"You can feel it? That's because, apart from the twelve regular meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians, the smaller meridians in your body haven't been opened. It's like a great river flowing eastward without any tributaries—how can it nourish the entire land?" Xiao Feng said, "Congratulations, host, you've entered the Houtian Tenth Layer Realm. The next step is to open up all the meridians in your body!"
The Houtian Tenth Layer be fully opened, and all meridians will be unblocked!
Jiang Jie let out a soft breath.
The Ren and Du Vessels are known as the "gateway between life and death," a hurdle that many martial artists find difficult to overcome in their entire lives. However, superior martial arts can be mastered step by step and naturally, which is why they are so precious.
Once you've overcome the life-or-death hurdle, the Houtian Tenth Layer is a gradual process of opening up those tiny meridians until all the meridians are open, at which point you can try to "return from the Houtian to the Xiantian ".
In other words, Jiang Jie is only a matter of time away from reaching the Great Perfection of the Houtian Realm.
"The flow of energy through all meridians takes time and cannot be rushed. During this period, you can focus on practicing external martial arts. Your Taijiquan is not yet up to par, and your other martial arts are far from sufficient!" Xiao Feng criticized him mercilessly, but Jiang Jie accepted it calmly.
Only family members know their own affairs.
He was well aware of his shortcomings and weaknesses.
He can barely manage Taijiquan, but his other martial arts are far inferior. According to Xiao Feng, he's a useless guy with decent internal strength but terrible external skills!
He got out of the bathtub, dried himself, put on his clothes, picked up the water glass on the table, and took a sip.
Suddenly, Jiang Jie frowned and turned to look outside the castle.
" Nicholas, Her Majesty the Queen orders you to proceed to the palace immediately. The Regent and Marquis Lawrence have been waiting for you." A few seconds later, the young maid Daphne burst through the door, her face pale, her small hands rubbing her chest, still shaken. " Arthas and his Scourge have invaded Gilneas!"
rock!
Jiang Jie loosened his grip, and the water glass fell from his hand.
Three days ago.
This is south of Greymane Wall, on the Gilneas Peninsula.
Thick black fog blanketed the southern coast, and fishermen from Wind Valley Village were preparing to go out to sea to fish.
"Damn it! I've never seen such a dark and thick fog! It's not foggy season! How are we supposed to catch fish?" Allen spat and cursed.
He's already seventeen, a strong young man, and the pillar of his family!
Two years ago, his father was killed by Murloc while fishing at sea. His body was never recovered, and the fishing boat was also lost. The fishing boat he is now on was bought with all the savings his father had worked hard to save over the past ten years. It is the only tool the family has to earn money!
He cherished this little fishing boat immensely, getting up earlier than everyone else every day so he could go out to sea to fish sooner and earn more money. His mother was in poor health and needed medication year-round, and his younger sister was still growing. Her birthday was coming up soon, and she wanted a doll. He planned to buy it for her when he returned from this trip...
"Hmm, I haven't seen such thick fog in over a decade. The last time was back in Southshore; the fog was just as thick that day, and it was in that fog that I saw Marshal Lothar!" Old John, his hair now gray, carried his fishing gear onto the boat, looked at the dense black fog, and frowned, saying, "With such thick fog, today's catch won't be good!"
" Marshal Lothar! Uncle, you have to say it every time the fog rolls in! I'm sick of hearing it!" Allen replied, then frowned and said, "The sea really doesn't cooperate! I wonder how many silver coins we'll earn today! Uncle, you said that more than ten years ago you saw hundreds of ships break through the black fog, and Marshal Lothar was standing on the very first ship, his hands resting on the Great Royal Sword. You said you'd never seen a hero like him in your life?"
Old John was getting on in years, and upon hearing Allen's words, he began to drift off into thought, muttering, "Yes, Marshal Lothar was standing there on the ship. He must have been in his forties then, right? He really looked like a lion! It's a pity he died at Blackrock Mountain! I even fought alongside him back then."
"I took down seven Orcs!" "You said five last time! And four before that! Uncle, you've never been in a war, have you? You're just bragging!" Allen scoffed, then looked at the black mist again. "Uncle, what do you think we'll see in the black mist this time? A hundred ships? Another hero like Marshal Lothar?"
"What are you thinking? Kid, it's good enough that we can't see the Murloc! Wait, what's that... No!" Old John suddenly leaped forward, pouncing on Allen and knocking him to the ground. "Run! Run! Tell the sheriff! There's an enemy invasion!"
enemy?
Intrusion?
Allen was taken aback, and then he saw a warship emerging from the thick black fog.
Then came the second one, the third one...
One after another, at least twenty or thirty, or even more!
On the bow deck of the first ship, he saw a white-haired man, also leaning on a sword and wearing full plate armor.
What a person he was!
He only glanced at that person, and he felt a chill run through his body, as if he were about to be frozen!
When that person glanced at him, he felt as if he couldn't move at all, as if he had been frozen in place!
"Run! Run!" Old John pulled Allen up, pushed him away, and then picked up the harpoon. "Run! Tell the sheriff! The Undead are here!"
Undead?
What kind of Undead?
Allen finally snapped out of his daze, his expression changing drastically. " Undead! The Scourge! Arthas!"
His legs trembled, and fear gripped his heart.
Undead! Terrible Undead! Undead sweeping across the northern regions! Undead that forced Gilneas to close its borders!
Why are they here?
They came from the sea!
Oh my god!
Kul Tiras didn't notice them? Didn't they stop them?
"Uncle! Let's run! Are you trying to kill yourselves?" Allen shouted, then froze.
He saw Old John pick up the harpoon, grip it tightly with both hands, turn around to face the dozens of Undead warships that were rapidly approaching, and an arrow was stuck in his back!
An arrow made of white bone!
The bone arrow was supposed to pierce his chest!
"Uncle!" Allen cried out, tears streaming down his face.
He saw Old John's blood staining his back, and his back, which had been broken by the years, stood straight at this moment, just like, just like Marshal Lothar, whom Old John mentioned all the time!
"Don't come any closer! Run! Don't stay here! Keep running north! Find a way to get through Greymane Wall! Gilneas is no longer safe! Your father asked me to take care of you before he died, but I can't! Live well!"
Old John roared, and his imposing manner made Allen stop in his tracks as he tried to approach.
He gritted his teeth, almost grinding them to pieces!
He knew that Old John wouldn't survive. Those struck by the bone arrow, even if they didn't die immediately, would contract the plague and slowly become Undead!
But he still has to live!
Allen clenched his fist. "Uncle! I'll avenge you!"
He turned and ran!
A bone arrow pierced the sky and struck his back.
Suddenly, harpoons flew, slicing down the bone arrows. Old John stood on the deck, his back ramrod straight. He was the sole protector of Wind Valley Village at three in the morning, Gilneas at three in the morning!
"I followed Marshal Lothar! I slew nine Orcs! I climbed Blackrock Mountain! I roared at Orgrim! If you want to come ashore, kill me first! You shall not pass!"
Old John spat into the sea, his voice echoing across the shore. " Arthas, you're nothing!"