pace.

Gradually, the white vapor Lin Mo exhaled became increasingly lingering and drawn out, while his breathing slowed bit by bit. His whole body seemed like a stone.

If not for the Blood Qi within him still flowing slowly, ordinary people would likely have fallen prey to that illusion.

Lin Mo focused entirely on relaxing his breathing and extending his Meridian Cycle.

He had never paid attention to such things before. He had begun practicing the breathing technique ahead of time, and [Dharma Eye] had accelerated his cultivation.

Though he had only perfected the First Stage, the Blood Qi surging through his body rivaled that of some ordinary warriors at Second Level Entry—and even surpassed them.

After deliberately slowing it down, the Blood Qi in his body finally calmed and flowed sluggishly through his limbs and bones.

According to Zhu Hao, the body's meridians are like mountains and river valleys. In that case, the technique for finding bottlenecks must lie in controlling Blood Qi...

Lin Mo closed his eyes in thought, his breathing gradually settling into a smooth rhythm. Zhu Hao watched quietly from the side; he had already given every reminder he could.

The rest of the insight had to come from Lin Mo alone!

After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Lin Mo still sat cross-legged like a pine tree, eyes closed as he breathed. Zhu Hao paced back and forth nearby, not daring to make too much noise.

After two cups of tea, Zhu Hao had already sat down.

Back then, it took me more than two hours just to sense one Blood Qi Bottleneck. Even so, Master praised me for being clever...

Zhu Hao pondered, still quietly competing in his heart.

Even if Lin Mo was a genius, he would need an hour to find a Blood Qi Bottleneck, right?

One hour compared to two hours gave Zhu Hao an inexplicable bit of comfort. Just as he was thinking this, Lin Mo abruptly opened his eyes.

Zhu Hao did not know whether it was an illusion, but he seemed to see a golden glint flash through Lin Mo's eyes. He paid it no mind and instead asked, "Brother Lin, why did you stop? You need to strike while the iron is hot..."

"Strike while the iron is hot?" Lin Mo tilted his head and frowned.

He had already sensed the so-called Blood Qi Bottlenecks. He did not know whether it was due to his foundation or his Fate, but within the time it took to drink a cup of tea, he had found three bottlenecks.

During the remaining time, he searched for other Blood Qi Bottlenecks. Yet perhaps because his strength was insufficient, he found nothing after several searches.

Seeing the sky growing darker and darker, he finally opened his eyes, intending to invite Zhu Hao to a tavern for a hearty meal.

"I'm not planning to break through to the Second Level in one go. I'll wait another two days, familiarize myself with it, and look for more bottlenecks. Then I'll break them all open at once..."

Lin Mo spoke truthfully. Zhu Hao, who had just felt a trace of delight that the boy was teachable, nodded. "Neither hasty nor impatient—the martial path is—"

He suddenly realized something. Whipping his head around, he stared at Lin Mo in disbelief. "You sensed the Blood Qi Bottlenecks?"

"Yes. I found them quite early, but there seem to be many more?" Lin Mo replied.

"Genius. You're fucking genius..." Zhu Hao swallowed hard, finally realizing why the youth before him could become a personal disciple and why the Inspector valued him so highly. "You sensed correctly. Finding even one Blood Qi Bottleneck on your first try already puts you above the vast majority."

"One? I found three. Is there a fixed number of Blood Qi Bottlenecks?"

"Th-three?!" Zhu Hao truly began stammering this time, asking repeatedly, "Tell me roughly where they are..."

Lin Mo pointed to several places with his fingers. He did not know the specific names of the acupoints, but Zhu Hao saw them clearly.

"The Dai Mai, Qi Hai, Bai Hui... You found all three of these Blood Qi Bottlenecks?"

"Only three? Why do I feel that it isn't perfect enough..." Lin Mo frowned in return. He always felt that although Blood Qi flowed like a babbling stream, nourishing the mountain ranges and creek valleys of his limbs and bones, there were still winding places that did not seem quite perfect.

"Per-perfect?" Zhu Hao was completely speechless. A helpless, bitter smile appeared on his face. He did not know whether his own knowledge was too shallow, or Lin Mo's talent was simply too high.

He could only explain, "The perfection you speak of can probably only be seen in Martial Masters. Martial cultivation has four stages, and Blood Qi Bottlenecks are not limited to these three..."

"The difficulty in breaking from the First Stage into the Second is not just the breathing technique. Before that come these three bottlenecks. By the same principle, each time you break through a major realm in the future, the number of bottlenecks will increase... three, six, nine, twelve—thirty Main Meridians in total. Only when all are unblocked can one break through to Martial Master."

Zhu Hao explained with great care, and Lin Mo listened attentively. He did not interrupt with questions, quietly waiting for him to finish.

"It is said that there are thirty-six Main Meridians within the human body. If, when breaking through to Martial Master, one can uncover the final six, every one of them will bring an earth-shaking transformation in strength... Once all six are found, it seems one can become a flawless, peerless Martial Master!"

As Zhu Hao spoke of this, his eyes were filled with wistfulness. Once upon a time, he too had dreamed such beautiful dreams, but who could have known that the first four stages alone would be four great mountains?

Thirty-six Main Meridians?

Lin Mo had already discovered three Blood Qi Bottlenecks while circulating his Blood Qi. Once he broke through them, that would mean three Main Meridians unblocked...

So that was it. These Blood Qi Bottlenecks really do have quite a history behind them. I wonder whether Master Yang has opened the hidden six Main Meridians.

Lin Mo pondered in secret. According to Zhu Hao, he had in fact already reached the point of breaking through to the Second Level. He had found all three Blood Qi Bottlenecks.

In that case, I'll begin preparing for the breakthrough in a few days... Breaking through earlier will also give me more time to stabilize my Second Level foundation!

After some simple consideration, Lin Mo made his decision. Seeing that the sky had turned completely dark, he clasped his hands toward Zhu Hao. "Thank you for your guidance today, Brother Zhu. Why not go relax for a while?"

"Then I'll have to thank you, Brother Lin!"

Deep within Lone Swan Ridge, Tianying Prefecture City.

The oily green light of a lamp shone from a ruined temple through its broken window lattice. A man shaped like Maitreya, dressed in a black robe, had brazenly occupied the magpie's nest and seized the throne that had originally belonged to some Buddha statue.

He swayed his head as he looked at the black-robed Daoist Children kneeling and kowtowing below. When these Daoist Children raised their heads, their faces revealed a complete mix of men, women, young, and old.

The old ones seemed to have one foot already in the grave. After finishing his worship, one of them tremblingly stepped forward, his voice old and hoarse yet striving desperately with longing.

"Maitreya Bodhisattva, when will we be able to return to your embrace..."

"This matter lies in the hands of a great benefactor. We must not act in haste..." The plump Maitreya wore a kind expression, his bald head gleaming as though bathed in Buddha's light. He continued in a drawn-out voice, "In this contest, we must bring salvation to all."

The black-robed Daoist Children below shouted in unison, "The Bodhisattva is merciful!"