Chapter 1109 - 287: Inherited Smuggling, Ultimate Control
As for You Zhen, he went into closed training early.
Yu Ziqing wondered if sparring with the village chief made You Zhen's head spin, so he took the opportunity to hide.
Now with another person with an exceptionally strong body, it'd be strange if the village chief had no ideas.
So...
"Ha, village chief, have you already tried it?"
"Hmph." The village chief snorted coldly: "You came back just in time, come with me outside, let me see if you've made any progress over the years."
Before Yu Ziqing could say anything, the village chief lifted him with one hand and instantly disappeared from the original spot.
The opened pages of An History Book fluttered and laughed until they rolled on the floor.
In Jinlan Mountain, bang bang bang, the sound like muffled thunder constantly appeared.
At the village entrance, a crowd of people surged forward, and the auntie in the kitchen's eyes lit up with an excited shout.
"Our village's young master finally got beaten again, quick, quick, prepare a feast, watch while you eat.
Get those young rascals to come and watch, it's a rare opportunity."
A large group gathered to watch the fun, and the young boys and girls sent by Dazhen obviously had never seen such a scene.
With the village chief's current strength, in Jinlan Mountain, there's no one who can spar with him; the village chief goes to play dungeons alone.
In mid-air, Yu Ziqing's figure instantly crossed dozens of miles, but the village chief's figure was like a shadow, appearing closely behind.
His mastery of Kui Step was clearly less than the village chief's control of Half-Step, and the level couldn't compare.
It's certain that trying to dodge would be futile, the shadow of a fist concealed all the vision ahead, leaving no way to evade, only to meet hard or resist strongly.
The role of skill here was merely to save a little effort when resisting.
After all, if the village chief struck with full force, fully exploding, it truly was "the power of one subdues ten," choosing to resist would just have him perform Blood Rebirth for everyone.
Under pressure, Yu Ziqing's control over Body Refinement began to slowly improve.
He could also clearly feel that the village chief seemed no longer pursuing realms, not pursuing power, but the extreme control over power.
The kind where he clearly felt the village chief was already 100% in control, and indeed showed 100% control, but internally felt the village chief surprisingly had room for improvement, seeming to surpass 100%, a strange sensation.
The result was that he only used Body Cultivation strength to be led by the nose the entire time.
He could even clearly feel that as long as he could slightly break free of this control, his mastery over strength would also have a qualitative improvement.
This was something the village chief couldn't describe with words, he could only guide during combat.
For a full six hours, Yu Ziqing was beaten until his face was swollen evenly, looked like he'd gained weight, not like being injured at all.
At the village entrance, everyone enjoyed watching the spectacle while eating, feeling very happy.
When Yu Ziqing finished getting beaten, reaching a critical point, just needing a little more, he felt his body would collapse.
The injuries were very evenly distributed from inside to outside, needing only healing to fully recover, after which he would become stronger.
Yu Ziqing held a small piece of dragon liver the size of a fingernail, recovering his injuries, and asked unclearly.
"Village chief, has your control now evolved to control battles, even control opponents?"
"No, I'm merely mastering my own power, and it still feels insufficient."
The village chief himself couldn't explain it clearly; he was a bona fide practitioner, not a theorist.
Wishing to teach others, he could only do so through combat, observing the opponent's comprehension.
Yu Ziqing didn't understand because, after all, he couldn't even fully master 100% control of his strength now.
It's about controlling every thread of qi-blood, every thread of bodily power, even breathing, blood flow, and heartbeat completely.
When the path isn't open, he doesn't force it and feels that getting 80%... 50% of the village chief's control would be enough.
Yu Ziqing pondered, nodding his head.
"Later, I'll organize my own insights, from shallow to deep."
"Good." The village chief smiled, as that was his intention.
Such understanding could only be experienced, not explained, truly testing talent, something he himself knew he lacked.
Apart from needing Yu Ziqing to take on the task initiatively and produce results, teaching the people of Jinlan Mountain also depended on Yu Ziqing.
People like Er Han, born as body cultivators with great talent, didn't need understanding, they could comprehend things in real combat (getting beaten), but they were the minority.
Most still needed to progress step by step, and couldn't suddenly gain insight after sufficient accumulation.
Even many Jinlan Body Cultivation Secret Techniques had starting points for understanding by the village chief that were endpoints others couldn't reach.
Yu Ziqing wanted to create a weakened version or a gradual progression version.
As his injuries slowly recovered, Yu Ziqing joined the cheerful feasting army.
For these people, the biggest pleasure now was finding an excuse to feast and have fun together.
Yu Ziqing hadn't been beaten by the village chief for decades, which, of course, was a reason to have fun.
After the feast ended, Yu Ziqing wandered around the village, checking on the younger generation and those boys and girls from Dazhen.
They had already become accustomed to life in Jinlan Mountain, even getting used to how easily fights started, sometimes being beaten nearly to the point of bodily collapse, while others merrily watched the spectacle.
Over the years, some from Jinlan Mountain went out for training, and their fame spread.
Rumors outside said that the people of Jinlan Mountain had terrifyingly strong willpower; during encounters with enemies, even when beaten miserably, left with just a breath of life, they could explosively fight back.
Especially that Gu Shitou, who supposedly spent only a few years in Jinlan Mountain, was practically an unkillable madman.
In an unintentionally raised the upper limit of body cultivation.
The young boys and girls of Dazhen, after initial shock, slowly understood the motto hung in the mine hole.
"Three hundred years all beings cattle and horses, three thousand years all Buddhas dragons and elephants."
Although they understood "suffer to rise above others," this straightforward phrase became clearer to them after they had stayed a while and seen much.
As long as they could grit their teeth and endure, gaining recognition, they could leave Jinlan Mountain and return to Dazhen, ensuring a great future.
Yu Ziqing wandered around the village for a few days, then leisurely came to An History Book again.
"Now, let's go to the next sealing.
Remember, don't throw me into that city, just near the person I'm looking for.
If she's in the city, throw me outside it."
Yu Ziqing emphasized, as he didn't want to get entangled with that cursed affliction.
Just thinking of a big-bellied figure made Yu Ziqing turn pale.
If the curse wasn't lifted and a child was born, it would be disastrous.
Both men and women would suffer since no one knew whose child it was.
Moreover, after enduring the ten-month pregnancy, the torment of handling things after birth was unbearable.
This curse was much more malicious than simple death curses, as it tormented the heart mercilessly and for a long time.
After confirming with An History Book that the curse was indeed only within the city and hadn't spread outside,
only then did Yu Ziqing reach out his hand and pressed it on that page.
In a flash, he vanished and reappeared in the wilderness.
Flying high in the air, he could vaguely see the silhouette of a city in the distance, still quite far.
An History Book was perceptive enough to know that if it dared to throw Yu Ziqing into the city, he'd come out and burn it for silence.
Yu Ziqing floated in the air, surveying his surroundings, quietly waiting for Ruan Renwang to appear.