Incomplete Meridian Diagram

Ling Yi, the eldest grandson of Ling Changqing's family in Shan Hai Village, had tested positive for Innate Soul Power during the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony!

This explosive news spread through the villages of Ten Miles and Eight Villages in barely over ten days.

Although he possessed only half a level of Innate Soul Power, and his Martial Soul was merely the most ordinary of Waste Martial Souls, "Blue Silver Grass," he still became the object of envy for thousands of people across the twenty-five villages under North River Mouth Town's jurisdiction!

Ling Yi had originally thought that, since the Ling Family's estate had been steadily growing and becoming more prosperous, even more people would come seeking childhood betrothals. Who would have thought that afterward, while more people came by to visit and build rapport, they suddenly became tight-lipped whenever the subject of Ling Yi's betrothal came up.

After all, even with only half a level of Innate Soul Power, if Ling Yi worked hard, he still had a good chance of cultivating his Soul Power to Level 10. Then, if he spent some money or found the right connections to obtain a Soul Ring, he could become a Soul Master admired by all!

Moreover, a Soul Master's descendants had a strong chance of possessing the aptitude to become Soul Masters themselves. The few small families in North River Mouth Town were the clearest examples of this.

This was a leap across social classes. There was not a single villager in Ten Miles and Eight Villages who did not hope for it.

But upon further thought, Ling Yi somewhat understood everyone's feelings.

Originally, everyone had been Ordinary Persons. At most, there had been differences in wealth and poverty; socially, they had largely belonged to the same class. But after Ling Yi awakened Innate Soul Power, they felt a kind of distance from him deep in their hearts.

Just like Lord Ye's Love of Dragons; just like the relationship between ordinary people and superheroes in the television dramas of Ling Yi's previous life—they yearned for it, yet feared it.

No matter how good or close the relationship between humans and tigers might be, no one would want to sleep in the same room as one—especially when it was uncertain who would be wearing the shackles.

"Take care, Third Grandpa! Take care, Brother Bai—"

At the entrance to Ling Changqing's home in the northern part of Shan Hai Village, Ling Yi stood with Ling Changqing and Ling Xiaoshan, waving farewell to an old man and a young man ahead of them.

Calling him old was not quite accurate. He was only forty-two, Ling Changqing's third younger brother and Ling Yi's Third Grandpa, Ling Changshui.

As for the young man, he was the eldest grandson of the third generation of Eldest Uncle Ling Changshan's branch, which had been without Ling Changshan for more than twenty years. His name was Ling Bai, and he was currently twenty years old, only two or three years younger than Ling Yi's father, Ling Xiaoshan. He was now an apprentice at a Blacksmith Shop west of North River Mouth Town.

A few days earlier, when Ling Yi and Ling Xiaoshan had gone to North River Mouth Town and met Deacon Yan Bin at Spirit Hall, they had run into Ling Bai while buying hoes and hoe blades at the Blacksmith Shop.

At that time, however, Ling Bai had not yet known that Ling Yi had awakened his Martial Soul and possessed Innate Soul Power, allowing him to cultivate.

It was only two days ago that Ling Xiangbei, Ling Yi's eldest uncle who lived in the Neighboring Village, heard the news. He brought his wife and two daughters to Shan Hai Village to visit their second uncle, Ling Changqing. During their conversation, he confirmed that the news was true. After returning home, he found someone to send word to Ling Bai in town, asking him to come back and strengthen the ties that had gradually grown distant between him and Ling Yi's family over the years.

After all, ever since Ling Changshan had entered the depths of the Old Forest north of Shan Hai Village and never returned, Ling Xiangbei had reached marriageable age within two years. After marrying a woman from the Neighboring Village, he moved there with his mother—Ling Yi's grandaunt.

Over the years, Ling Changshan's branch had not kept particularly frequent contact with the two branches of Ling Changqing and Ling Changshan still in Shan Hai Village, nor with Fourth Aunt Ling Changxiu, who had married into another village. They all earned their living from the land. Who had so much leisure to cultivate family ties? If someone ran into trouble, they lent a hand within their means. When there was nothing to do, they wove some straw sandals or baskets to supplement the household income.

Watching Ling Changshui and Ling Bai disappear around the bend in the dirt road, Ling Yi followed Ling Changqing and Ling Xiaoshan back into the courtyard.

At that moment, his grandmother Yan Hong and his mother Zhang Xiaoyu were in the Main Room, each bent over a pile of worn clothes and shoes, mending them.

It was currently the slack farming season. The crops in the fields were still growing, so they only needed to go down from time to time to deal with weeds and watch for pests; there was no need to remain in the fields all day. However, the Ling Family raised pheasants and Wild Rabbits, so every day they had to go to the surrounding woods and wilderness to cut grass, mixing it with wheat bran, husks, and the like for feed.

Thus, Ling Changqing and Ling Xiaoshan greeted the two women, then each picked up a sickle, slung a basket over his back, and headed east out of the village.

Watching their backs, Ling Yi weighed the matter for a moment before ultimately abandoning the thought of following them to observe their sickle-wielding and refine the Scything Form of the Farmer Three Forms.

The Ling father and son alone offered too few examples. The useful data he could gather and compare fell short of what Ling Yi wanted. It would be better to wait another two or three months for the autumn harvest, when laborers from Shan Hai Village and several surrounding villages—men, women, young, and old—would all gather. That would be the best opportunity for the Scything Form to finally take shape.

For now, it was better to spend more time studying the Basic Meditation Method he had acquired not long ago.

Ling Yi had possessed this most widespread and basic Soul Power cultivation method in the Soul Master world for some time, but he had yet to formally practice it. Instead, he had carefully deduced the principles and concepts behind this cultivation method.

Inside the room Ling Changqing's family had specially tidied up for Ling Yi to live in.

Ling Yi sat cross-legged on the bed. Before him lay a booklet to the left and a scroll to the right.

Visualize... mobilize Soul Power... from the point at the side of the little fingernail on the right hand, to the point at the tip of the little finger when making a fist, to the wrist... to the elbow... then to the armpit of the right arm... through the heart... gathering three finger-widths below the navel in the lower abdomen...

That was what Ling Yi had extracted from the three thin pages of the Basic Meditation Method booklet on his left.

Shifting his gaze from the booklet to the unfolded scroll on his right, Ling Yi's expression became much more solemn.

The scroll depicted a naked man standing with his arms naturally hanging at his sides. Lines and little red dots covered the man's body, making the scroll seem somewhat bizarre and unsettling.

"Human Meridian Diagram" · Incomplete!

What a pity~ Ling Yi lowered his eyes to the incomplete diagram, which was far cruder than the Human Meridian Vine that had flashed briefly across the television dramas of his previous life, and felt considerable regret.

There was no helping it. Who could have imagined that they would transmigrate, and then memorize in advance the materials they might need after transmigrating?

Even this incomplete diagram, which contained only the rough paths of the Twelve Principal Meridians and Eight Extraordinary Meridians and covered roughly seventy to eighty percent of the Acupoints within them, had taken Ling Yi great effort to reproduce after his Mental Strength awakened and the memories of his previous life became increasingly clear.

If his soul origin had not grown stronger, allowing him to revisit the memories of his previous life to a limited extent, he would not even have been able to reproduce that seventy to eighty percent of the Acupoints. At most, he would have recalled the approximate routes of a few meridians.

What Ling Yi regretted was that in his previous life, he had only dated that young woman from the Nursing Major for a single month. The number of times she had used him to practice acupuncture and cupping had been even fewer. He had only glanced a few times at the Human Meridian Diagram hanging on her dormitory wall whenever he served as a practice model. His memory was simply too vague. Even with his memory cheat, it still felt like looking at flowers through fog.

Perhaps only by raising his spiritual realm several more levels would he be able to clear away that fog and vividly reconstruct those scenes.

Come to think of it, when she had me use needles and cups on her, if I'd done it honestly and properly instead of... I probably would have been able to recall more Acupoints and meridians, right?

Thinking of this, Ling Yi silently shook his head. Rarely unable to restrain himself, he muttered softly, "Tsk~ What a pity—"