Could It Be That I'm Really Not the Protagonist?

"Disciple??"

Nuwa noticed Liu Feng's distracted demeanor and called out, but got no response. A vein of irritation appeared on her face as she raised her voice.

"Disciple, snap out of it."

"Ah, Master, what's wrong? What's wrong?"

"Hmph, what's wrong? You tell me—what's wrong? Why did you suddenly space out? What were you thinking about?"

"Ah, oh, nothing!"

Liu Feng came to his senses and shook his head.

"Since there's nothing, shouldn't you explain the question I just asked?"

"The Dantian? Isn't it right here?"

Liu Feng pointed to the area below his abdomen.

"Wait, first explain what a Dantian is."

"Hmm, Master, you don't know? But..."

Liu Feng wanted to ask more, but saw Nuwa's gaze turn fierce. He immediately shut his mouth, the words dying in his throat.

Nuwa indeed shot Liu Feng a vicious glare. This disciple really had no sense of timing.

When she asked something, he should just answer directly—why so many questions? If she already knew, would she be so eager to ask him?

Honestly, sometimes she wanted to crack open his head and see what was inside.

It was truly infuriating. At this moment, Nuwa even felt a hint of fear—after all, if Liu Feng later blurted out some bizarre cultivation method and asked her about it, how would she answer?

If she understood, fine. But if she didn't, where would her authority as Master be?

Right now, for instance, she and Fuxi felt like Liu Feng's disciples.

That already made her feel she'd lost her dignity, and her disciple was still hemming and hawing. Naturally, Nuwa had to lose her temper. The only thing that could stop Liu Feng's questions now was probably her authority as Master.

Fuxi felt the same. Though in the path of cultivation, the one who attains is the teacher—that was why he often discussed the Dao with his sister after gaining insights.

But Liu Feng was now his sister's disciple, his own Nephew Disciple. For an elder to ask a junior like this was really hard to swallow in terms of face. Yet if he didn't ask, his heart would be unwilling—after all, this was a rare cultivation opportunity he couldn't possibly let go.

"Master, Martial Uncle, I don't know the specifics of how a Dantian forms. I just cultivated according to the method in my sea of consciousness, and the Dantian opened up on its own.

Right now, I've only cultivated the Lower Dantian. You should know there are three Dantians in total: Upper, Middle, and Lower.

The Upper Dantian is located at the Yintang point on the Du Meridian, also called the 'Niwan Palace.' It's where the soul and spiritual power converge.

When you focus on this area, you can feel a powerful flow of energy and a condensation of consciousness.

The Middle Dantian sits at the Shanzhong point in the center of the chest. It's where Zong Qi gathers.

Zong Qi, as one of the vital driving forces of life's activities, converges here into a vibrant energy field.

The blood and Qi circulation around the Shanzhong point is vigorous, like a core that endlessly generates vitality, supporting the normal functions of the body.

The Lower Dantian is located at the Guanyuan point on the Ren Meridian, three inches below the navel.

It's regarded as the place where essence is stored, holding the most fundamental and refined essence of the body.

This essence, like a treasure buried deep underground, silently nourishes every cell and tissue, granting life enduring support.

After all this time cultivating, I've only managed to open the Lower Dantian. As for the Middle and Upper Dantians, I still haven't succeeded in cultivating them."

Liu Feng finished speaking, paused, and looked at Nuwa and Fuxi to see if they had gained any insight.

But he found they had already closed their eyes.

Faint fluctuations once again emanated from them.

Clearly, they really had gained insight.

At this, Liu Feng felt a pang of imbalance.

How could this be?

Could it be that Master and Martial Uncle, just by hearing his explanation, would succeed in opening all three Dantians?

If so, that would be too crushing!

The gap between people was indeed far greater than the gap between people and pigs!

At this moment, Liu Feng also realized—the two before him were Primordial Gods, born from heaven and earth. And him? He felt like nothing more than a tool now.

But well, tool or not, they were all on the same side, so it didn't matter. He had only recited the introduction to Dantians from the Mythic Method.

If they could comprehend it, it was because Master and Martial Uncle had formidable insight and great fortune.

In fact, it was only natural. After all, in some era of the Primordial World, his Master Nuwa was holding the Lead Female Protagonist script.

The second Sage of the Primordial World, Saint Mother of the Human Race, mending the sky with refined stones—if that wasn't a protagonist, what was?

As for Martial Uncle Fuxi, though he started as a supporting role.

When the Human Race began to flourish, he became the undisputed protagonist. The prestige of Heavenly Emperor Fuxi was second to none among humanity—no, across the entire world. Even Sages had to think twice before facing the Three Sovereigns of Fire Cloud Cave.

So, cultivating a Dantian from just a few words of his explanation was hardly a big deal, right?

Bullshit!

Though Liu Feng didn't think of himself as the protagonist in his heart, he was still a transmigrator after all—even if he'd landed in the Primordial World, a place fraught with danger at every turn. But who didn't dream of being the main character? Besides, he had a Card Draw Group!

Yet now, it seemed he didn't have that fate!!

Liu Feng felt a bit shut down at this moment.

All of this should have been his!

And now, Liu Feng was starting to see clearly: even if he couldn't be the protagonist of the Primordial World, becoming a Big Shot in the Card Draw Group didn't sound half bad either.

Later, when his master attained sainthood, being the Human Race's Senior Disciple Brother felt pretty good too.

Also, aside from the Dantian opening method in the Mythic Method, he'd read hundreds of thousands of novels in his past life—the power systems across those worlds were as numerous as stars. If, when discussing the Dao with his master and Martial Uncle, he occasionally tossed out a different cultivation system, and they could comprehend it, wouldn't he get to bask in the reflected glory?

Could he start showing off in the Card Draw Group later?

Not to mention, he had the Heaven-Defying Comprehension Buff. Even if it wasn't very high now, those realm divisions from the novels and the classics of the Hundred Schools of Thought might become a treasure trove in the future.

But right now, the Heaven-Defying Comprehension Buff was still too low—he had a mountain of treasure but couldn't grasp it.

It seemed he'd have to keep drawing cards, pulling higher-level Heaven-Defying Comprehension Buffs or upgrade cards to level it up, before he could truly match his master and Martial Uncle!

Just by laying out the Dantian classification, his master and Martial Uncle had gained insights.

Once they finished comprehending, their Dantians would probably be fully opened!

Still, Liu Feng was a bit puzzled—what use was opening a Dantian besides storing more Mana and Qi? It just meant his master and Martial Uncle would have a bit more Mana at the same level.

That part Liu Feng really couldn't figure out.

He was underestimating the Dantian, and he'd soon be in for a shock. What it stored wasn't just Qi—it was Primordial Qi, the Qi of Primordial Qi.