Chapter 250

"Each breakthrough in realm represents a qualitative leap, bringing about a dramatic change in your Control over mental power and combat strength."

"Even I, after practicing for so many years, have only reached the third level."

"It's not just mental strength, but also physical strength, agility, and constitution—each of these three attributes has corresponding cultivation methods and realm classifications."

Everyone listened attentively, their gazes more focused than ever before.

This was the first time they had encountered this level of knowledge; it was like discovering a completely new world.

"Director Zhang, what are the differences between these six realms?" Shen Xing asked curiously.

Zhang Yu seemed to have anticipated this question and smiled, saying, "The relevant information is all recorded in this book; you can look it up yourselves later."

"However, I can demonstrate the power of the third level of spiritual power: Manifestation."

He pointed to the sky outside the window. "Look over there, isn't there a dark cloud over there?"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked up.

At that moment, not far from the building, a sizable dark cloud hung low in the sky, casting a shadow over the street below.

Zhang Yu slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched, and an invisible spiritual fluctuation emanated from it.

Under their gaze, they saw a fist.

A giant, transparent fist materialized out of thin air beneath the clouds.

That fist was about half the size of a basketball court, with five distinct fingers, like a transparent giant raising his right arm high.

The next second, the fist slammed upwards and exploded instantly in the clouds!

"Boom--!"

A powerful mental wave swept through, instantly dispelling the dark clouds that had shrouded the street, which vanished without a trace.

Even as the sunlight streamed down from the Firmament and Zhang Yu withdrew his right hand, everyone remained staring blankly out the window, unable to recover for a long time.

The destructive power and the range are simply outrageous!

"This is the third level of spiritual power: the power of Manifestation."

Zhang Yu put his hands back into his suit pockets and explained, "I'm releasing my mental energy, compressing and condensing it into a tangible form to deliver a physical blow to the target."

"At the same time, you can also transform your mental energy into various forms such as armor, shields, and longswords, achieving a combination of offense and defense."

"In the later stages of the third level, one can further enhance the power of Manifestation by continuously compressing mental energy."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the three young men's faces. "The mysteries of the human body are boundless. No matter what kind of power it is, reaching its extreme can be earth-shattering."

"We humans on Blue Star, unlike those military units, cannot directly enhance our potential and combat power by absorbing souls."

"But we can achieve a level comparable to other soldiers of the same rank by continuously developing the potential within the human body."

Qin Lang and Xu Jiayi listened attentively, their eyes gleaming with eager anticipation.

Shen Xing was even more excited, because he had already mastered the skill of 'Mental Energy Control' and knew the power of this force.

This method of manipulating mental energy to attack enemies was something he had always dreamed of.

If one can study in depth, it is not impossible to reach Zhang Yu's level.

At that time, in his normal state, he would be a powerful mentalist, sitting in a wheelchair, able to kill enemies from thousands of miles away with a single thought.

If you encounter a large number of enemies, activate your 'Arcane Blue Dragon' form and bombard them with spells.

If an enemy gets close to him, he activates his 'Ruin Black Dragon' form and crushes the enemy to death with a single slap!

With three powerful forms at your disposal, how could you possibly lose?

Of course, achieving this requires consistent practice and refinement.

"Director Zhang... Director Zhang, can we also learn this mind control technique?" Qin Lang asked tentatively.

"Of course." Zhang Yu nodded with a smile, his gaze falling on the two of them. "Actually, you could also try other systems."

"For example, strength, physique, speed, and so on."

"Our Heavenly Star Nation has relevant information on the development and cultivation methods of these systems, and has compiled it into a book."

"Buying a volume individually costs 1 million contribution points per volume, while buying the complete set costs 5.5 million contribution points per volume."

Upon hearing this number, all three of them widened their eyes simultaneously.

After all, what Zhang Yu brought out to exchange with Shen Xing this time was a complete set of mental power cultivation manuals.

Add to that the mysterious building, the Goddess of Evolution Temple, and its value is beyond imagination.

Even the Overlord Rank Soul could never be worth more than 5 million contribution points.

"Director Zhang, won't you be at a disadvantage by making this exchange?" Shen Xing asked.

"Losing myself out? As a senior helping a junior, how can I be losing out?" Zhang Yu said with a smile, "Consider it a Xiao Xiao favor from me."

Since the other party had already put it that way, Shen Xing didn't stand on ceremony and nodded, saying, "Okay, let's change it then."

"OK."

With a gentle wave of Zhang Yu's hand, the two items flew automatically to Shen Xing's front.

He gently held the pale golden soul on the table in his hand.

After sensing the spiritual energy contained within, a satisfied smile appeared on Zhang Yu's face.

Then, his gaze lingered on Shen Xing's legs, and he asked cautiously, "Have you... tried any treatment for your legs?"

Shen Xing was slightly taken aback, then nodded and said, "Of course it was treated, but it didn't help much. Modern medicine can't repair necrotic nerves."

Zhang Yu shook his head and said, "I didn't mean going to the hospital, I meant using the method from the Land of Mist."

As he spoke, he looked at the gentle woman beside him. "Jiang Rong is a hidden class, 'Holy Blood Priest,' with strong healing abilities. She has treated several patients in similar conditions to you. Why don't we let her give it a try?"

Shen Xing's expression was somewhat strange. "This... isn't that unnecessary?"

"Huh? Why?" Zhang Yu asked, puzzled.

Others, including myself, were somewhat puzzled.

Shen Xing explained awkwardly, "I don't think even Senior Jiang Rong could heal my leg."

He knows his own situation.

Even the Black Dragon Lord, one of the Five Chromatic Dragons, who infused him with so much of his physical essence, couldn't make him stand up; there was no hope for anyone else.

Zhang Yu was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed, "Jiang Rong, Shen Xing seems to have some doubts about your abilities."

"Hmph!" The gentle woman's smile vanished, her eyebrows furrowing. "I, Jiang Rong, have been in this business for so many years, and I've cured at least eight or ten thousand patients, if not ten thousand, yet I've never been looked down upon."

"You misunderstood, I wasn't doubting your abilities," Shen Xing quickly explained, "It's just that my leg is a bit special."

"Heh, what's so special about it? It's just nerve necrosis, isn't it?"

Jiang Rong said confidently, "I've encountered symptoms like yours before, and some are even more severe."

"Let me try. If I can't get you to stand up, from today onwards I'll change my name to Jiang Rongrong!"

She rolled up her sleeves, revealing a section of her fair arm, looking ready to get down to business.

"Well..." Shen Xing said helplessly, "Alright, then you give it a try."

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Jiang Rong approached Shen Xing and gently knelt down.

The tight-fitting business skirt accentuated her mature and graceful curves, and a faint scent of jasmine wafted into her nostrils.

Moreover, she was wearing gold-rimmed glasses today, which, from Shen Xing's perspective, accentuated her mature charm.

Before Shen Xing could admire her any longer, he saw the gentle woman pull a dagger from her pocket and, without hesitation, stab herself hard in the palm.

"Pfft!"

In an instant, bright red blood gushed out from the wound.

But she didn't stop at all, gripping the dagger and continuing to cut along the wound until her palm was a bloody mess before she stopped.

Then, she picked up the dagger and repeated the same action on her other hand.

Shen Xing's eyelids twitched as he read this, realizing that this "Holy Blood Priest" meant something like that!

Damn, healing others by bleeding yourself out, that really fits the style of this game.

"Relax."

Jiang Rong's gentle voice rang out, and then she placed her blood-covered hands on Shen Xing's knees.

Immediately afterwards, specks of golden light spilled out from between their fingers, carrying a rich aura of life.

The people in the VIP room craned their necks to look, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Shen Xing felt nothing at all, not even a trace of warmth, and roughly guessed the outcome.

As time slowly passed.

Jiang Rong went from being full of confidence at the beginning, to frowning slightly, and then her expression gradually became serious.

As the last ray of golden light vanished from his palm, his slightly withered legs remained unchanged.

She seemed unconvinced and continued to pick up the dagger, slashing wildly at her own palm, making Shen Xing's lips twitch.

However, despite her repeated use of Holy Blood Healing, it had no effect.

The next second, the mature beauty collapsed to the ground, her lips turning pale from blood loss.

"I... I really can't cure his leg..."

She covered her pretty face, tears welling up in her eyes. "Waaah... Does this mean I really have to change my name to Jiang Rongrong starting today?"

The crowd looked at Shen Xing, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and then at Jiang Rong, who was crying on the ground with tears streaming down her face. Their expressions became even more strange.

"Cough cough..."

Zhang Yu coughed twice and reminded him in a deep voice, "Is your mental strength insufficient? Why don't you send your oracle priest out to try?"

The woman on the ground also remembered this. "Oh, right!"

She wiped away her tears, revealing the Flower of Mist on her arm, and murmured softly.

"Buzz..."

A dazzling golden light Blink, illuminating the entire VIP room.

As the light faded, a tall woman, draped in a priest's robe, wearing a white headscarf, and with long brown hair cascading down to her waist, stood quietly before the crowd.

"Cordelia, please cast 'Divine Grace Spell' to heal his legs," Jiang Rong instructed.

"Yes, my lord," the oracle priest murmured softly, then gently raised his short staff, the tip of which glowed with a golden light.

Under the expectant gaze of everyone, the golden light slowly drifted down onto Shen Xing's legs.

Chapter 171: Xia Wanyin Awakens, Curse and Secret.

Amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, the oracle priest unleashed a healing Holy Light.