363: Chapter 360 Old Zhang, this is a bit outrageous.

Li Changsheng was simply speechless at Master Zhang; he truly was a "big genius."

He shamelessly went to learn some ancient method from an old monk, and now look at the result.

People usually go there to cure infertility, yet he rushed to learn how to become infertile.

"Master Zhang, you had better hurry to the bathroom to check your situation, and then tell me what you see; perhaps there is still some hope."

"Sigh, you... I really don't know what to say to you."

"Relations between men and women are a law of nature; if you hadn't said anything, I would have suspected you were imitating Grandmaster Dong Haichuan and cutting off your own lineage."

"...in order to focus on practicing martial arts, and thus resorted to this method."

Li Changsheng shook his head; come to think of it, for Master Zhang to have achieved such success in Dark Jin at his age, perhaps these Virgin Boy Skills really did play a major role.

After all, most people who focus on cultivating the Dao, practicing martial arts, or studying Buddhism try to find ways to eliminate such distracting thoughts.

Distracting thoughts are like a wild ape in the heart, constantly provoking and disrupting one's thinking, making it impossible to concentrate.

When Grandmaster Dong Haichuan castrated himself back then, it was partly because his anatomy hindered his footwork practice, and partly, of course, to remove the root of worldly troubles.

What Li Changsheng felt most deeply about was the Internal Alchemy Meditation; that thing is a bit eerie.

It wasn't obvious at first, but after a month, his mind became clear and his spirit refreshed, though gradually, he also began to become devoid of desire.

Whether in the Dao, Buddhism, or Tantrism, there are similar theories about seeking a 'body without leakage.'

However, excessive self-control is more harmful than beneficial; although such methods exist, suppressing oneself is not the Great Dao.

If one could achieve the Great Dao simply by maintaining a 'body without leakage,' then how many ascetic practitioners of ancient times would have—if not achieved Immortal Ascension—at least enjoyed great longevity?

But that is not the case; moderate control, without being overly frequent, is enough to prolong life.

As for Internal Alchemy Meditation, Li Changsheng did not reject it; if utilized well, it could help those plagued by unwholesome thoughts to restrain them, gradually calming that restless 'heart-ape,' thereby allowing one to focus their energy on proper pursuits.

However, once that feeling of being devoid of desire takes shape, one can stop practicing for a period of time, as long as it is not treated as the primary method of cultivation.

Li Changsheng occasionally practiced meditation in his spare time, partly to comb through and calm his previous murderous thoughts, and partly to settle his own distracting thoughts.

"There's still hope? I... I'll go right now!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhao nodded repeatedly, as if granted amnesty, and stumbled as he sprinted toward the bathroom.

"Whoa, what's gotten into Master Zhang? He's in such a rush; that doesn't seem like his usual self."

At this moment, Zhou Sheng gently brushed his long sleeves and hurriedly made way for Zhang Zhao, looking somewhat stunned.

"Old Zhou, your fortune-telling is quite accurate; why don't you calculate why he's acting like this?" Li Changsheng said with a smile.

He had always been curious about Old Zhou, and seeing this, he decided to test him.

"Heh, sure, test me!"

Old Zhou was not annoyed at all; on the contrary, he was exceptionally excited. He first looked at Li Changsheng, then at the Azure Dragon, and lowered his head in contemplation.

"Hmm, what could it be? Master Zhang's luck should have been good recently; how could something have gone wrong?"

After a while, Old Zhou looked up skeptically, just in time to meet the knowing, half-smiling gaze of Li Changsheng.

"You might want to calculate it from the perspective of Master Zhang's fertility."

"Oh? There's a problem in that area? That's not right; I asked for his Eight Characters before, and they were very strong. His destiny carries the Heavenly Virtue and Monthly Virtue nobles; he has a tough life."

"People like him might encounter ominous calamities, but he has already turned misfortune into fortune, so his life is incredibly resilient; even if he were to meet a fierce tiger on the road, he would be the one to survive."

"As for fertility, I calculated that too; Master Zhang is destined for many children and many blessings. He's a sharpshooter, there's no mistake—one shot, one hit. How could there be a problem in this regard?"

Zhou Sheng looked confused, as if he had encountered an eternal enigma.

Seeing this, Li Changsheng roughly grasped Old Zhou's abilities; his fortune-telling, physiognomy, and Feng Shui were not confined to a single mold and were quite accurate.

However, he could not accurately predict sudden occurrences, especially when the situation wasn't clearly good or bad.

Of course, it was also possible that he hadn't measured it carefully yet; if he were to perform a detailed calculation in person, he might be able to detect the issue.

But for now, Li Changsheng was completely certain that Zhou Sheng was no ordinary person.

"Besides fortune-telling, Feng Shui, and physiognomy, this person might also be proficient in some form of mind-reading."

Li Changsheng had just deliberately controlled his facial expressions and suppressed all distracting thoughts; at the same time, he had stood up and blocked the view of the Azure Dragon, effectively shielding against that possibility of cheating.

One must realize that mind-reading isn't all that mysterious; some masters of psychology possess, to a certain extent, abilities similar to telepathy.

For instance, Li Changsheng once saw a Japanese Faction variety show where the production team invited experts in this field to guess the patterns on pedestrians' cards.

Some who specialize in training this ability are also adept at voice discrimination, judging whether someone is lying through the pauses and subtle changes in their speech.

A few simple exchanges of dialogue are enough to easily determine someone's true intentions; this ability, which seems incredible to ordinary people, actually has a scientific basis.

About an hour later, Zhang Zhao finally reappeared before everyone, covered in sweat.

"Seeing you struggle so much, is that thing of yours not working properly?" Li Changsheng asked, suppressing a laugh.

Upon hearing this, the Azure Dragon, who had listened from start to finish, couldn't help but chuckle. Zhou Sheng was still a bit confused, but he wore a thoughtful expression.

Seeing this, Li Changsheng, who had been covertly observing Zhou Sheng, nodded inwardly.

"His understanding of Traditional Martial Arts isn't particularly deep, but he seems to know medicine."

Without thinking further, he turned his gaze back to Zhang Zhao.

He saw that our classmate Master Zhang had a mournful look on his face and nodded.

He hadn't looked after his 'little brother' for too long, and only now did he realize that the massive little brother he usually took pride in was actually just a hollow shell, strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

In an hour's time, he had spent fifty-nine minutes and fifty-seven seconds trying to get his little brother to perk up, only for it to deflate in three seconds.

When he saw that scene, Master Zhang's face had turned the color of a pig's liver.

He admitted that he used to look down on Old Chen; a few times when they were in the restroom, he had even mocked him for his little brother not being robust enough.

He had even once heard Old Chen mention his thirty-minute record for his age, and he couldn't help but mock him for it.

Now, he admitted he was wrong.

"How was the color? Was it a waxy yellow? Was the consistency the same as what I described?"

"Yes, it was yellow—a very deep, s***-yellow color—and the consistency was like an '82 slug."

"Uh... Pfft!"

Li Changsheng couldn't hold it back; he admitted that acting this way wasn't right, but he really couldn't help himself.

"Go ahead and laugh, Old Li; just keep laughing. I feel like I'm going to be the end of my line. The Zhang family ends with my generation."

At that moment, the vigorous and spirited Master Zhang of the past was gone, replaced by a walking corpse.

"Ahem! Your situation is... special... too special. I've seen similar cases in medicine, but I've never seen one as absurd as yours."

Li Changsheng rubbed his nose, feeling equally dejected; he had only intended to see if Master Zhang's martial arts practice had gone awry.

Instead, it had turned into a consultation for infertility.