From Under One Person: Sincere Journey Through the Heavens

Body-cultivating furnace —

It may not actually be reliable.

"Alright, come with us to the nearby town."

That's how it is.

Jiang Liu led Ma Xianhong and Zhang Chulan to a nearby county town, found a shopping mall, and went to the arcade on the top floor. He said, "Now, let's start playing games!"

"Is this the most severe test you spoke of?"

Ma Xianhong was stunned. He thought Jiang Liu had initially used the arcade, dance hall, and girlfriend as examples to introduce the special training he might be about to undergo, but he hadn't expected it to be this kind of training—

It's actually fucking special!

I just want him to play video games!

"Didn't Brother Jiang say that to regain your memory, you have to relax first? Arcade games are the most relaxing, unlike mobile games which can be frustrating."

Zhang Chulan coaxed, "You need to put down your cultivation and weapon crafting first, and truly let your brain enjoy the fun, otherwise your head will still hurt."

Upon hearing this, Ma Xianhong thought it made sense, so he bought a large number of game tokens from the counter clerk, walked up to a "King of Fighters" machine, put on a red monocle, and looked ready for battle.

Seeing that Ma Xianhong was engrossed in the game, Zhang Chulan asked, "Brother Jiang, can playing games really help with memory recovery?"

"No way."

Jiang Liu rolled his eyes. "To distract him and make him relax, recovering his memories is a matter for later, and... to test his control over his body."

"He can't control his body?"

Zhang Chulan was surprised.

“You may not be able to tell, but in my eyes, there is a disconnect between his control over his body and his soul. This is a problem of mismatch between his soul and body. His memories have been artificially altered.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a fly flew off Zhang Chulan's shoulder, while Ma Xianhong trembled, silently removed his monocle, and immersed himself completely in the King of Fighters game.

Jiang Liu glanced at the "fly" without making a sound...

# Chapter 612 A Severe Test (Part 2)

Has my memory been altered?

This moment.

Ma Xianhong's eyes trembled, but he tried his best to suppress it, thinking of his older sister—

[Impossible! It can't be my sister! It must be someone else...]

No matter what he thought in his heart, Ma Xianhong couldn't calm down.

"Oh my, you're so bad at this?"

At this moment, Jiang Liu stepped forward and saw that the character "Kyo Kusanagi" controlled by Ma Xianhong had been defeated by "AI Leona".

"This is my first time playing!"

Ma Xianhong was indignant and tried to defend himself. A thought also emerged in his mind: as long as he could win, it would prove that his soul and body were in harmony and that his memories had not been artificially altered!

But a day passed and Ma Xianhong hadn't won a single game—

Although Jiang Liu's light spot merged into the core of the false memory neural network constructed by Shuangquan's hands, resolving Ma Xianhong's headache, the influence of that thing on Ma Xianhong's original memories and soul still existed, making it difficult for him to truly coordinate his mind and body despite his intact soul and the conflicts in his memories.

That is, there is a discrepancy between his mental memory and his physical memory.

There are two ways to solve this problem.

Firstly, we must completely destroy that false spiritual network and gain true freedom.

Secondly, they realize that the memory is false, but they still acknowledge and accept its existence.

"Is Ma Xianhong really that bad?"

During this time, Zhang Chulan and Jiang Liu also used the game coins that Ma Xianhong had exchanged to have some fun. Seeing that Ma Xianhong didn't win a single game and was only slightly better than children under twelve in other games, they couldn't help but believe the claim that his memories had been altered.

"Yeah, pretty bad at it, can't even figure out how to play the game..."

Jiang Liu only said half of what he meant.

But Ma Xianhong already understood that this was a mockery of him. He couldn't even understand how to play a game, yet he wanted to promote education for all? What a joke!

Driven by unwavering determination, Ma Xianhong gritted his teeth and resolved to fight the "King of Fighters" to the death, determined to win.

This is no longer about the recovery of his memory or whether his memory has been altered, but rather about his dignity as a man and his unwavering commitment to his dreams.

Education should be provided to all without discrimination!

A world of great harmony!

therefore.

Even into the night, Ma Xianhong was still playing games, but he still hadn't won a single round.

Regarding weapon crafting, thanks to his divine craftsmanship and his own talent, he can manipulate and transform materials in a short time, and can create monitoring magical artifacts like flying insects, proving that he has skills in "micro-carving" but is not strong in micro-manipulation.

This may be one of the reasons why he lost in the original work.

He's a tech geek, but not a gamer. Otherwise, with all those magical artifacts he has, if he could coordinate them perfectly, defeating a temporary worker wouldn't be a problem at all.

Damn it!

Watching his character "Kyo Kusanagi" get defeated once again on the screen, with the words "GAME-OVER" appearing, Ma Xianhong broke down. He raised his fist, about to smash it into the game console, when Jiang Liu placed his hand on his shoulder and shook his head.

"Please don't tell anyone, okay?" Ma Xianhong pleaded.

"rest assured!"

Zhang Chulan laughed and said, "I'm your uncle, how could I reveal my nephew's embarrassing history? Losing 372 games in a row, that's too shameful."

Hearing Zhang Chulan say that, Ma Xianhong got angry and started the next round.

"Why don't we go back and rest first, and play again tomorrow?"

Jiang Liu suggested.

"I'll sleep after I win one more game." Ma Xianhong just kept his eyes glued to the screen, determined to win at least one game.

"Then let's go back to the village first."

Jiang Liu stretched and left the arcade with Zhang Chulan.

"Is it alright to leave him here? He won't smash the game console, will he?" Zhang Chulan was also a little sleepy, yawned, and was somewhat worried.

"Don't worry, even in the worst-case scenario—"

Jiang Liu chuckled, "He's got money, he can afford to pay!"

Zhang Chulan: "..."

After a moment of silence, he asked, "Ma Xianhong is indeed abnormal. If it were me, even if I didn't win a single game, my temper would also worsen, but I wouldn't be as persistent as he is."

"It's just that what you're obsessed with is different from what he's obsessed with."

Jiang Liu said calmly, "Those who cultivate Qi generally do not nearly collapse over such a small matter; his mental state is very unstable."

"Then why did you leave him at the arcade?" Zhang Chulan asked, puzzled.

"Didn't I say? The worst-case scenario is just losing money. He's still rational. To relax, you have to vent your emotions first. If you keep bottling them up, it'll cause serious problems."

Jiang Liu shrugged, unconcerned. "Besides, compared to him, your problem is actually bigger."

"Me? What's wrong with me?"

Seeing that Jiang Liu had focused his attention on him, Zhang Chulan trembled, feeling as if Jiang Liu had seen through him from head to toe, and his lips quivered.

"Well, if you don't want to follow in your grandfather's footsteps, you'd better be more sincere to others, otherwise your future path of cultivation will be difficult... But judging from your current state, your mind isn't on cultivation."

This is Zhang Chulan's biggest problem in terms of his character:

It can be hidden.

He truly shares the same lineage as Zhang Huaiyi.

Through Zhang Chulan, Jiang Liu also came to understand the form of the Qi Body Source Flow—the ultimate technique. His words were indeed true; its fundamental principle can be summarized in a single sentence:

The spirit of the valley never dies; it is called the mysterious female. The gate of the mysterious female is called the root of heaven and earth; it exists continuously and inexhaustibly, and its use is never-ending.

The Gate of the Mysterious Female refers to the Tao that gives birth to all things.

The root of heaven and earth is the fundamental source of all changes in all things.

In reality, one should focus on the lower abdomen, simmering the kidneys to gather innate essence, refining a seed of Qi, and slowly nurturing it to regulate one's own Qi, so as to achieve spiritual clarity and enlightenment.

Valley God is another name for the Tao.

Unfortunately.

Given Zhang Chulan's ability to "conceal" and "deeply conceal" his abilities, achieving a state of perfect harmony between his inner spirit and his own will is simply impossible!

More importantly, Zhang Chulan did not obtain this Qi seed by practicing cultivation techniques to circulate it throughout his body. Instead, it was a formed Qi group that Zhang Huaiyi directly passed on to his grandson through Feng Baobao.

Lacking the steps of self-cultivation, although he mastered the technique, Zhang Chulan's understanding of the Qi ball remained vague.

However, Zhang Chulan is indeed in the process of nurturing the Qi ball at this time. As for when he will reach the realm of "spiritual root nurturing source flow", it really depends on Zhang Chulan's fortune and opportunities.

"Brother Jiang, you really see right through me."

Zhang Chulan scratched his head, a bitter face on his face. "To be honest, I stumbled into the world of supernatural beings quite by accident. Originally, I just planned to study hard, find a good job after graduation, marry a good wife, have a few big, healthy sons, and that would be my life..."

But who would have thought that the tree could not remain still while the wind continued to blow?

I was forced to resume my spiritual practice in order to cope with the various troubles I might encounter in the future.

"That's not bad either."

Jiang Liu understood that Zhang Chulan at this moment was similar to Sun Wukong who had recently become Tang Sanzang's disciple. He was resistant to trouble, avoiding it whenever possible, and had not yet truly entered the mindset of a "pilgrim."

If he reaches the mindset of a wanderer, then he will inevitably flock to wherever there is trouble in the future.

# Chapter 613 Nurturing the Origin and Nourishing the Spiritual Root