Ming Dynasty: I am truly not the Emperor of Longevity

early morning.

"Protector Zhao, the carriages and horses are ready, and we can depart at any time."

A follower of the Maitreya sect, who was directly under the Right Protector, whispered outside the door.

"The plan to go to Jingxing Pass is canceled. Leave me a small cart and two horses."

After a long while, the young man's voice finally came from inside the room.

"Everyone else, go back to Blackwood Cliff first."

"This Dharma Protector has something to attend to alone and will return in three days."

Half an hour later.

The young man, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, slowly opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

After a whole night of meditation, I finally managed to suppress the violent power within my body!

My judgment was correct; this technique is incomplete and lacks a crucial method of application.

That old scoundrel Zhang Yin once told me that this technique had been passed down within the sect for hundreds of years, and only the sect leaders of each generation were qualified to practice it.

This is utter nonsense!

Now he was absolutely certain that what he and his son Li Dali were practicing was definitely not this kind of martial art.

This kind of unparalleled martial art, which can be described as defying the heavens, even if it is a fragmented version lacking the method of its use, would never be passed on to an outsider like him by his father and son as long as they know its true purpose!

The only possibility is that they themselves don't know what this technique can be used for!

For those who have already cultivated internal strength, a little attempt will reveal that it is a method of dissipating internal energy. No one would be foolish enough to practice it and dissipate the internal energy they have worked so hard to cultivate.

If an ordinary person like myself were to practice this, even if I were to develop a trace of internal energy, I wouldn't know how to continue or what I could do with it.

Because no matter how hard you try to cultivate, at most you can only improve your control over that tiny bit of internal energy; the strength of your internal energy will not increase in the slightest.

That concludes the content of the manual; there is no further information.

This technique is completely different from other techniques in its most basic principles, and there is no way to learn it from others.

Even those who know that internal energy masters would have a very small chance of losing their internal energy if they practiced it are very unlikely.

The possibility that it might also dissipate someone else's internal energy becomes even smaller.

Even if someone else can think to the same extent as me, they still need to overcome an even bigger problem.

The difference in combat strength between a master who has cultivated internal energy and a martial artist without internal energy is enormous.

Even if one has only achieved a minor level of internal strength, just enough to be used in actual combat, one can still defeat ten opponents.

A master who has reached a bottleneck in cultivating internal energy, and whose growth has become extremely slow, is fearless even when facing unarmored warriors, even if he has to fight against a hundred of them.

Even if they cannot win the battle, they can escape if they want; even unarmored martial arts masters cannot stop them.

Ordinary martial artists can only withstand a few moves from a master of internal energy when they are wearing armor and carrying a shield, thus buying time for their companions to surround them.

Several masters of internal martial arts from the Maitreya sect once said that even if the imperial court wanted to deal with such great masters as them, it would require a hundred armored soldiers to besiege them.

Even so, we still need to find a way to trap the target so that they have nowhere to retreat.

Otherwise, if you can't beat the opponent, you can run away.

How could an ordinary person possibly have the opportunity to verify their conjectures through a master of internal energy?

The young man walked slowly to the recliner and placed his hand on Xue Ting's wrist.

There was no pulse, and the skin had become cold.

It was obvious that he had been dead for several hours.

"well..."

The young man sighed.

This person originally seemed like he could hold on for a few more days.

Unexpectedly, after losing his internal energy, he couldn't even last one night.

There are still some things we haven't been able to get out of him. We still don't understand why he went to sneak into the Taiyuan Left Guard Commander's residence at night, or what he actually discovered.

Pity!

However, compared to last night's harvest, it's nothing at all!

I never imagined that this technique would be so miraculous.

Last night, I placed my hand on this person's wrist and tried to send a small amount of my internal energy into the other person's body, and it actually went in.

Moreover, even when this internal energy is inside the opponent's body, one can still control it, allowing it to complete a large circulation within the opponent's body according to the path that has been practiced countless times.

Even more bizarrely, during the cycle, the opponent's internal energy actually attached itself to the weak internal energy he had sent in, and returned to his own body through his wrist.

This was a violent force. When it first surged in, I felt as if I had been hit hard, and I was so uncomfortable that I almost vomited blood.

Fortunately, he had figured out what was going on, and he gritted his teeth and persevered until all of the opponent's internal energy was absorbed into his body.

After losing his internal energy, although the opponent was weak all over and even his speech became stuttering, he was definitely still alive.

But she couldn't care less about him anymore, and she didn't even hear what he said at the end.

The full power of a master of internal martial arts is raging wildly through his meridians.

Aside from immediately sitting cross-legged and trying to enter a meditative state, I couldn't think of any other way.

Fortunately, he was still able to control this internal energy, which had become many times stronger, and let it circulate through the eight extraordinary meridians according to the path he had practiced countless times.

These meridians had never experienced such a powerful impact, and each cycle was extremely painful.

However, he could clearly feel that every time this internal energy completed a major cycle, a small portion would remain in the eight extraordinary meridians.

He gritted his teeth and persevered until dawn, finally dispersing all his internal energy into his eight extraordinary meridians.

The initial faint internal energy returned to its original state.

However, my entire state of mind has completely changed.

Pushing open the door, the young man walked into the courtyard and stood before a stone table with a Go board carved on it, slowly raising his right hand.

At the same time, that faint internal energy began to circulate rapidly within the eight extraordinary meridians.

The internal energy that had already dispersed into the eight extraordinary meridians merged with this internal energy once again, and finally gathered in the palm of the right hand.

The next second, he slammed his right palm into the center of the chessboard.

After a brief silence, several cracks suddenly appeared in the center of the chessboard, spreading rapidly outwards from the palm of the hand.

Soon, the stone table collapsed with a crash, breaking into several pieces that scattered all over the ground.

. . .

That night.

Mountainous area near Yangqu County.

"Lord Xue, I'm so sorry."

The young man picked up Xue Ting's body and walked to the edge of a cliff.

"Although I don't know what secrets that old scoundrel Zhang Yin has discovered, since he has mobilized thousands of his men to search the mountains, he won't give up until he finds you."

You are a member of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. If he thinks you have escaped from Taiyuan Prefecture, he will probably have no choice but to start an uprising sooner.

But I don't think now is a good time to start an uprising!

At the very least, it must be done after I have sent 30,000 followers to Tumet according to my plan.

The only way to stop the uprising from happening prematurely is to let him find your body!

Don't worry, that old bastard Zhang Yin will beat you to a pulp and make you die a violent death.

One day, I will use your inner strength to avenge you!

After saying this, the young man pushed the body forward with both hands, and it fell into the cliff hundreds of feet high.