Simultaneous Transmigration: We Level Up Alone Across Multiple Worlds

Chapter 81 What the hell?! One slap and he's dead!

There was still a slight sluggishness at the connection between Chen Chen's muscles and his divine sense.

The Dragon Dance slowly circulates in the sea of ​​consciousness, using one's own meridians as a framework to draw in the Qi of the surrounding world into the meridians, and then refines it layer by layer according to the Six Treasuries Immortal Thief's mental method, transforming it into vitality to nourish the physical body.

The pebbles and withered grass in the mountain hollow remained motionless, and the soft moonlight fell on my shoulders, yet I felt a faint heaviness all over my body.

He closed his eyes, letting the Six Treasures Immortal Thief dissolve the turbid matter accumulated in his physical body to support the powerful Yang God, and then replenish his energy channels with the purified primordial energy of heaven and earth.

His divine sense swept along the meridians inch by inch, checking for any omissions or deficiencies.

Chen Chen opened his eyes only when the moon's shadow had completely sunk behind the mountain ridge and the sky began to lighten with the first light of dawn.

With this round of breath adjustment, my life force has finally caught up a bit.

The bloating and stagnation in the meridians had mostly dissipated, and the physical body was no longer like before, pressed down by the Yang spirit like a thin shell that could be punctured at any moment.

However, we are still far from achieving true harmony of life and death; it cannot be achieved overnight.

I need to practice this Dragon Dance; it's a valuable skill.

He stood up, brushed the bits of leaves and withered grass off his coat, and the matter in the mountain valley was finally over. Next, he should go find the honest man who had passed on the Divine Hundred Refinements to him.

Ma Xianhong.

If we had arrived any later, the person might have already started to stink.

Yaoxing Society's official address is on the other side of the city, in an inconspicuous gray-white building with a sign that reads "Cultural Communication Company." It can be found in the public records of Nadutong, and it is Qu Tong's official disguise.

When Chen Chen arrived, it was just getting dark. The receptionist had barely looked up to speak when he had already walked straight past the reception desk and down the corridor.

Under the perception of the Yang God, there were no secrets.

At the end was a peeling iron gate with a brass plaque that read "Archives Room" nailed to it.

Pushing open the door, you'll find a staircase leading to the basement.

The stairwell was very narrow, so I walked at a leisurely pace.

The stairwell on the second basement level was equipped with a combination lock, and the green light on the panel was on. The door was not closed tightly, leaving a gap about a finger's width.

Chen Chen raised his hand and pushed it open. The basement was much brighter than the upstairs room, and the ceiling was half a head higher than that of a normal room. The cold white industrial light tubes were embedded in the ceiling, making people's eyes feel heavy.

The body-cultivating furnace was placed on one side of the room. Its brass shell was covered with fine lines, and there were several newly welded marks on the lower half. Several structural sketches were spread out on the worktable next to it.

Qu Tong stood beside the body-refining furnace, holding a tablet in her hand, with the monitoring data of the road flow scrolling on the screen.

Hearing the door open, she turned around and scanned Chen Chen from head to toe.

"Did you go to the wrong place?"

"I've come to find you."

Qu Tong rested her right hand on the edge of the worktable. She noticed that after this person entered, he neither looked at the body-repairing furnace nor glanced at the blueprints on the table. His gaze remained fixed on her face the entire time.

His brows furrowed slightly.

The company's?

"Who told you I was here?"

In the basement, there was a row of metal cabinets against the wall. A person sat cross-legged next to the cabinets, his gray clothes almost blending into the color of the cabinets, making him inconspicuous.

He only looked up when he heard Qu Tong's words, and slowly stood up.

"Qu Tong," Zhou Sheng said.

Do you know this person?

Qu Tong did not answer.

It was only now that she belatedly realized she had completely overlooked Zhou Sheng, and Feng Hou Qi Men—that was no surprise.

Qu Tong withdrew her hand from the edge of the table.

Chen Chen stepped forward and walked around the worktable.

A strange sixth sense lurked in her, and Qu Tong was about to back away when—

An invisible force suddenly pressed down on him, making it impossible for him to move even a finger.

Chen Chen stopped in front of Qu Tong, raised his hand and grabbed Qu Tong's head. Qu Tong froze, her hands instinctively reacting, her blue hand reaching out from her sea of ​​consciousness, piercing straight into Chen Chen's soul.

The moment the feedback bounced back, Qu Tong's pupils suddenly contracted.

Complete—Round—

Such spiritual strength is simply—like a mayfly trying to shake a tree!

Chen Chen was gentler this time than he had been with Ruan Feng, gradually infusing his divine sense into her.

Fine beads of sweat quickly covered Qu Tong's forehead, and her pupils trembled uncontrollably.

Zhou Sheng narrowed his eyes, sensing that Chen Chen had no murderous intent, and did not rush to make a move, but he did not understand what kind of method this was.

"Well----"

Qu Tong let out a muffled groan, and beads of sweat slid down her forehead.

Chen Chen suddenly frowned, his divine sense encountering a thick barrier.

It was a restriction, a structure that was tightly bound to Qu Tong's soul, like tree roots coiled around a foundation; to forcibly lift it would mean shattering the foundation along with it.

It could be sensed that the core contained within the restriction was extremely heavy, while the memories of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques on the outer layer were not protected as well.

After a moment's consideration, Chen Chen suppressed his curiosity.

Without touching the core area, he used his divine sense to wander around the edge of the restriction, intending to obtain the other eight extraordinary techniques.

Although the method of passing down the Dual-Hand Technique is unique, it is ultimately still a "technique," and once you grasp the key, you can replicate it. Moreover, the Dual-Hand Technique originally had an acquired mental cultivation method.

But—ha—

Dual-wielding skills, divine ingenuity, and the ability to command spirits and generals.

With the addition of the Divine Hundred Refinements he had already acquired, he now possesses four extraordinary skills.

When Chen Chen came to his senses, Qu Tong was rolling her eyes, foam at the corner of her mouth, and her face was completely bloodless.

Zhou Sheng looked at Qu Tong's pale face and was about to make a move, but Chen Chen glanced at him.

Chen Chen ignored him.

Zhou Sheng took two steps forward, with his heart as the central palace, and the Feng Hou Qi Men formation instantly spread out around him.

The area where Qu Tong and Chen Chen were located was pulled into a slow-moving time bubble, while his own time was stretched to the fastest speed.

With a swift movement, Zhou Sheng appeared beside Chen Chen in the next instant, raising his hand to grab his wrist.

Chen Chen lightly flicked his other hand, which had been hanging by his side, and patted him on the chest.

The impact point is not on the skin or flesh, but precisely on the core of the Feng Hou formation, which is the location of the heart.

The Feng Hou Qi Men formation shattered in concentric circles from the center outwards, disintegrating even faster than when it was spread out.

Bang!

All four plates collapsed at the same time, and Zhou Sheng was thrown away by the residual force, his back slamming hard against the metal cabinet opposite him.

The cabinet door was dented into a shallow, human-shaped indentation, and one of the cabinet doors popped open.

He slid down the cabinet and knelt on one knee.

Zhou Sheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, looking at Chen Chen's nonchalant manner in disbelief.

Zhou Sheng shut his mouth completely.

He knew in his heart that the palm strike had precisely hit the core of his central palace, directly shattering his Qimen formation.

If the impact had landed just a few inches off, he would be embedded in the wall right now.

They were clearly holding back.

I glanced at Qu Tong; her eyes were still open, so she was out of danger.

Chen Chen withdrew his hand.

Qu Tong instantly lost her balance and collapsed to the ground.

He rolled over and lay face down on the ground, his hair spread out, covering half of his face.

Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, running down his chin onto the cement floor. His pupils were still responding to light, and his breathing was rapid and disordered; he hadn't stopped breathing.

The restriction preserved her core memories and also saved her life.

However, with his soul forced to have three cultivation techniques extracted while under the influence of the restrictions, no one can say for sure whether there will be any aftereffects.