Mortal: Reborn in Yellow Maple Valley, Awakening the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts

He withdrew his gaze from the distance and returned inside. Chu Zifei suddenly realized that he, a transmigrator reborn into another world, hadn't yet awakened any cheat abilities.

Unconvinced, he immediately and tentatively shouted:

"System? I choose to bind immediately!"

"Grandpa, stop hiding! I see you!"

"Fox Lord? Snake Lord? Or Mink Lord? Come out and repay my debt of gratitude, teach me a few moves!"

......

After several attempts, there was no response, no system pop-up, no voice transmission from the old man, and no appearance of any strange beast.

Chu Zi was unwilling to give up. Instead, he chose to get into bed and meditate, drawing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and circulating it through his meridians with all his might. However, even after his face turned red, he still couldn't activate any ancient bloodline.

Just as he was feeling helpless, Chu Zifei suddenly slapped his forehead as he recalled the bizarre scene of the original owner of the body before his death.

The mysterious white stone, unearthed from the mine, transformed into a stream of light and disappeared directly into his brow!

However, this very shot caused a problem.

The moment his palm touched his brow, a vast and powerful aura of immortality suddenly erupted from the depths of his consciousness. The terrifying power instantly shook his soul. Chu Zifei didn't even have time to react before his consciousness went black, and he was directly knocked unconscious.

While unconscious, Chu Zifei vaguely saw a domineering golden phantom with its back to him, and the figure exuded an aura that shook the heavens.

Chu Zifei felt that the blurry outline looked extremely familiar, as if it were Erlang Shen Yang Jian from his previous life.

Just as Chu Zifei was about to lose consciousness, the golden phantom slowly turned around and said in his majestic voice, "I, Erlang Shen, the Manifest Saint True Lord, now bestow upon you the supreme Daoist art, the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique, granting you the power to slay the heavens and suppress the Three Realms!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the True Lord slowly opened his third eye between his eyebrows, and a dazzling golden light shot out, instantly enveloping Chu Zifei's soul.

The moment his soul came into contact with the golden light, a tearing pain swept through his entire body, bringing his consciousness to the brink of collapse.

After the golden light and the divine soul completely merged, Erlang's illusory image slowly dissipated, leaving only a strange stone as white as jade and shaped like a heavenly eye floating in the center of his sea of ​​consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, Chu Zifei suddenly opened his eyes and woke up with a start, his whole body drenched in sweat, and a faint tearing pain still lingered deep in his soul.

He raised his hand and touched his brow. If one were to look in the mirror at that moment, they would notice that a faint, almost invisible vertical line had quietly appeared between his brows, resembling a tightly closed third eye.

  

Chu Zifei sat on the bed, his mind in a daze. Although he also longed for a golden finger to fall from the sky and obtain an unparalleled inheritance, everything that had just happened seemed like a dream, making it difficult for him to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Just as he was filled with doubt and uncertainty, that vast and boundless divine power descended once more, and Erlang's immortal voice resounded once more deep within his sea of ​​consciousness:

"The Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique takes the Primordial Qi as its root and refines the Acquired Qi to return to the Primordial Qi."

"Open up the eight extraordinary meridians and the major acupoints throughout the body. Yin and Yang harmonize and return to oneness."

"Upon successful completion, the physical body will become a saint, impervious to all magic, and the primordial spirit will be immortal, making one virtually unrivaled throughout the Three Realms!"

As soon as the words were spoken, Chu Zifei's expression instantly became excited. All of this was real, not a dream. He had truly obtained the supreme inheritance of Erlang Zhenjun.

The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts is the most advanced physical cultivation technique in the Three Realms.

The cultivation method is divided into nine stages, corresponding to the nine major cultivation realms of spiritual cultivation. This cultivation method takes the physical body as its foundation and also cultivates magic. When the nine stages are completed, one can achieve physical sainthood and become immortal!

Unfortunately, his cultivation level is too low and his foundation is still shallow. For the time being, he has only awakened the first stage of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, which corresponds to the Qi Refining Realm.

However, now that he had the cultivation method, Chu Zifei no longer hesitated and embarked on the long path of body tempering and foundation building, starting from scratch to hone his physical foundation.

In the early morning, he would run laps on the back mountain, braving the morning mist and the gentle breeze, without getting tired. In the afternoon, Chu Zifei would practice standing meditation under the scorching sun. Even when he was sweating profusely, he would stand still like a golden rooster standing on one leg.

As evening fell, Chu Zifei found a century-old willow tree deep in the back mountain. The first stage of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts was actually about tempering the skin and flesh. Since there were no better conditions at the moment, he planned to temper it in the most primitive way.

A tree that has lived for a hundred years will naturally contain a trace of spiritual energy. Although it is far inferior to a thousand-year-old spiritual tree, it is the best material Chu Zifei can find for body tempering at the moment.

He laboriously dragged the willow log, which was as thick as a bowl and weighed over a hundred pounds, to a sturdy ancient tree, then tied both ends of the log firmly with hemp rope, suspending it in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, Chu Zifei took off his shirt, revealing his lean chest, and then he raised his hand and placed it on the hanging willow tree, and pushed it away forcefully.

The willow log, weighing over 100 pounds, swung backward and then, in the next instant, crashed back with a strong gust of wind.

Seeing this, Chu Zifei not only did not retreat, but instead leaped forward and used his chest to catch the willow tree that was crashing into him!

boom!

After a muffled thud, the immense force of the recoil sent Chu Zifei staggering backward, his chest turning bright red in an instant, accompanied by waves of pain.

At the same time, the meager spiritual energy contained within the willow wood slowly seeped into Chu Zifei's body with the impact, working in conjunction with the immense force of the recoil to temper his flesh.

Feeling that this method was effective, Chu Zifei gritted his teeth and persisted, once, twice, three times...

He couldn't remember exactly how many times he had been hit. All he could see was that his skin was turning increasingly red, with faint traces of blood seeping from under his skin. He looked extremely disheveled.

Clearly, the physical and mental training has reached its limit. Forcing it to continue will only damage the foundation and be counterproductive.

So he changed his method of body training.

Despite the pain all over his body, Chu Zifei slowly walked to the bottom of the suspended willow tree, lowered his body into a horse stance, bent over, and suddenly exerted force with both arms to firmly lift the hundred-pound willow tree onto his shoulder.

Since we've pushed our physical strength to its limit, let's train our internal energy!

Chu Zifei, bearing a hundred pounds of weight on his shoulders, lowered his body, squatted, and stood up! He began doing weighted squats, one, two, three...

Every movement caused his entire body to tremble, his muscles to ache as if they were about to burst, and sweat to stream down his face and drip onto the ground, yet he still gritted his teeth and maintained a steady pace without stopping.

A month later, Chu Zifei's skin had turned bronze, and his body was no longer as thin as before. Instead, he was strong and healthy, with visible muscle lines.

Six months later, he had completely mastered the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, reaching the first stage of the Arcane Arts. At this time, Chu Zifei's skin and flesh were fully tempered and perfected, and when he activated the power of his physical body, a faint golden glow would surround his body.

Under this golden glow, ordinary weapons could not harm him in the slightest. Even a full-force strike would only leave a faint white mark, demonstrating that he was beyond the reach of any weapon! Moreover, his strength far surpassed that of ordinary Qi Refining cultivators. A single punch from him could be as powerful as a hundred oxen.