An Uninvited Guest

Fang Jun noticed that although Chu Tianshu had closed his eyes at first, his eyeballs were clearly moving and he couldn't stay still.

His breathing was rapid and forceful, displaying his strong physique, but also revealing his hurriedness.

About three minutes later, his eyelids calmed down and stopped moving.

Each breath was drawn out, thick and long, yet the sound of breathing remained clearly audible.

But it wasn't that kind of rapid panting; it was more like...

Fang Jun thought for a moment.

Oh, right, it's like a draft!

Even the wind needs time to pass through a heavy and solid hall.

When the wind flowed through Chu Tianshu's body, it was as if he were passing through a grand hall.

The sound of the wind was held back by the grand hall, slowing down for more than two minutes.

The breathing method that Rapid Attainment Art should be practiced with a calm and composed mind, like sitting firmly in a golden palace.

Chu Tianshu began to feel the peristalsis of his internal organs and the movement of his muscles again.

My heartbeat was like a slow and solemn war drum, my stomach and intestines were like a faintly trembling horn, and my lungs, spleen, and kidneys all seemed to be making a heavy, misty sound.

In the past, whether it was a rumbling stomach or a pounding heart, it was actually quite different from real thunder.

It's not just a huge difference in loudness, but also a difference in timbre.

Whether it's a rumbling stomach or a heartbeat, it's all too monotonous.

When thunder is recorded in writing, it usually sounds like just a short, loud boom.

However, the connection between thunderclouds and the earth, the signs before the power is turned on, and the effects after it is turned on.

All of these combined constitute the thunderous sound that the ancients perceived in nature.

Thunder can be divided into loud thunder and muffled thunder.

While thunderclaps certainly shake the world, the rapid movement of wind and clouds accompanying muffled thunder, which changes the color of the sky and earth, also possesses a grand and majestic spirit.

On typhoon day, before the heavy rain arrived, the sky was already dark.

Dark clouds hung in the distant sky, and thunder rumbled.

As Chu Tianshu listened to the sounds within his body, this scene came to mind.

Immerse yourself in the experience; the experience is within you!

He stirred his internal organs, and each exertion was like a storm raging within his body.

Compared to the true power of heaven and earth, wind and thunder, this is far too insignificant and minuscule, yet the impact on one's soul is almost the same.

The path of Eating Makes an Immortal and the martial arts of internal organ training are processes that place greater emphasis on emotions than the other two paths.

Some boxers achieve great success on this path, but it's only a physical achievement, not an achievement in willpower and emotion, so they haven't grasped the true essence.

Human emotions are ever-changing and difficult to replicate over time. However, after mastering the art of Eating Makes an Immortal," one must be able to replicate one's own emotions.

By influencing mood through a set of inherent changes in the internal organs, a complex aggregate of emotions becomes the driving force behind fists and feet.

This complex, yet certainly intense, and repeatedly applicable emotional aggregate is called "Fist Intent."

At this moment, Chu Tianshu couldn't tell whether he was practicing the breathing techniques of boxing or the visualization techniques of magic.

He couldn't even think about distinguishing between them; he was completely absorbed in the feeling.

Wherever the wind and thunder pass, the body is filled with a fresh and vibrant scent; the electricity purifies the blood and stimulates vitality.

Heaven and earth, wind and thunder! Fight the typhoon!

Opposing, yet intense and powerful emotions were brewing within him.

Fang Jun had no idea what Chu Tianshu was experiencing at that moment.

But when he heard the sounds coming from Chu Tianshu's body, his ears seemed to have changed from Wind-Listening to hearing thunder.

The sound was so faint, like thunder from over ten kilometers away, that by the time it reached here, it was very low and soft.

But it really does sound like thunder.

"Are you already in the zone?"

Fang Jun thought to himself, feeling a little emotional.

He had long seen that Chu Tianshu was a genius Dual Cultivation of Life and Nature; his Mind Power and magic represented his mind, while his fist techniques and martial arts represented his body.

Such people are rare, but Fang Jun wasn't too surprised.

Throughout history, there have been countless great figures who, despite not Dual Cultivation of Life and Nature, possessed profound and unparalleled cultivation.

Dual Cultivation of Life and Nature simply makes things a little more convenient in daily life and combat.

Fang Jun was truly surprised by Chu Tianshu's current state of practice.

In just these few days, they have experienced so much, and their minds are inevitably still somewhat chaotic. They need to calm down and are not suitable for cultivation.

Chu Tianshu, on the one hand, was moved by Yin Fengxin and did her best to treat him.

One can quickly clear one's mind of distractions and focus entirely on practicing the skill.

Even with new and old things, or even multiple events happening at the same time, I don't feel confused.

When it's time to delve deeply, do so; and when you move on to something else, don't let the past bother you.

This is what it means to be capable of great things.

"It all started as a precaution against an antique thief; I never imagined I'd make such a friend."

Fang Jun found it quite amusing, smiled, and went out to make a phone call.

Chu Tianshu practiced his martial arts for more than four hours before turning off the machine.

Despite being subjected to such intense electricity, he didn't break a sweat; his clothes remained quite dry, though his skin was very hot and red.

"This is the time for spiritual practice."

Chu Tianshu ripped off the patches, hot breath escaping from his mouth, and remained seated on the table, his fingers forming a sword-like gesture in the air.

Four vertical lines and five horizontal lines, the Nine-Syllable Mantra!

For a normal sorcerer, the main focus of the Secret Incantations of Vertical and Horizontal" is the effect of the spell; as for the body, it's just about regulating qi and blood, and incidentally maintaining health.

But for those who, like the founders, cultivate both life and spirit.

The more his physical strength surged and the stronger his physique became, the better the effect of using the "Secret Incantations of Vertical and Horizontal" to restore his Mind Power would be.

Chu Tianshu concentrated intently, combining his surging vitality and vigorous will with the changes in his hand gestures. His body temperature began to drop, and his reddened skin gradually returned to normal.

He went up to the second floor and found Yin Fengxin reading a book.

I leave the TV playing in the background, and then watch it again when the program is playing something I'm interested in.

Where is that painting?

Chu Tianshu said, "Let me take another look."

Yin Fengxin readily agreed, returned to his bedroom, and quickly retrieved the painting.

Chu Tianshu took the painting, seemingly admiring it, but in reality, he poured his Mind Power into it once more.

The scroll remained unresponsive; no words appeared as expected.

This time he drank for a full five minutes before stopping, after assessing his own exhaustion.

Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, Yin Fengxin suddenly asked, "Brother Chu, do you really like this painting?"

Chu Tianshu snapped out of his reverie and smiled, "Yes, it has a lot of charm."

Yin Fengxin lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then said, "Then I'll give it to you."

Chu Tianshu asked in surprise, "This was left by your mother."

What my mother truly cherished was that piece of jade.

Yin Fengxin shook his head and smiled, "I don't know anything about appreciating paintings. This thing has just been gathering dust under my bed. I'd rather give it to someone who truly appreciates it."

Chu Tianshu felt that even though he had rested for a day, he was actually more pessimistic.

"Calligraphy and painting are the easiest things to share."

Chu Tianshu said, "If you keep it, I can look at it whenever I want."

Yin Fengxin smiled and said, "Then you can take it for now. Anyway, you'll be staying here for the time being, we can talk about it later."

Chu Tianshu put down the painting and rolled up his sleeves.

"Okay, come on, I'll give you another acupuncture treatment."

Yin Fengxin's expression changed slightly. He swallowed hard and sat stiffly on the sofa.

In fact, for the past two weeks, he has found that he seems to be unable to feel pain. When he works overtime at the company, he sometimes bumps into the corner of the table, but he doesn't feel much pain.

But Chu Tianshu's needles...

"Ah!!"

Fang Jun went out for a while, and when he came back, he heard Yin Fengxin's screams.

He listened intently.

Hmm, the rhythm is familiar, so nothing should have happened; he's just getting an injection.

The following week.

Chu Tianshu spent his days prescribing medicine, practicing martial arts, and acupuncture.

However, during meals, the three of them would gather together to watch TV.

Chu Tianshu likes to watch martial arts dramas, Fang Jun likes to watch modern dramas, and Yin Fengxin watches everything and can turn anything into a workplace drama.

As the three became more and more familiar with each other, Yin Fengxin gradually became able to sleep for eight hours.

Chu Tianshu had more confidence in his prescription. He estimated that in about ten days, he could pull the man back from the brink of death. After that, he could get regular medication and he should recover.

But that painting...

He had initially placed some hope in the painting, but despite infusing it with his Mind Power every day, there was still no response.

Li Shizhen wrote books and spread his teachings to the public. If they were simply medical manuals, even if they involved some cultivation techniques, they probably wouldn't have kept them so secret.

Chu Tianshu now has doubts.

Could there be some particularly potent and easily spread poison techniques hidden within?

Fang Jun had been on two small missions these past few days, and it wasn't until today that he brought up the matter of the ghost-raising playing cards with Chu Tianshu again.

"The pulp is made from the bark of a dark locust tree. Custom orders can be delivered in seven days, mainly because I need a small quantity."

Looking at the setting sun, Fang Jun said, "I'll go get it later; I should be back before the sun completely sets."

Chu Tianshu didn't mind, and simply said, "Don't bring glutinous rice buns for dinner tonight, let's try something different."

However, just half an hour after Fang Jun left, Chu Tianshu sensed a subtle change in the atmosphere of the house.

It's strange; it smells like a broken willow branch.