How did I, a fake bodyguard, become a terrestrial immortal?

Lu Yang remained silent.

He didn't know. The system gave him the max-level Xuanwu Zhenyue Body, but never taught him how to circulate his Qi and blood.

He's like a car full of fuel, but without the key, the engine just won't start.

Looking at his expression, Fang Xuan's usually calm face finally showed a hint of disbelief.

"Are you truly a martial artist?"

"I told you my family has a tradition of martial arts..."

"Don't mention family martial arts techniques to me," Fang Xuan interrupted him, his tone suddenly becoming subtle.

"The circulation of Qi and blood is the foundational skill for martial artists, the basis for achieving higher levels. Even a three-year-old child entering a martial arts school learns to visualize their dantian and sense their Qi and blood on their first day. You've followed me all this way, even developing the Xuanwu markings on your body, yet you don't even know how to circulate your Qi and blood?"

Lu Yang didn't say anything.

He can't exactly say that my cultivation technique was directly given to me by the system without even an instruction manual, can he?

Fang Xuan stared at him for a long time, as if trying to find some answer in his face.

After a moment, he gave up the idea and his tone returned to indifference.

"The so-called circulation of Qi and blood ultimately relies on intention. Concentrate your mind on the Qi within your body and use your intention to drive it. Wherever your thoughts go, your Qi and blood will follow."

He paused, looking at the cinnabar rune affixed to Lu Yang's body: "After the silkworm mother awakens, she will sense the life force within you. But right now, your life force is dormant; in her eyes, you are nothing more than a cold stone. You must use your will to activate it and bring it to life."

"You don't have much time to think. The medicine has taken effect, and the silkworm could emerge at any moment."

"If your vital energy isn't activated before then, it won't pounce on you; instead, it will choose to remain within the host's body. At that time—"

He glanced at the girl trembling violently on the bed.

"She's dead meat."

Lu Yang closed his eyes.

The mind drives the flow of Qi and blood. Wherever the thought goes, the Qi and blood follow.

It sounds ridiculously simple, like someone telling him that he needs to use his mind to make himself fly, and then saying it's that simple, go fly.

Lu Yang took a deep breath, trying to concentrate, feeling as if there was a stagnant pool of water inside his body, deep within his limbs and bones.

That's what they call Qi and blood, right?

He tried to move it with his mind, but the stagnant water didn't budge and wouldn't obey him at all.

Time passed second by second.

Han Youwei's trembling grew more and more violent, and the white lines under her skin writhed wildly.

Lu Yang closed his eyes, a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead.

He couldn't urge him at all.

It felt like pushing a boulder through a thick layer of glass.

He could feel the coldness of the glass and see the boulder right across from him; he couldn't even touch it, let alone push it.

On the bed, Han Youwei let out a heart-wrenching scream.

A fist-sized lump swelled up in her lower abdomen, the lump undulating under her skin, the top of which was almost transparent.

Lu Yang opened his eyes and saw the outline of the bag. It was something more than ten times larger than the worm, slowly moving outwards.

The silkworm is about to hatch!

His blood and energy were like a stagnant pool.

Lu Yang's heart began to pound.

It wasn't fear, or rather, it wasn't entirely fear.

There's also an indescribable restlessness.

Bai Miyao was still waiting downstairs.

Bai Yixin was still waiting downstairs.

He had just promised Fang Xuan to save the child.

But now, Han Youwei is going to die.

With Han Youwei dead, Bai Miyao might not survive either.

Lu Yang suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

Qi and blood?

What is Qi and Blood?

Is it the power within the martial artist's body?

Or is it the mysterious and profound foundation for entering the ranks that Fang Xuan mentioned?

He doesn't understand.

All he knew was that he couldn't back down now.

If you back down, it's truly over.

Lu Yang stared intently at the throbbing bulge in Han Youwei's dantian, gritting his teeth as he said, "Move!"

The stagnant water inside his body remained unresponsive.

"Get the hell out of here!"

Lu Yang's forehead veins throbbed, and his hands clenched tightly.

The cinnabar runes on his chest and arms began to heat up, and the medicinal power of the Crimson Sun Powder seeped into his skin little by little.

A burning sensation spread from the surface of the body.

But his blood and energy were still like a stone sinking in a deep well.

Fang Xuan's expression finally changed: "Lu Yang! What are you doing?! If you don't activate your qi and blood now, it will be too late!"

Lu Yang was also anxious.

What's the use of being anxious? If you don't know, you just don't know.

It's like someone throws you into an exam room and tells you that if you solve this problem, they'll give you a hundred million.

Is it that you don't want this 100 million?

The problem is that you might not even recognize all the words on the question.

Just then, Han Youwei suddenly stopped trembling.

All sounds inside the room seemed to freeze at that moment.

The silkworm that had been wriggling in her lower abdomen suddenly quieted down.

Fang Xuan's pupils shrank sharply: "Something's not right."

The next moment, Han Youwei suddenly opened her eyes.

Her eyes were no longer the clear black and white of a normal person, but had turned into an almost transparent ice blue.

Deep within the pupil, it seemed as if a tiny white worm was coiled up.

Fang Xuan's expression changed drastically: "This is bad! The silkworm mother has entered a divine state!"

Before Lu Yang could react, he saw Han Youwei slowly raise her hand.

The movements were very stiff.

It felt like something was pulling my wrist, lifting me up little by little.

Her five fingers spread out slightly.

A burst of cold air!

boom!

A visible white cold wave instantly spread out from the bed.

Fang Xuan was the first to be hit, his expression changed drastically, and he immediately raised his hands to form a hand seal.

"retreat!"

But it was too late.

A cold wave swept across his arm, and white frost immediately crept up his sleeve.

Fang Xuan gritted his teeth, pulled out a silver needle, and pierced it into his brow.

Even so, his movements slowed down.

Han Jingshan had only taken half a step forward when he froze on the spot.

His face still showed anxiety and fear, and his outstretched hand remained frozen in mid-air.

Manager, guard, maid.

Everyone was covered in frost in that instant.

The fire in the charcoal brazier went out completely.

The white frost on the window frame spread like wildfire.

The entire second floor seemed to have been dragged into the depths of winter in the blink of an eye.

Lu Yang stood there, feeling an extreme chill rush towards him.

cold!

An indescribable cold!

The chill felt like countless tiny knives scraping along his skin and into his bones.

The cinnabar runes attached to his body shattered one after another.

The heat from the Chiyang Powder was instantly suppressed.

Lu Yang subconsciously took a half step back, only to find that the soles of his feet were frozen by frost.

He looked down.

The ice spread from the floor to his ankles and then climbed up his calves.

Just as the frost was about to completely cover his body, the sleeping Xuanwu inside him seemed to be awakened.

boom!

An extremely heavy aura slowly spread from the depths of Lu Yang's flesh and blood.