Martial Boss Chapter 67

“Borrowing someone else’s inner strength?” Feng Jiu exclaimed.

“That’s right, I have just such a gong method that requires the internal energy of others in order to cultivate it, just like your situation.” A wry look flashed in Qing Yu’s eyes as he said.

“However, my meridians cannot withstand foreign internal force.”

“It’s not the same. This gongfu method, what is cultivated is not the meridians in the common perception.” Qing Yu shook his head and said, “The meridians that ordinary people cultivate are what I call manifestation meridians. But there are thirty-one hidden veins in the human body that are different from the normal meridians, so I call them hidden veins.

If the manifest veins are the great rivers on the land, the hidden veins are the rivers that flow under the surface of the earth. The hidden veins are subtle and hard to see, and are not as strong and stable as the visible veins, so this martial art has taken this into account from the very beginning, and the internal energy cultivated will seem to be there, and will not put pressure on the meridians.”

“Then what is the name of this martial art for cultivating the hidden veins? Feng Jiu was overjoyed at the news and said impatiently.

“Its name is, the Black Heavenly Book.”

It was true, what Qing Yu wanted to teach Feng Jiu was the Black Heavenly Book that he had extracted during his time in Yang City.

The Black Heavenly Book was a book that cultivated the power of robbery, which was seemingly present but could be transformed into real and true internal power, which was exactly the same as Feng Jiu’s current situation. Moreover, it can also manipulate Feng Jiu with the “Black Heavenly Robbery” to prevent him from rebelling in the future. Another point was to collect concrete experimental data to prepare for his future cultivation of the “Black Heavenly Book”.

After the introduction, Qing Yu began to teach the Black Heavenly Book, “There are a total of thirty-one hidden veins, which are in line with the heavenly signs. The astrological signs of the Zhou dynasty are always the three gardens and the twenty-eight constellations. The Three Walls are the Ziyou, Taiwei and Tianshui. Therefore, the human body also has the Ziwei, Taiwei and Tianshui veins, which are called the Three Walls of the Emperor; the astrology is also divided into twenty-eight constellations, so in addition to the Three Walls of the Emperor, the human body still has twenty-eight branches of the veins: the Horn, the Hyper, the Diao, the Fang, the Heart, the Tail and the Kei all belong to the seven veins of the Canglong in the East; the Kui, the Lou, the Stomach, the Pleiades, the Bi, the Karaoke and the Sen belong to the seven veins of the White Tiger in the West; the Well, the Ghost, the Willow, the Star, the Zhang, the Wing and the Square belong to the seven veins of the Vermilion Bird in the South; the Dou, the Ox, the Lady, the Void The Dou, the Ox, the Female, the Void, the Danger, the Chamber and the Wall belong to the Xuanwu lineage in the North.”

As he said that, Qing Yu got up and went forward, grabbed Feng Jiu’s right hand and said, “This hand belongs to the seven veins of the Canglong in the east.”

His index and middle fingers were joined together, and his internal energy was stored in the tips of his fingers, and he stabbed at the point where Feng Jiu’s index finger met the palm of his hand, “This is the ‘left horn point’, the ‘horn vein’ of the seven veins of the Canglong.”

“After that, there are the Right Horn, Great Horn and Heavenly Gate acupoints.” As he spoke, Qing Yu stabbed the acupuncture points with his fingertips.

Each stab was like a needle stabbing, causing Feng Jiu to scream in agony.

After playing with the acupuncture points of the “Horn Vein”, Qing Yu then taught Feng Jiu the method of preserving his spirit and refining his qi, and told him to start cultivating.

Feng Jiu plonked himself on the ground and began to cultivate with his eyes closed. Within a short time, he looked happy, probably because he was happy that he could finally practise.

But soon, the joy faded and was replaced with endless panic. Knowing that it was time, Qing Yu immediately went to the “left corner point” and injected his internal energy.

The Black Book of Heaven was a direct method of refining the gods, which required innate true qi to be nurtured.

Luckily, Qing Yu had already reached the ninth level of Houtian, so he had sufficient quantity. Moreover, the Black Heavenly Book of God Refinement was, after all, a cottage industry, and the practitioners were basically cannon fodder, except for Lu Jian and Xian Tai Nu, and perhaps a Ning Ning.

So although tired and sweaty, the demand was finally met and Feng Jiu’s face turned happy.

Leaning a little, Feng Jiu opened her eyes and said with great joy, “This is internal energy, I have cultivated internal energy.”

Although there was only a trace of it flowing in the hidden veins, it made Feng Jiu so excited that she left hot tears.

“Let’s leave it at that for today.” Qing Yu wiped away the sweat on his forehead and said.

“This —— benefactor, this is ——” Feng Jiu saw Qing Yu’s slightly pale face and hurriedly wanted to help.

“No harm, just a little over exertion of internal energy, let’s stop here today, you can come back tomorrow. Remember, don’t cultivate when you get back, you don’t want to experience what you just did again. Also, my name is Meng De, just call me ‘Brother Meng’.” Qing Yu waved his hand to stop him.

Feng Jiu thought back to the feeling that his body was as empty as a shell, and the strange itch was unbearable, so he shook his head repeatedly. But on second thought, “Brother Meng, since this is the case, can we find someone else to inject internal energy to help me cultivate.”

With the help of other people’s power, he would be able to progress quickly, and perhaps, he would soon become an Innate Expert, and the Divine Origin realm was not impossible.

“If you want to go off the deep end, feel free to try. If someone else injects internal energy, it will be like a normal person practicing two very different internal arts at the same time, and I don’t need to describe the consequences to you.” Qing Yu kindly laughed.

“Er ——” Feng Jiu shook his head helplessly.

Although he could not practice martial arts, out of aspiration, Feng Jiu still knew a lot about the common sense of martial arts practice. To run two very different martial arts at the same time, that was purely looking for death.

It was a pity that he was an imperial son. Qing Yu looked at Feng Jiu and thought to himself.

The consequences of injecting different people’s internal energy into different acupuncture points to cultivate the Black Heavenly Book, Qing Yu actually didn’t know either, and had just said so in terms of general martial arts experience. The real situation, Qing Yu was also eager to know, maybe, it would be possible to practice an explosion, or flooding-opening the heavens.

However, Feng Jiu was an imperial son, so if he really screwed him up, Qing Yu wouldn’t be able to eat his words. Besides, Feng Jiu’s future role was important, so he couldn’t be treated as a mere experiment.

“You can come back tomorrow.”

“Good.” Feng Jiu answered.

Looking at Qing Yu’s pale face, Feng Jiu bowed and said, “There is no way to repay my great kindness. If Brother Meng has any future errands, I will not hesitate to do so.”

“As I said, this is a deal. You do what you want, and I do take payment.” Qing Yu waved his hand and said.

“Well then, whatever conditions Brother Meng proposes in the future, I, Feng Jiu, will certainly do my best to fulfil them.”

“I take my leave.” Another salute and goodbye.

After saying that, he turned around and opened the door to leave, that straightened spine showing a bottom that he didn’t have in the past.

Tsk, so soon to put himself on my level, really is a guy who is not willing to be subordinate. Qing Yu thought silently as he lifted his cup of tea again.

Feng Jiu was not willing to be a fop who waited for death, so despite all his trials and tribulations, he still remained true to his original heart. If Qing Yu wanted to control him with favours, it was even more impossible. For as Feng Jiu’s strength grows, his ambition, too, will grow endlessly.

But if it was really just a matter of finding an imperial son to trade, then why did he seek Feng Jiu? There are thirteen imperial sons, and it’s not like there aren’t any who are miserable. If they want to send charcoal in the snow, they don’t necessarily have to look for the nothing but ambitious Feng Jiu.

“Unfortunately, you don’t know that the price I want has already been collected.”

The Black Book of Heaven’s unknown name is not just a rumour.