No Thought, No Mind

The moment Tang Yu went upstairs, he saw Meng Xuanxuan emerging from her room in a pale pink nightgown.

"How are you feeling?" Seeing Tang Yu, Meng Xuanxuan hurried over and asked with concern.

"Much better. How are Brother Wang's injuries?"

At Tang Yu's question, Meng Xuanxuan's brow furrowed. "The external injuries aren't too bad; I've already treated them. But the impact of primal force severely damaged his internal organs. He'll need to recuperate slowly."

Tang Yu nodded. Wang Meng had indeed acted rashly this time. Dukavi was no weakling to begin with, and the primal force secret art he cultivated was quite formidable. On top of that, he had the Mutant Corpsefolk leader assisting him. Things turning out this way was already a good result.

Seeing Tang Yu fall silent, Meng Xuanxuan hesitated, as though she wanted to ask something but did not know how to begin.

"What is it? Just say it." Tang Yu had always been straightforward, and seeing her hesitant expression, he could not help saying so.

"Why did Xia Linlin suddenly become like this? I remember she wasn't like this when I first met her."

Hearing Meng Xuanxuan say that, Tang Yu's thoughts drifted, as though he had recalled the past. But he quickly shook his head. "People change."

People change! After saying that, Tang Yu went downstairs and headed straight for Meng Xuanxuan's training room. It was already July 3. He would report to school the day after tomorrow, so he had to bring both his physical and mental condition to their peak.

Once in the training room, Tang Yu did not begin training right away. He first loosened up his muscles and joints, then took off his shirt, revealing his lean, powerful physique.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Punch after punch landed on the flexible carbon-steel target, and the readings appeared: 573! 774! 892!

Each punch was stronger than the last, and the target swayed more violently each time. Only after the final strike, when the display settled at 1650, did Tang Yu stop.

Rubbing his right shoulder, Tang Yu's expression remained calm as still water. This battle has reduced my combat power by at least forty percent, but I gained a great deal as well. If I can fuse the force techniques of Primordial Martial Way and Shattering Heart Palm, my explosive combat power should rise even further!

Though he thought so, Tang Yu knew it would take a fairly long time. His injuries needed to be nursed back to health before he could turn those gains into real strength. All of that took time, but time was exactly what he lacked. He would enroll on July 5, and military training would officially begin on the 10th. Time! Time! What Tang Yu lacked most now was time.

This kind of training would not produce much effect anyway, so Tang Yu simply gave up on physical training. Instead, he sat cross-legged, preparing to properly regulate the flow of energy within his body.

When martial artists cultivated, they held their breath, focused their minds, meditated on their spirit, emptied their thoughts, and calmed their hearts. Only then could they use their powerful mental strength to sense and control the primal force within their cells, using that cellular primal force to nourish the flesh.

Once one reached a higher realm, the Divine Transformation Realm, one could begin trying to absorb external power, releasing mental strength outward to absorb the various energies of the universe and starry sky, strengthening the body, spirit, and mind. But Tang Yu could not do that yet. What he needed to do now was mobilize the primal force in his own cells to nourish his injured tissues.

Normally, this was an extremely taxing task for one's mental strength. If an ordinary expert wanted to heal injuries this way, they would need at least three to five days of recuperation to recover. But Tang Yu was different. He had the black crystal. Whenever his mental strength was exhausted, he could simply send his consciousness into the black crystal between his brows to replenish himself. Once he emerged, he would be full of vigor again.

He cultivated like this until noon, when his stomach began growling. Only then did Tang Yu awaken from his meditative state.

"You're awake!" Seeing Tang Yu wake up, Meng Xuanxuan snapped back to her senses as well. "You must be hungry. The food I ordered just arrived. Let's eat first."

When he reached the living room, Wang Meng had already awakened. Though his face was still somewhat pale, he looked much better than before.

"Brother Wang, how do you feel?"

"I'm fine, just a minor injury. I'll go back and recuperate properly later. I'll be fine in ten days or half a month." Wang Meng shook his head at Tang Yu's question. For an expert whose gene count had surpassed three hundred, both mental strength and cellular primal force were far stronger than Tang Yu's. That had little to do with explosive combat power.

"That's good. Brother Wang, you were far too impulsive this time. I'll deal with Dukavi. You didn't need to take that risk!"

Tang Yu had arrived in time this time. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"A-Long and A-Qiang were raised by me. I taught them martial arts hand in hand, until their primal force awakened and they became official martial artists. Whenever I think of Dukavi killing them, it feels like my heart is being cut apart. That's why I..." Wang Meng sighed, a trace of desolation on his face. He only blamed himself for not being strong enough. Otherwise, he would have killed Dukavi with his own hands.

"Brother Wang, don't worry. I'll definitely slaughter him myself and avenge A-Long and A-Qiang!" Tang Yu's face darkened. He did not conceal the killing intent in his words in the slightest. Even Meng Xuanxuan, standing nearby, shuddered at the murderous intent in his heart.

"Tang Yu, don't act rashly. You're not Dukavi's match right now. If you strike without thinking, you'll only be the one who gets hurt in the end!" Meng Xuanxuan hurriedly tried to persuade him. This time, Dukavi had been worn down by Wang Meng first, which was why Tang Yu had been able to win. But such luck would not come every time.

"Miss Meng is right. Dukavi's gene count may only be 200, but his explosive combat power is around 2700. He's already close to my level. And he has a level-four mutant creature, the Mutant Corpsefolk leader, by his side. If you truly fight him, you won't be his match. Don't do anything reckless." Wang Meng also spoke up to dissuade him.

"Brother Wang, don't worry. I won't do anything I'm not confident about."

By the time Wang Meng left in a car, it was already past three in the afternoon. Tang Yu returned to the training room, intending to test his full-power burst and see how much of his strength had recovered. Although his gene count had broken through to 150, he still did not know the true limit of his explosive combat power.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After loosening up, he threw three consecutive punches. Each one carried over a thousand pounds of force, yet Tang Yu frowned. The third punch was the strongest, displaying 2290! But it was not the number Tang Yu had expected. By his earlier calculations, the force of that punch should have exceeded 2500. Yet it still fell short.

"Where exactly am I lacking?"

Primordial Martial Way could not increase a person's primal force output. It merely contained countless martial techniques, and Tang Yu could only be said to have grasped the barest surface of them. Although the Shattering Heart Palm taught by Qin Bo was a palm technique, it actually explained the use and eruption of primal force. Take inch force, for example: concentrating power at one point and releasing it explosively could produce tremendous might.

Dukavi's move from yesterday suddenly surfaced in Tang Yu's mind—Spiral Force. Unlike the point-based explosion in Shattering Heart Palm, this move transformed force into a vortex that blasted into the enemy's body, disrupting the flow of energy within them and causing damage. It could not only destroy the enemy's bodily functions, but also throw their breath into disorder. If they forced themselves to continue fighting, they might lose control of their own primal force and suffer deviation.

"How is this Spiral Force unleashed?" Tang Yu had a feeling that if he could comprehend how Dukavi released Spiral Force, his primal force output would definitely rise by another level.

As he pondered, Tang Yu's consciousness gradually sank into the black crystal between his brows. With Spiral Force on his mind, mist filled the consciousness space within the black crystal, gradually condensing into a human figure. This figure looked exactly like Tang Yu. The difference was that its body was nearly transparent, allowing Tang Yu to clearly see the pathways within it.

The figure's arm lashed out like a whip. At the same time, its body spun, driving the entire arm into rotation. Its fist became like a drill, blasting viciously forward. Small whirlwinds even formed around the fist.

Tang Yu's eyes widened. So this was the force technique behind Spiral Force? At the instant the figure unleashed the strike, Tang Yu saw the flow of primal force within "his" body. He could see clearly where the force was drawn from and how it was mobilized. Tang Yu immediately began imitating it.

His consciousness imitated the figure within the black crystal, while his physical body performed the same movements in reality. The only difference was that Tang Yu's eyes remained closed.

"No, no. I'm mobilizing my primal force too slowly!"

The figure threw a punch, its fist wind forming a vortex. Tang Yu threw a punch as well. Though he had executed the technique of Spiral Force, there was still a vast gap between him and the mist-formed figure. He could not even produce fist wind.

With every practice attempt, Tang Yu followed the flow of primal force within the figure's body as a reference for exerting force. Gradually, he began to understand the subtleties of Spiral Force. When he punched, he could now produce fist wind. Though it was still far from the vortex-like force generated by the figure, it was much better than before.

"Tang Yu, what are you doing?" The moment Meng Xuanxuan entered her training room, she found it in complete disarray. Training equipment lay scattered all over the floor, yet Tang Yu was utterly unaware, his eyes closed as he repeated the same move over and over.

"Heavens! The realm of No Thought, No Mind!" Meng Xuanxuan cried out once she realized what was happening. She had never imagined that Tang Yu, whose gene count was only 150, had already comprehended the realm of No Thought, No Mind.