Both Arts Perfected

He had not expected it to be so much stronger.

How could Chen Wu have known that even among those who cultivated this technique, most only used this method to temper their origin seeds with essence after losing all hope of further breakthroughs, seeking to maximize its benefits.

No one had ever been like him, proactively tempering their origin seed from the very beginning.

One had to know that in the Origin Tempering Realm, the qi sea had yet to open and the acupoints remained sealed, making it impossible to effectively absorb spiritual energy.

Trainee martial artists could only gather true qi by taking medicinal pills and tempering their bodies.

Thus, every thread of true qi painstakingly condensed was exceedingly precious to martial artists at this stage.

Only by climbing to higher realms could they gain an advantage upon entering the ranks of martial artists.

No one could absorb the heaven-and-earth origin qi as effortlessly as he could and make it their own. Naturally, no one would squander their hard-won true qi on tempering an origin seed.

Following the method in the Profound Origin Art, he relied on the Holy Demon Embryo to continuously draw in spiritual energy, refining and condensing it with the aid of the qi vortex before surging it into the origin seed.

With the blessing of three souls, Chen Wu's results from cultivating according to the method became even more pronounced, and he entered a state of complete absorption.

The faster the qi vortex in his dantian spun, the more continuously his origin seed was refined, rapidly improving.

Second turn, complete.

"Though it consumed five times as much true qi as before, the origin seed is several times stronger than one at the same realm, infinitely close to the fourth-turn realm. Continue."

After assessing his current condition and having his conjecture confirmed, Chen Wu cast aside all distractions and charged forward in song, scaling toward higher realms.

About half an hour later, the third turn of the Origin Tempering Realm was complete.

Feeling that he had yet to reach his limit, Chen Wu immediately continued cultivating.

About two hours later, his realm broke through again, reaching the fourth turn of Origin Tempering.

"Though I'm only at the fourth-turn realm, the true qi I can mobilize and unleash is more than six times what it was at the fifth turn before. It is even somewhat stronger than the sixth-turn realm. My body has reached its limit of capacity now, so I'll stop here for the time being."

The faint swelling sensation in his dantian made Chen Wu realize that this was the limit of what his body could contain. Wisely, he temporarily stopped absorbing spiritual energy to cultivate.

Chen Wu sighed. "It seems that starting tomorrow, I'll have to focus my energy on the Primordial Palm and the Eight Extremes Fist."

In the end, it was still because his qi sea had yet to open, leaving him unable to store true qi effectively.

This prevented trainee martial artists from using their qi seas to contain true qi like ranked martial artists. They could only condense true qi into an origin seed and use their own bodies as vessels.

If they exceeded this boundary, they risked their true qi dispersing and their origin seed exploding.

Ordinary people would basically never encounter such a situation if they cultivated normally.

Only because Chen Wu's circumstances were unusual did his advancement require more than that of ordinary people.

The residential complex was as peaceful as ever in the early morning, apart from the faint footsteps of people heading to work.

Chen Wu got up early. Just after washing up, he heard his phone ring. When he picked it up, he saw a notification that the twenty-point reward for capturing the cultist had been credited.

Then came a call from the courier, asking him to remotely open the apartment building door. Soon after, a waist-high pill furnace was carried in by a courier who clearly practiced external martial arts.

With Chen Wu's help, the pill furnace was placed in the kitchen.

"Please sign for it."

At the courier's request, he filled out two forms.

Along with the pill furnace from the Alchemist Sub-Association, he also signed for the reward Officer Li had applied to the bureau for on Chen Wu's behalf: two bottles of top-grade Qi-Accumulating Pills.

"What do you think this counts as?"

Chen Wu's mouth twitched as he looked at the bottle labeled "Qi-Accumulating Pills" in his hand, then at the other bottle bearing the same label on the table before him. He asked Zhu Wu, his secondary body, standing nearby.

Zhu Wu laughed mockingly and offered his advice. "Ha~ This is called 'spinning a cocoon around yourself.' Don't you have to give President Lu ten bottles of top-grade Qi-Accumulating Pills every month? Just mix these two bottles into the newly refined pills and turn them in. That both lightens your workload and completes the task. Isn't that better?"

"Get lost!"

With one simple word, he rejected Zhu Wu's suggestion. After storing the two bottles of pills in the cabinet, Chen Wu preserved them properly.

After drinking three bowls of porridge and eating four fried eggs for breakfast, Chen Wu began the day's task.

Inside Practice Room No. 1 of Zhiyuan Martial Arts School, Chen Wu was completely immersed in cultivating his fist and palm arts.

Every punch and every stance returned to simplicity and truth.

Throughout his practice, he could clearly feel his physical condition and martial arts realm gradually improving.

Second by second, time passed. Chen Wu gradually entered a state of self-forgetfulness, immersed within it as his movements grew slower and slower.

His fists and palms, wrapped in true qi, cracked through the air. In his hands, the lower-grade Yellow-rank martial arts displayed formidable power.

Meanwhile, his innate martial art, Dual Qi Flow, operated on its own, drawing in an endless stream of spiritual energy to replenish the true qi consumed within his origin seed, achieving balance between inside and out.

With no more reservations, Chen Wu's movements became increasingly broad and unrestrained, flowing as his heart desired.

Until at last...

"Dual Qi Flow: Sky-Piercing Strike!"

Driven by his three souls, his fist-and-palm-combining stance transformed into his exclusive martial art and slammed heavily into the wall of the practice room with a muffled boom.

"Boom~"

With a heavy, muffled crash, the specially constructed practice room wall was smashed into a dent.

The material used to build the practice room was a memory alloy.

As long as it was not completely destroyed, it could restore itself automatically.

Watching the wall gradually recover, Chen Wu slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. "I spent the entire morning training the Primordial Palm and Eight Extremes Fist to the perfected stage, and I even unexpectedly comprehended an exclusive martial art."

Sky-Piercing Strike was a martial art belonging to the Holy Demon Embryo. Not only could it directly wield the qi of heaven and earth to strike opponents, it could also be freely combined with other moves according to the user's needs, changing without end.

Comprehending an exclusive martial art was truly an unexpected delight.

After resting briefly, Chen Wu looked toward the wall lined with all kinds of weapons and murmured, "It's time to consider a weapon."

He settled lunch directly at the mall, then spent another afternoon practicing martial arts.

Chen Wu checked the time. To avoid adding to the mall staff's workload, he packed up early and left the martial arts school.

As he came out, he finally saw the school's resident instructor: a burly man nearing thirty, muscles bulging, his breath deep and steady. One glance was enough to tell that he was an eighth-rank peak martial artist specializing in external martial arts.

Upon seeing him, Chen Wu could not help comparing his aura with that of the cultist he had encountered before, who had also practiced external martial arts.

After comparing them, he found that the cultist was vastly inferior to this instructor.

He did not know whether that cultist had broken through too early, cultivated some sinister cult technique, or whether both were true.

In any case, although the man had felt stronger than an ordinary ninth-rank martial artist, he had been far inferior to an eighth-rank martial artist cultivated through the orthodox path.

That was why, through carelessness, he had been sent flying so easily by Chen Wu, a trainee martial artist at the fifth turn of Origin Tempering.

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