Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Chapter 110 The Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique, Beginner's Guide

"Thank you." Xiren turned his head and looked at the exhausted Daisy, his tone more solemn than ever before.

Daisy forced a smile and waved her hand. "Don't thank me. If you hadn't gone through that crazy trial and error process with Qi and blood, my theories alone would have resulted in nothing but a pile of worthless paper, no matter how well we translated them. These past few days have really taken a toll on my lifespan; I need to go back and sleep for two days and two nights straight."

The two packed their things and left the oppressive room, where the gaslights in the corridor cast a dim, yellowish glow.

In the club's lobby on the first floor, Celen said goodbye to Daisy.

Watching Daisy board a black train waiting at the door and disappear into the rain and mist, Celen tightened his trench coat and turned to walk down another dark street.

The night wind in the foggy city carried a damp chill, but it could not cool the burning blood in Xilun's body.

He walked briskly on the puddle-strewn stone path, each step firm and resolute.

The old sign of the Golden Rooster Hotel creaked in the wind.

Back in room 302 of the Golden Rooster Hotel, Xilun didn't wash off the chill as usual.

He didn't even light the old kerosene lamp, but let the dim streetlights outside the window shine obliquely into the room.

He took off his navy blue casual suit and neatly hung it on the hanger. Then, he sat on the slightly shaky single bed and carefully took out the thick booklet from his inner pocket.

By the dim light, Xilun turned to the first page of the booklet.

The direct translation of just three thousand characters alone amounts to more than twenty thousand words. Adding in various annotations and explanations involving biology, ancient ritual studies, and the dynamics of qi and blood, the content is almost seventy to eighty thousand words.

This is not only a cultivation technique, but also a miniature encyclopedia of mysticism.

Xiren's gaze, like that of a hungry wolf, greedily swept over the lines of text. At that moment, his brain was like a high-speed steam engine, retrieving all the memories of the past few days of discussions and readings with Daisy.

"The first level: the qi is as deep as an abyss, and the breath is as vast as the sea—"

Xiren tried to connect the obscure text in his mind. He controlled his breathing, attempting to adjust the expansion of his lungs according to the rhythm recorded in the translation.

Once, twice, three times.

His chest emitted a series of muffled resonances, and the blood and qi in his body began to become restless with the rhythm of his breathing.

However, the feeling was very sluggish, like a heavy carriage without lubricant. Although it could barely roll forward, the gears were making a harsh friction sound.

Xilun stopped, a fine layer of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

He exhaled a long, stale breath, his brows furrowed tightly.

"No," Xilun muttered to himself, his voice unusually clear in the quiet room. "The concept is completely perfected, every method of circulating Qi and blood is well-founded, and even the possible backlash has been prepared with contingency plans."

But—why does it operate so clunky?

He sat cross-legged on the bed, lost in deep thought.

Time ticked by, and the rain outside began to fall again, pattering softly. Raindrops tapped against the windowpane, making a monotonous, rhythmic sound.

The words from the translation kept flashing through Xiren's mind. The words seemed to come alive, twisting and deforming on his retina.

He was trying to find the key point he had overlooked, the core engine that would truly make this massive machine work.

More than an hour passed, and Xilun remained motionless in that clay-like pose.

Suddenly, without warning, the image of that mysterious dark blue stone carving flashed through his mind.

It wasn't the densely packed ancient characters, but rather the mural next to them that exuded a sense of vastness, antiquity, and even a brutal divinity!

It was a giant whale hidden in the dark depths of the sea, its body so enormous that it seemed to fill the entire world.

The surrounding seawater was whipped up into towering whirlpools by its breath, and countless tiny fish and shrimp were instantly crushed in the whirlpools.

Its eyes were cold and indifferent, exuding a terrifying pressure that seemed to transcend all life.

Xilun's body jolted violently, and his tightly closed eyes snapped open, a terrifying glint of light shooting from his pupils.

"I understand—" Siren's voice was hoarse with extreme excitement. He stared intently at the booklet in his hands, as if trying to see through it. "It must be like this! I've been wrong all along, separating the text from the murals!"

He finally realized what was missing.

It lacks "artistic conception." Or rather, it lacks that "soul resonance" that belongs to the overlord of the deep sea.

What words can record is only the cold physical paths and the trajectory of qi and blood.

It tells you how your muscles should contract and how your bones should bear weight, but it can't tell you what level of mental state you should be in when you're doing these actions.

Without the guiding spirit of a colossal whale that devours and crushes everything, those complex breathing techniques are just a bunch of soulless gymnastic movements, unable to draw upon the mysterious power that roams the world!

"The murals are an evolutionary diagram of the breathing technique. The text is the skeleton, but the artistic conception in the murals is the flesh and blood and soul of this technique."

He immediately adjusted his posture, straightening his back as straight as a spear piercing the sky.

He began to try to combine the two.

Xilun closed his eyes, shifting all his attention from the tedious text to the giant whale mural in his mind.

He imagined himself no longer sitting on that shabby little bed in the Golden Rooster Hotel, but sinking into the cold, dark, and terrifyingly stressful depths of the sea.

He was surrounded by endless darkness, and the seawater was like millions of tons of steel pressing against every inch of his skin and every bone.

In this extremely oppressive environment, Xiren slowed his heartbeat.

His body gradually entered a special rhythm, an extremely slow rhythm that contained a world-destroying power.

Suck--

Xilun began to experiment with breathing.

This inhalation made a tremendous noise!

The air in the room seemed to be sucked out in an instant, forming a miniature vortex.

The windowpane made a dangerous "snap" sound due to the sudden change in air pressure.

Xilun's chest bulged high with a terrifyingly visible size, and beneath his fair skin, which had become incredibly tough after being baptized, thick blue veins snaked and bulged out like small snakes.

He took a slow, deep breath, as if he had truly transformed into that giant whale lurking in the deep sea, opening its abyssal maw capable of swallowing heaven and earth.

A mysterious force, extremely faint yet undeniably real, that was floating in the air around him was forcibly pulled towards him by this terrifying suction, rushing into his body like a flood bursting its banks through his mouth and nose.

Once those forces entered the body, they savagely broke through those stagnant acupoints, following the textual path that Xilun had previously deduced.

The strength that had been unable to progress further due to reaching the limit of a first-order baptized person suddenly began to grow wildly at an incredible speed, like a dried-up sponge being thrown back into water!

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When you inhale to your maximum capacity, you exhale slowly.

A visible white stream of air shot out from Xilun's mouth.

The gust of air struck the wooden wardrobe three meters away like an arrow, making a muffled "bang" and leaving a faint white mark on the wardrobe door.

With each breath, Xilun's body began to react violently.

Those muscle fibers, which had already been tempered by the Iron Wall Breathing Technique to the point of being as tough as copper and iron, began to undergo deeper tearing and reorganization under the guidance of the Giant Whale's artistic conception.

A series of popping sounds, like popping beans, came from deep within his bones.

It was an extreme pain, but accompanying the pain was a violent pleasure of power constantly accumulating and compressing within the body.

His body greedily absorbed this power, and an increasingly powerful life magnetic field formed a faint, distorted halo on his body surface.

Just then, deep within Xilun's pupils, that familiar yet cold, pale red data stream began to flash wildly once more.

Lines of text, representing the fundamental logic of the world, were projected relentlessly onto his retina:

[Skill: Sea Whale Guidance (Tier 1)]

[Progress: 0/500]

【Characteristics: Absorbs like a whale, guides the five centers of energy, possesses strength comparable to a mountain ape, and has the spirit of a divine tortoise】

Looking at the fluctuating data, Xilun felt no emotion whatsoever; his entire being was immersed in the wondrous feeling of constant transformation.

Xilun felt his body undergoing an unprecedented and lengthy transformation.

The feeling was like throwing a piece of forged pig iron back into a furnace at a temperature of thousands of degrees, roasting it with the most violent flames, and hammering it with the heaviest iron hammer.

Every inch of muscle, every drop of blood, and even every cell groaned in pain under this extreme pressure, but then came the infinite vitality of rebirth from destruction.

"Swallowing like a whale, guiding the five hearts—" Xilun silently pondered the characteristic feedback given by the panel.

His palms, soles, and the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head seemed to transform into five miniature vortexes.

The cold and turbulent mysterious factors from the outside world flowed continuously into his body through these five channels.

This feeling is so wonderful, it's as if my whole body is receiving a high-energy bath from ancient times.

Those hidden injuries and impurities that had accumulated deep within the meridians were gradually peeled away by this tsunami-like force.

It was crushed and eventually excreted from his body along with his hot sweat.

Xilun felt incredibly comfortable; it was an ultimate pleasure that represented a substantial elevation of his life level.

This pleasure gradually immersed him, making him completely forget the passage of time, the foggy city outside, and even the various conflicts between Robert lurking in the shadows and the Brotherhood.

His mind was slowly and tirelessly recalling the contents of the mural.

With each recollection, his understanding of the whale's breathing rhythm deepened, and the speed of blood circulation in his body increased.

In the silent room, only Xilun's heavy, drawn-out breathing, like the sound of a broken bellows, could be heard.

Before they knew it, the night outside the window had faded, and the hazy morning light struggled to penetrate the thick clouds, creeping into the room through the cracks in the window and shining on Xilun's cold, hard face.

Xilun slowly stopped circulating his cultivation technique.

He opened his eyes, and a faint, deep blue light, like that of the deep sea, flashed in his dark pupils before quickly disappearing into his eyes.

"Hoo—" Xilun exhaled a breath of foul-smelling air.

He looked down at his body. His once fair and resilient skin was now covered with a thin layer of grime, like black grease.

Those were impurities that he forced out from the depths of his bone marrow after a night of cultivation.

Xilun clenched his fist slightly.

Snapped!

A crisp sonic boom echoed through the air. He had simply made a casual grip, without using any of the techniques of the Dorok Dark Claw, and had crushed the air in his palm with pure physical strength alone!

Xilun's eyes became extremely bright as he carefully felt the powerful energy within his body, like a surging river.

"Just one night of training actually increased my strength, which had already reached its limit and stagnated, by 30%!" Xilun pondered to himself, arriving at a conclusion that shocked even himself.

A 30% increase!

For an ordinary person, gaining 30% more strength might not seem like much.

However, for a first-tier baptized individual like Xilun, who possesses an extremely solid foundation, a perfected Iron Wall Breathing Technique, and multiple exotic talents, this 30% power, if converted into destructive force in actual combat, would be absolutely terrifying.

This means that if Robert were to stand in front of him now and use that half-baked Rock Hand, Siron wouldn't need to use the Corrupting Claws to slowly erode it. He could simply use his ferocious physical strength to smash the rocky shell that the other was so proud of, along with his bones, to pieces with a single punch!

"This is only the first level of the Giant Whale Guiding Technique of the Great Seas—" Xilun recalled the training process last night, and an uncontrollable sense of pride welled up in his heart. "The effect of just one level is so powerful, it is truly remarkable. If I can complete the next four levels and completely rebuild my body, I am afraid that few people of the same level will be able to defeat me.

However, Xilun was not blinded by the illusion of this surge in power.

He keenly sensed that although the energy and blood in his body had become more vigorous, he also felt an extremely strong sense of hunger.

This hunger doesn't originate from the stomach, but from every cell in the body.

A faint glimmer of light flashed across the data stream on the crimson panel, seemingly confirming his guess.

Xilun calmly analyzed, "This effect of a 30% increase in strength overnight should only be limited to the first night of breaking through limits. Because my body has never been exposed to this kind of high-level guidance technique before, the initial training resulted in an explosive growth, like a sponge absorbing water. Subsequent training will inevitably return to a normal speed slowly."

Moreover, upon entering the first level, Xilun discovered that simply extracting the faint mystical factors from the air was far from sufficient to meet the enormous demands of his physical transformation.

"I have to rely on external help." Xilun stood up, walked to the basin, picked up the cold towel and began to wipe the dirt off his body.

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