Under One Person: The person is in the Tianshi Mansion, and the body becomes a saint

Chapter 170 Zhang Mingdao cannot die now!

"He's trying to run away?"

"Can you run away?"

"Judging from the background image, it looks like Xiayang Port. We can go out to sea and intercept them."

"Chasing them all the way to Nathan Island isn't out of the question!"

"..."

In a few words.

The Quanxing people have figured out Zhang Mingdao's sea route.

After all.

The company had no intention of concealing Zhang Mingdao's whereabouts and leaked the information through various channels.

If Quanxing could kill Zhang Mingdao.

The company is pleased with this outcome.

Zhang Mingdao himself had no intention of keeping it a secret and broadcast it live in front of the ship arranged by the company.

He fiddled with the microphone and asked to the side, "Dr. Jiang, can you hear the live broadcast clearly?"

A female voice came from off-screen: "It's ready."

"it is good!"

Zhang Mingdao faced the camera and got straight to the point: "Hello everyone, I am Zhang Mingdao, a health expert."

"Last night I had a sudden inspiration and created a breathing method. Please take a look."

"Cultivation in this world proceeds from the inside out. Breathing connects the inside and outside, and is not only essential for human survival but also the beginning of cultivation..."

A member of the Quanxing sect, watching the live stream, couldn't help but complain, "What nonsense is he spouting!"

But instead of receiving approval from his companions, he was met with Ding Shian's cold gaze, the meaning of which was clear: shut up!
The sound from the phone continued.

"Did you hear that?"

"Speaking does not actually affect the rhythm of breathing; it is continuous and subtle, almost imperceptible."

"If you can't hear me, I'll increase the intensity."

The sound suddenly disappeared.

Instead, there was a clear breathing sound, so clear that it was as if it were one's own breath.

The person suddenly forgot how to breathe and could only stumble in and out of the air in sync with the sounds coming from the phone.

His whole body trembled violently, and a layer of sweat appeared on his skin.

Just one breath.

He then felt an unprecedented surge of activity in his innate Qi.

It feels like all my decades of spiritual practice have been for nothing; I don't even know how to breathe properly!

this--?
He immediately understood why Ding Shian had interrupted him so seriously.

only……

The phone stopped making any sound.

He felt a nagging ache in his heart, and, suspended in mid-air in ecstasy, unable to continue, he became irritable: "Why is my phone silent!"

The phone responded while emitting black smoke.

"what happened?"

Zhang Mingdao noticed something was wrong during the live broadcast and quickly asked about it.

Jiang Ling held up her phone and said, "Electronic devices cannot withstand your amplified breathing sounds, so they were burned directly."

This was the first time she had ever seen something so outrageous.

But the facts are before our eyes.

We have no choice but to believe it.

But upon closer reflection, Zhang Mingdao's breathing rhythm is practically a method of inheritance. Just practicing it makes one's hearing and vision sharpen, and one's body feel light and healthy. It's not unreasonable that ordinary equipment cannot support it.

Even more amazing is...

Zhang Mingdao actually revealed his background publicly, allowing others to learn from him.

The road sign organization she joined could never do that.

If not.

She wouldn't stay by Zhang Mingdao's side to witness how far he could go.

"Haha!"

Zhang Mingdao glanced at the phone with its burnt-out components, then waved his hand, giving up on the live stream.

He has no immediate obsession with spreading his teachings throughout the world; he simply had a sudden realization and wanted to share it, as a way of exchanging insights with the world of extraordinary beings.

This breathing technique originated from the murals left by the Ziyang Mountain Man.

Murals can stimulate people's instincts and promote the flow of innate Qi through visual means.

Zhang Mingdao wondered if he could achieve a similar goal directly through breathing, and tried several methods, all of which were useless.

This is normal.

Whether it's the internal cultivation methods of the Celestial Master's Mansion or the methods circulating outside.

Breathing is only one part of spiritual practice.

Practitioners not only need the talent to sense the primordial Qi, but also need various rituals to adjust their physical and mental state.

Meditation, calming the mind, blacksmithing, tempering...

Without a mentor, laymen can't even begin to grasp the basics.

Is there a breathing rhythm that, on its own, can forcibly stimulate the flow of innate Qi within the body?
Zhang Mingdao suddenly thought of himself.

His body has transcended the cage and reached the realm of an immortal.

Is there anything in the world more in harmony with the rhythm of heaven and earth than the breathing of an immortal?
then.

He created a breathing method by referring to his own breathing rhythm and combining it with the murals left by the Ziyang Mountain Man. (Preliminary estimate.)

If an ordinary person uses this breathing method, within ten years at most, they will be able to spontaneously control their innate Qi and become an extraordinary person.

pity.

Because of the separation between the secular world and the world of the supernatural.

Modern technology has not developed any technology related to superhumans.

The supporting facilities are not keeping up.

It is difficult to achieve rapid development in a short period of time.

Zhang Mingdao didn't take it seriously: "It depends on fate! Some people who are destined to see the video will practice along with it, and those who aren't will just forget about it!"

Jiang Ling nodded, then smiled and said, "The live streaming platform is doing a good job. My account already has several hundred followers as soon as I started the live stream."

"Hey!"

Zhang Mingdao was speechless: "But I showed it to the people in the company first."

Regardless of the company's perspective.

The All-Sex Assembly fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone knows that Zhang Mingdao defeated the Old Celestial Master and was an extremely powerful expert, but apart from those who witnessed it firsthand, no one knows exactly how strong he was.

Now I know.

They tried to follow the breathing rhythm of the live stream, and their innate Qi began to circulate actively, showing a subtle improvement.

To know.

Those who can participate in the gathering are all senior Quanxing practitioners who have achieved success in their spiritual practice.

It's hard to imagine what kind of unfathomable state the master of this breathing technique had reached.

It was completely beyond their comprehension.

Corpse Demon Tu Junfang's eyes flickered as he thought to himself, "This person's physical cultivation is truly astonishing, but I wonder if there are any flaws in his character."

He shook his head, cutting off the speculation: "If Zhang Mingdao were truly without flaws, he would have become an immortal long ago."

Look at it this way.

His method is the most effective at restraining Zhang Mingdao.

I'm really curious about what the three corpses of the greatest person in the world look like!
Tu Junfang had no urge to challenge Zhang Mingdao alone, and silently turned his gaze to Ding Shian.

If there's anyone in the Quanxing sect who could stop Zhang Mingdao in a few moves, it would probably be Ding Shian.

Ding Shian did not step forward.

No matter what methods others use, they can't use them.

No matter how many people go, their formation will be broken and they will scatter and flee in an instant.

unexpectedly.

Full of fighting spirit, Ding Shian listened to the breathing sounds again on his phone and immediately changed his attitude: "Zhang Mingdao cannot die now!"

Gong Qing's eyes flickered: "If he doesn't die, the entire Quanxing sect, and even our own, will lose all face."

For thousands of years.

There are quite a few powerful forces that are fighting to the death with Quanxing.

But no one has ever denied the existence of Quanxing on their own, regardless of any grudges.

It's fine for others to be ignored.

As the leader of Quanxing Sect, there is absolutely no way he would compromise with Zhang Mingdao.

"face?"

Ding Shian acted extremely nonchalantly: "Does the Quanxing sect even have such a thing? I've already joined the Quanxing sect, what do I need to save face for?"

Compared to the possible path to heaven.

Face is insignificant.

He said seriously, "I will go with him to Nathan Island to witness his breathing technique."

Several sneers rang out from the crowd.

Quanxing adores Ding Shian because he is indeed very strong.

But to say I'm afraid.

No, that's not true.

The six thieves and several Quanxing members smirked, subtly revealing their intention to surround and kill Ding Shian, the potential traitor, once someone stepped forward.

Gong Qing had a headache.

Zhang Mingdao hasn't actually done anything yet; he's only given a public lecture.

The entire group that had been summoned had already split.

The ideas are too scattered!

He really wanted to say something like, "Without Butcher Zhang, we wouldn't be able to eat hairy pigs."
But I can't bring myself to say it.

Others might think that the Quanxing sect is full of powerful individuals and doesn't need Ding Shian.

Gong Qing had personally witnessed Zhang Mingdao's divine power atop Longhu Mountain.

He knew perfectly well that without a top expert to withstand Zhang Mingdao's first wave of attacks, the possibility of a siege was out of the question.

Ding Shian did not participate.

The decapitation plan had no chance of succeeding.

At this time.

His phone vibrated.

It was a call that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

(End of this chapter)