Spirit Cultivation

The explosive power that could blow away three tons of artificial rock, the burst strength capable of punching through a double-layered cement brick wall, the ability to detect most subtle movements within thirty meters with careful focus, a running speed faster than a sedan, and a body fully covered by perfected Innate Qi that could withstand handgun bullets without injury.

Such terrifying statistics, all gathered in one martial artist.

And this martial artist not only possessed an unyielding and exceptional will and rich combat experience, but had also been fighting on the stage with death waivers signed since the age of twenty, having weathered countless storms!

In this world of the Artificial Divine Realm 1909.

Such an existence was comparable to a reborn Xiang Yu, known as invincible!

Even against a squad of fully armed, arrayed soldiers in an open field, this fierce martial artist, unarmed, could predict the trajectory of most bullets, determine the timing of trigger pulls, easily lure them into firing blanks, and then proceed to a one-sided slaughter like a tiger among sheep!

Undoubtedly.

From a common person's perspective, this had already surpassed the mortal.

Surpassing the mortal, was that all?

Lan Yi, expending his energy and precious psionic energy, used his true inheritance Martial Arts, [Zhu Yan Tramples Mountains], on Huo Yuanjia, who already possessed a steadfast belief. Was the effect of investing his heart and soul into his improvement merely to deal with a squad of low-level armed soldiers?

Lan Yi sat cross-legged, floating above the stage of the lecture hall, eyes closed to conserve energy. Behind him, [Cang Hua] had formed two rings, emitting stark white and ethereal blue electrical light, like the divine radiance of an immortal's canopy.

All extraneous personnel had been cleared out.

In this spacious hall, hundreds of sheets of white paper floated before Lan Yi. In front of each sheet, a few wisps of [Cang Hua] steadily released electrical energy, inscribing lines of small, neat characters onto the paper.

From a distance, the gunshots, like a barrage of firecrackers, ceased.

About a quarter of an hour later.

A figure silently darted into the lecture hall, like a monkey in a mountain stream.

"After perfecting Qi Cultivation comes the refinement of the fist to the brain; the restless mind can be like a demon, yet it can also be as calm as a mirror or stir up immense waves," Lan Yi said without opening his eyes, pointing forward with one hand.

BOOM!!

A sudden thunderclap erupted indoors!

An electrical serpent, perceptible only to living beings, writhed and danced wildly, biting onto the monkey-like figure in an instant!

Huo Yuanjia, who had been hidden in the mountains, easily overlooked, was violently thrown out of his unique state.

"You said it was fake, but I was really struck by lightning." Huo Yuanjia raised his hand, revealing distinct black burn marks from the lightning on his arm.

"If you can't distinguish between real and fake, what's the difference between the two?" Lan Yi opened his eyes, revealing a silver-white expanse. Within his pupils, [Cang Hua] had been successfully embedded, transforming into lotus-like circuits.

The electrical light of Daoist Arts and the martial artist's spirit reflected each other!

[Nine Heavens Responding Primordial Treasury] solidified Daoist Arts, Colorless Eyes had been cultivated.

[Solidified Daoist Arts]

Unlike Daoist Arts like Palm Thunder, which are cast and released instantly, solidified Daoist Arts refer to those integrated into the body, which can be summoned at any time. For instance, Colorless Eyes, as long as psionic energy is supplied and [Cang Hua] is not depleted, is equivalent to an eternal Daoist Art, granting psionic cultivators an additional passive skill.

Colorless Eyes, seeing through appearances. This Daoist Art not only provides psionic vision, allowing psionic cultivators to directly perceive various forms of psionic energy, but also dispels numerous illusions and discerns external demons.

At this moment, in Lan Yi's psionic vision.

Huo Yuanjia's entire body was covered in orange-yellow Innate Qi, even his brain and lower extremities had been successfully enveloped. The Innate Qi radiated outwards in a regular pattern, like a furnace burning slowly and powerfully.

Perfected Qi Cultivation, and he had already begun to advance towards Spirit Cultivation.

"How can I release a mental strike that makes it hard to distinguish between real and fake, like you just did, Immortal Master?" Huo Yuanjia attempted to punch, his fist causing the air to explode.

Although the air exploded, no supernatural phenomena occurred.

Huo Yuanjia had not yet mastered the power of Spirit Cultivation.

"Do it at will, and it will happen naturally." Lan Yi cut off his psionic energy, his eyes gradually returning to normal. The lotus circuits in his pupils also vanished, leaving only a faint white shadow.

"This is the Spirit Cultivation chapter of [Zhu Yan Tramples Mountains]."

"Once you achieve my form, you can begin practicing the mental techniques within."

Lan Yi, with a few strands of white hair, handed the completed true inheritance Martial Arts to Huo Yuanjia.

Such a great gift...

Huo Yuanjia hesitated for a moment before asking.

"Immortal Master, have we met before?"

"Yes." Lan Yi nodded.

At that time, he was hungry and cold, and his gaze was deemed impolite, resulting in his ribs being broken by a Dongyang ronin. Without a cultivation method for [Cang Hua], he had nearly become a fresh corpse by the roadside.

It was Huo Yuanjia who had saved him.

Lan Yi didn't elaborate, and Huo Yuanjia didn't press further. The martial arts grandmaster seemed much more at ease. He took the true martial arts manual and said, "Immortal Master, dozens of concession police officers came earlier, but I sent them all away." Huo Yuanjia's tone couldn't help but rise.

Dozens of police officers, and all of them armed!

These officers were naturally there to arrest the wanted criminal Lan Yi. With his spectacular achievements today, the foreigners were grinding their teeth, wishing they could dismember him.

Huo Yuanjia had never dreamed that one day he would be able to easily take them all down by himself. The aim and trigger pulls of those officers were simply too slow, as slow as cotton drifting to the ground.

"They will come again."

Lan Yi knew exactly what kind of people foreigners were in this era.

Huo Yuanjia had only driven them away, not killed them all. The humiliated foreign constables would definitely bring more people, more guns, and even cannons.

There were foreign garrisons in the concession.

Huo Yuanjia wasn't a fool; he could also imagine the foreigners would retaliate fiercely.

"Immortal Master, perhaps you should relocate for now?"

"There's no need. We'll kill as many as they send, and then kill more," Lan Yi's voice sent a chill down their spines. "Master Huo, tell the martial artists outside to line up if they want to be bestowed Martial Arts."

To deal with the foreign constables in the concession, to deal with the foreign army, and even to control this city, to quickly gather manpower and resources for his own use, he definitely couldn't rely only on himself and Huo Yuanjia.

Ordinary martial artists would advance to Qi Cultivation, and grandmasters like Huo Yuanjia would advance to the Great Accomplishment of Qi Cultivation, giving rise to Spirit Cultivation martial artists.

Lan Yi wasn't afraid of the martial artists losing control.

Normal eating couldn't satisfy the intense consumption of Qi Cultivation martial artists. If they wanted to cultivate and fight for extended periods, their only source of psionic energy would be the replenishment from Lan Yi's [Cang Hua].

"As the Immortal Master commands," Huo Yuanjia bowed.

"Tell them that if they want to be bestowed Martial Arts, they must first cut off the queues from the backs of their heads." Lan Yi disliked the queues; he had been troubled by them in the past.

Huo Yuanjia was stunned upon hearing this.

This demand...

It was a naked declaration of rebellion and choosing sides. He feared that not many would agree.

Huo Yuanjia, filled with worry, retreated from the lecture hall. As he turned around, he saw a dense crowd in the corridor, holding the queues they had just cut off.

Even the foreign reporters had cut off some of their hair. Everyone had fanatical eyes, looking on with fierce anticipation.