Eternal Life: I Can Control My Essence Qi-Chapter 39: Night Rain in the Martial World (Part 2)
"That person surnamed Chu had a conflict with the Government Office?"
Zhang Yao, who was playing chess, felt a stir in his heart upon hearing the conversation.
He was a bit curious. How could the Zhui Feng Sword, who was said to have a good reputation and a righteous aura, have a conflict with the Government Office?
However, the curious thought flashed through his mind and he didn’t intend to probe further. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
Chu Xingge didn’t matter to him. Whether he lived or died, Zhang Yao didn’t care. He just wanted to watch for entertainment.
"Heh heh..."
The old man across from him laughed heh heh, stroked his goatee, and showed a look of satisfaction.
Only then did Zhang Yao realize that he had made a mistake in his chess move due to a momentary lack of concentration, putting himself at a great disadvantage.
"Damn it!"
He cursed lightly and tried to regain control of the game, but he quickly succumbed to a crushing defeat and had to concede.
Departing with a gloomy mood, Zhang Yao heard the old man behind him laughing heartily, making him even more displeased.
"Something’s wrong..."
Back at the medical hall, after pondering briefly, Zhang Yao revealed a faint hint of joy.
He was an Absolute Peak Expert, possessing remarkable control over his body.
Even a slight distraction should not have caused him to make a mistake in his move; the probability was exceedingly small, yet it happened.
What does this indicate?
"The nurturing process of Martial Arts True Qi, no matter how subtle or slow, still affects the body."
A realization flashed through Zhang Yao’s mind:
"It’s just that the effect is so minuscule. Perhaps because my nurturing speed is relatively fast, it’s somewhat ’noticeable’."
Following this line of thought, he contemplated further:
If the body is affected by the nurturing of True Qi, then conversely, drastic changes in the body must also affect, or even disrupt and interrupt the nurturing process of True Qi.
To successfully complete this phase, in addition to maintaining a stable Mental Realm, it’s best not to engage in combat with others.
But the problem is: while Absolute Peak Experts enjoy high status and great power, it also means dealing with more challenging troubles and tougher enemies.
To avoid conflict for over a decade is impossible, unless one gives up status, hides one’s identity, and waits quietly for the process to complete.
Isn’t the purpose of practicing Martial Arts to distinguish oneself? Without understanding this secret, which Absolute Peak Expert would be willing to do so?
Even Grandmaster Wang succeeded back then precisely because he wasn’t part of the martial world. At that time, the land wasn’t in turmoil, and he was from a respectable family dedicated to farming and studies, serving as a County Magistrate in another place.
"It’s no wonder there are actually quite a few Absolute Peak Experts, but Grandmasters are so rare."
Zhang Yao’s eyes revealed a look of understanding.
If one with incredible talent like Chu Xingge avoided conflict after reaching Absolute Peak, he would likely reach the Grandmaster Realm around the age of fifty.
But if he frequently engaged in combat, it would take until he was sixty or seventy, or he might never complete the nurturing process of Martial Arts True Qi in his lifetime.
Even for Chu Xingge, it’s like this. As for the other Absolute Peak Experts, there’s no need to mention.
"In other words, only either a stroke of luck or extraordinary talent can lead to achieving the status of a Grandmaster."
"Of course, those truly ancient, powerful forces might also know the secret, that’s why they have Grandmasters every generation..."
Zhang Yao kept pondering and contemplating the secret, unconsciously listening to the thunder rumble outside, with a heavy rain descending.
Until late at night, in the endless sound of rain, he hurriedly washed up and went to sleep.
......
"Bang bang bang!"
In the middle of the night, a sudden, urgent knocking on the door woke Zhang Yao.
"Doctor, please open the door! Save us!!"
An urgent shout came from outside, the voice filled with anxiety, almost as if trying to break down the door.
"It’s those gang members again..."
Upon hearing the first knock, Zhang Yao immediately opened his eyes and woke up, frowning slightly.
He had encountered similar situations before, mostly gang members seeking emergency medical treatment after midnight fights.
He deliberately waited for a couple of moments before pretending to have just woken up, yelling loudly:
"Coming, coming!"
Soon, Zhang Yao put on his overcoat, held up an oil lamp, and hurried to the medical hall door, removing a panel from the door.
Outside, the rain poured down heavily, and beyond the eaves was a blurry scene. Under the eaves stood two panting middle-aged men, both tall and sturdy.
They were supporting a tall thin man whose head drooped as if unconscious, and even the heavy rain could not wash away the bloodstains on him.
"Quick, come in, take off his clothes to reveal the wound, stop the bleeding first!"
Zhang Yao skillfully ushered them inside and turned to get the needle and white medicine to treat the wound.
"Thank you, doctor!"
Zhang Yao’s ’professionalism’ relieved them significantly. They quickly nodded in gratitude, bringing the man inside.
"Hmm? Something’s not right..."
Zhang Yao had only taken a few steps when his body paused, and he was startled.
With his keen senses, in that brief moment, he noticed the ample vitality in their bodies, the sound of their blood flow far more robust than normal.
"Perfect Martial Artists, both of them, and highly likely the injured one too..."
What kind of encounter could have caused three Perfect Martial Artists to join forces, yet one was severely injured?
An Absolute Peak Expert? Unlikely. If they encountered an Absolute Peak Expert, they wouldn’t have survived; they would have at most split up and fled.
Thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, and he quickly identified a possible person residing near Xinhe Street.
"Could it really be them... Are these three from the State Governor’s Mansion?"
Zhang Yao’s mind flickered with thoughts, but he didn’t pay it much attention, continuing his actions.
To the two men, Zhang Yao only appeared to pause his steps slightly before continuing to get medicine to treat the wound.
"Doctor!"
The two men placed their companion flat on the table, unfastening his coat while shouting:
"He’s been poisoned! The toxin prevents the wound from healing, very troublesome!"
Hearing their shout, Zhang Yao was unsurprised.
Given the body control of Perfect Martial Artists, they should have been able to close their own wounds, leading to the conclusion that excessive blood loss and fainting signified an issue.
What made him sigh, however, was that Chu Xingge actually used poison tricks, sullying his reputation as a righteous hero.
"I understand, let me take a look first."
Zhang Yao brought the medicine bottle over and briskly walked to the table.
But the moment he got a clear look at the injured man’s face, his pupils contracted in surprise:
"How is it him?"
Lying unconscious on the table, he surprisingly recognized the man, and it was an unexpected person—Zhou Changgui!
Even though they had only met once, many years ago, his exceptional memory instantly identified Zhou Changgui.
"Wasn’t he mixed up in the Cao Bang? How could he be involved with the Government Office?"
"Or are the three of them merely Cao Bang members all along?"
