Precision or Not

A strand of [Cang Hua] is about one-fifteenth the thickness of a hair.

As a fully cultivated Destiny Cluster, it's not an inanimate hair but a Daoist Art organ more flexible and sensitive than a finger.

Sharp, tough, and capable of changing at will, it can also release psionic energy, effectively penetrate, and stabilize bleeding.

[Cang Hua] is also the best surgical instrument.

The scene of millions of strands of [Cang Hua] piercing into a human body simultaneously is incredibly perilous. With the slightest misstep, Huo Yuanjia could instantly be sliced into thousands of pieces by the sharp white hair, or be burned to a crisp by suddenly uncontrolled psionic energy. This is a tremendous test for the operator.

Precision is the difference between slaughter and surgery.

Even Lan Yi, at this moment, can't afford to be careless, lest he kill his benefactor.

He's not the type to seek revenge only to a certain point, or to repay kindness with ruin.

After all.

As the martial arts benchmark of Artificial Divine Realm 1909, the success of Bestowing Martial Arts will greatly influence Lan Yi's subsequent plans.

Accustomed to boldly transforming an Artificial Divine Realm for his own use.

Lan Yi has no intention of being timid or restrained.

This is also the style of most future psionic cultivators, especially when cultivators from the Jianghe Civilization and Dayang Civilization are fiercely competing and entering team battle mode. Thousands of Artificial Divine Realms being forcibly transformed to change civilizations will be the true test of the resilience and will of the cultivators of both civilizations.

Following the nerve clusters and blood vessels, [Cang Hua] burrowed into Huo Yuanjia's body.

Various data, such as body temperature, heart rate, blood pressure, lung function, Innate Qi compatibility, sensory feedback speed, and the presence of Destiny Clusters, were rapidly fed back into Lan Yi's mind.

Huo Yuanjia's body is very healthy.

Even if he were to ingest a deadly poison like arsenic, he wouldn't die immediately.

Lan Yi's examination also detected old injuries and hidden ailments left from excessive training and arena combat. Combined with the martial arts techniques stored in Lan Yi's memory, he quickly devised a reliable plan to elevate Huo Yuanjia to the Great Perfection of Qi Cultivation. An introductory exercise titled [Zhu Yan Tramples Mountains] was sent into Huo Yuanjia's ears through the vibration of [Cang Hua].

'Zhu Yan, its appearance signals widespread conflict.'

'That's quite fitting for what I'm about to do.'

'Since I've become an Immortal Master, I might as well leverage this identity to its fullest.'

Lan Yi proceeded methodically, as if assembling a model. The silver-white [Cang Hua] in the room began to glow amidst the suppressed gasps of the onlookers, its brightness rapidly increasing.

This was psionic energy being accelerated and injected.

[Cang Hua] meticulously avoided pain receptors, destroying existing tissues while filling them with Innate Qi at the Great Perfection of Qi Cultivation level.

Even with Lan Yi's careful control.

Huo Yuanjia still let out muffled groans of pain as the white hair's brightness became increasingly dazzling!

Even onlookers like Nong Jinsun and Chen Qimei, who were impressed but didn't fully understand, could feel that the Bestowing Martial Arts had reached a critical juncture. It was impossible not to feel tense.

Expel the Tartars, revitalize China, subjugate all barbarians! All nations pay homage!

Everything the Divine Land Empire had lost in humiliation might truly have a chance to be reclaimed by their hands! At that point, forget leaving a name in history; it would be the honor of a founding emperor! What Star Han person could refuse such ancient glory?

As for the foreign reporters, they were equally tense. This was a change more incredible than the Industrial Revolution. Perhaps this world, besides technology, would open another path of competition. They were currently witnessing this historic moment.

"Brother Jinsun, Immortal Master Lan Yi frightens me," Chen Qimei suddenly said from the back of the crowd.

"Why do you say that, Brother Qimei?" Nong Jinsun asked, pulling his gaze away from the spectacle.

Chen Qimei didn't answer. Instead, he handed a scroll of paper to Nong Jinsun.

This was intelligence from his informants within the Governor-General of Liangjiang's office and from various underworld figures. The content was so fantastical that if Lan Yi weren't right there, Chen Qimei would have accused them of suffering from hysteria and unreality.

The intelligence was more outrageous than Emperor Guangwu's meteor summoning.

There was an Immortal holding lightning, sinking dozens of foreign ironclad warships on the Yangtze River, with no survivors among the officers and soldiers.

"This... is this true?" Nong Jinsun's glasses almost fell off his nose from the tremor.

"It should be true. Jingxiong and Huanqing have already set off for Puhai. They need to prepare to end their activities in Dongyang early. They are all going to meet the Immortal Master personally, explain the situation, and implore him..."

At this point, Chen Qimei found it incredibly absurd and let out a dry laugh.

"...I fear they've underestimated the Immortal Master's methods and ambition. If future martial artists all possess the ability to sink ironclad ships like the Immortal Master, no, as long as they are not afraid of foreign guns, the foreigners' good days will be over."

"The Immortal Master wants the foreigners wiped out," Nong Jinsun stated incisively.

If the old hag with her stopped menses had the courage to declare war.

Then in the future, they would have the capital to declare war.

"This is bad. If this is true, the court and the foreigners might come to apprehend him now," Nong Jinsun frowned.

He wasn't afraid of Lan Yi being arrested and executed.

He was afraid that Lan Yi would go on a killing spree.

When gods fight, mortals suffer.

The might of naval guns would be a disaster if unleashed upon the city. And the Immortal Master's methods, capable of sinking ironclad ships, could lead to a bloodbath in the city if the Immortal Master were angered, harming innocent people.

If too many people died, it would be difficult for them to cover it up.

"Brother Jinsun, you worry too much. The Governor-General of Liangjiang is likely too preoccupied to deal with this. As for the foreigners..." Chen Qimei sneered. "...The court fears alarming our allies, but we, whose spines are not broken, are not afraid. I wish the foreigners would come so the Immortal Master and I can deal with them together!"

When foreigners were mentioned, Chen Qimei and Nong Jinsun's eyes turned bloodshot.

Ceding land and paying indemnities, losing sovereignty and national humiliation.

Putting those aside, when the foreigners sent troops to attack, the atrocities committed by those beasts—rape, looting, massacres, arson, and all sorts of tragic incidents—were enough to make any Star Han person with a shred of courage see red, their hair stand on end, and wish they could eat their flesh, drink their blood, and sleep in their skin!

Without power, one could only endure in silence.

Looking at Huo Yuanjia, whose painful groans gradually turned into powerful breaths and whose heartbeat was like a thunderous drum, Chen Qimei felt that they would likely not have to endure in silence for much longer.

"Roar!!!"

The Cang Hua flashed with blinding light, and Huo Yuanjia's beast-like roar erupted in the spacious lecture hall, generating visible gusts of wind and energy waves!

Just as Chen Qimei had predicted.

Puhai, the former site of the Han King's mansion, the Governor-General of Liangjiang's office.

At this moment, the Governor-General of Liangjiang, Zhang Ji, was stunned. He had been in office for less than a month when the sky suddenly fell. The foreigners were going mad. This pragmatic, capable, dignified, and seasoned minister, a true gentleman, was now sweating profusely, unsure of what to do.