Chapter 38 When I Return, I Am No Longer a Teenager

Wang Xuan spat out big mouthfuls of black blood. The coagulated black blood exuded a foul smell. After spitting it out, he felt more relaxed than ever before.

It’s really, really different!

Although the punches of Senior He Laoliu are extremely difficult to endure, they are so magical that they can transform people and strengthen their foundation!

Wang Xuan sensed his body. His internal energy circulated in his meridians, flushing his flesh. His Qi and blood flowed through his flesh and blood, causing a small bulge to form, like a running little mouse.

The smoothness of the operation is unprecedented! If in the past it was like a bicycle running on a mountain road, now it is like a professional sports car speeding on the highway, the speed is absolutely not the same level.

The evil spirit from the past had worn away his foundation. Even if it was removed, it would become extremely fragile and full of potholes, just like a house eroded by sea water.

He Laoliu's fist directly crushed the materials for building the house, and then recycled them into a new house. His method was really unimaginable.

Like a fairy or a saint!

"Wang Xuan, don't you look at what you look like now?" Chen Qingniu said. Wang Xuan now really looked like a rolling balloon, round and plump.

"It's just temporary." Wang Xuan didn't care, but after hearing what Chen Qingniu said, he felt a little uncomfortable and it was very inconvenient to move.

He Laoliu pointed a finger, and Wang Xuan was like a deflated balloon. The swelling all over his body disappeared, and his divine talent returned to its original appearance.

"Thank you, Senior He. I will always remember your kindness." Wang Xuan bowed to the ground. The last time he was so respectful was when Master Chen helped him force out the sword energy from his mind.

The kindness from others may be just a small favor, but to him it is a timely help and a matter of life and death.

"Your bones have recovered, and with the foundation I have laid for you, after five years of practice, you will be able to cross the blood transfusion and enter the meridian opening realm. You will have the hope of entering the earthly immortal realm before the age of fifty."

He Laoliu knocked off the ash from his cigarette and spoke nonchalantly. In his opinion, the Earthly Immortal realm was not really that high. On the Xianwu Mountain, it was considered very slow to reach the Earthly Immortal level at the age of fifty.

With Chen Qingniu's talent, under the training at Xianwu Mountain, with no shortage of resources, skills and guidance, he will definitely enter the third level of celestial immortal within a hundred years.

As long as one has cast the Immortal Platform and climbed the Immortal Ladder to become a true immortal, he can be considered a truly powerful person. He can establish his own school and be qualified to accept disciples in Xianwu Mountain.

A hundred years ago, He Laoliu became a true immortal early on and began to accept disciples decades ago, but Chen Qingniu became the third-generation disciple.

You know, Chen Qingniu is not even 30 years old yet. He is in the prime of his life and still young.

Wang Xuan was reborn, feeling relaxed all over. He began to practice the Thirty-Six Forms unconsciously, and then he performed one move after another of the Bull Fist, each one powerful and mighty.

boom!
His punches became heavier and heavier, like a rampaging bull, and finally he threw out a punch, pouring all his strength into it.

A sense of distant wildness emerged, and in the eyes of those students, Wang Xuan in front of them disappeared, and instead there appeared a fearless bull charging forward, crushing everything with its galloping momentum.

When the human body's essence, energy and spirit are integrated into it and the artistic conception is revealed, then this martial art can be considered complete.

After the momentum was exhausted, Wang Xuan's body felt weak. Chen Qingniu clapped his hands and said in praise: "Not bad, the Bull Fist has actually broken through to the perfect state. It seems that your talent is really good."

When the root bones are repaired, there will be such an upward trend, just like the rising sun, full of vigor and energy.

The next period of time should be the fastest stage for Wang Xuan to improve. In five years, he can cross many realms to become a martial arts master or even a meridian-opening cultivator, and within thirty years, he can strive to become a terrestrial immortal. Except for those top talents selected from a billion, this speed is already very fast.

Wang Xuan's heart was filled with emotion. What he had lost back then had finally returned to him, but it had been twelve years, twelve years of his best years.

Youth has passed, and he is no longer a boy. This is somewhat regrettable. The past twelve years seem to have been stolen, and he no longer looks back on those years that seem to have disappeared.

He Laoliu nodded. Yesterday, Chen Qingniu received 1,080 punches from him, while Wang Xuan received 3,600 punches today, but the harvest was ten times that of Chen Qingniu. Wang Xuan was also a promising talent, rational and patient enough to endure the heart-piercing pain, and he had obviously experienced wind and rain.

When Chen Qingniu was eighteen years old, he received ten punches from him for the first time. He almost collapsed from the pain and cried to his grandparents, saying that he didn’t want to be punched anymore. Unfortunately, he was beaten severely anyway. The more he cried and the more he was beaten, the less he cried from the pain he felt.

Because, no matter how loud you shout, it's useless.

This scene of Wang Xuan was seen by too many people. It was obvious that he had undergone a cleansing of the meridians and marrow, or even a better tempering. This was a great opportunity.

Sun En stood far away and did not come forward. He had been sighing these past few days, wondering how his father could no longer be the owner of the museum. This made him feel very sorry.

Helpless, I can only keep my tail between my legs.

Finally, someone came forward shamelessly. He was a disciple from a martial arts school, who was in his thirties and had reached the internal organs training stage. “Old senior, I also want to be hit by your fist. Is it enough to defeat Wang Xuan?”

As a result, He Laoliu glanced at him, and the disciple's soul trembled, as if he was being stared at by a god. There was no secret in his body. He Laoliu snorted: "Get out!"

All kinds of people come to him. Does he have so much free time? Or does he have so much kindness? You are overthinking it.

If you had extraordinary talent and the hope of becoming an immortal in the future, he would be able to establish a good relationship with you. Unfortunately, you don't have that.

The disciple walked away trembling. He was very confused as to why Wang Xuan could be so and still hang around in front of He Laoliu every day. This was so unfair!
However, He Laoliu and Chen Qingniu knew in their hearts that Wang Xuan had a lot of connections with the Xianwu Battle Hall and that they were different.

For the rest of the day, Wang Xuan practiced martial arts, honing his skills, including the Golden Bell Cover, the Bull Fist, the Dominant Sword and Bow Pulling Technique, the Bone Shrinking Technique, the Expanding Technique, the Everlasting Life Technique, and so on.

His new bones made him feel that everything was new. The experience of practicing was incomparable to the past. The control over his body and the subtle details were like upgrading a camera from 100,000 pixels to 10 million pixels.

He performed each move very easily and freely. His body was able to support it and there was no need to worry that his body would not be able to bear the excessive burst.

Wang Xuan felt that the power of his moves had improved, at least 20% to 30%. With the same kung fu moves, he could easily defeat his yesterday self.

All the changes can only be described as a complete transformation. He has been reborn.

After practicing for a day, one would naturally feel tired, and Chen Qingniu was even more tired. He was watched by his master every day, so practicing was extremely hard, but of course the rewards were enormous.

With this progress, he is confident that he can enter the Earthly Immortal realm within three months.

"Wang Xuan, I have a jar of good wine. It's a good thing that can promote blood circulation, remove blood stasis, and strengthen qi and blood. It will make you feel a hundred times more comfortable after drinking it, and you will still be full of energy when you wake up tomorrow. Would you like a few drinks?" Chen Qingniu invited.

"Since Senior Brother Qingniu has invited me, of course I would agree." Wang Xuan knew that Chen Qingniu liked to drink, so he did not refuse.

Following Chen Qingniu all the way, we arrived at the villa where he lived. It was quiet and peaceful, surrounded by flowers and plants, giving people the feeling of living in seclusion in the mountains.

"Come in." Chen Qingniu opened the door.

Wang Xuan walked through the door in a few steps and entered the living room. At a glance, he saw a complete set of armor with the cracks between the pieces clearly visible.

Wang Xuan looked at the basin-sized fragment in the center of the armor. It was obvious that this was Master Chen's body-protecting treasure, which had been shattered during the battle.

At that time, he had obtained more than 1,200 points of source power from that large piece of debris, which was his biggest gain ever.

"Brother, let me burn some incense for the owner of the museum." Wang Xuan said. The ancient man had gone away on the yellow crane, and he could only remember him.

Chen Qingniu nodded. He was also sad about his father's passing. He walked into the basement with an inexplicable mood to get his fine wine.

(End of this chapter)