Chapter 262: “point Allocation” Benefit
Xuan Chong hurriedly left the dormitory and the navy military camp. But soon after, the “line force field” forming a spiderweb radar area on his body sensed that someone in the military camp was following him synchronously, and they were driving a sedan.
Xuan Chong was stunned for a moment, feeling that he had been very low-key in the military camp and hadn’t offended anyone. So in a few quick moves, he circled into an alley, then used torque to rub up the wall, flipped over the obstacle, and left.
After circling around, Xuan Chong arrived behind an inn and rented a room. The innkeeper saw Xuan Chong’s identity and quickly said: “Military Master, you can stay, but you can’t do anything else here!”
Xuan Chong: “Just half a day, I’ll leave after half a day.”
The innkeeper paused, then said euphemistically: “Our place (secret prostitutes) isn’t clean, you have a bright future, don’t…”
Xuan Chong said angrily: “What are you saying? I’m an upright man. Why would I come to your place to attract bees and butterflies.”
The innkeeper glanced at the air behind Xuan Chong: “Even if you bring your ‘same-sex marriage’ partner, our small inn can’t afford it.”
Xuan Chong restrained the impulse to punch him: “I just want to take a bath, give me a clean bucket!”
After a few breaths, Xuan Chong changed his mind and took out ten silver dollars: “Forget your bucket, where’s your kitchen?”
Xuan Chong walked into the kitchen and directly carried away the large ceramic water vats the cooks had stored there, using torque to lift them. The innkeeper was stunned, and a cook nearby shouted: “Grandpa, this is our rice-cooking tool, you can’t—”
The innkeeper nearby pulled the cook aside and held him down, then said to Xuan Chong: “Sir, use it slowly, this is our rice-cooking vat, absolutely clean, very clean.” — The cook hadn’t seen Xuan Chong’s identification and thought he was some prestigious sect member traveling the martial world, so he wanted to argue, but the innkeeper knew clearly that Xuan Chong was genuinely from the main camp.
As for why Xuan Chong specifically came here to take a bath?
To the innkeeper, as long as it wasn’t some scandal or connecting with any lowlifes, it wasn’t an issue.
…Martial arts physics…
In the room, after Xuan Chong hung up the rubber cloth (similar to raincoat material) as a bathing door curtain, the innkeeper also delivered several buckets of boiling hot water.
Xuan Chong looked at the steaming large vat, casually closed the door, and used torque to completely lock the door tight.
With a flick of his sleeve cuff, a ceramic jar spun into his palm. After peeling off the wax seal on the bottle mouth, the Herb Restoration Liquid emitted a refreshing, lung-cleansing aroma.
Xuan Chong hesitated for a moment, then took an enamel cup, also got alcohol, and carefully dripped three drops of “Grass Returning Pill” into the cup, then poured in alcohol to dissolve it, held it in his mouth. But he didn’t swallow immediately, instead keeping it under his tongue, mixing it with saliva, letting it flow down the esophagus like threads.
From the last transmigration, Xuan Chong understood how to consume this kind of “spiritual material.”
One bottle of Grass Returning Pill totals one tael, about thirty-one grams, 145 drops. For initial body refining, 3 to 5 drops daily, divided into morning, noon, and evening, lasting about 35 days.
Now for Xuan Chong’s first time taking it, to awaken vitality throughout his body, he used three drops at once.
As Xuan Chong felt the liquid dripping into his stomach bit by bit, gradually it was like throwing fuel into a furnace—his whole body became extremely hot, especially the fat areas. Most of the time, there are no nerves there, but now the fat on his body was twitching, the remaining scant fat on his inner thighs and lower abdomen—Xuan Chong clearly felt the energy in the fat areas surging toward the muscles, even into the bone marrow. Of course, this was just an illusion, but the fullness feeling in the muscles and bone marrow was real.
And his body temperature felt higher and higher, like it was on fire. To keep his clothes from getting soaked with sweat, Xuan Chong entered the vat.
He took a towel, soaked it in cold water from the basin, and placed it on his body. Soon, white steam rose from the towel, like the heat rising from his head after a long run.
An hour and forty-five minutes later, Xuan Chong finally digested this dose. His hearing became sensitive; he could even hear the buzzing of flies outside the window.
Xuan Chong stood up, but didn’t pay attention, and suddenly hit his head on the ceiling, without activating torque on his body.
Then, Xuan Chong looked at his fingers, hesitated, straightened his body, picked up the small bucket nearby, and with a slight hook of his pinky, the bucket floated lightly like cotton. Yet the water sloshing inside showed the bucket’s mass was real.
Xuan Chong pondered, gripped the metal faucet handle nearby, and squeezed lightly—the handle immediately bore a thumbprint.
Xuan Chong looked at this surprising scene, shrinking his body toward the vat—and with that shrink, waves splashed from the vat!
Undoubtedly, the effects of the Grass Returning Pill were now excessively strong! In Da Yao, which could produce a mid-martial plane where one person sweeps hundreds individually (Wu Hengyu’s gun weighing six thousand jin), even a little cultivation reached this level. More importantly, it worked smoothly in this plane too.
Now, the force he casually exerted was hard for him to control; soaking in this vat used the water’s buffering to slow his movements somewhat.
If he really couldn’t control it, he’d have to use torque to constrain himself in reverse—previously, torque was used as a lever to amplify his power.
Xuan Chong was curious why he could crush metal, so he found another item: the dumbbell in the corner.
After using torque to hook it over, Xuan Chong reached out and squeezed the dumbbell. Rust flakes shot off it, and the inside seemed melted, becoming very malleable. Soon, fingerprints were left on the dumbbell.
Xuan Chong closely examined his fingers. A layer of “qi membrane” coated his hands—this true qi film not only protected them but forcibly infiltrated the metal, completing the mechanical release.
Otherwise, with bare hands, even hydraulic plier strength couldn’t be borne by skin and flesh.
Xuan Chong rubbed his lower abdomen, where qi sensation already existed; as he rubbed, the qi in his lower abdomen was like mercury in a cup, squeezing to the other side with hand pressure. This true qi connected to his limbs and bones. Not as the Dongtu instructor said, that initial drawing qi into the body only nourishes in the dantian.
An hour later, Xuan Chong virtually gripped the door handle to open the door, with buffering torque on his hands and limbs. His movements were already quite normal.
Once, torque amplified jumps and used lever effects for greater strikes; now, to avoid damaging surroundings, he forcibly wrapped himself in a layer of “cotton.”
Previously, this cotton protected Xuan Chong; from hundreds of meters away, an oncoming heavy truck, he could feel the breeze, sensing the surging potential energy in advance. Like a passive radar receiving electromagnetic waves.
Now, as he left the room, this system became an active emitting radar, sweeping grass, trees, and leaves hundreds of meters away with transmitted torque!
Xuan Chong’s torque attached his excessively strong physical strength to hundreds of points around him.
In Xuan Chong’s current “pencil case diagramming” view, thousands of virtual lines connected his arms and palms. These virtual line points docked to stable anchors like big trees and buildings; even slightly touching an unstable tile anchor made it crack.
…Novel? Exchange List…
Xuan Chong checked “Brave Soldier”; the Grass Returning Pill he drew had one spot dimmed, with seventy-two more Grass Returning Pill mentions in the whole book.
Sports student’s explanation: This world’s physics rules enabled black technology in industrial technology. But before the industrial revolution, these rules supported the classical era’s mystical power systems.
“Martial Dao True Qi” and Western things like “vampire dark power” and “werewolf mutation” are second-tier powers, manufacturable “energy fields.” Dragon Seed power and Ancestor Spirit are truly first-tier transcendent powers that can twist rules.
Even so, by this world’s standards, the Grass Returning Pill’s energy was heaven-defyingly strong, a system exchange product.
Back to now, Xuan Chong realized that sip was equivalent to half a lifetime’s true qi for a martial arts internal cultivator.
If by orthodox sect canons like Hua Shan Sect or Shaolin, suddenly taking such potent true qi energy would cause blockages, requiring corresponding internal cultivation methods to circulate true qi through limbs and bones.
But what was Liu Haoxing’s family situation? The house was full of such treasured body refining manuals, just no one practiced them.
This stuff consumed too many resources and time. Xuan Chong didn’t accept the family instructor’s suggested medicinal bath quenching, but he inquired: proper quenching consumed medicinal materials by the ton.
Though Xuan Chong hadn’t practiced, he understood it. Plus, this half-year’s “Body Fixing Technique” excellently corrected his body, shielding against alcohol, sex, and essence leaks, keeping his body constant (strong immunity, stable spirit, great stress resistance, powerful breathing). So those three drops of Grass Returning Pill digested just like that.
Now, under the Body Fixing Technique system, the “insufficient control” issues made Xuan Chong dare not take more—he needed to ensure he could coordinate current “true qi” control without affecting daily life.
After trying for a while, Xuan Chong consciously standardized his movements.
His steps and arm swings were extremely standard, like carved from a mold, to avoid accidents.
After leaving the inn, Xuan Chong walked past the car monitoring him, pretending to be nonchalant, like a student striding past a teacher checking internet cafes after self-study.
The car that was following him at first got shaken off, searched a circle without finding him, and parked at the military camp gate, waiting.
…Outdated version stuff, big clearance sale…
Slipping back to the military camp, Xuan Chong sensed the “flowing” coin on his finger; if he willed it, even without torque, the coin could embed into the wall like a bullet.
Xuan Chong took a deep breath: Truly cheating.
This world has martial dao, but its decline is inevitable. These days, martial arts manuals are everywhere like printed matter, but with many restrictions.
For example, “Yijin Jing” yoga technique, mystically revered three hundred years ago, actually requires half a lifetime’s cultivation to practice, needing enough cultivation for “bone refining” to ensure upright root bones, infiltrating bone marrow, making all bones flexible or rigid—i.e., bone shrinking technique.
Though body techniques can still kill with falling leaves, compared to firearm and cannon advances, a talented person’s twenty years of hard training can’t match five years of marksmanship training.
Cultivating body techniques consumes not just time but also worldly vision.
Now it’s the industrial age! Lethal things aren’t just sabers, spears, hidden weapons—cyanide, explosives, iron nails work too, and the martial world is messy.
In this era of martial cultivator decline, Xuan Chong discovered he could “point allocate” freely.
Today, if Xuan Chong willed it, he could reach the immortal realm level of martial dao from nearly two thousand years ago legends!
Xuan Chong gazed at the distant setting sun: “Speaking of, if I really had a teenage mindset, I’d be silly happy finding my own shortcut. Relying on this shortcut that lets the world acknowledge my achievements, I’d feel refreshed like drinking sweet dew in midsummer. And then fully devote myself to this path.”
At this point, Xuan Chong shook his head; now he felt no excitement for “stepping onto his own path,” just that after the era’s end, martial dao was outdated!
Why did Xuan Chong think martial dao outdated? The system casually tossing him stuff obviously meant it was outdated.
Like in ancient costume dramas, heroes killing for good sword iron, while modern people with readily available threaded steel wouldn’t excite over premium steel—and even bringing it to ancient times, no excitement, just thinking of making guns, cannons, steam engines.
Xuan Chong “slap” slapped himself, the force field on his face and palm canceling each other.
Xuan Chong said stubbornly: It’s not that I’m mature, it’s that I went to school, no longer childish.
Feeling his self-slapping looked “undignified,” he glanced around.
Suddenly, Xuan Chong froze, because 564.455 meters northeast, someone was watching him with a telescope.
Just as Xuan Chong used a ruler to precisely align his view there, suddenly a voice came to his ear.
“Are you a student too?”
Xuan Chong jolted; by then the ruler-measured torque showed a girl with very complex folded bun hairstyle, bright eyes, beautiful face—a beautiful young girl.
More importantly, Xuan Chong saw she wore Five Oceans Festival tuner clothes.
But separated by five hundred meters, her voice reaching his ear—Xuan Chong discovered via torque that the sound waves weren’t transmitted but originated centered on him.
Xuan Chong also guided his voice with torque: “Who are you?”
…Standoff…
560 meters away, Qin Tianyi heard Xuan Chong’s voice, clearly detecting the source, looking toward the torque direction, sensing the “strings” of these vibrating sounds.
Qin Tianyi: “I’m also a student like you.”
Xuan Chong alert: “Student?” Realizing something.
Tianyi friendly introduced: “I study art.”
Tianyi mildly added: “Seems we’re on the same side.”
Then this art student issued an invitation to Xuan Chong! Because she knew this world was entering a war era.
Ten minutes later, Xuan Chong skeptically asked: “You say this world will have a great catastrophe? Really?”
Tianyi like a background-explaining NPC: “Yes, you seem to have a ‘commander-level’ task, mine is ‘cultural ideological stability’ task. After transmigration, we can complement each other.”
Xuan Chong quickly ended the talk: “Mm, keep communication, cooperate if necessary.”
Tianyi earnestly: “You’re not asking for my contact info?”
Xuan Chong: “Not needed for now, students’ main task is study. If something comes up, I’ll find you.”
Tianyi: ……
…Indifferent as water…
Tianyi watched Xuan Chong, who was shielding her with an umbrella-like thread network, slowly withdrawing, quite surprised.
Qin Tianyi touched her face: “Do I make people annoyed?”
If others saw now, they’d see a “teary-eyed” look; undoubtedly, the answer was no.
She herself knew her current appearance was top-tier for this era, but this “hurt little cutie aggrieved” expression was already “natural.”
Using language for resonance, expressions for sympathy, conduct for recognition—this was the standardized social consensus for women after the 26th century.
Just as after the millennium, Eastern full industrialization created vast industrial jobs, making lazybones historically extinct; because men who truly worked had money to support themselves. When most men universally confirmed labor yielded gains, diligence and cooperation became male universal values.
And in the 26th century, with Body Fixing Technique and advanced nano-correction tech, from childhood everyone’s bone structure developed controllably.
Girls who complied naturally grew into heavenly beauties. And when everyone could be heavenly beauties? Maximizing positive emotional output to interaction targets became universal values.
Women of Qin Tianyi’s era sighed at several centuries prior “doing one’s own thing, venting destructive emotions” to assert existence as “tyrannical” dark barbaric era.
“First meeting, he’s wary of me.” Qin Tianyi felt it abnormal, so asked the system: “Which era is this classmate from?”
Art school system: “Warning, don’t pry into other students during exams.”
