Chapter 17: Strength enters the bone marrow, blood transfusion for days
The dim square gradually fell into silence.

It was as if the previous noise was just an illusion. As the setting sun sank into the horizon and night fell, the veil of moonlight enveloped the corpse in the abandoned square.

A strong smell of blood filled the air.

Zhou Yan looked down at Lin Qing, whose eyes dimmed, and said calmly: "The Tao is unattainable. Seeking the Tao is to prove miracles and to achieve self-improvement."

"How can the martial arts community be an obstacle?"

Under the moonlight, Zhou Yan felt a little lonely.

During this era, martial arts began to overcome their decline and gradually flourish, and various schools and traditions of martial arts began to recruit large numbers of disciples.

For a while, it seemed that everywhere was filled with people who yearned for martial arts.

But there are still very few people seeking the truth.

Most of them are like Lin Qing, who learned martial arts by chance, or because they thought martial arts could make money, or because they looked handsome and were convenient for picking up women and saving face.

There are not many that are truly pure.

"Tang Zichen, Wang Chao, Baliming, GOD, right now, martial arts has not really risen yet, and its luck is low. It is not possible for many heroes to compete for supremacy. There are really not many people who can truly be called those seeking martial arts."

Looking up at the sky, the moon is bright.

Zhou Yan looked at the eternal moon, which would not change even if millions of years passed in the blink of an eye. He then thought that warriors could only rely on a lifespan of a hundred years and the existence of ants to peek into the great way of heaven and earth.

Although I sighed, I never retreated in my heart.

He knew that this world was not simply a world of martial arts. If one could cultivate martial arts to the highest level, there might be a chance to develop spiritual power and achieve extraordinary results.

The most terrifying thing about seeking the Tao is not the difficulty of practicing, but the fact that the road ahead is dead and there is no hope in sight.

But Zhou Yan could see that glorious road, so naturally he would not be confused.

"Since you use me as a knife, you will be responsible for cleaning the floor."

Suppressing the distracting thoughts in his mind, Zhou Yan turned and left.

He did not clean up the scene or contact anyone specifically. Instead, he returned to the hotel leisurely, not afraid of being discovered at all.

Since Zhou Yan makes knives, people who use knives must naturally have the awareness and means to use them.

In the hotel, Zhou Yan returned to his room.

Without any hurry or impatience, he simply tidied up and sat upright on the bed, concentrating with his eyes closed, carefully recalling the battle not long ago.

The use of strength, the flow of qi and blood, and the changes in emotions.

Punches and feet moved, martial arts were intertwined.

And how he felt about his own condition when fighting with dozens of warriors.

In the fight with dozens of warriors including Lin Qing, Zhou Yan actually had no advantage. He was even at a great disadvantage because two fists could not defeat four hands.

Just one touch and the situation will be reversed immediately.

But he just responded calmly, and used all his martial arts, boxing, kung fu, mind, and judgment of the battle to the limit.

The mind is not confused and the heart is free from doubts.

That's it.

Zhou Yan has a habit of reviewing every battle and practice, savoring the details, discovering his own mistakes and correcting them.

After a moment, Zhou Yan let out a breath.

Then he stood up, lowered his waist and abdomen slightly, took a standard fist stance, and slowly pushed his fists and feet.

Huhu~
The sound of wind gradually rises, and the strength circulates throughout the body.

After digesting the inspiration gained from the previous battle, Zhou Yan began to practice, turning what he had learned into his own use, without any feeling of fatigue after the battle.

Inhale and exhale the air, and circulate the strength.

The warmth spread quickly, and as he performed boxing, the Qi and blood in Zhou Yan's body became more active. The strength penetrated deep into his bones, and the movement and stillness created a sound like thunder.

This time, Zhou Yan grasped that balance in the dark.

In the battle with dozens of martial arts masters including Lin Qing, Zhou Yan's mind was highly concentrated, and he unknowingly stimulated greater potential, and his understanding and control of Hua Jin was further improved.

If you practice again at this time, the feeling will be completely different.

Zhou Yan felt it carefully. The vibrations caused by the transformation of energy continued to be transmitted to his bone marrow. A strange feeling that seemed both cold and warm reverberated throughout his body.

Between the punches and kicks, the rolling 'thunder' became much duller.

There was nothing strange about it. It was just an ordinary battle for Zhou Yan. It was an inspiration that led to a breakthrough in his realm and the mastery of kung fu.

The water is full and overflowing, that's all.

After a long time, Zhou Yan calmed down and said thoughtfully:

"The power has penetrated into the marrow. So that's how it is. This is the so-called blood transfusion skill."

At this time, Zhou Yan could feel that his weight had increased slightly. It was not because of the growth of muscles and bones, but because of the increase in the weight of blood.

Zhou Yan knew that this was the new blood replacing the old blood.

As the strength strengthens the bone marrow, the quality of the blood will become higher and higher, able to provide more nutrition to the body, and then his physical condition will usher in another wave of growth.

"Bone marrow hematopoiesis, the realm of marrow training is to strengthen the bone marrow, so that the ability to produce blood is improved, and as the human body circulates, the physical fitness is gradually improved, and blood is exchanged.

This process repeats about once every three months, no wonder it is called the Hundred Days of Blood Transfusion. If I can cultivate to the Dan Bao realm, when the real blood transfusion comes, my physique may really surpass the limits of humans."

Martial artists have a high level of control and proficiency over themselves, not to mention that Zhou Yan has already entered the realm of transforming strength and training marrow. With a little concentration of his mind, he can already notice subtle changes in himself.

"There are three levels of Hua Jin: training bones, training marrow, and training internal organs. As long as a martial artist can perfect these three realms, the human body's physical fitness can be trained to the extreme."

"If we make another breakthrough, it won't be martial arts anymore, it will be the way of martial arts."

"A warrior who holds the elixir, with a little elixir power, can move qi and blood, breaking the limits of the human body and truly beginning to develop his body's potential, which may even involve the modification of his own genes.

I need to prepare myself first.”

Zhou Yan's eyes flickered as he thought deeply.

This is not because he is too ambitious, but it is the path he has to take after analysis. He cannot just practice blindly without planning anything and then foolishly hit his head against the wall.

That's not a martial artist, that's a fool. "I have now broken through to the realm of marrow training. I can be considered a master in the Chinese martial arts world. Apart from those who live in seclusion, there are not many threats left."

Zhou Yan said solemnly:
"I'd better quickly cut ties with Yan Yuanyi. I can't always be controlled by others. This has nothing to do with plundering and absorbing nutrients from the martial arts world. It's always inappropriate to be led by others by the nose."

Zhou Yan didn't care about being an enemy of the martial arts community.

As a 'time traveler', he was once the best in the world. In addition to practicing martial arts, his methods in some matters would most likely lead to the same results.

But if your every move is monitored and even your itinerary is secretly arranged by someone, it would be very uncomfortable, and it would also be dangerous.

Just like this assassination.

How could some second- and third-rate martial arts forces find their own accommodation across several cities in just a few days and gather more than ten dark force masters and dozens of bright force warriors?
"Talk to them sometime."

Zhou Yan analyzed the pros and cons and made a decision immediately.

The sky is clear and the red glow has not yet faded.

There was still a slight damp chill in the air, but the streets were crowded with people coming and going in a hurry.

Zhou Yan sat in front of a restaurant and ordered several breakfasts. He did not swallow them whole, but ate them slowly, chewing rhythmically and then swallowing.

This is a way of eating that is very helpful for digesting nutrients.

If Zhou Yan's martial arts could be further improved and he could master the skill of transforming energy and training the internal organs, he could mobilize his energy to speed up the digestion of food and greatly improve the speed and efficiency of obtaining nutrition.

Practicing martial arts is not just about punches and kicks.

On the contrary, the cultivation of strength is only a part of it, while all aspects of daily life are the big part and the key to maintaining strength.

Knowing how to fight is just the basics, knowing how to raise is the key.

"coming?"

Zhou Yan swallowed a mouthful of bun, shook his head slightly, and said in a light tone:
"sit."

There weren't many customers in the store, but there were still about a dozen.

Zhou Yan spoke only after he realized someone was observing him.

Not far away, a middle-aged man about forty years old stood up, walked slowly, and went straight towards Zhou Yan. He was not distracted by external things, and his purpose was very obvious.

"It comes naturally."

The middle-aged man looked gloomy, he sat down in response, sighed, and said softly: "Smiling Yama, you are really so majestic and have great martial arts skills. These dozens of martial arts masters can be killed even with Huajin, but this time, all of them fell into your hands.

What a great spirit!"

This sentence shows the extraordinary identity of the middle-aged man.

Dozens of people died last night. Normally, the news would have been kept secret, but this person actually knew the inside story, even the identities of Zhou Yan and Lin Qing.

"The Jianghu is all about fighting and killing, isn't it?"

Zhou Yan looked up and saw a man with ordinary appearance. He had a strong body and was an expert in Kung Fu. His level was not low and he was almost perfect in Ming Jin.

But Zhou Yan didn't care:

"A few people died, so what?"

"How many people died?"

The middle-aged man almost laughed out of anger, glanced around, and said in a deep voice: "There are dozens of dark energy level masters, and dozens of bright energy warriors. I don't know how huge the network of relationships involved is.

You actually said it so lightly?"

The death of dozens of warriors at once would shock the entire martial arts world, not to mention the number of warriors Zhou Yan had killed in the past few months.

It is extremely difficult to train a warrior. It consumes a lot of energy and valuable resources. If the forces behind dozens of warriors are to track them down, they will unite to launch an attack.

Even if they are official people, they can't get away with it!

And even if they were not warriors, but just ordinary people, this number of casualties has not occurred in many years. It is a major accident and can attract the attention of the higher-ups.

At that time, if there is accountability.
"Ah."

Zhou Yan laughed when he heard this:
"You said it as if it wasn't you who fanned the flames."

Warriors and the government have been incompatible since ancient times.

Heroes break the law with force, and any qualified ruler will try his best to suppress the existence of the martial arts world. Even in modern times, it is no exception.

Zhou Yan challenged people everywhere and made a knife.

The official is the man holding the knife, who will slowly cut off the flesh of the martial arts community, slowly let the blood flow, and finally kill with the final blow.

But no one expected that Zhou Yan's knife was so sharp.

Not only did he challenge warriors everywhere, he also took advantage of the situation to search for martial arts secrets and martial arts heritage, which immediately intensified the conflicts in the martial arts world to the extreme.

This is unbearable and does not match what some people imagine.

Naturally I became angry.

Moreover, although most warriors are richer than ordinary people, the death of a few of them will not cause any problem. It is exactly what the authorities want and it also makes it easier to cover up the news.

If the person who died was an ordinary person, it would be difficult to deal with.

"You are so brave!"

The middle-aged man took a few deep breaths, calmed down, and said again: "After this, you should stay calm for a while. When the storm passes, the organization will give you intelligence and let you take action."

This is what is meant by the above.

And according to their analysis, Zhou Yan must have mastered the skill of Hua Jin, which greatly improved his personal mobility and destructive power, and increased his danger many times.

The current situation is somewhat unbalanced and they cannot take any risks.

"Did you make a mistake?"

Zhou Yan swallowed the last mouthful of porridge, put down the porcelain bowl and a mobile phone, pointed his finger, exerted force, and then stood up and left: "Who said I was doing things for you?"

The middle-aged man was left staring at the slowly rotating, cracked porcelain bowl with a gloomy face, angry but not daring to say anything:

"The power spread all over the porcelain bowl, cracking the porcelain pieces without causing them to break. This level of power is already very subtle, it's a skill that has penetrated the marrow. Has he actually reached this point?"

(End of this chapter)