A Heavenly Script No One Could Understand!

Southwest Military Region.

On the massive parade ground.

More than eight thousand soldiers stood in neat formation.

They carried no heavy artillery; even their rifles were slung across their backs.

Yet every one of them radiated a murderous, razor-sharp aura that ordinary people could scarcely bear to look at.

These were the marks left by the cleansing of spiritual energy.

All of them had successfully sensed spiritual energy and had one foot over the threshold of becoming First-Order Martial Artists!

"Attention!"

A thunderous roar rang through the night sky.

Eight thousand men snapped their legs together at once, their combat boots slamming into the concrete with a deafening boom.

Zhao Dingbang, commander of the Southwest Military Region, strode up onto the reviewing platform.

He did not take a microphone. Instead, he directly circulated the true qi he had only recently condensed within his body.

"Train soldiers for a thousand days, use them in a single moment!"

"The nation had you cultivate not so you could play hero or throw your weight around!"

"You all watched the News Broadcast just now."

"At ten o'clock tomorrow morning, Breathing Methods will be fully released to the public!"

"From this moment on."

"You are no longer merely ordinary soldiers!"

"You are the seed spreaders of Dragon Country's martial path, the pillars that uphold social order!"

"You will be dispersed and assigned to police stations, fire departments, hospitals, and even major state-owned enterprises across every city!"

"Go teach them!"

"Go arm them!"

"Do you understand?"

Eight thousand officers and soldiers roared as one, their voices shaking the heavens.

"Understood!"

"Board the vehicles!"

Rumble—

Hundreds of military transport trucks started up at once.

Like an iron dragon, the convoy drove out through the gates of the military region and sped off in every direction.

Inside the truck compartments.

The soldiers sat bolt upright.

They gripped the field packs in their hands tightly.

Inside those packs were the Basic Breathing Technique Training Manual and the Martial Artist Discipline Regulations, printed overnight by the state.

They understood clearly.

This journey meant becoming sparks.

They would scatter the sparks of martial arts across all of Dragon Country.

The night was as black as ink, while thick clouds blotted out the starlight.

Shu Capital.

Third Fire Brigade.

Captain Li Gang led every member of his team in formation beneath the training ground's floodlights.

The night breeze was slightly cool.

Yet fine beads of sweat had appeared on the foreheads of the dozens of young men.

Half an hour earlier, they had received a strict order from above: all personnel were to assemble and welcome a special instructor dispatched by the military region.

Soon.

The shriek of brakes rang out.

A military jeep stopped at the edge of the field.

Chen Feng pushed open the door and stepped out, his leather boots striking the concrete with a dull echo.

"Third Fire Brigade of Shu Capital."

"Thirty-five personnel expected, thirty-five present!"

Li Gang hurried forward and raised his hand in salute.

Chen Feng returned the military salute.

Without exchanging pleasantries, he swept his sharp gaze across the entire field.

"My name is Chen Feng."

"Starting today, I will take over your daily training."

The firefighters below exchanged looks.

One troublemaker could not help muttering quietly.

"We're firefighters, not field troops. What's with this huge production?"

Chen Feng's ears twitched slightly.

His hearing was now sharp enough to catch a mosquito buzzing ten meters away, much less something spoken at that volume.

He walked straight over to the troublemaker.

Casually raising his hand, he slapped the discarded steel plate beside him.

"Bang!"

A dull boom sounded.

The two-centimeter-thick steel plate actually bore a clear palm print!

The air around them froze instantly.

Every firefighter's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

The troublemaker's legs went weak with fright, and he swallowed hard.

"Did you see that clearly?"

"The Beast Tide is only the beginning."

"To face the crises of the future."

"You people on the front lines, who protect the public, must first become stronger."

"From this moment on."

"I will teach you the Basic Breathing Technique."

"Whether you can seize this opportunity depends on your own fate!"

Chen Feng withdrew his hand.

He looked at all the firefighters and spoke in a serious tone.

Upon hearing this.

The firefighters' breathing immediately grew heavy.

They had all watched the News Broadcast.

They knew that at ten tomorrow morning, they could obtain the Basic Breathing Technique.

They had never expected.

That they would be able to access such a secret ahead of ordinary citizens!

In that instant.

An unprecedented sense of mission and pride exploded within every chest.

A district police branch in Magic City.

Two military instructors transferred from the war zone stood at the front of the conference room.

The officers below sat ramrod straight, scarcely daring to breathe.

"Comrades."

"The Spiritual Energy Revival is a crisis for all humanity, but it is also an opportunity for Dragon Country."

"You are the foundation of public security."

"If mutated Ferocious Beasts appear in society, or criminals wreak havoc by relying on brute force."

"You must possess the strength to suppress them!"

One of the instructors tapped the blackboard.

A complex diagram of the human meridians had been drawn on it.

"The Basic Breathing Technique is the first stepping stone on your path to the Transcendent Realm!"

"The nation is directing resources toward you because you bear heavier responsibilities."

"Now, everyone follow my orders and sit cross-legged!"

The officers swiftly complied.

No one doubted him; they were filled only with burning passion.

The same scene was unfolding simultaneously in countless places throughout the country.

This was a benefit reserved for those within the system.

The nation would never mistreat those who charged at the front.

The next day.

There were still thirty minutes until ten in the morning.

Dragon Country's internet had already completely collapsed three times, only to be forcibly restored each time.

Countless ordinary people put aside their work.

Those who could take leave did so, while others simply skipped work.

Everyone stared at their phones or computer monitors.

On the Martial Arts Research Institute's official website, a blood-red countdown kept ticking down.

[Until the Basic Breathing Technique is fully released: 29 minutes, 14 seconds.]

Every major social platform had long since exploded with arguments.

"Brothers, I bought a huge pile of Korean ginseng last night. Time to replenish my qi and blood!"

"Are you stupid? Martial artists absorb spiritual energy. What the hell is eating ginseng going to do for you?"

"I've already written my resignation letter. Once I become a First-Order Martial Artist, I'll smash my boss's desk first thing!"

"Stop dreaming. There's only one genius like Major General Lin Yuan in all of Dragon Country. We'll be lucky if we can just improve our health."

The entire nation was swept up in fervor.

Everyone dreamed of flying on swords and punching Ferocious Beasts to death.

"Ding!"

Ten o'clock sharp.

The countdown reached zero.

The download channel was instantly overwhelmed.

Countless streams of data surged through the network cables above Dragon Country.

In only thirty seconds.

The PDF file for the Basic Breathing Technique had been downloaded over five hundred million times!

A university dormitory in the Imperial Capital.

"Downloaded!"

"Roommates, prepare to enter the world of immortals with me!"

Zhang San clutched the mouse excitedly, his fingers trembling faintly.

He abruptly double-clicked to open the file.

All four of his roommates crowded their heads around, their eyes wide as saucers.

However.

The moment they saw the text and illustrations in the document.

The dormitory suddenly fell into deathly silence.

The five young faces gradually twisted into confusion, bewilderment, and finally, pure, clear stupidity.

"Sink the qi into the dantian, focus the mind on the mysterious pass?"

Zhang San stumbled over the first line, scratching his head.

"Where's the dantian?"

"Three cun below the navel? How long is three cun?"

"And this mysterious pass..."

The chubby roommate beside him picked up the thought.

"My family's entryway has a shoe cabinet. Am I supposed to stare at the shoe cabinet while cultivating?"

"Get lost! Does your shoe cabinet grow inside your stomach?"

Zhang San cursed and continued reading.

"Guide the airflow downward along the Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian, connecting to the Hand Yangming Large Intestine Meridian..."

"Chongyang Acupoint, Xiangu Acupoint, Zusanli Acupoint..."

"Pass through the Ren and Du Meridians to form the momentum of a Small Heavenly Circuit..."

The entire page was filled with obscure terms.

The densely packed acupoint diagram was marked with hundreds of black dots and connecting lines.

How was this a martial arts manual? It was practically a heavenly scripture!

"Third Brother."

"Can you tell the difference between the Shaoshang Acupoint and the Fish Border Acupoint?"

"I can barely tell left from right half the time, and you want me to find acupoints?"

The chubby roommate swallowed and pointed at a spot on the diagram.

Zhang San slapped the table in despair.

"Was this thing really meant for modern people to read?"

"I feel like a desperate illiterate right now!"

"..."

The internet exploded as well.

After seeing this several-thousand-word Basic Breathing Technique,

most of Dragon Country's citizens were left with their Dao hearts beaten into silence.

"Help!"

"I practiced according to it for ten minutes. Not only did I fail to sense spiritual energy, I let out three consecutive thunderous farts instead!"

"Guy upstairs, that was intestinal peristalsis, not the circulation of true qi!"

"Are these requirements seriously this insane?"

"What exactly does Five Hearts Facing Heaven mean?"

"I tried turning my palms and soles upward, and I threw out my back!"

"I seriously suspect this is targeting those of us who slipped through nine years of compulsory education!"

"Don't panic, brothers. I already sent the diagram to my grandpa. He's practiced Tai Chi for thirty years, so he definitely understands it!"

Wails of misery filled the land.

Everyone discovered an extremely cruel fact.

Even if the country openly laid out the cultivation manual before them,

without sufficient cultural foundations and knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine theory, they could not even touch the threshold of entry!

But soon,

a storm known as the "Traditional Chinese Medicine Craze" swept through every major city in the country with unstoppable force.