Those Who Had Entered the Realm and Those Who Had Not

"All right, I'll cultivate!"

In the medical room, Zhang Weimeng finally accepted an additional understanding of life.

He needed to cultivate Zhang Xuezhou's "Sunflower Manual internal cultivation," and he also needed to cultivate the "Six Meridian Divine Sword."

If he succeeded, he too could use internal cultivation to heal injuries with his bare hands.

For Zhang Weimeng, whose heart was full of the spirit of martial heroes, even if his little martial arts books were copied from others, that did not stop him from longing to roam the jianghu with a sword in hand.

Serializing a martial arts novel did not require him to write out the full cultivation method of the Nine Yin True Scripture; a few lines of nonsense were enough to bluff his way through. Yet the Zhang Household had a complete version of the Nine Yin True Scripture's cultivation method, simply because Zhang Weimeng had once made repeated attempts at it himself.

Unfortunately, the results of his attempts had been disappointing. Abilities were one thing, novels another. He had blindly practiced the Nine Yin True Scripture for years without managing to display the slightest ability.

What Zhang Xuezhou said was wildly fanciful. It sounded like the ravings of a madman, and it also sounded as if he were blindly fooling around with a made-up version of the Nine Yin True Scripture.

But Zhang Weimeng felt willing to give it a try.

After all, Zhang Xuezhou could fool around, but his pain and bleeding were real, and so was the healing.

"Fengchi, Tianfu, Yinqiao, Yangwei..."

After nodding earnestly, Zhang Weimeng found all sorts of unfamiliar terms pouring from Zhang Xuezhou's mouth, accompanied by pain wherever Zhang Xuezhou pressed on his body.

"Remember them clearly. You can't get a single thing wrong, or you'll be in a lot