Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 336 This Thirty Years Old?!
This true method requires practitioners to use their true qi to circulate through the eight extraordinary meridians, and follow the twelve regular meridians and three hundred and sixty-five acupoints to establish the microcosmic orbit.

However, after his body was reshaped by the martial arts of this world, his meridians had long since become a seamless whole of "jade marrow and golden bones". The so-called meridian nodes of traditional martial arts could not be found in his body at all.

Xu Yunfan's eyes flickered slightly, and his figure darted out of the pavilion like a ghost.

In a short while, he returned carrying two unconscious ruffians. In the chaotic Jade Capital City, there were plenty of petty thieves who would take advantage of the chaos to rob and plunder. With his Ninth Realm Supreme Grandmaster's spiritual sense, catching such scum was a piece of cake.

With his fingertips pressed on the rogue's wrist pulse, a wisp of Ten Extreme True Qi, like a gossamer thread, burrowed into the opponent's body.

As he circulated his inner energy to investigate, Xu Yunfan's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

In this mortal body, the Ren and Du meridians are barely visible, and the twelve regular meridians are even more discontinuous, which is far from the "network of meridians like stars in the sky" described in the Heart Sutra of Nirvana.

The Heart Sutra states that everyone should have a complete network of meridians.

He reached out to the other person.

No.

Unwilling to give up, Xu Yunfan captured several more people.

His fingertips emitted a thread of true energy, which he then probed into the meridians of the seventh ruffian.

According to the Heart Sutra of Nirvana, the twelve regular meridians of an ordinary person should be like rushing rivers, while the eight extraordinary meridians are like intersecting underground channels.

However, this body currently lacks any meridian system for practicing extraordinary methods, except for the pulse that reveals the state of the human body.

Xu Yunfan tested them one by one, and the results were all the same.

No, still not.

There are no meridians as described in the Heart Sutra of Nirvana.

No wonder his master Bi Yuan called him a Heavenly Demon; such a cultivation system was indeed quite different in their eyes.

But from the perspective of my past life, this was the orthodox path of cultivation!

The path to immortality is like this, and so is the path to martial arts.

The martial arts of this world are based on the cultivation of qi and blood. It seems that this is because the human body lacks the eight extraordinary meridians, so they have turned to cultivating muscles and skin...

Xu Yunfan slowly sat down, his expression dark and uncertain. He glanced at the jade slip that had already cracked into several pieces in his palm and remained silent.

We'll have to go back and ask to find out the result.
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The next morning, at the central square of Yujing City.

Before the morning mist had dissipated, the Xuanwu Martial Arts Arena was already surrounded by martial arts enthusiasts.

The major events that happened yesterday naturally attracted these reckless fools who were unafraid of death to join in the fun.

This arena, cast from a single piece of black iron, stands nine zhang tall. Its surface is engraved with dragon patterns, and at each of the four corners stand bronze statues of Xuanwu (Black Tortoise), their intertwined eyes gleaming coldly in the morning light.

Xu Yunfan walked in as the clock struck Chenshi (7-9 AM).

He wore a plain blue robe, with a Mountain-Shaking and Sea-Suppressing Hammer hanging at his waist, a Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace on his back, and a Sky-Splitting and Cloud-Piercing Bow slung across his shoulder, the dragon head carving on the bow tip appearing and disappearing in the mist.

The moment his foot landed, a series of "crackling" sounds rang out from the viewing platform. The objects in the hands of the seven officials from the Astronomical Bureau, dressed in purple robes, were shattered by his extremely dense aura, and the copper pointers used to detect his aura twisted into a pretzel shape.

"So strong!"

Standing by the viewing platform, Guo Lang was deeply shaken, a shadow falling over his heart.

This person is not simply a ninth-realm expert.

"Xu! Yun! Fan!"

A low growl, filled with gritted teeth, came from the Martial Arts Pavilion on the west side.

Minister of War Zheng You dug his fingernails into the sandalwood armrest, while the faces of the Great Zhou generals sitting beside him turned ashen.

Behind them stood three hundred elite soldiers from the Imperial City Guard, clad in black armor. These fierce warriors, who once struck fear into the hearts of the martial world, dared not even grip their sword hilts properly at this moment.

Last night, the Empress personally issued an imperial edict: "When this person takes the stage, even if there are a thousand grudges, he must act in accordance with the rules. This is a situation that must be resolved by killing the dragon, and cannot be resolved by weapons."

On the east side of the arena, where disciples from the five sects other than the Dao Sect had gathered, a sudden commotion arose. "Is that... the 'Bone-Corroding Incense' from Amitabha Temple?"

A disciple suddenly covered his mouth and nose. He saw several gray-robed monks burning incense and chanting scriptures about 30 feet away. The smoke rising from the incense burner condensed and did not disperse, drifting into the distance.

"Those bald monks have such vicious thoughts."

The true disciple of the Xuanzhen Sect squinted his eyes.

Last night, the abbot of Amitabha Temple went into the palace to meet with the Empress of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and they clearly reached some kind of agreement.

Further away, Su Wanqing of the Tian Shu Sect stood silently with twelve sword attendants. Frost seeped from the wooden box at her waist, and combined with the aura that her body inadvertently emitted, the combined frost-cold sword energy overflowed, spreading spiderweb-like patterns on the bluestone slab.

"quiet!"

As the examiner's hoarse voice rang out, a tall Kui Niu drum was struck.

The drumhead was made from the belly skin of a dragon from the North Sea, and every sound made one's internal organs tremble.

The old deacon, dressed in a vermilion official robe, unfurled the scroll, but his voice suddenly stopped as he recited the rules, as if he had seen some extraordinary name.

The old deacon's Adam's apple bobbed as he finally shouted, "The first to step onto the stage are Xu Yunfan, and... Lord Lü!"

The entire room fell silent as everyone speculated about the identity of this Lord Lü.

"Lord Lü?"

"The top three martial arts champions of the seventy-two states, I've never heard of this person before!"

A rustling sound immediately arose from the viewing platform.

The roster of the top three martial arts masters from the seventy-two states had been thoroughly examined by various sects, yet this name had never been seen before.

When Xu Yunfan saw who it was, even his pupils shrank.

Emerging from the shadows of the arena was a hunched-over, white-haired old eunuch.

The faded indigo python robe swayed slightly as Lü Hou hunched over and took two steps forward. His withered left hand, as thin as a chicken claw, clutched a silk handkerchief embroidered with spider lilies, and he coughed occasionally, covering his mouth with it.

"Our Lord Lü greets Master Xu."

His hoarse voice sounded like a dull knife scraping rotten wood. As he bowed, the purplish-black lividity on the back of his neck gleamed eerily in the sunlight.

When he looked up, a sinister smile appeared on his age-spotted face, but there was no hint of amusement in his cloudy eyes.

"Sixty years ago..."

He coughed again, a rumbling sound like a broken bellows, "Our family presented the late Emperor's 'Iron Certificate of Crimson Power' to the Daozong..."

His thin, bony fingers rubbed the gilded waist tag. "Today... cough cough, let's try a different approach."

Is this right?
Xu Yunfan turned to look at the audience and pointed at Lü Hou, saying, "Are these people under thirty?"

The old deacon unfolded the register expressionlessly, his voice flat and emotionless: "Lord Lü, age 30, place of origin: Yujing Road."

"Hehehe..." Lu Hou suddenly let out a series of eerie laughs like an owl, his orchid-like fingers raised high, "Isn't that why I'm thirty years old?"

As he spoke, he shook out a stack of yellowed ordination certificates from his sleeve. The top one was stamped with a large vermilion seal indicating the 35th year of the Tianshun reign, exactly thirty years ago.

Xu Yunfan sneered repeatedly. The Great Zhou Imperial Court really had no shame. They even dragged out people who were already in their coffins and changed their household registration to show them as thirty years old before they entered the game.

This old eunuch is undoubtedly at the ninth level of cultivation. He has lost his manhood and has spent his entire life cultivating. The Great Zhou Imperial Court is full of hidden talents, and these are the old eunuchs who have lost their manhood.

"please."

Xu Yunfan spoke calmly.

The old eunuch suddenly sprang to his feet!
(Also, I'm currently typing.)

(End of this chapter)