The Death-Row Prisoners Set Out on Their Journey Again

The morning mist had not yet dissipated over the martial arts arena of the Red Dust Mansion.

Bao Liang, Xiao Hongchen, and Meng Hongchen had been standing there for a while.

Before them lay three pieces of humanoid metal, Thousand Refinement. The metal surfaces gleamed with a faint golden luster, and the patterns were clear and even.

Bao Liang held his hands in the air, slowly channeling his Soul Power into the humanoid metal figure in front of him.

The next moment, the Ultimate Flame spread along the trajectory of the Soul Power.

The metal surface began to show subtle ripples.

That wasn't a flash of inspiration, but rather a kind of rise and fall similar to breathing.

Bao Liang's eyes lit up.

Instead of stopping, he continued to repeat the Soul Power circulation route recorded in the "Eighteen Black Dragon Forms" over and over again.

"Push, grasp, press, knead, pinch, tap, rub, roll, rub, shake, pat, strike, rock, pull, flick, pinch, rub, vibrate..."

Each action corresponds to a specific way of using Soul Power.

This is the content of the cultivation manual "Eighteen Black Dragon Forms" that Jing Hongchen obtained from Long Xiaoyao.

Moreover, when Bao Liang turned to the last page of the manual, he saw this sentence.

"If the flow is unobstructed, it nourishes; if it is obstructed, it harms; one thought can save a life, another can kill."

He remained silent for a moment, then gently closed the book.

"Long Xiaoyao truly lives up to his Dragon Emperor Douluo."

"Even a massage manual can be written with the feel of military strategy."

"Truly remarkable."

Although they had a slight understanding of it, Bao Liang other two decided to practice on the specially made metal puppet first, matching the Soul Power circulation routes and techniques one by one.

As for why practice on metal... well, nobody knows how this thing would react if used on a person.

Later, they realized that metal alone wasn't enough, so Bao Liang other two tried to test each other's metal bodies very carefully and cautiously, little by little, without letting their guard down for a moment, for fear of hurting each other too much.

The Ultimate Gold of Xiao Hongchen is so sharp and unstoppable that it can be used to test the effect of the "point" technique.

The ice and snow power of Meng Hongchen is relatively gentle, making it suitable for practicing "pressing" and "kneading".

Bao Liang, on the other hand, was a polymath.

After practicing for a few days, the three of them felt that something was still missing.

The final conclusion was that they went too far and didn't dare to harm their own people.

So Bao Liang found Jing Hongchen.

"Grandpa Jing, could you lend us a few death row inmates?"

Jing Hongchen was holding a teacup at the time, and almost spilled the tea when she heard this.

"A death row inmate? What do you need a death row inmate for?"

Bao Liang replied confidently, "Of course, it's practicing the ' Eighteen Black Dragon Forms '!"

Jing Hongchen fell silent.

He recalled the contents of the book "The Eighteen Black Dragon Forms," and the serious face of Long Xiaoyao when he gave him the book, full of earnest advice.

"... Okay then."

"However, let me make this clear beforehand: don't kill them. This concerns imperial law, and their crimes will ultimately be judged by the Empire."

"Remember to leave yourself some breath."

Bao Liang patted his chest and assured him, "Don't worry, Grandpa Jing, we know what we're doing."

As a result, several iron cages were added to the training ground.

The cages contained experimental subjects rejected by the Mingde Hall and serious criminals executed by the Worship Hall.

And they were Bao Liang's practice subjects.

"Let's try 'point' first today."

He concentrated his Soul Power at his fingertips and gently pressed on an acupoint of a death row inmate in the cage.

The Soul Power flowed into the meridians.

The condemned prisoner froze, then let out a muffled groan.

He tried to move, but found that his limbs wouldn't obey him.

It's not paralysis, it's that the Soul Power has been severed.

Of course, Bao Liang accidentally used a bit too much force, and now the death row inmate is practically paralyzed.

Bao Liang withdrew his hand and carefully observed the condemned prisoner's reaction.

"It works well."

"The Soul Power is suppressed below the acupoints and cannot be mobilized for a short period of time."

Xiao Hongchen watched from the side, his brows slightly furrowed.

"If this were used in combat..."

"During a head-on confrontation, having your Soul Power circulation suddenly cut off can indeed be fatal."

Meng Hongchen nodded.

"And this is only the first move."

Bao Liang continued trying.

Using the "grab" technique, he Simulation a "grip" feeling with his Soul Power, precisely seizing the condemned prisoner's joints and tendons.

The condemned prisoner's arm instantly lost its flexibility.

With the "press" technique, he forced his Soul Power into his dantian and dantian, and the death row inmate's face instantly turned red.

He used the "rubbing" technique to slowly massage along the meridians. The Soul Power in the condemned prisoner's body seemed to be manipulated by an invisible hand, and began to surge wildly. The condemned prisoner started bleeding from his seven orifices.

The "pinching" technique targets the muscles and tendons, causing a tingling, numb, and stinging sensation in the condemned prisoner's limbs.

The "point" technique was used again, and the death row inmate immediately lost consciousness.

Bao Liang clapped his hands.

"It works very well."

"To be continued tomorrow."

"..."

The death row inmate embarks on a journey once again.

A few days later, Jing Hongchen returned to the martial arts arena.

As soon as he entered, he saw Bao Liang squatting in front of an iron cage, his finger lightly tapping on the body of a death row inmate.

The death row inmate's eyes were lifeless, but a trace of drool clung to the corner of his mouth.

"Aba... Ababababa... Aba..."

Jing Hongchen: "..."

He silently took two steps back.

How's your cultivation going lately?

Bao Liang looked up and clapped his hands.

"Grandpa Jing, you've arrived."

He stood up and gave a brief report on his recent cultivation progress.

I've already mastered the sixth form of the "Eighteen Black Dragon Forms," and I've basically figured out the route for circulating my Soul Power.

Research on Spirit Forging continues, but it remains stuck in the same place.

Jing Hongchen listened and nodded slightly.

He looked around, his gaze settling on the several Thousand Refinement metal.

"Spirit Forging... still no breakthrough?"

Bao Liang sighed.

"Um."

"We tried various methods, and the structure of the metal is now perfect."

"But it just lacks spirituality."

Xiao Hongchen also walked over and placed his hand on the metal surface.

"My spiritual light is four feet six or seven inches tall; I've made some progress."

Bao Liang's foot was 4.23 feet, and Meng's foot was 4.11 feet.

"Although the combined spiritual energy of the three of us exceeds one zhang (approximately 3.3 meters)."

"But there's still one crucial leap away from true Spirit Forging."

Jing Hongchen remained silent for a moment, not saying anything more on the matter.

He then asked, "Little Bao Liang... when do you plan to set off for the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well?"

Bao Liang raised his head and glanced at Jing Hongchen.

"Grandpa Jing, there's no rush."

"At least not now."

Jing Hongchen frowned.

"Why?"

"Don't you know what kind of place that is? Even being a moment late there would be a huge loss!"

Bao Liang put down his tools and sat up straight.

"I know."

He calmly stated, "The immortal Immortal Herb within the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well is something that, through ten thousand years of promotion and acclaim, has surpassed the previous number one on the Soul Master Dream Ranking and its Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, becoming the number one on the new Soul Master Dream Ranking."

"I wonder how many people are watching and yearning for it."

"Let's not even talk about our Crown Prince, who's missing a leg and went insane at such a young age."

"Just think about those Shrek Academy guys. If we found out where the Shrek Immortal Herb was, or even got hold of Immortal Herb, do you think they'd go crazy?"

"Or rather, across the entire Douluo Continent and the Sun Moon Continent, how many people would be so crazy as to take risks and resort to any means necessary?"

Jing Hongchen fell silent.

He knew that what Bao Liang said was true.

Certain, certain, and bound to happen.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have forced Ye Yulin to swear an oath using her Martial Soul.

Even Ye Yulin himself admitted that he might not be able to resist the temptation or have any impure thoughts.

Let alone others?