195: Break through the sixth level, strengthen Fu Shi Po
On an unremarkable morning,
Han Lie successfully broke through to the sixth-rank, his Blood Qi surpassed the 100,000 mark, and 600 of his body's acupoints were opened, just one step away from fully opening all 720 acupoints.
“Query panel!”
“Blood Qi: 100001
Existing Attributes: Congenital Medicine Saint Body 4.0, Ancient Blood Source 3.0, With Weakness Wins Strength 9.0, Knife Intent Grandmaster 9.0, Phoenix Killer 8.0, Bullying the Weak 2.0, Heavenly Destiny Great Villain 1.0, Calamity of Myriad Races 2.0, Chang Sheng General!
Blood Qi Quality Level: ACE+++++++
Body Strength Level: ACE+++++++++++
Strengthened Seven Souls: Corpse Dog Soul, Non-toxic Soul, Magpie Yin Soul, Filth Cleansing Soul, Stinky Lung Soul, Thief Swallowing Soul, Arrow Suppressing Soul
Other: Blood Qi Immortal Tree Height (10,000 zhang), Physical Divine Body Size (100 zhang)”
“Whew—”
After a quick glance at the panel,
a sense of satisfaction welled up from the bottom of his heart. It seemed that coming to the Town Boundary Tower was an extremely wise decision. In just a few months, his strength had undergone earth-shattering changes.
The current Han Lie
could easily crush his past self from a few months ago. He had also risen from an ordinary freshman brat to a leader of a municipal district.
Of course, Han Lie's influence was certainly not limited to this; purely in terms of strength, he could already protect the safety of tens of millions of people.
“There’s still a lot of room for improvement!”
Han Lie ate his morning tea, pondering slowly.
He knew that to advance to the seventh-rank, he needed to make a simple enclosure of his own body, like a house, and leave channels for communication with the outside world.
By relying on the interaction between inside and outside,
he would nourish his physical body and cultivate his Essence, Qi, and Spirit.
By then, this intricate house of his would not only have its form but also its spirit.
“I just don’t know how to break through…”
Han Lie was quite troubled.
It wasn't that he hadn't tried asking Ji Nu and the others; after all, they were high-rank beings. But the results were somewhat unsatisfactory.
Ji Nu and the others stated that they had never had such a problem because they were naturally able to perceive spiritual power and cultivate it through their innate talent.
And spiritual power itself was like a protective shield, preventing one's energy from leaking out and actively communicating with all things.
Clearly, they were taking a completely different path from Han Lie.
Han Lie learned a little about it.
He made some references.
He estimated that he would have to walk the rest of the path himself. After all, no one could have imagined that he was only at the third-rank when he entered, and in less than half a year, he was already contemplating advancing to the seventh-rank.
“No rush!”
Han Lie, adhering to the idea that things would work themselves out, temporarily put this matter aside. For now, it seemed he would reach the peak of the sixth-rank.
It should take another week.
...............
That noon,
Han Lie briefly listened to a few short tunes, ate some high-grade food, was deceived into an illusion by Lü Nu, and in front of the mirror in the dance studio, he grabbed her twin ponytails.
Then, as he entered the sage mode,
the last of the seven human souls,
Arrow Suppressing Soul,
was successfully strengthened.
Han Lie immediately felt his thoughts become clearer, allowing him to think rationally about the current situation and make the most correct judgments.
His Essence, Qi, and Spirit were greatly enhanced.
The waste in his body significantly decreased.
“These Seven Souls?”
“Are they just simple ability enhancements?”
Han Lie had an epiphany: if he spent time training these abilities, he should gain good results.
But clearly,
that would be a bit of a waste of time for him.
Better to listen to songs at a brothel.
Han Lie pushed Lü Nu away and went straight to the main hall, casually summoning the storyteller and asking,
“Where did we leave off last time?”
Listening to music every day could also get tiresome, so listening to stories was a good alternative entertainment. Han Lie liked this particular storyteller very much; he was very cultured.
“...Young Master!”
The storyteller wiped his sweat. He was quite nervous in front of Han Lie, not only because the latter held his life in his hands,
but also because Han Lie had conquered several empresses, and figures like Ji Nu were essentially his direct superiors.
Han Lie might have to consider rules and his status if he killed him, and killing too many people wasn't easy to handle, but for Ji Nu and the others, killing him was just a word.
Simply put,
he had been treading on thin ice these past few days.
So, he racked his brains, wanting to amuse Han Lie, and said with a smile:
“Last time, we talked about Lin Daiyu pulling out the weeping willow…”
“Now she has left the shore and boarded a boat, with a light boat and fast sails, she has arrived at Zhenjiang Prefecture, planning to stop for a meal before heading to Jinling Rongguo Mansion!”
“Just as she was about to go ashore, suddenly there was a shouting sound from the shore. She looked back and saw a small boat by the shore, with a woman standing in the boat shed, dressed in white, with beautiful eyes like a painting, and a graceful figure…”
“The woman softly called to Daiyu, ‘Miss, do you have an extra umbrella?’”
“Daiyu told the young attendant to return to the boat and fetch another umbrella to send back. She walked with the woman, and they introduced themselves to each other. The woman said her surname was Bai!”
“Daiyu then said, ‘Hello, Lady Bai…’”
“The woman said, ‘Hello, Sister Daiyu…’”
“Then… the two became acquainted…”
Han Lie lay on the recliner, enjoying Yu Ni's massage, listening with great interest.
This story was about Lin Daiyu's first encounter with Lady Bai, and warming wine to capture Fahai at Jinshan Temple.
I must say,
the small workshop really went all out.
.............
Three days passed in a flash.
Everyone lay in Han Lie's live stream every day, experiencing the most luxurious life, a dream beyond their reach.
At the same time,
they received a spiritual shock at a fixed time every day, looking at Han Lie's indicators, which were longer than their lives, and routinely entered an hour-long phase of doubting life.
It could be said that,
such a life of enjoyment, while also achieving such incredible accomplishments, was a blatant torment for every hardworking person.
However, many people, even if they were battered and bruised, would still open the live stream early the next morning, and the more they were tormented, the more enjoyable it became.
And at this moment,
someone suddenly discovered a key point. This person happened to be the demon beast director who had previously been unoptimistic about Han Lie. Now he had given himself a very Chinese-sounding name.
His name was now Old Eight.
A homophone for 'prison daddy'.
He looked at the live stream and suddenly said,
“No,”
“No!!!”
“Han Lie hasn’t pooped in four days!!”
“???”
Upon hearing this, the other directors were stunned.
If their reaction to Han Lie was merely mental shock, then their reaction to the Old Eight in front of them was a physiological shock that made their stomachs churn.
“..............”
No one dared to respond.
In the field of eating poop, they had no right to speak.
Old Eight felt the gazes of his colleagues and immediately became annoyed, “What are you thinking!?!”
“You don’t think I’m coveting Han Lie’s poop, do you? I already said, I admit defeat!!”
“I’m not trying to cheat for food and drink!!!”
“........”
No one replied.
Finally, it was the Sea God Clan's director, because the two had been on good terms before, who perfunctorily answered, “Oh!”
“Oh your mom!!!”
Old Eight frantically clutched his hair. Clearly, he still couldn't accept the invisible discrimination from his colleagues regarding the matter of eating poop. He didn't want to explain it anymore.
He said directly,
“Damn it, I’m too lazy to talk to you guys!!”
“I mean, Han Lie hasn’t pooped in four days, and based on my previous observations of him, because he consumes a large amount of food every day, he has a bowel movement every three days!!”
“But he hasn’t pooped in four days, do you know what that means?”
“Means… what?”
“Constipation?”
Many directors harbored a malicious sense of humor. They understood Old Eight's intention but thought it was too disgusting and didn't say it out loud.
Unexpectedly,
Old Eight’s next sentence
made their pupils widen slightly.
“It means Han Lie has strengthened his Arrow Suppressing Soul!! And the Arrow Suppressing Soul was mentioned in 'Ling Shu · Tian Nian' of the 'Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon'. You should know what this means, right?”
“Forget it, let me explain it to you. Simply put, when human martial artists strengthen the Arrow Suppressing Soul, this soul can help humans convert food residue and decaying matter into miraculous power!!”
“The manifestation is not pooping!!!”
“Uh…”
The others were astonished.
You want to say I know, don't be so excited.
They didn't know much about humans initially, but as Han Lie grew stronger, they were forced to learn a lot of relevant information.
Since they were all top martial artists, understanding these common facts was quite easy. Someone searched through their memories and swallowed hard.
“If I’m not mistaken, Han Lie has already strengthened six souls, and now he has strengthened another one, does that mean…”
“He’s at the sixth-rank?!”
“Exactly!!”
Old Eight clenched his fists; this was exactly what he wanted to explain!!
“He’s at the sixth-rank!!!”
“Ah?!”
Everyone was dumbfounded. If the strength growth indicator was just a number, then becoming a sixth-rank was a tangible achievement.
Even Demon War!
was only barely at the fourth-rank!!
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