Published: November 30, -0001
The young man stepped out.
"Chen Shao, why don't the three of us practice together this time?"
Each training room in the cultivation tower is ten square meters in size. Some poor civilians often train together to save money.
Lin Tian and Zhang Ying both had some influence in the court, so they naturally weren't short on money. They usually did this to take care of Qin Chen.
"You two should switch to another training room. I'll be training for a longer time this session."
Qin Chen naturally wouldn't agree to their request. This time, he needed to reconstruct his meridians and could not afford any disturbances.
Lin Tian and Zhang Ying didn't argue and quickly went to line up at another training room.
With a "click," the door to the training room closed. The faces of those who had been waiting outside for half the day turned green.
Once inside the training room, Qin Chen immediately began his cultivation.
"My qi pool has already formed, and my meridians are fixed. To reconnect the twelve meridians, I must first destroy them and then rebuild."
Qin Chen removed his shirt, revealing his frail body. He swiftly took out the eighteen Tianmai Divine Needles he had just refined, holding one lightly between his right index and middle fingers. Concentrating his gaze on his lower abdomen, he quickly pierced the needle into the Shenque acupoint at his navel.
Next, his hands moved rapidly, forming a blur, as two more Tianmai Divine Needles pierced into the Guanyuan and Zhongzhu acupoints below his abdomen.
The three Tianmai Divine Needles formed a triangle, protecting the Dantian three inches below the abdomen, which was where the qi sea was located.
The three half-foot-long needles were nearly all embedded in his body, making for a terrifying sight.
The acupoints pierced by the Tianmai Divine Needles immediately sent waves of searing pain.
Qin Chen took a deep breath, adjusted his state, a resolute glint flashed in his eyes, and he picked up another needle, forcefully piercing it into his Dantian.
"Poof!"
The pigeon-egg-sized qi pool within Qin Chen's body was instantly punctured, and the contained true qi scattered like a dragon or snake, rampaging throughout his body.
If a strong expert saw this scene, they would be shocked. Self-destructing the qi pool is practically suicide for a martial artist.
Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack...
Sure enough!
The seven meridians Qin Chen had unlocked were instantly shattered and mangled by the terrifying true qi, like countless steel blades crazily cutting within his body.
If it were another martial artist, they certainly couldn't withstand such intense pain and would pass out from the agony.
Qin Chen, however, was like a rock, sitting cross-legged in the training room, letting the intense pain stimulate his nerves, his expression unchanged, except for the cold sweat trickling down his forehead.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, both his hands struck the ground.
The remaining fourteen needles flew into the air instantly.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
A burst of brilliance erupted in Qin Chen's eyes. His hands moved like dreams and lightning, forming a series of afterimages, dazzling to the eye, making it impossible to discern the movements.
In an instant, his hands stopped, and the fourteen flying needles were all embedded into various parts of his body.
One needle pierced directly into the Tianmen from the top of his head, while another was inserted into the Xinxue on his chest.
The remaining twelve needles were embedded into the most critical nodes of the twelve meridians throughout his body.
"The meridians can now be opened."
Qin Chen trembled in pain, his entire body drenched in cold sweat, and capillaries beneath his skin burst, seeping out threads of fresh blood.
Yet, Qin Chen gritted his teeth, silently enduring this torture-like pain.
Enduring the hardest suffering, one becomes a superior person.
Every Martial God strong expert under the heavens has achieved a hundred times the accomplishment by enduring a hundred times the hardship compared to ordinary people!