Du Ziteng's Mixed Blessing

A few days later, at the Purple Thorn Merchant Guild, nearing noon.

Du Ziteng twisted his neck, pulled over a stool and sat down, then drained the tea beside him in one gulp.

Autumn had arrived, yet the summer heat still lingered. From early morning, spit had flown as he haggled until noon, and Du Ziteng felt as though his throat were smoking.

Fortunately, things were finally more or less wrapped up, and the many Demon Hunters gathered before the guild gradually dispersed.

After a busy morning, he had collected a huge pile of materials, but the premiums had been mediocre.

After all, fine goods at fine prices were not so easy to come by.

Du Ziteng could not help feeling troubled.

One Rejuvenation Pill had brought him both joy and worry.

The joy was that the Rejuvenation Pill had worked. The worry was that it had not repaired his dantian sea of qi, but had inexplicably opened an acupoint called the "Shenque."

The so-called Shenque was the navel!

It was very close to the dantian acupoint, yet the two were as far apart as heaven and earth.

Of the human body's eight extraordinary meridians and countless major acupoints, every one of them could serve as the source of cultivation.

Not to mention a major acupoint like the Shenque—even the acupoints on the soles of one's feet or fingertips were theoretically viable.

But that was only in theory.

The reason was simple.

Modern cultivation paths almost all began from the dantian sea of qi. Countless predecessors had gradually refined them, eventually forming a vast and intricate cultivation path and system centered around the dantian sea of qi.

Though this road was uneven, it bore the footprints of innumerable predecessors and could point the way for those who came after.

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