The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 77 True Skill, Alchemy, and Divine Body!

The extraordinary power cultivated through true skill can even affect the blood and qi of a martial artist who has reached the level of mastery.

Despite the distance restrictions, it was already amazing enough.

Hong Yuan now understood why he felt his blood and qi surging when Lei Meng ambushed him.

"Unfortunately, I have only barely touched the threshold of true skill, able to unleash a little true power, while your blood and qi are incredibly abundant, even..."

Lei Meng's two bloody holes trembled, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

“In fact, your vitality is probably no less than that of those alchemy masters.”

"You are exceptionally gifted, which is both enviable and frustrating! You have had what we pursue our whole lives from the very beginning."

Lei Meng smiled bitterly, extremely unwilling.

"The Dao of Alchemy?" Hong Yuan countered, "And what is that?"

Now that the conversation had begun, Lei Meng no longer intended to hide anything. After all, given the other party's level of martial arts skill, such a so-called secret would have been public knowledge long ago.

Even if he doesn't say it, the other party will eventually get in touch with him.

"The ultimate transformation is the subtlety of form."

"Over the years, our predecessors in martial arts have pioneered the way forward and, through meticulous study, have summarized two paths."

"First, genuine skill; second, the art of alchemy."

"There's no need to elaborate on true skill, but alchemy involves purifying and increasing one's own qi and blood through alchemy and medicine. The expansion and outward release of qi and blood is called external alchemy, while the continuous compression of qi and blood within the body is internal alchemy."

Hong Yuan asked, "Which of these two paths is more virtuous?"

"That's beyond my reach."

Lei Meng said in a low voice, "While true skills can certainly cultivate extraordinary powers, alchemy masters have extremely abundant qi and blood, which can largely counteract or even resist true skills and their extraordinary powers. For example, your qi and blood are so abundant that you are no less than those alchemy masters who have increased their power through alchemy and taking medicine. My 'Overlapping Waves Technique' is completely useless against you..."

At this point, Lei Meng paused, then added uncertainly, "I have never met a master of alchemy, and the supernatural power I have cultivated is only half-baked. It is ultimately just speculation and should not be taken seriously..."

Hong Yuan pondered for a moment, then continued, "Besides true skill and alchemy, are there any other paths beyond the subtle realm?"

"there is none left!"

Lei Meng shook his head at first, then suddenly seemed to think of something, and a hint of hesitation appeared on his face: "No! There might be another way. You must have heard of the rumors about demons, right?"

"Hmm?" Hong Yuan thought of the "Miscellaneous Morsels from the Unknown Sea" left by Master Qin, and a thought flashed through his mind: "I have heard of it, could it be that demons really exist in this world?"

"I don't know either. I've only heard a legend that all so-called demons are products of the combination of martial arts and magic. This is called the Gang Body. It is said that once the Gang Body is achieved, one becomes as powerful and ferocious as a demon, no longer human."

Lei Meng's tone revealed reverence.

Qian Shanzhi, who was inside the room, was stunned. As one of the leaders of the Grand Canal Gang, he was already a very important figure.

I had heard of the 'true skill' before, but I didn't know its origins, so I just thought it was a vague rumor. I never expected that there was a true skill in my own gang.

Moreover, besides true skills, there is also alchemy and a demonic-like body. How could there be so many secrets in this world?

Hong Yuan, on the contrary, was much calmer. No matter how miraculous these so-called true skills, alchemy, and physical bodies were, could they compare to the [Tai Sui Blessed Land] he possessed?
Of course, one still needs to understand the true secret manual in hand, because although the blessed land is magical, it is like a pie hanging in the sky, and one can only use the current power to keep getting closer.

"Thank you for clearing up my doubts!" ​​Hong Yuan tapped the secret manual, the pages rustling. "I hope you can cooperate with me well in the future and help me decipher this hidden meaning."

"I only ask that you keep your promise and heal my hands and feet. I have no other requests. You can even confine me. I just want to spend the rest of my life in the gang." Lei Meng's voice was hoarse, and his words were almost pleading.

“Of course.” Hong Yuan nodded solemnly, then smiled smugly. “My heart is set on martial arts. Even if I were to bring the Cao Gang under my control, it would only be to acquire more martial arts resources. If you are willing to work for me, the affairs of the gang can certainly be entrusted to you.” “I am already blind…”

“After a period of adaptation, even if you are blind, you will still be far superior to ordinary martial artists who have entered the realm of strength. Besides, you did not leave your lair for many years before you went blind. What difference does it make?” Hong Yuan said calmly.

Lei Meng breathed a sigh of relief.

Qian Shanzhi bowed, his lowered face showing a change in expression. If Lei Meng continued to hold power, how could things be good for him?

Helplessly, he had no say in front of Hong Yuan, and then Lei Meng's cold voice rang in his ears: "Qian Laosi, I'm going to explain the real skills, do you want to listen too?"

Qian Shanzhi gave an awkward smile, quickly bowed to Hong Yuan, and hurriedly left the house, but did not go far, waiting outside the courtyard.

A moment later, a clear voice came from inside the room: "Manager Qian, come in."

Qian Shanzhi hurriedly ran inside and saw Hong Yuan put the 'Heavenly One True Water Skill' into his sleeve, ignoring the other three books, and beckoning to him.

Qian Shanzhi immediately stepped forward, bowing his head and asking, "What are your orders, my lord?"

Hong Yuan glanced at Lei Meng and laughed, "Go outside and find a good feng shui spot, preferably one where you can see the headquarters of the Canal Gang, take this rice-wasting bastard out and give him a proper burial!"

"what?!"

It wasn't Lei Meng who exclaimed in surprise, but Qian Shanzhi.

Hong Yuan smiled and looked at him: "What? You're wasting rice too?"

Before Qian Shanzhi could reply, Lei Meng's expression changed drastically, and he hissed, "You..."

puff!
Before Lei Meng could utter a sound, Hong Yuan, with practiced ease, waved his hand, and a teacup on the table spun out like an arrow, shattering Lei Meng's teeth and sending shards of porcelain into his mouth.

Lei Meng's face contorted, the large chair he was sitting on shattered, and he fell to the ground, still staring at Hong Yuan with his empty, bloody eyes.

"Don't stare at me like that. I only said I wouldn't kill you, not that I wouldn't let others kill you. Besides, you were playing tricks when you were explaining the true skills. Do you think I can't tell?" Hong Yuan smiled lightly and said leisurely, "Besides, senior, you've lived for so many years. Haven't you heard the principle that the less a person has, the more they emphasize something? I'll teach you this principle. Remember it well in your next life."

As he spoke, Hong Yuan walked straight outside, his voice drifting back: "By the way, Manager Qian, I suddenly think it's better not to waste food. Let's just throw it into the river to feed the fish."

Qian Shanzhi's legs went weak, and he knelt down on the ground: "Yes!"

Hong Yuan walked through the corridor, and the members of the Canal Gang bowed to him with panic on their faces. Soon he returned to the main hall, where a strong, pungent smell of blood hit him.

Hong Yuan glanced inside and saw that the hall was filled with corpses, with only three or four people standing there panting heavily, each still holding a weapon, facing each other, not daring to relax in the slightest.

Only when they saw Hong Yuan did they breathe a sigh of relief, and they all knelt down. One of them spoke first: "My lord, the battle has been decided..."

Hong Yuan covered his mouth and nose, his face changing drastically: "I told you to discuss and choose the flag leader and the person in charge yourselves, and you actually... these are your former brothers, how could you do this? You are simply beasts, worse than beasts."

Several people stared blankly, their faces stiff, cold sweat rolling down their foreheads as they were scolded by these words.

Hong Yuan sighed again: "Enough, enough! It's too late to say anything more..."

He pointed to the first person to speak and said, "What's your name? You'll be the right manager. As for the other three taking over the positions of the River Patrol Banner and the Mountain Guardian Banner, it seems there's still one vacancy. Let's leave it vacant for now."

"Clean the house first, then come to the training ground..."

Hong Yuan gave this order for a simple reason: after killing Han Dingtian and defeating Lei Meng and many of the elite members of the Canal Gang, his physical constitution had finally increased by a bit, and now he planned to test the extent of his physical body's development.

After his physique increased by six strands, he could be somewhat immune to ordinary people's weapons. Now, he could feel the surging power within his body and his physique was almost superhumanly strong simply by circulating his qi and blood.

Hong Yuan looked towards the prefectural city. After suppressing the canal gang, it would be the Guo family and the Hua family, two powerful families with heavy military power, next!

(End of this chapter)